GUESS. WHOSE. BACK. CAW. CAW. MOTHAFUCKAS.

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I heard a story that has been passed through my family for generations. It is the story of a runaway, a loner, or whatever he has been called by them.

I was told the tale by my grandfather who had learned it from his own father. The boy he spoke of sounded rather peculiar, believing in fairies and other childlike things while pursuing more feminine skills. Yet the way he spoke of him, I could hear the distaste in the way he spoke, yet this only made me feel pity. I felt pity for both the man and my grandfather, who had been taught such hatred for someone he had never met.

Anyone who told me was the same way, and I felt the same pity. Yet, I would never tell them that and I just smiled and laughed with them. My face feeling filthy with the cruel smile plastered on it.

I learned that the man had been close to no one. No one except for a French cousin. When his cousin had gone to live in America, the man made sure to find a job that sent him there regularly. He considered this person his only family, his only friend.

Yet the world is a cruel place that cares little for someone as insignificant as this man. It took his cousin away from him, delaying the information from reaching him until after the funeral. My grandfather had found this amusing, I did not.

He immediately went to America and disappeared for a month or two. When he came back he was not alone. A tall, dirty blonde American had accompanied him and they said that the new individual never stopped smiling.

The man had come to cut all ties to the family. They rebuked him, calling him delirious and having been tricked by the American. The reason was that by cutting all ties, he would be taking his own share of the fortune out of the hands of his family. I did not know how to feel about such greed at the expense of a sibling.

Nonetheless, he took it and left. From that point on not a soul has seen him in London. I would ask eagerly what happened to him, but my grandfather would simply shrug and laugh saying that he didn't know.

I made up my mind then. I would seek out where this man had gone and what had happened to him. I asked his name, and was given the name of Arthur Kirkland.

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Wassup, how's everyone been? XD Sorry for the wait, I got really busy once school started again :'3 However, I finally got around to at least developing a plot for this thing and here is the opening because I always make short openings, you people know I do. I will begin working on the first official chapter soon!