Clutched by the Beast

CH.02

It Begins

"LUDWIG! LUDWIG, NOOO!"

He could hear the voice scream his name as he fell back, his foot losing its tread on the loose cliff face. Blue eyes stared into his own, once victorious, they were now melting into fear. Hands reached out for him, but he was falling too fast. He turned his head, watching the ground rush closer. His lifted his arms. He braced for impact.


Ludwig shot up in bed, his eyes wide and his breath wild. Searching around himself, he found familiar walls. He was in his bedroom. Calming down, he gave a deep sigh before collapsing back into his bed. His eyes shot to his right arm and the single scar that laid on its surface. His brow furrowed as he stared at it before getting back up. It was time to get ready anyways.

Ludwig left his room ready for the day. He had double checked his bag to make sure he didn't forget any homework this time and slicked his hair back into his customary style. As he descended the stairs, Ludwig found himself slowing down. Something wasn't right here. He hadn't heard a single tweet of a Gilbird since waking and now, looking around the living room, he could only find traces of their existence. Some yellow feather dusted the coffee table, a few new holes were pecked into the sofa, the top of the book shelf looked to be littered with new droppings... but no Gilbirds. Ludwig felt a chill run up his spin as he shuffled over to the kitchen door, unable to tear his eyes away from the eerie room. Pushing the door open first, Ludwig shook his head before entering, How unsettling...

"Oh Gilbert, you dirty boy, take me right now!"

It was a scene that would forever be burned into Ludwig's mind whether he liked it or not. There, on the dining table Ludwig had just cleaned yesterday, laid Gilbert's very annoying best friend, Francis Bonnefoy, completely naked. Ludwig's eyes were glued to the man on the table as he made some rather crude gestures to what Ludwig would assume to be his brother but his brain was unable to comprehend that a person was NAKED in his KITCHEN.

"Bwah?" was the only sound he seemed able to produce. That sound was all that was necessary to garner the Frenchman's attention as his eyes rolled over to view the new Bielschmidt in the room. His lips curved in an amused smirk as he tossed his blonde mane before asking, "You like what you see, lil Luddy?"

Ludwig could vaguely hear the snickering of his brother before he freaked. "What the Fuck are you doing on the table!"

Francis sat up, giving Ludwig an even better look at his manly bits (not that Ludwig wanted to see them) before giving him a pensive look. "On the table? Well I was asking your brother for a rather good fucking obviously." Gilbert was full on laughing this point over at the counter, probably at the way Ludwig's face was become very much akin to a tomato.

"Oh my god! Put some damn pants on!" Ludwig screeched, finally having the mind to place his forearm over his eyes as he pointed at Francis.

"Put pants on? But I like being naked. Plus, your brother doesn't seem to mind." It was after that, when Ludwig felt like he was just about to explode that his brudder stepped in.

"Alright alright. If you make us some pancakes he will get some pants on." Ludwig uncovered his eyes enough to give his brudder a mean look.

"Pancakes? To make him put on the pants he should already have on!"

Gilbert just shrugged, but Ludwig could see the shit eating grin he was wearing. "Grrrrr"

"Ok. I promise I will put on pants if you make breakfast. Ok?" Ludwig missed the wink that Francis sent his way, but looking at the clock on the wall, he only had a little time before he had to leave for school. With a sigh, he gave up.

"Fine fine, but I better see pants on you by the time I'm done."

"Deal!" His brother exited towards the living room, giving his brudder a thumbs up. As Ludwig started to move towards the counter he felt a hand slide over his ass.

"Hey!" But Francis was already prancing out the door. With the kitchen silent Ludwig leaned onto the counter his mind roving on this new information. Francis had the audacity to lie on his table. Naked! He would have to start washing it down before every meal now that he knew what that Frenchman was capable of.

"I don't hear the clatter of pancake magic!" Gilbert yelled from the living room, the "ohohoho" chuckles of Francis accompanying his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he yelled back before getting onto the pancake making.

He was just finishing up frying the last of the pancakes when he heard the door swing open. Looking behind him, he found his brudder looking out the back window. He started to speak as he turned to look at the blonde. "Hey Ludwig, do you- what happened to your face!" he yelled pointing at his brudder's cheek. Ludwig raised his hand to the cut on his face as the day before came back to him.

"Oh... I was in a fight." He mumbled out.

"A fight! Well it's been a while since you've been in one of those hasn't it?" his brudder laughed.

Ludwig nodded "yeah".

"You win?"

"Um" Ludwig furrowed his brow, "it got interrupted before we could finish"

"Really? Bummer haha." His brother slapped him in the back causing Ludwig to wince. He forgot Mathew had elbowed him there.

"Well the pancakes are just about done if Francis has his pants on." Ludwig turned back to finish up the last of the batter.

