not human - pruaus

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im so sorry this book has turned to shit im terrible at writing- but i am so thankful for 61 views and 8 likes- i never would of thought i would even reach here

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Gilbert frowned and bounded back to his keeper's room, petting the door.

"Hey super stingy Roddy? You there? Please open up. I can help you out and cheer you up." He purred, knocking on the door.

"No thanks."

"Please?"

"No means no."

He pounded on the door again, letting out a loud yowl, as if to be in pain. This noise soon got on the piano-playing man's nerves.

"Gilbert! Please. You're giving me a headache and making my sickness feel worse. Please be quiet."

"Not until you open the door and let me in."

"Can't sorry, too sick to get up." An excuse was made up hastily by the man from the other side of the wall.

"It'll only take one second." He pleaded.

"Fine, but if I pass out or anything it's your wrong-doing." Roderich scoffed, slowly getting up and unlocking the door, opening it for the feline.

Gilbert went in contentedly, closing the door and laying in the corner of the bed while the Austrian laid down on it, looking quiet pale... Almost white- whiter than Gilbert.

Why am I feeling sick all of the sudden for no reason? It's not because of him, is it? No. That's redundant... silly... childish... stupid! I would not get sick over somebody like him. After what he did. I don't like him at all. Do I? Nope. I guess I like Elizabeta. She's cute. I guess. I don't think I like her in that way. Am I... gay? I don't like Basch. I don't! I wouldn't. He's cheap as hell, rude, uninvolved, and waves a gun in your face everywhere he goes. I wouldn't be surprised if he were a drunkard.

Just thinking about this made the Austrian feel ever so slightly endeared by the thought of his old friend Basch. He noticed that he was developing feelings for him. Roderich thought he shouldn't feel this way. He liked girls. Not men. Or so he thought.

On the other hand, Gilbert loved Roderich and thought it was normal- he adored him. He thought he was smart, talented, attractive- everything. There was no denying it. Gilbert wasn't aware that a certain Swiss could be threatening his friend's thought.

Gilbert rolled over to see Roderich with a frown upon his face- looking quiet sweaty and disturbed.

"R-Roddy- what's wrong? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"I told you I'm fine." Roderich snapped.

"Please don't lie to me." He crawled up next to Roderich, resting his chin on the Austrian's broad shoulder.

"Fine. I'm not feeling so hot."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because of..." The reason why was mumbled, and inaudible.

"Again? I didn't hear you."

"Because of..." Same thing. Mumbled again.

"I can't hear you, dammit! Speak up."

"Because of Basch, God!" Roderich practically screamed, hiding his red face into the pillows.

"Oh."

"I think I'm in love with him, Gilbert! I don't know why. After what he did. I'll never forgive him, but I can't help it. I love him."

"Wow. I never thought you felt that way." Gilbert was slightly taken aback, and depressed. He loved Roderich. But Roderich obviously didn't feel the same way.

He had flashbacks of when Basch came, and it was all to obvious. The look in Roderich's eyes, how he talked to him, just everything made it obvious that Roderich loved him- but Gilbert was blind to that.

It was inevitable, who would love their pet in an intimate way? Probably some psychopath.

"What happened?"

"He hurt me. You were somewhere else in the house but we had a fight.. A falling out. I don't play the ukulele anymore because of him. He's the one who taught me how to play it, and played it on his own accord."

"What happened in the fight?"

"Well, I said one little thing that set him over the roof, and he just completely bashed me. Yelled at me. And hurt me. And never came back to me again. I don't know where he is now. But I do know one thing. I love and miss him."

The Prussian noticed a gleam slide down the other's check and a small whimper. Was he crying?

"Roddy? A-are you alright?"

No response. Just a painful sob.