This was too much fun. He could taste food! He was breathing! Lutz had just used the bathroom for the first time in over 300 years!

To say that he was enjoying himself would be an understatement. However, he would have to inhabit this body for quite a while if he was going to be effective when it came to ruining lives. That meant that he would need to actually take care of it instead of letting the body burn out and expire. While it was possible to expel the human inside and operate the remaining body himself, it would be much easier for Lutz to keep Ludwig's body in good health. When the demon began to tire, he knew that he would have to sleep. It was such a pointless concept. Lying still and vulnerable for eight hours while the body recharged itself. Sadly, he would have to do this strange act of submitting himself to slumber, but where..? He had filled his stomach with hot dogs, donuts, and pickled onions taken from a concession stand that was selling them earlier, and was beginning to feel sick.

"Stupid human body." The demon grumbled to himself, walking purposely through the streets despite having no idea where he should go. He couldn't just disappear and appear back in the safety of hell. Oh no, he had to walk. Unless he used some kind of magic he wouldn't be able to transport this huge flesh suit without breaking it. Destroying the body didn't sound too good since he was still inside.

Lutz felt a stinging sensation on his arm, and stopped pushing past people to stand still and roll up his sleeve. A barely noticeable mark on his arm. A pink line, the injury that he didn't remember having sustained hardly even broke the sink, and he kept walking. That damned box in his pocket buzzed again. Another message from 'Feliciano 3' showed on the screen, above countless other words from this box that was trying to communicate with him.

'Where are you'

'Are you OK'

'Please come home...'

What a strange device. Humans were so odd, most of them didn't even have magic but they still made up for it with their weird creations. Another sound came from the box, and Lutz nearly dropped it as a result. The sound was ringing. "Incoming call...gilbert...answer, reject." He read out loud, tapping the green answer button and being met by a relieved shout that was followed by worried and angry yelling. The voice was not one that Lutz recognised, but a quick bit of 'soul searching' (quite literally) told him that the person was his host's brother. Older brother. He quickly called up some more important information about his current victim. First language: German, second language: English, Currently learning: Italian.

Relationship with brother: Ranging between Mutual Respect and Fighting.

Lutz had hardly paid attention to what Gilbert had been saying, and was refocused on the phone call when his 'brother' demanded to know if he had been listening to a word he'd been saying.

"...ah...no, Sorry Gilbert. Can you pick me up?" The blond requested with a small frown, trying to imitate Ludwig for now. "I Uh...got into some trouble on the way home from work. I don't have the car, I'm Uh..you know the bar that I used to work at while I was at University...? I'm just across the street from it." He informed Gilbert, and Ludwig's brother soon responded that he'd be right there, and told him not to move from where he was until Gilbert reached him.

Gilbert eventually did come, and when he did, he seemed pissed. He stopped the car on the side of the road, phone to his ear. "Yeah, I found him. I'm bringing him back, don't worry." He told the person on the other end.

The pale haired German wound down the car window and unlocked the doors. "Get in." He ordered, looking at Lutz with a frown. "Ludwig Beilschmidt what the hell were you thinking?! You can't just disappear and not tell anyone where or why! Do you have any idea at all how worried you made your husband?! Huh?! Feli was in tears, West! Not those cutesy tears either, real sobbing." Gilbert informed him with a frown, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was surprised that his little brother hadn't corrected Gilbert and insist that he use 'Vargas' as his last name...

"You better have a damn good excuse-" the older brother continued.

Lutz cut him off with a groan. "Gil, I don't want to talk about it. Nothing serious happened. I just got out of work, the car was trashed so I decided to walk home. I tried to stop by where Feli works but he wasn't there. I went to buy take out since I wouldn't have time to make dinner, went home a different way, and I was kept back a bit because some kids were fighting." He sighed. The demon hardly had to focus to get into the character of the person who belonged to the body that he was intruding upon, but it would be much more comfortable to be himself. "I tried to call feli, but the reception was bad." He insisted.

Gilbert regarded him u surely, sat in the drivers seat and taking the car to where Ludwig and feliciano lived. "I don't believe you." He said after a few moments. His eyes briefly left the road to look at the taller man's arm, and then his gaze and focus returned to driving. "Your arm is bleeding."

Now if anything shocked Lutz, it was that. His eyes widened and stared at Ludwig's arm. Red was staining the White sleeve of his shirt and the stinging was so dull that he had barely noticed. A quick peek revealed that the skin had just come apart like worn fabric, a tear in his flesh occurring for no particular reason. He knew that Ludwig was disconnected from the body, probably unconscious, so why...

He covered his arm with the sleeve, and was silent for the remainder of the drive to feliciano's house.

The car stopped, Gilbert unclipped his seatbelt- to his surprise Ludwig hadn't even been wearing one. "Your hair's messy." He informed the blond, frowning at him. "...hey, West. I don't know what happened and it looks like you ain't gonna tell me, but you can bet your ass that you're gonna give Feli the full story. He deserves that much." The older German nodded towards the door and told Lutz not to worry him like that again, and that if he needed anything then he could always go to his big brother for help.

Lutz got out, and Gilbert didn't drive away. He walked to the front steps and Gilbert didn't drive away. He turned Ludwig's key in the door and Gilbert didn't drive away. He swore quietly to himself and went inside, looking around.

He was soon met with a shorter man running to him and hugging him tightly with one arm, sobbing into his chest and yelling at him in Italian while pounded a fist on his chest in frustration. Lutz was educated in all earthly means of communication. His job required a lot of travel so being multilingual in these modern languages was important. He could roughly translate the Italian's angry sounding cries as 'you worried me so much, are you hurt?! Why didn't you call?! Did anyone hurt you? Are you ok?! I was so worried'

Touching. Really. He pried the Italian off and told him that he was fine, and needed to go to bed. However before he could leave, the brunet attached himself to Ludwig again, and renewed his sobbing.

Wonderful.

A/N: and they meet. Bad chapter is bad. Please R & R if you can, read and review, rest and relax, whatever you want.