Your Guardian Angel- A RusCan fanfic

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"So... how did you die?"

Matthew's breath caught in his throat at the voice behind him. "What are you talking about?"

The one who had asked was not Ivan, but Gilbert. "I asked you how you died, kid. I can see your light."

The blond turned to stare at the albino male. "How do you know about that?"

"Because I'm an angel too, kid."

Matthew caught the lie right then and there. "You're lying. If you were, I'd see your light as well."

"I control it." Now he was curious. How did he do that? And if he was an angel, he'd have seen him in heaven, right?

"And I know what you're thinking, and no you wouldn't have seen me up there, you're not a veteran angel, but I am surprised you got put on Ivan's case considering how young you are."

Matthew huffed. "Well, that's how things go sometimes. Whose case are you on?"

"My younger brother's. Same reason that you're on Ivan's case, just a little more mild than yours is." Gilbert shrugged, looking around with a bored expression. "Now, again, I ask: How did you die?"

Matthew felt himself deflate, but he soon puffed his chest out and sighed. "I was kidnapped, tortured, and murdered alongside my brother by a family member. I hope he got arrested.."

Gilbert nodded along as the child spoke, then asked, "Who was he? I could check some files and see for you. I know that it'll help you feel a bit more comfortable in public, considering Ivan doesn't have a damn car."

The blond's eyes lit up, and as he opened his mouth to answer, his name was called.

"I brought you something back from the store, got you some chips and a drink- oh. Hello, Gilbert."

"Hallo. I was keeping little Mattie here company until you returned. He's very polite." Gilbert gave his signature smile, waving to the two before returning to his station.

After their snack break, the rest of the work day went smoothly, especially when everyone's nerves were calmed when Matthew started a little karaoke that turned into the whole shop singing along. Even the manliest ones there couldn't resist to sing along to pop songs, and some even danced with Matthew, much to his enjoyment.

Once Ivan's shift was over, Matthew was hauled onto his shoulders after much begging, and they left the shop.

"That was a nice technique. The singing. I'm sure the guys enjoyed it." Matthew smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'm sure they did as well." Matthew was quite happy to say the least, but that soon came to a halt when he felt a burning on the back of his neck.

Matthew looked around frantically, trying to find the source of his pain. Where is it? Ivan couldn't help but panic when his angel did. What was it that was freaking him out so bad?

"What's wrong?" That seemed like a good question to ask, what else was their to be asked in such a situation?

"I don't know." Matthew was terrified. He knew what was going on, but he couldn't tell Ivan what it was. He didn't want to upset him. The blond continued his frantic searching, eyes wide and alert.

A little insight on the child, he didn't understand what he was capable of, and he didn't understand what he was to do in such a situation, so it shocked both he and Ivan when light began radiating from the younger of the two.

"What is happening, are we going to die? Control yourself!"

"I don't know what's going on, I swear! All I know is that I don't feel safe! I'm not trying to do anything!"

Ivan was concerned at this point. His angel didn't know what was going on with his own body? Was this angel puberty? Why didn't he feel safe? Ivan knew how to protect the two of them, so why wouldn't he feel safe around him?

Matthew's light only grew wider in diameter when he began hearing voices speaking with raspy tones inside his mind.

You deserve what happened to you, didn't you?

Aw, poor child doesn't understand.

That's what you get for whoring around.

And then a voice that wasn't like the others.

Stop! Let him be, he doesn't get it!

Oh, shut your mouth, newbie.

Leave the poor kid alone!

And then it all stopped, and his vision went black.

After Ivan realised the child was indeed unconscious, he held onto his legs tight, his body tilted so he wouldn't slide off as he walked the two of them home.

Ivan was worried for the rest of the day, as Matthew hadn't woken or even stirred since the incident.

He'd put Matthew's food in the refrigerator, cleaned the house, and even checked on the child when he could, just out of sheer worry for the boy.

Eventually, he called it a night and turned in.

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Screams. That's all that was heard through the dead of night. The screaming of a tortured soul.

"No, please stop, you don't have to do this!"

"But I do. You ruined my life."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please just let me go back to mamma!"

A slice. A scream.

"Look at that, it describes you, doesn't it? A whore!"

Slice.

"Slut!"

Slash.

"Waste of space!"

A tear.

"Die already!"

A door being thrown open.

"Matthew! Hey! What are you doing to him?!"

"Oh, look who's joined the party."

Matthew's eyes filled with tears and he tried his best to trip his murderer, even though he was tied down.

"Don't touch him! He has nothing to do with this please!"

The sound of a hand connecting with a cheek sounded. He'd hit Matthew's brother.

Not too soon after, Matthew found his brother beside him, and he was in just as bad of condition as he was.

"Alfred, I'm sorry. You should have stayed away from here.."

"As if! If you go down, I'm going down with you."

And the torture began once again, and the only words that sounded through the night were the pleading screams coming from the two boys. The words?

"Papa, please stop!"

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I HAD THIS WRITTEN OUT AND I NEVER PUBLISHED IT.
I THOUGHT I DID.
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