Woo longer chapter! I like this length more. I'm going to start making them about this length. Maybe longer later on.

Feliciano wakes up Ivan by nudging his shoulder twice. "I-Ivan, can you please wake up?"

The taller male flutters his eyes open and glances over at the other. "What is it?" His voice was relatively calm, but a bit groggy.

The Italian waves his hands hinged to his wrists looking like some sort of T- Rex. "Well you see I stayed up last night trying to look for my locket! Then I f-found it… Sort of. It's outside the window right there, and it's hanging off of a tree branch. I can't figure out how it got there, and when I leaned in close to the window to get a better look at it I felt like something was right past the glass." He shutters some putting his arms to his side tightly.

"I see… What time is it?" Ivan glances over to see the sun hadn't even decided to grace them with a peak of a sun rise at this point in time.

"I don't know… I think you were asleep for about three hours. I didn't go to bed yet. Ivan can you help me get that locket? I really need it and I'm scared."

The pitter patter of rain still danced on the window and above their heads. It had certainly died down, but there was still the cooling air left over from it as it slowly dies down over them completely as the conversation continued.

The Russian sighs some and shakes his head sitting up. "Feliciano, It is still dark out, and I don't think it is the best idea for me to break more rules right now. I can barely see you right now. Judging by your voice" His voice lowers, "and the fact that I can feel your breathing. I'd say that it's better to wait until sun rise."

"Please, oh please!" the other squeaks out before making a face that probably often gets him what he wants.

Ivan mulls it over and sucks in a breath slowly. "Alright… I will help you, but you will later have to do something for me." Who knows what the other was useful for, but it was likely he could be used in some way.

Feliciano nods like a bobble head and smiles. "Okay!~" the olive toned boy sniffles lightly as he calmed himself down.

"How do you expect me to help you?" Ivan's head was a whirling mess. How on earth did that locket get to the tree branch? He figures that he'll figure out how to get it as they go. It's how he liked to do a lot of things, and often it just work for him.

"Hum, well we need to get out of this room."

"Isn't it locked?"

"Well um…" Feliciano walks over to the door and gives it a light push. "I actually took care of that last night…"

Ivan walks over to see the Italian had stuffed the area a door would use to lock with toilet paper. "Why didn't Elizabeta notice what you did?"

Feliciano giggles, "Well I'm pretty good at distracting."

The Russian then fallows Feliciano through the dark hallway blindly. He looks down seeing that he can't differentiate between the colors of the lines that lead in this light. He looks back up seeing the back of the other's head, and he cannot help but get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt as though he was falling into someone's trap. Could it be Feliciano's? Maybe it was that dreaded Rake's games. Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe it was his doctor.

Matthew, the one that holds the eyes of a fighter and the voice of a victim. He couldn't seem to get the fact that the other was sick out of his head. Then there was what he had heard in the showers.

He had only been within these walls for two full days, and it was already starting to feel like this was the only world he has ever known.

Feliciano stops dead allowing the Russian, which was spacing out behind him, to bump into him lightly causing him to stop as well. The brown eyes glimmer some looking about. "Shh." The Italian points forward, showing that a red head was working at the front desk. There was a single panel above him that seemed to buzz as it desperately made light.

Ivan nods and they creep to the side toward some chairs that would match the ones in Mr. William's room if they weren't so drab in color.

The red head lifts his head up looking around as he taps some papers on the desk to even them out. "Oi! Who's there?"

Ivan sinks being the more obvious out of the two person party. With light hair, a white scarf, and being the taller one, he was much more likely to get caught in the dark than Feliciano. Who was oddly confident. The brunette likely sneaks about often. It may be genetic since his brother Lovino seems to be well at it too.

The indoor plant, that didn't thrive so well in its confinements, rustles slightly as Ivan's coat sleeve brushed the blade of a leaf.

Both party members stopped immediately.

"I said 'who's there?'" the Scottish man repeated through his teeth. He was either getting frightened or agitated.

No answer.

Ivan parts his lips to breathe lightly and paced although his heart was beginning to race. He couldn't keep up holding it while his blood was rushing.

Feliciano watches with wide keen eyes. He desperately needed that locket.

The red head walks out from behind the desk and squints stepping toward where they were. "How about you go back to where you belong?"

Ivan sucks in some air pretending he didn't hear a thing. Were they caught?

Feliciano backs up a bit lowering his eyes in frustration.

The Scottish man sneers, "Get back to your room. I can see your shadow!"

So he only saw one, and he didn't know who was who.

The red head blinks and takes a step back. "Wh-what?"

Ivan furrows his brows wondering what the other was seeing.

"What are you?" He takes another step back as Feliciano grins widely ducking his head down some.

Ivan glances to the wall, where a shadow bigger than themselves was getting smaller and darker. He stops breathing again seeing it was lean; the cause of the shadow was getting closer.

The red head widens his eyes realizing this and turns around. "Oh! You gave me a fright there Mr. Williams." He chuckles loudly and nervously.

"Yes well." The soft voice produces a cough that takes a few rounds to cease. "Allistor, you really shouldn't get startled here so easily. You know what happened. It's just some harmless ghouls."

