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CHAPTER TWO: FORGET FORGOT FORGOTTEN

Ludwig Beilschmidt was leaning on his normal two-wheeled engine; he started to give up following the Italian twins, right after a group of their neighbor called him in the middle of the night, saying that the Vargas were moving out. He wasn't in the officer uniform, so that was making it more difficult to open the siren, even though he was the chief. He sighed, looking at his on breath; things might be much easier if he could ask the mayor for a new 'car'. In all of the sudden, white fluffy materials were dropping from the dark sky.

Ludwig looked up at the snow and wrapped the German flag scarf tighter around his neck.

'It would definitely be creepy if someone's around here,' the German think. 'It was dark now. Maybe if Gilbert's here, he'll babble things about vampire and stuff again-'

However, his thought was cut out by spotting a certain Italian who he was following for the last ten minutes. Moreover, he was standing and staring at the German.

'Wow, what have we got here,' the blond brushed back his thick bangs as he looked at the smaller man. 'A suspect who was driving madly just to get away had just came back to the officer?'

"Mr. Vargas, I believed you've finished with your 'drive'?" Ludwig raised a brow, he was snickering. Feliciano looked totally embarrassed.

"Y-yes," he replied, gripping his bag tighter. "So, are you going to arrest me? Ve…"

Ludwig smiled. "You are more hot-tempered than I've thought. No, I'm going to investigate you, and made sure I sent the right person to jail."

"Ve…"

"So, why are you still here? Why didn't you go home already?" Ludwig asked as he got on the bike. The auburn man looked depressed –which surprised the chief as he was reported that this man was totally a bubbly and cheerful type of person- when he answered.

"…I can't go back, that's why."

The blond looked at the other man is amazement; he also noticed the small Italian didn't wear any jacket or things to warm him up, other than just a t-shirt. "Why can't you?"

"M-My brother… abandoned me…" Feliciano answered, his voice was lower than usual. Ludwig stared at the Italian in shock.

'What? I couldn't detect any sign of lying. Maybe, what he said was… true?'

"Where are you going to stay, then?"

"Ve… Maybe here…"

"'Here'? I beg your pardon? How are you supposed to stay here?" Ludwig asked; looks like he believed what the Italian said. Feliciano didn't answer anything, instead he started to whimper and let out some sad 'Ve's. The German was out of control.

"… Vargas."

"Y-yes?" Feliciano answered. Ludwig tried to look at him with his usual icy glare, but failed. His eyes were showing unconcealed worry; how could you bare to look at such a cute and fragile boy like that anyway.

"Get on the bike."

"V-Ve? A-are you taking me to investigate?"

"No. You're going to stay at my place, only for this night." When Ludwig recognized what he had said, he mentally scolded himself for bringing a suspect home.

'What the hell did you just say, Ludwig! That was mad!'

Still, they were finally at the Beilschmidt's place, because its owner felt too sorry for the little man. Ludwig felt like he was going to have a headache soon, why on earth did he felt weirdly familiar with the Italian? He was preparing for the guest bedroom –which was lucky for him Gilbert was out with his Canadian boyfriend, who Ludwig couldn't remember his name- when Feliciano came out of bathroom in the house owner's clothes.

"Ve… Thank you, chief," the Italian said. The blond was trying to be mean, but he instead said:

"Please call me Ludwig."

'Okay, I've gone completely insane,' he thought and he mentally kicked himself.

"O-oh, okay, L-Ludwig."

...

'Ludwig! Please don't leave me! Don't leave me!' A girl clutched his hands.

'I'm sorry. I really had to go-'

'But, you've promised!' the same girl yelled at him with tears streaming down her eyes. He felt his lips curved into a sad smile as he reached his hand to the girl's cheeks, trying to avoid the anti-gravity curl pointed out from her shot cropped auburn hair.

'I'm sorry, I can't-'

...

"Keep it…" Ludwig was stunned. He shocked with what he had seen, and said. Feliciano looked at him confusedly.

"Ve~ What's wrong? Did I do anything wrong?"

...

'I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! Forgive me!'

...

"N-no," he was paled, he was sure he'd heard those voices before. He looked at Feliciano's face and then his hair, there was a curl pointing out of the lock, exactly as same as the girl's. He suddenly snapped. "I-I'll be in the next room, don't hesitate to call me if there's anything."

Ludwig nearly ran out of the room, he was really shocked. Why did those... things looked so familiar, it looked like a part of forgotten memories. Why did they come back when Feliciano called his first name? Questions after questions popped into his head like they've been waiting to come out for so long. His icy blue eyes were full of astonishment as he walked to his room. One of the questions played repeatedly in his head;

Why did he felt like his heart was beating fiercely it had never been before?

