It was dark, and for that he was grateful. He couldn't see the bodies of his family, friends and their family. He could still see those eyes, the violet ones that made him think of the bruises on his body and the things that had been done to him. They glowed with a devil light and for the first time in years, he found himself praying to a God he didn't believe in. Please, he begged silently, let this end soon.
Gil woke slowly, the details of his dream fresh in his mind. Groaning he pushed himself onto his elbows, grateful for the fact his wings were lighter than they appeared.
"So you're finally awake mon ami?" Gil heard a familiar voice come from the corner of the room. As he stared at the place the voice came from, a familiar blond appeared, sitting in a chair that wasn't in the room before, legs crossed. Gil grinned in spite of himself.
"Hey whore." He said with the camaraderie of a brother and a grin that rivaled the size of Russia.
"Bitch." The French man replied with an equally huge grin and a rude gesture. Gil slid off of the over sized bed, his feet tingling from hanging off the side of the bed all night.
"How have you been Francis? I thought you were with Toni 'till next month?" Gil asked, warmth in his voice as he folded his wings in tight against his back. He walked over to his friend as he answered.
"I'm here with Toni."
"What?" Gil asked surprised. Francis stood up from his chair (it disappearing as he did) and stared his friend in the eye.
"Toni's here in this town, but why are you?"
"I have no clue I woke up here, and don't remember how in the hell I got to Russia." Gil replied, frustrated.
"That brunette boy left you a change of clothes, and I must say he's adorable." Francis said with a lecherous look, changing the subject. Gil gave a short laugh and turned to look on top of the dresser, where a pair of jeans and a loose tee was folded nicely.
"No groping him Francis." Gil said as he slid on the T-shirt, leaving his own tattered jeans on.
"Well what's the good of being a ghost if I can't use it to my advantage?" Francis asked him with a droll stare. Before Gil could answer, the person in question opened the door.
"Ah, Gil." Toris said with a soft smile.
"Breakfast is ready if you'd like some and we still have to tell the others who you are. N-not that we'd tell them you're an angel but that you're staying with us for a little while."
"Cool, but first may I borrow a phone?" Toris pulled a slim cell out of his pocket and handed it to Gil.
"I guess I'll leave you alone..." He left, shutting the door softly.
Quickly Gil dialed a number that would ring to a black cell, decorated with silver inlays.
"Whatcha' want?" A voice answered in English.
"Maira?" The Demon queen's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she recognized the German accented voice.
"What the hell Gil?" He quickly pulled the phone away from his ear to prevent hearing damage.
"Damn Mai!" He yelled back into the phone.
"I'm getting Nai on the line and she's gonna have your hide!" She growled, her bright red eyes glowing in the darkness of her bedroom. Gil heard a few beeps and another sleepy voice answered.
"Hello?" The Angelic Queen answered
"Sis, I have Gilbert on the line." Maira said, her obvious anticipation for an argument clear in her voice.
"Gilbert where have you been?" Naila asked sounding every bit the worried big sister she saw herself as.
"That's what I'm trying to ask you," He said his voice clipped, he had forgotten both of them were in America, therefore it was still early over there.
"I ended up in Russia somehow, without knowing how." Francis grinned, capable of hearing the entire conversation.
"This is why we told you not to pick up girls-"
"Maira let me speak to him." Naila cut in, silencing her twin.
"Have you tried anything?" Naila asked Gil.
"Nothing it's Russia after all and I'm not about to wake things I don't wanna." Russia was a neutral zone where many sleeping gods lay, and only a few select people could use their powers without risk here, therefore he couldn't get back to the Angelic realm.
"I'll send someone to contact you." Maira said all teasing gone from her voice. No matter how happy-go-lucky she appeared to be, Gil-as an Archangel- was one of her subordinates as well.
"There should be a shop in the town near you,"
"Run by this Polish guy." Gil inwardly groaned as they started their twin speak on him.
"He's bound to a Bane,"
"So he's safe"
"A contact will meet you there in 2 days."
"...Okay. How will I know it's the right shop?" Gil admonished.
"Sacora's sign's on the door." Naila answered.
"And Gil?" Maira cut in.
"Yeah?"
"Bird's in Russia."
"What?"
