To say Gilbert Beillschmidt was easy to find was an understatement. One quick search of his name into Google brought up a whole host of news story's revolving around his petty crimes; From car theft to burglary, Gilbert had done them all, it seemed the self proclaimed Prussian had turned into even more of a cunt since leaving high school.

I stood outside the outside the dingy council flat feeling nervous- this place was just so different from what I was used to, so rough and dangerous looking. I stared at the door in front of me there were profanities scrawled all over the chipped wood, things like 'Mark is a feltcher' and ' F.T.M _\!/_' it was in such a horrible state that I almost felt sympathy for the albino cunt on the other side. Almost.

I know you're probably wondering 'Do you have a grudge against Gilbert or something?' Well to answer your question, yes, yes I do. Gilbert, like most people in high school, was someone who took advantage of my nervous disposition, and timid nature. Although he'd never lay a finger on me, he'd frequently force me to do his homework for him, or buy him things, or even tidy his room. He used to call me his 'little Canadian maid' just thinking about it makes me shudder.. I guess you could say he was my high school bully?

Gilbert hung round with Francis, and the two along with Antonio a Spanish boy formed the 'bad touch trio' (were the name came from I don't know). However, despite this alliance, I always got the impression Gilbert only really worked for himself. He would frequently argue with the other two, and it wasn't uncommon to see him eating by himself at lunch for weeks on end.

Timidly, I knocked on my high school bully and murder suspects door, half hoping he wasn't in. However, like most things in my life, my hopes were dashed as within a minute the door was swung open by a disgruntled-looking Gilbert. I was surprised by how much he'd changed in the past three years- he looked thinner now, his face gaunter and his eyes more prominent. He had a hint of stubble dusting his cheeks, but his ruby red eyes still gleamed with their old mischief.

" Who are you, Vhat do you vant?" He asked gruffly glaring at me. I had the impression that I'd just woke him up. " I don't Vant any drugs if that's vhat you're selling. I'm too awesome for that."

" N-no I'm not here to sell drugs!" i squeaked, unable to muster a strong sounding voice. " I-I'm Matthew Williams!"

" Is that Suppose to mean something to me?" He snarled, I remember at school he was always moody of a mourning it appeared he hadn't changed quiet so much after all. " You voke me up for this!?"

I have to admit, I was a little disappointed he didn't remember me.. after all we'd been through together, I would of thought he would recall me at least. But he couldn't.

" I went to your school- Global academy!" I Uttered. " I used to clean your room with you I went out with..Francis.."

Gilbert froze for a second in thought, and then realization swept over him, and his mean snarly warped into a friendly smile. " Oh Matthew of course, come in, so good of you to Visit the awesome me, Ja."

Sheepishly I followed him in to the apartment not expecting such a warm reception- now how was I suppose to ruin the nostalgic mood by bringing up Francis' death!? I was surprised by how neat the German's lounge was- the furniture was a little cheap and ratty, but everything was clean and in good order. Well at least in the living room.

" Sit down, sit down, come on then! tell me vhy you're here." He demanded, still smiling. " It's not just a social visit is it?"

I shook my head truthfully " No, it isn't. I'm here about Francis' murder."

" Vhy bring that up now? it's all over and done with, ja? Sorry to break it to you but they got the killer- Alfred did it." He snarled, his angry expression back in place.

" You don't really believe that, do you?" I questioned stubbornly looking Gilbert straight in the eye- anyone who knew Alfred could tell he was no killer.

Gilbert dropped his gaze, defeated. " Nein I don't- I mean, I'm not sure." He mumbled. " But I vant to believe it's him! I need it for closure.. how am I suppose to live with myself if I think the killers still out there?"

" I'm going to find the real killer. I'm looking for him right now." I said simply in my eternally quiet voice. Gilbert eyed me with disbelief.

" You're not here because you think I killed him? Nein! I didn't kill Francis!" Gilbert shouted desperately, I got a sick sense of satisfaction of finally being the one in control.

" You are a suspect." I replied almost apologetic " Nobody can confirm your alibi of were you were that night- ' sitting in the field alone while there was a party going on' it doesn't seem like a very believable excuse, eh?"

Gilbert paled, his face contorted into a mask of fear. " I didn't do it." He hissed. " I'll prove it- I'll find the real murderer with you!"

" Excuse me?" I gasped startled by this preposition. " I'm sorry but I can- "

" Haha! We'll solve this mystery twice as fast if we do it together- what do you say, Canadian maid?" Gilbert interrupted a smirk now plastered on is face. I cringed inwardly at the use of that old nickname.

I tried to protest- I really did, but Gilbert was up in my face insisting he would help. I can't ever say no can I? After arguing all I could stand, I decided to let Gilbert tag along with the investigation- who knows he may unearth something I couldn't although.. he is still a suspect, everyone is.

( a/n: Another short chapter :p.. I thought this one was a little ..meh.. but it's important to the story-line. I'm thinking of adding a little PruCan to this story, not my favourite pairing but it seems approriat for this setting..hmmm. anyway THANK-YOU! for everyone who reviewed, without you guys I mightent of made this!

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