leaving the room, he checked the living room -everything was fine- next the kitchen -everything was fine as well-. He checked his whole_

house, he left one room.. His music room, if even one small thing was off he would know. He slowly reached for the door knob turning and_

pushing the door open, at first he didn't see his piano. His blood ran cold then he looked down and noticed. "A toy?" He glared at it._

"Gilbert!" He felt something he hadn't in a long time, anger. He went back to the bedroom going to his closet and grabbing a riding crop_

before going to the bed and grabbing Gilbert's shoulders making sure to press the cold leather to his skin. "Gilbert. Weillschmidt. Wake._

Up. Now." He didn't know what he was going to do yet but he wanted his piano back that was the only thing he was thinking of at this point.