"Really? Awesome. I'll just- oh wait." Ludwig turned his head back to Gilbert.

"What?"

"Aha that was what I was going to tell you. You know a kid named Ivan?" Gilbert asked. Ludwig gave him a perplexed look before responding.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because he's standing on our front porch." Gilbert turned to go yell at Francis that the pancakes were done as Ludwig stood in front of the burners.

Ivan? At my house? Did I even tell him where I live? Ludwig tried to remember if he had but everything after school seemed really hazy. Putting the last pancake with the others, Ludwig headed out into the living room. I must have told him where I live. How else could he know? Gilbert and Francis rushed past him into the kitchen as Ludwig walked to the front door. Swinging open the heavy oak he found Ivan standing on the porch looking out into the trees.

"Ivan?"

"The birds are so lovely on this side of the park, da?" Ludwig blinked, confused at Ivan's statement.

"Huh"

Ivan turned around to look at Ludwig, a childish smile spread wide on his face. "They don't sing nearly as much over by Mr. Winter's house."

"Uh huh." Ludwig felt as if he had walked into the middle of a conversation. He felt distinctly lost. Maybe I have a concussion?

"Oh sorry. I has not explained why I am over. I vas valking to school when I notice your house vas on the way. You vill valk to school with me, da?" Ivan's emotions were once again infectious to Ludwig and before he could comprehend it he was smiling with the Russian.

"Oh sure. I just have to finish up breakfast and we can head out"

"Breakvast?"

"Yeah. I made pancakes... Would you like some?" Ludwig quickly caught the wanting look in Ivan's violet eyes.

"That vould be most vonderful"

Breakfast took much longer than usual with Ivan at the table but Ludwig didn't notice. He found himself enjoying the Russian's company and it helped him ignore his brudder and Francis's immaturity. When they finally made it to school they only had a few minutes to get to class. As Ludwig talked to Ivan he vaguely heard a familiar sound before feeling the impact of one Italian.

"Veeeeeeeeeeee! Ooomf" Feliciano gripped the side of the tall blonde in a fierce hug before looking up into his face. "Ludwig! You are late again. What are you- Oh my! What happened to your face?" the brunette exclaimed, jumping up and down to get a closer look at the cut on Ludwig's cheek. Ludwig face burned up in shame as he looked away from his friend.

"Well... Um..."

"Ludwig protected me from Jones, da?" Feliciano stop jumping to spin around and stare up at the even taller and blonder boy beside Ludwig.

"Waaahh? He protected you?" The Italian's face seemed to be full of confusion for a second, then his brown eyes hardened and he turned back to his German friend. "You were in a fight!" Feliciano smacked Ludwig in the arm in his exclamation but it wasn't hard enough to cause much of a reaction in the blonde. Ludwig just rubbed the back of his neck trying to look anywhere but in his best friend's eyes.

"I'm sorry. It was a-"

"You promised Ludwig! You promised you would never fight again!" Feliciano looked close to tears as he yelled at Ludwig in the now barren halls. The bell had rung sometime during their conversation but neither boy seemed to notice.

"I know. I know. Its just-"

"He vas protecting me" Ivan spoke up again. Feliciano sniffled and looked ready to retort when the Russian boy cut him off. "I do not know of these promises, but Ludvig helped make sure I vas not hurt yesterday. I do not understand your... anger at him?"

"Well.. I..."

"It is very admirable of Ludvig to put himselv in so much danger for someone he did not know, da?" It seemed like more of a statement than a question to Ludwig as he watched his new friend stare down at his oldest friend. The smile of the Russian's face didn't seem as friendly as it did earlier this morning. More like a warning. Ludwig leaned over to Ivan to tell him to lay off. He stopped though when he heard the quite murmuring of Feli.

"I guess... I guess you're right. I just don't want Ludwig to get hurt again..." Ivan didn't show any signed of curiosity at Feliciano's confession and Ludwig ideally wondered if he had heard anything about him from his time around Jones's group before Ivan answered.

"Da. I understand. You do not have to vorry small one. I vill make sure Ludvig does not get hurt, da."

From behind his tears Ludwig watched Feliciano's eyes brighten. "You promise to make sure he won't get into another fight?"

"Da. I promise he vill not get hurt." Ivan nodded his head in Feli's direction with a large smile which was readily returned by the Italian.

"Come. Let us get to class bevore we are much too late" Ivan waved them away from the front doors and into the school, with Feli skipping happily after him, chatting loudly about many inane things. But Ludwig kept back a pace, his brows furrowed. Was I the only one who caught that he didn't promise to keep me from actually fighting?


Dis... Italian boy will be much problems. He keeps Ludvig much too... restrained, yes? Yes. He vill have to be taken care of...


Damn Ive had that sitting on my hard drive, waiting to be posted for a while. Sorry guys. Forgot lol

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