Another chuckle, "I thought I heard something."

"You probably did." The Canadian smiles and giggles lightly in a charming matter.

"Yeah well… This place gets to me."

"It does most." He sighs, "You may retire for the night Mr. Kirkland. I'll take care of things from here."

Allistor shakes his head some, "No way sir, you're pretty sick."

Another charming giggle comes from Matty to convince otherwise. "No, no I'm fine. Just some loss of sleep. I'm fine. Besides, you're going to have a long day of work tomorrow. Off you go."

"Well… if you say so boss." The red head pats the honey blonde on the back before walking down the thinner hallway to the left of the desk.

Feliciano starts to continue creeping, but Ivan is still standing behind watching his doctor sit down and lean back trying to get comfortable. He then turns to see the Italian has moved on, so he decides to as well.

They stay next to the door and Feliciano turns to the Russian getting his face close to the other. "We need a key." He whispers.

Ivan lets his mind boggle. A key, a key.

He reaches into his pocket pulling out the golden key. "Try this, and then give it back to me, da?"

Feliciano nods once then turns back around about to try it.

Ivan grabs his shoulder and yanks him back and whispers in his ear. "Nyet." His accent thickened in the horse whisper. "Not yet, or he will catch us… We have to wait it out."

"Si."

They slowly and cautiously slip down the wall to the cold ground to play the waiting game.

Ivan studies the Canadian as Feliciano seems to force himself out of falling asleep. "Feliciano."

"Si?"

"Go back to the room and get some rest… I'll get your locket for you. It's already been an hour. I'm already in trouble."

"Bu-"

"Just go." The Russian snarled.

"O-okay…"

The Italian hands the key back over to Ivan, and he sneaks back to the room like a shadow in the night.

The pale leftover shoves the key into his pocket and looks up watching the Canadian. He was in pretty easy view, but his nerves have calmed and getting caught by the softy wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'll get to hear him snap just a little more than the last time. He smiles at the thought and leans his head back.

Some time passes. Every little tick of the clock over the honey blonde's head seems to take longer to do its job with each stroke. Tic. Tic. Tic… Tic… Tic….

Ivan rolls his head back to look at the Canadian. He furrows his brows and blinks some feeling disturbed.

Matthew had his head on top of the desk. The only things visible to the platinum blonde were his fingertips hanging over the edge of the desk, and his wavy golden hair that lay a mass on his head. The other would groan lightly rolling his head over the light gray desk.

Ivan bites his lip feeling tempted to get up and see if the other was alright.

He then start to feel air being pushed onto his own pale fingers that he left near the door next to him. The Russian glances over at his hand, which was pressed into the speckled floor. The air kept coming and going, and it felt oddly warm.

Ivan immediately pulls his hand away after he begins to hear a snarky snorting sound; one like an animal would make. He glares at the crack of the door without blinking and paces his breathing once again.

What kind of animals are out there at this time of night?

The Russian glances back up to the desk to see Matthew was now staring at him unblinking. His expression was that of a hunting dog. Ivan jumps at the sudden change and keeps his eyes on the other's. The only thing that let Ivan know time hadn't stopped was the snarking and then a sudden scratching at the crack of the door. He couldn't move.

Matthew still had his fingers over the desk and looks at Ivan. He couldn't believe the other was right there, and he didn't even see! "Ivan." He whispered, trying not to get unwanted attention.

A voice behind the Russian's head repeats the Canadian's whisper. "Ivan." It was breathy and uneven.

The taller male simply looks at the man in front of him, unable to move toward him in any way.

Matthew parts his lip slightly as he breathes out of rhythm. He swallows as his eyes widen seeing something the other cannot. "Ivan!" he shouted at the other, then the scratchy voice fallows, "Ivan! Use the key."

Ivan begins to shake his head back and forth, "Go away. Go away!"

Matthew looks at the other perplexed as to why he won't get up. "Ivan." He whispers again lightly and makes his way around the desk to get to the other. "Get up!"

"No, you should stay."

"Ivan it's all in your head, just get up." The honey blonde makes his way closer to the other a step at a time. He swallows again, "Please Ivan."

Ivan looks up at him and manages to get feeling in his limbs again. He clenches his fists several times to feel them and gets himself up off the ground.

The door begins to get bashed into as if someone was shouldering it. One throbbing bash against it after another, it causes the light over the desk to flicker and buzz.

Matthew runs to the other through the three meters of distance still left between them. He takes the other wrist and drags him with more force than he had the first time he had dragged him to his room.

Ivan glances at the other, his brain unaware of what exactly was happening. He was being taken to the smaller hallway to the left of the desk. Matthew pushes him into a room as the banging of the door had suddenly stopped.

The Canadian slams the door shut and locks it in three places. He leans against it, his chest rising and falling as quickly as a cartoon rabbit's.

Ivan looks at the floor then shifts his gaze to Matthew's dilated purple eyes. "What just happened?"

So uh, what did just happen? Don't fret, that'll be told in due time.
Something fluffy just might be on it's way -3-
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