Lovino was silent when I entered the room we would be sharing. My bed was closest to the door, about five paces away and it was small and long. I was glad; sometimes I didn't sleep on beds that could handle how tall I was.
I scanned the room and shut the door behind me, waiting for it to lock before focusing all my attentions on the room.
It was much smaller than Mr. Beilschmidt's office but not decorated any less lavishly than the rest of the house. There were long purple drapes that hung in front of the thick windows, which seemed to cascade to the floor in silky tumbles. The carpet was palpably lush and a light coffee shade that complimented the dark brown of the sheets that covered the two twin beds that stood in the centre of the room. There were two wood wardrobes that stood parallel to the beds; everything was beautifully symmetrical.
Lovino's eyes snapped open when he heard the locks click into place, and I watched them as they shifted to look at me.
"About time you got back, what the fuck was he having you do?" The words were angry, but there was worry in his tone that I almost didn't pick up, the corners of his mouth never twitched, so I stayed silent and walked to my bed.
I spread my fingers over the soft sheets and let myself enjoy how it felt as it tickled the insides of my fingers and soothed my mind.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Lovino watch me; as the silence lengthened a frown started to form on his mouth and his brow furrowed. He flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling and I moved to look in the closet in front of my bed. I listened to Lovino's breathing as I looked at the black long sleeved shirts with black buttons that dotted up the centre.
I opened the drawers underneath the main sections that held undergarments and black socks, as well as clothes for nightwear, all black. I wondered briefly at the reason behind the choice of pure black before disregarding it to the back of my mind for later inquisition. And in the last drawer there were piles of folded black pants.
I walked to the corner of the room and inspected the ceiling, happy to find that it was high and that the air vents were small. It may have seemed cliché, but we were taught that that was of entrance was sometimes one of the best ways infiltration. We had had to crawl through them in the institute as part of a lesson, which was difficult to achieve noiselessly, especially if you had long legs, but I achieved it with more success than Alfred, though Kiku was the fastest and the most silent out of us.
The ceiling was painted a caramel colour much like the rest of the room, and there was a ceiling fan hanging down by a strong looking cord that looked as though it couldn't be cut or tampered with.
"You know what happens to all of Gilbert's guards, right?" Lovino whispered and I nodded as I fought the hollow feeling that threatened to creep into my chest. He sighed.
"Feliciano?" He asked, and I turned to look him in the eyes.
"I am positive he will be assigned to someone who will look after him, though my only hope would be for him to mature by that time."
Lovino laughed dryly and his cheeks turned a little red. He looked back at the ceiling and blinked a few times before letting a small smile take over the grimace on his face.
"So there is nothing that can break that spirit of his is there?" He said to himself and I silently agreed with him. The institution usually broke us into guards without any other ambitions, wants, or needs other than to protect. Feliciano was nothing like that to say the least.
I ran through the codes Gilbert had given me in my head and made my way back to my dresser to pull out the black nightwear to lay it on the bed along with clothes for the next day.
"Are you going to sleep?" Lovino called from his bed, disbelief rang in his tone, the fact that his voice cracked told me he was still impacted by the news of his brother, he cares for him a great deal.
"You never know what times you might have to be awake. I try to get as much as sleep as I can." I murmured, knowing he could hear me, and settled into the bed.
It was a lot softer than I expected and I let my fingers splay across the waves of brown that heated my skin. I pulled my hair out from under my head and let the air caress my neck as I sank into the comforts of the bed. I was acutely aware of Lovino mulling around the room and occasionally glancing over at me, but I hardly considered his actions as I let my eyelids close.
I woke to a sharp pain in my wrist and I immediately shook all of the affects of sleep from my mind, I threw the covers back silently and scanned the room before jumping swiftly from the bed, and sprinting to the wardrobe. I pulled the old wooden doors open and all of the drawers below before hearing the faintest click, meaning the button had unlatched.
I pressed the miniscule button in the very back corner of the deep wardrobe and the back sprang open, revealing the inside of a very large closet, filled with expensive suits and shoes of varying shades of colours.
I threw the door open while drawing the gun I never took off and scanned the room before me.
Gilbert stopped the timer with a click and smiled gleefully.
"I am impressed." He crooned and slid gracefully out of his bed. His pajamas shimmered as he walked and reflected in the moonlight that streamed in the window, the pale colour of pearls. Every step he took brought a wave of silky silver.
"Do you want to know the average time it takes for agents to get in here?"
"Six minutes, by my estimation Sir." I murmured and he smiled in almost malicious joy. His teeth matched his hair and his nightclothes, I noticed. He might have affection for the colour white.
"Good job!" His grin widened, "how did you know?"
"I times how long it would take for the codes to register and the doors to unlock, and how long it would take someone slower than me to reach the room. Sir." I answered and I felt hollow inside.
"Faster?" Gilbert questioned with a raised brow.
"I am faster than all of the agents currently at the Agency. It only took me one minute to get here because I found the button that was hidden inside my wardrobe. Had I not have found that button it would have taken me three minutes to get here."
Gilbert waited in silence for a few minutes, just looking at me, and I looked back with disinterested eyes.
"You look good in black." He finally said and silence gripped us again.
Gilbert smirked a little before finally averting his eyes, cutting the thick air that seemed to lurk in the room.
"You are not one for conversation huh? I can appreciate that." I felt cold inside, I could barely see what Gilbert was doing I was so distracted. His voice sliced through me though, through the numb and cold, it reached my brain somehow. But I couldn't see him.
A lock of Gilbert's silvery hair fell into his eyes and he didn't bother to adjust it, he shifted back to the bed and blinked slowly.
"How is your wrist?" He asked tiredly, "I guess you knew it was there than?"
I spared a glance at my wrist, which had a circular spot of blood staining the skin then the almost transparent device he had attached to me before I left him the previous day. Of course I could feel it on my wrist, I was aware of every weight, every thing that could prohibit me of moving, I was constantly reminded of the guns that pressed against my skin, and the knives I had slipped into my sleeves.
Gilbert pressed his lips together before falling back into his covers, partially obscuring him from my view.
"You are to stay here the rest of the night, if you fall asleep I will kill you." His cracked voice came from the sheets and then silence.
Yes Sir. I answered silently, and began to count the seconds.
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