"He said he knew where you were last night but wouldn't tell us, just said he was getting a ride." There was a definite pout in her voice. Gil shot a glare at Francis who was now laughing hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"I'll be in contact with you later." Gil growled before shutting the phone.
"I'll deal with you later." He gave a look that could wither trees at Francis before heading out of the room. Toris was standing at the end of the hall.
"Thanks for letting me use your phone." He said, handing the cell back to the brunette man.
"No problem, but we should probably head down stairs before Ivan thinks you ran off." Toris gave a small laugh but there was something underneath it that sounded almost like fear. Gil's face creased into a frown, but before he could ask anything, Toris began walking down the hall. They walked in silence, Gilbert taking in the layout of the house so he couldn't get lost, Toris comfortable with silence. As they were walking down a set of stairs towards the glorious smell of food (cold+bleeding+already being a bottomless pit= a very hungry Gil) the door bell rang.
"Who could that be?" Toris asked himself, dark brows knitting together, though Gil already knew the answer.
"Coming!" Toris called out as the bell rang again. Gil followed the brunette down the stairs to the front entrance that was right next to the stairs.
"Hello?" He asked as he opened the heavy door a burst of cold air entered the house.
"Gil here?" A small voice asked, the words broken and in english. However before Toris could answer a small blond head looked past him and into the entry way where Gil was standing.
"GIL!" The child screamed before pushing past Toris and launching himself at Gil. The force knocked Gil back onto the ground, his breath escaping in a hiss of pain.
"Gil 'kay? They bad to you? Me hurt them if they were." The boy (?) sitting on his chest asked in rapid, broken English.
"GET OFF ME!" Gil yelled at the golden headed child, who complied.
"W-who...w-what...Hunh?" Toris asked in confusion, the front door still standing open.
"I heard a crash are you alright?" A blond with short straight hair asked, jogging into the Entryway.
"We're fine Eduard, by the way this is our guest." Toris said calmly, gesturing to Gil who was sitting up. Eduard gave a small nod to Gil before turning back to Toris.
"I'll go tell Raivis you're fine, Ivan stepped out a couple minutes ago anyway." He turned back the way he came.
"Bird... what was the point of knocking me on my ass?" Gil bit out between clinched teeth.
"Trying to see if Gil was okay." The blond pouted, some of his overly long bangs falling into his face, obscuring his brown-almost black- eyes. Gil sighed before placing his hand on the child's head.
"Yes, I'm fine." He smiled and looked at Toris.
"This is Bird-"
"Gilbird~" The child cut in before being silenced with a glare.
"He's kinda my charge."
"Gilbird takes care of Gil!" He said.
"He's extremely smart but common sense and languages are lost on him." Gil turned to Bird.
"Can you speak Russian?"
"Da!" Toris smiled and bent over offering a hand to the child.
"Welcome, Bird." Bird took the offered hand then turned back to Gil once he was standing.
"Zalias nice but got name wrong." He turned and looked at Toris.
"Is 'Gilbird" not 'Bird'."
"He's been insisting on that since I found him." Gil said, pushing himself up off the floor.
"He must be quite attached to you." Toris found all of this amusing.
"Like a wart." Gil said and Bird stuck his tongue out at him.
"Well, who do we have here?" A childish voice asked. Toris stiffened and Bird moved behind Gil whimpering. Ivan stood in the door way and Gil moved his arm in front of his charge.
"He's a friend; I'll be leaving in a few days." Gil said, trying to keep his voice steady. He had never seen Bird scared of anyone.
"Oh, I was hoping you could stay longer." Ivan's voice was mocking, and Gil had to restrain himself to keep from punching his face.
"Well then let's enjoy breakfast." He turned on his booted heel and walked towards the kitchen, the others right behind him
A/N: Okay~ It's done and this will be updating slowly…..^^; other stories and broken keys and all…..But Mai and Nai up there are my characters from my original stories and a few more will be showing up as well. This story over laps with several things from my original one (Like Russia being a land of sleeping gods, which means unless Gil can book a flight out he's screwed) Bird is the humanized Gilbird if you couldn't tell and is another "Non-Human" but why he got to Russia so quick will remain hidden.
What's the square root of schizophrenia? 2 out of 3 moms and friends agree it's Ashe!