They all ate in silence, gathered around the large dining room table. A nervous teen - who had been introduced to Gil as Raivis- trembled every time Ivan- who was the only one enjoying this- made any sort of move. Bird sat glaring at Ivan and refused to eat until Gil himself began eating. The other two, Toris and the blond Eduard, quickly ate and set about cleaning up after the mess of making breakfast, and eventually the mess from everyone eating.
Gil himself sat, deep in thought. So many things just didn't add up, the fact he was in Russia was the biggest thing on his mind. He hadn't been inside the Russian borders since he died...
"I'm heading upstairs." Gil declared pushing away from the table. Bird jumped up follow him, sending a wave to Raivis as he left. Gil stalked up the stairs to his temporary room , thoughts swirling 'round and 'round in his head like a tornado. Why am I here? How am I here? Why're Francis and Tonio here too? Why does Ivan look like that bastard? He pushed the door to the guest room open but didn't sit down. Instead he paced while Bird sat on the bed and watched.
"Gil you 'kay?" Bird asked, concern lacing his childish voice.
"What do you think?" Gil snapped at him, becoming irritated at the fact he had no answers and too many questions.
"That tall guy's not right."
"What do you mean by that?" Gil stopped to look at the kid.
"Well...He doesn't feel human and then does, plus it like there's different souls in him. " Bird had the ability to sense souls, no one knew why, he just could.
"What?"
"Soul feels like quilt." Bird said quite simply, Gil began pacing again, his charge's comment adding more questions.
"How about the others?"
"Little and Nerd are human, Zalias is healer but still human." It took the angel a minute to realize who the kid was talking about.
"Would it kill you to talk normally?" He grumbled under his breath. The other made no move to answer.
"I think we should leave as soon as possible."
They managed to stay out of Ivan's way the rest of the day, only coming out of the room when Toris got them for meal times.
Gil laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to still figured out everything when the knock came at the door.
"Gil? It's getting late so I thought I might go ahead and show Bird to the other guest room." Bird opened his mouth but before he could protest Gil cut in.
"Go ahead and go with Toris Bird." Pouting, the child did as told, following the brunette out of the room. Gil laid there a while longer, still thinking about what Bird had said.
His soul feels like a quilt hunh? He'd never heard of that before, and he had once worked with taking souls, back when the angelic throne had been under the old rule. Gil chuckled, thinking back to when the change in rulers happened in both the Angelic and Demonic realms.
"Hello Gilbert." The girl had been just that, a girl no older than 16.
"Hi!" The other on was a boy slightly older and taller
"Please just call me Gil." He had been reserved around these two after all they were royalty, and you were supposed to kiss royalty's ass. A frown passed over the boys face, but it was the girl who spoke up.
"You don't have to be reserved around us Gil." Her smile was kind and warm.
"Thinking about it now, Maira and Naila inherited their mother's smile, as well as their father's easy going attitude." Gil grinned even wider, thinking about the times he had gone drinking with the previous ruler of the demonic realm. Lost in his memories, Gil sank into the blackness of sleep.
It was 600 hundred years earlier, Gilbert was only 6 and stared at his father, his eyes shining with tears.
"So, Ingrid's gone?" The older man stared at his eldest son while his youngest slept, joyfully oblivious.
"Yes..."
"Gone with Mommy?"
"Yes..." Gilbert went and stood by his father, wrapping his arms around the older man.
"It'll be okay, Papa, you still have me and Hadrian."
"Thank you Gilbert."
He was 16 now, and leaving to join the knights.
"They said that the eldest can't join, and I'm not."
"The eldest son can't join, which, last time I checked was you."
"You have Hadrian to continue our line, I'm still going." He turned to leave.
"Gil?" He turned to see his 11 year old younger brother.
"Hadrian..." He realized how this must seem to his younger brother.
"So you were just going to leave before I woke up?" Hadrian's voice was soft and every word carefully said.
"I was going to send a letter." Fury deepened the younger's eyes
"A letter's not the same as my brother." He turned to walk out of the room, but stopped in the doorway.
"Go ahead and send your letter and...be safe brother." A grin flashed over Gilbert's face.
"I will."
He was 22, and leaving the knights.
"You didn't tell me that we'd have to kill civilians!" He snarled in to face of the priest.
"They are all unholy blasphemers! The world is better off without them! This is GOD'S WILL!" Gilbert sneered, his utter disdain for this man showing plainly on his face.
"He is no god of mine." He turned and walked off. The other knights who had gathered to watch this spectacle moved out of his way. Gilbert was vicious on the battlefield and wore blood like a lady wore fine jewels, but he wouldn't kill those who had no part in this war.
He walked over to his horse, already saddled and ready to go, and was surprised to find two other nights there.