Because of the way Ludwig acted, Feliciano was scared. He was the one who showed all the things to Ludwig; apparently, Ludwig forgot about everything happened long time ago. He stared blankly at the pillow.

He pulled a photo out from his bag. It was a picture of a boy; he had short blond hair and icy blue eyes. His eyes were stern, yet Feliciano found them soft and caring. They were each other's first love; however, they haven't met for years, until two hours ago. Well, as for Feliciano only, he had met the German since from a week ago.

Of course he had lied to the German about his brother, but if he doesn't, Lovino wouldn't be with Antonio right now, he could see it.

"So… You are the same guy…"

Feliciano tried to forget him also, but he failed. It was hard for a vampire to be in love with human, and even harder for him to forget.

He looked at the photo and sighed. In a blink of an eye, the photo was burnt and blacken ashes were left.

"I almost forgot you, Ludwig," he whispered. "Why did you have to appear again now?"

After all, Feliciano just couldn't forget the boy. In fact, he never thought he that could.

It was finally morning after a sleepless night; Ludwig could barely sleep at all. He stared at his face in the mirror and discovered dark circles around his eyes.

Still, he decided to go to the office earlier than usual –in order to dodge his brother; of course, he brought Feliciano with him. Although, he didn't feel like investigating at all, despite his usual self.

"Okay, Mr. Vargas," Ludwig said to the Italian, sleepily. "Where were you at the time the murder was occurred?"

"I was at the shop, next two blocks from here." The chief stared at the other man with narrowed eyes. Somehow his mind tuned back to its usual condition.

"What was the name of the shop you said?"

"It was… Del mediterraneo."

"Which was exactly the same store that Francis Bonnefoy, the shop keeper, was shot by a .38," Ludwig said, his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Do you have a gun, Mr. Vargas?"

"… Yes. It was .38"

"Are you admitting that you are the murderer?"

"No. Absolutely, no," he said firmly to the confused German who looked at him with utterly disbelief.

"Look, Feliciano Vargas," he tried to control and not to yell, due to all their conversation was in record. "You've just said, you were at the very shop and had the very weapon in your possession. Are you trying to deny-"

"I'm not denying, officer. I didn't kill him; he's the one who was going to kill me!" Feliciano screamed. Ludwig looked at the other man in shock, when he managed to pull himself together, he stopped the recording.

"I would like you to explain what had happened," Ludwig looked at Feliciano in the eyes. "Everything."

Feliciano shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Ve… Well… I was going to buy some herbs for our pasta like usual, but big brother-"

"Big brother? You've known the victim before?"

"Well, yes. We've been doing business since from when I moved here," Feliciano answered. "Ve… He was usually good to us. But that day, he was acting weirdly. He stared at me from when I entered the shop until I was going to pay. He said he wanted to talk to me and he leaded me to the store room. He locked me from the back and pointed a dagger at me. It was made from pure silver, I could sense it. He said something like… he was doing it for his friend's brother."

"I've got no idea about what was going on; I screamed for help but no one could hear me. I was going to get my gun, but he took it from me. He said he was going to kill me, and filled the gun with his own bullet. Fortunately, I bit his arm and the gun was fired at him instead of me. Then, I ran out of the shop for my life."

Ludwig's eyes grew wide. "W-what? I mean, he said that he did it for his friend?"

Feliciano confirmed.

"Do you know who that was?"

"Ve~ I don't know his name, but he-"

Rrrrrr… Rrrrrr…

"Excuse me," Ludwig said and answered the phone. "Hello, this is Lud- Oh, bruder. I'm at the office. Oh, yesterday," he saw Feliciano shook his head. He frowned, but carried on with the phone. "We haven't found them, yet. Oh, you don't have to come. Go with Matthew, okay? Yeah, yeah. See you."

"Ve~ Your brother?"

Ludwig looked at Feliciano in surprise. "Yes, how did you know?"

The Italian was paled. "Mio dio, this is bad!"

"Sorry, but I don't understand."

"I've heard his voice before when I went to Big brother's shop, he was the guy!"

Ludwig fell off his chair.

They're tryin to come back, all my senses push
Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could...

To be continue…

A/N: Two chapters and a prologue, YAY! First of all, this is just a fanfiction. It has absolutely nothing to do with the real organization or the city. Second, this is just a fanfiction, it has absolutely nothing to do with the band OneRepublic. Third, since this is my fanfiction, please tell me what you feel about this. THANK YOU! *died*