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Gilbert spun on his heel and flew away like a bat out of Hell. He didn’t know where he was going but he didn’t care, he just needed to get away. The demon found himself nearly crash landing on the support beams of the underside of a bridge, once he regained his footing Gilbert shoved his fingers into his hair and started pacing. It nearly killed him to admit it, even to himself, but he was finding the thought of killing a friend of-no a son- Francis’ son disturbing. He wouldn’t-couldn’t do it.
He started shaking.
Gilbert placed a pale hand on his hip and covered his face with the other hand; Gilbird flew in circles around his head as he paced up and down the large segment of rusty red steel. He was so disgusted with himself that he didn’t notice the scent of another demon nor did he notice the sudden thump of feet hitting the same support beam.
A hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar, roughly slamming him back against the closest vertical beam. His head hit, hard, but all he saw was the glaring blue eyes of the demon Francis Bonnefoy.
“Long time no see. You have 5 seconds to tell me what you were doing following my boy,” Francis growled.
“What the Hell happened to your horns?” Gilbert asked.
“I asked first,” Gilbert looked down at his shoes.
“If I do it, I’ll be able to go where ever I want. It’s the closest to freedom I’ll have,”
“What did he ask you to do?”
“I’ll be able to look after West,”
“What did he ask you to do?”
“Like the old days,”
“GILBERT!” Francis slammed him against the beam again. “What did he ask of you?” Gilbert slowly looked up and met Francis’ eyes.
“Whisper suicide.” He said. Francis’s eyes widened and then narrowed before he coiled his fist back and slammed it into Gilbert’s gut. The albino coughed and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, his tail curled around him.
“And you picked Matthieu,” Francis said and kneeled down to Gilbert’s level.
“Ja. He’s already miserable,” Gilbert raised his head and looked at Francis. “Now what happened to your horns?”
“The day we got separated, I found a wizard and he removed them for me,” Francis reached under Gilbert’s hood and tapped his horns. “Turns out these are nothing more than tracking devices,”
“What?” Gilbert’s red eyes widened.
Francis nodded then hauled Gilbert to his feet.
“Well, as much as I hate you for targeting Matthieu, I can’t leave one of mes amis. If its freedom you want I can give it to you.” Gilbert didn’t know if he believed the thing about the horns but Francis had never lied to him, that he knew of…when they were alive. So he let him drag him back to his house.
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Gilbert followed Francis up the stairs and to the door. Another car was in the driveway. Francis dug in his pocket for the keys and opened the door. Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the fact that Francis wasn’t hiding his wings or tail.
“Well come in,” He said over his shoulder. Gilbert followed him to the living room, where three people sat around a coffee table looking over what looked like homework. His tail flicked. The one with bushy eyebrows and green eyes looked up first.
“Bloody Hell, Francis!” he shouted. “Why did you bring another demon home with you?!”
At that the other boys looked up. Mathew and Alfred. Mathew’s eyes widened as he recognized him from the park but where was his bird?
“Arthur, chérie. This is Gilbert Beilschmidt, an old friend,” Francis put his arm around Gilbert’s shoulder.
“Apparently I need my horns removed.” Gilbert said.
“I see,” Arthur stood up and walked over. “Let’s see them then.” Gilbert pushed his hood back, Gilbird nearly fell over, and he pecked Gilbert’s head, hard, and flew over to perch on a lamp.
“Tch, töricht Vogel,” Gilbert grumbled and rubbed the sore spot on his head. Mathew opened his mouth to say something, looking like he wanted to come out of his stuffy shell, but then must have thought it was too comfy and stayed in it, closing his mouth he leaned against Alfred.
“There defiantly shorter than what Francis’ were. Shouldn’t be too hard,” Arthur said and ran a hand through his messy hair. He turned to his sons. “Boys don’t burn down the house.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Gilbert asked and followed Arthur and Francis down the hall.
Stifled giggles followed them from the living room. Gilbert soon found himself in the
basement. Arthur got to work drawing magic circles around the room, mostly a giant one on the floor, Francis stepped back behind Gilbert and tied his wings together.
Gilbert flinched as his wings where pulled back.
“Making sure you don’t break them when you start thrashing.” Francis explained and tied the final knot.
“Done,” Arthur said and stood up from his spot on the ground. “Okay if you could sit here,” he pointed to the center of the circle.
Gilbert sat and curled his tail around his feet. The circle glowed purple; Gilbert was suddenly pulled down to the floor by some unseen force so that he lay on his side. The purple color changed to red.
Gilbert’s horns started glowing the same color as the magic took hold of them then started to unravel the bone coating, pain exploded in Gilbert’s head as his horns where slowly turned back into his hair. He closed his eyes and bit his lip to stop the screams from coming, his lip started bleeding.
Blood squirted from the place where horn meet skull, the pain intensified until Gilbert thought he would pass out from it.
He screamed.
He started shaking.
Gilbert placed a pale hand on his hip and covered his face with the other hand; Gilbird flew in circles around his head as he paced up and down the large segment of rusty red steel. He was so disgusted with himself that he didn’t notice the scent of another demon nor did he notice the sudden thump of feet hitting the same support beam.
A hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar, roughly slamming him back against the closest vertical beam. His head hit, hard, but all he saw was the glaring blue eyes of the demon Francis Bonnefoy.
“Long time no see. You have 5 seconds to tell me what you were doing following my boy,” Francis growled.
“What the Hell happened to your horns?” Gilbert asked.
“I asked first,” Gilbert looked down at his shoes.
“If I do it, I’ll be able to go where ever I want. It’s the closest to freedom I’ll have,”
“What did he ask you to do?”