"Hello Gil." The blond man said, his German heavily accented.
"What the hell are you doing here Francis?" Gilbert hissed at his friend.
"We heard you were leaving." The tanned man next to him said.
"Yeah, me not you guys."
"We're coming with you, we stopped believing in this war a long time ago."
He was 23, and scared of a damn door. He stood in front of it, his hand on the knob too nervous to open it.
"Damnit Gilbert, it's not that intimidating." He finally knocked on the door, his knuckles rapping on the wood.
"Coming!" The feminine voice practically sang from inside. A auburn headed woman opened the door.
"Yes?"
"Um, I'm here to see Hadrian..." Gilbert said politely, he knew exactly who this girl was, even if she didn't know him.
"RI! SOME ONE'S HERE TO SEE YA!" She called over her shoulder before giving him a dazzling smile.
"How many times have I told you not to yell Felicia?" Hadrian sighed opening the door wider. He stopped short when he saw who was standing there.
"Hi, Hadrian." Gilbert said softly.
"Brother..." The 17 year old looked at the brother he had not seen in six years.
"Wait, brother? Then this is..." The Girl got a sick look on her face before curtsying.
"I beg your pardon, I hadn't realized you were a knight, Sir Gilbert." She had just finished speaking when she lost her balance and fell forward.
"Felicia! Are you okay?" Hadrian exclaimed while he helped the girl up.
"She's exactly as you described her, little brother." Gilbert said with a smile.
"Brother, please come in." The younger said after he had helped the girl up off the floor.
"I've got my friends waiting for me actually, I just wanted to see you and tell yo we'll be in town." The smile fell from Gil's face.
"And I came here to see Dad." The smile fell from everybody's faces.
"I'll take you to see him." The blond turned back to his fiance.
"Stay in the house Felicia."
"Yes." The two brothers left the front of the house and walked to the back of their house, where their mother's garden still bloomed, due to years of all of the family tending it. The last time Gilbert had been back there, there had been two crosses laid under the shade of a tree. One was for his mother, the other for his elder sister. Since he had left there had been an addition, a cross for his father.
"Hello Dad." He said as he kneeled on the ground for a second. After a moment of silence, Gilbert looked up at his brother.
"I'm not staying, you know?" Hadrian flashed a patient smile.
"I know, just don't forget to write."
Yet another year had passed, and Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis were into the north of Europe, enjoying a healthy dose of beer in a roadside tavern.
"Damn, it's times like these that I wish we hadn't left the knights." Gilbert slurred, well into his 5th glass.
"We didn't leave mon ami, you left, we just followed." Francis said, a bit more tanked than the German. Antonio was muttering in Spanish, about what Gilbert had no clue.
"Oh, so you were in the knights? What knights?" A friendly voice asked behind them. All three looked to see a tall man standing there, platnium blond hair shining in the light.
"Teutonic." Gilbert answered at the same time the others said "Templars." The man smiled, his strangely purple eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Well I do believe I could buy brave knights a round of drinks and put them up for free for a while."
He had seemed so nice, giving them shelter and food for a week, trying to learn about their families and pasts. But it was all a lie. When they'd tried to leave, he'd drugged them, locked them in a basement, and tortured them. Then he'd used their memories against him, finding and bringing in their families and friends.
Gilbert's childhood friend.
Francis' cousin.
Antonio's little sister.
Hadrian and Felicia.
Francesca.
Chiara.
They'd all died in front of the three, and Gilbert blamed himself, because it was him that had wanted to stop at that tavern. Then he used their memories against them to kill them. Francis missed swimming in the ocean? Let's drown him! Antonio missed the Spanish sun? Burn him alive!
Gilbert missed his family? Let's rape him mind and body, and cut him open bit by bit. He still remembered being chained to a table, being dragged up by his hair.
"You are mine Gilbert Beilschmidt." The rough words whispered in his ear and a knife plunged into him, being slowly twisted just to kill him painfully.
"You are mine in death as well there will be no rest for you in the afterlife."
"Fuck yourself, Braginskya." He'd growled grabbing a discarded knife and plunging it into his tormentor.
"If I'm gonna die...so are you." He panted before falling over onto his side, one arm still dangling limply from a chain. Bright crimson blood and hoarse laughter had been his last expressions of the world.
A/N: Sorry about the major delay! School, broken computers, viruses, and life in general sucks. so yes major flash back, OCs and other such filled up this chapter. Randomness = awesomeness. a cookie who can guess the 5 people killed that didn't show up! I had to reedit this, I really need a beta. But this is gonna be on hiatus for a bit because the fuzzy plot bbunnies are attacking me for other stories. BTW Repo!Talia anyone? And Braginskya is the feminine form of Braginski.
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