“I’ll be able to look after West,”
“What did he ask you to do?”
“Like the old days,”
“GILBERT!” Francis slammed him against the beam again. “What did he ask of you?” Gilbert slowly looked up and met Francis’ eyes.
“Whisper suicide.” He said. Francis’s eyes widened and then narrowed before he coiled his fist back and slammed it into Gilbert’s gut. The albino coughed and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, his tail curled around him.
“And you picked Matthieu,” Francis said and kneeled down to Gilbert’s level.
“Ja. He’s already miserable,” Gilbert raised his head and looked at Francis. “Now what happened to your horns?”
“The day we got separated, I found a wizard and he removed them for me,” Francis reached under Gilbert’s hood and tapped his horns. “Turns out these are nothing more than tracking devices,”
“What?” Gilbert’s red eyes widened.
Francis nodded then hauled Gilbert to his feet.
“Well, as much as I hate you for targeting Matthieu, I can’t leave one of mes amis. If its freedom you want I can give it to you.” Gilbert didn’t know if he believed the thing about the horns but Francis had never lied to him, that he knew of…when they were alive. So he let him drag him back to his house.
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Gilbert followed Francis up the stairs and to the door. Another car was in the driveway. Francis dug in his pocket for the keys and opened the door. Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the fact that Francis wasn’t hiding his wings or tail.
“Well come in,” He said over his shoulder. Gilbert followed him to the living room, where three people sat around a coffee table looking over what looked like homework. His tail flicked. The one with bushy eyebrows and green eyes looked up first.
“Bloody Hell, Francis!” he shouted. “Why did you bring another demon home with you?!”
At that the other boys looked up. Mathew and Alfred. Mathew’s eyes widened as he recognized him from the park but where was his bird?
“Arthur, chérie. This is Gilbert Beilschmidt, an old friend,” Francis put his arm around Gilbert’s shoulder.
“Apparently I need my horns removed.” Gilbert said.
“I see,” Arthur stood up and walked over. “Let’s see them then.” Gilbert pushed his hood back, Gilbird nearly fell over, and he pecked Gilbert’s head, hard, and flew over to perch on a lamp.
“Tch, töricht Vogel,” Gilbert grumbled and rubbed the sore spot on his head. Mathew opened his mouth to say something, looking like he wanted to come out of his stuffy shell, but then must have thought it was too comfy and stayed in it, closing his mouth he leaned against Alfred.
“There defiantly shorter than what Francis’ were. Shouldn’t be too hard,” Arthur said and ran a hand through his messy hair. He turned to his sons. “Boys don’t burn down the house.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Gilbert asked and followed Arthur and Francis down the hall.
Stifled giggles followed them from the living room. Gilbert soon found himself in the
basement. Arthur got to work drawing magic circles around the room, mostly a giant one on the floor, Francis stepped back behind Gilbert and tied his wings together.
Gilbert flinched as his wings where pulled back.
“Making sure you don’t break them when you start thrashing.” Francis explained and tied the final knot.
“Done,” Arthur said and stood up from his spot on the ground. “Okay if you could sit here,” he pointed to the center of the circle.
Gilbert sat and curled his tail around his feet. The circle glowed purple; Gilbert was suddenly pulled down to the floor by some unseen force so that he lay on his side. The purple color changed to red.
Gilbert’s horns started glowing the same color as the magic took hold of them then started to unravel the bone coating, pain exploded in Gilbert’s head as his horns where slowly turned back into his hair. He closed his eyes and bit his lip to stop the screams from coming, his lip started bleeding.
Blood squirted from the place where horn meet skull, the pain intensified until Gilbert thought he would pass out from it.
He screamed.
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The Tomato of My Heart~Chapter 5
Lovino woke up, his reddish hair dangling in his face. He rolled over on his side to see Antonio, tan and muscular flashing him a beautiful smile.
"Buenos días, Lovino!" He smiled, kissing the younger man's cheek. "How'd you sleep? Any dreams?"
"I slept okay," Lovino replied. "That damn kid woke me up again. How you sleep through that I don't know. But I did have a dream, it was really weird though. We had these two cats and one of them stole the bruchetta I was making... Really weird."
"Mmm... Bruchetta, maybe you could make some? I'm not that good with Italian recipes." Lovino rolled his eyes, and was about to decline, but whenever
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The Tomato of My Heart~Chapter 6
Antonio woke up to see the spot next to him was empty. Lovino must be awake already, he figured. Grudgingly getting up and out of bed, he slowly walked down the hall, half-asleep. He noticed one of the doors was ajar, quite unlike Antonio, whom often shut them due to it looking neater. Silently peeking into the room, he noticed an incredibly rare sight. Lovino was crying.
The Italian was sulking in the corner, just like he used to do when he was little. He was mumbling to himself. "That canga wants me to surrender him.. But I can't. I won't. Damn Isabela, that psycho... She-she said she'd kill me or Feliciano... He d-doesn't deserve it. I do
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The Tomato of My Heart~Chapter 8
Antonio slumped on the bench outside of the hospital, still silently crying. Isabela came and wrapped an arm around him.
"It's okay, Tonio..." She soothed him. "You're too good for him..."
"No... It's not okay!" He yelled at her. "I know my Lovi. He wouldn't do something like that."
"But, you saw him. I made sure of that!" Isabela yelled. "It was obvious he kissed her! It's not like I threatened the Belgian girl in order to break you two up!"
"What... did you say?" Antonio asked, a shocked expression on his face.
"Nothing..." Isabela said, placing a kiss on the Spaniard's lips. "Let's go home."
Antonio nodded, hair dangling in front of
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Poor Gil, You can do it! You csn endure the pain!