SCW: I have my reasons for putting this up late but before that…Merry Christmas! Now that that's out of the way, I hope that all of you are having (and if you read this after Christmas: had) a lovely Christmas! Ariana please describe the back ground of this story.
Ariana: alright, this was the winner out of the three stories since it was in the lead first. Then you meanies had to even it out just as she had to shut it down! Thanks. Okay anyway, this idea was running around in her head for a while until she finally decided to write it down and type it up! So here we go, note that this is an AU so…yeah. She doesn't own a lot in this thing by the way.
Romania: Hey! Ariana you're in this one!
Ariana: really! Sweet! What's my roll?
Romania: ummm you're the-
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PROLOGUE: Meeting the Cast
The crack of gunfire filled the one peaceful air. The bullets slammed into the wall next to a dirty blonde. He winced and sighed, the police hat beside him still had a smoking hole in it from when it was shot off his head. The gun in his slender hands was warm from all the shots it had fired. Bright light green eyes were locked in a glare. Dark large eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance and concentration.
"No one told me they had so many da*n guns." He growled out before carefully peering over his temporary shield (a large crate) to see where his next shot would go. His partner had been shot, the officer didn't whether he was alive or not, but he did know that he had to get to him soon. The radio on his shoulder cracked before a voice was heard.
"Officer Kirkland, back up is on the way, what's your status please?" The voice sounded feminine and had an accent. Romanian from the sounds of it.
"Horrible, they have a lot more guns then we were told. Officer Honda's down, shot in the shoulder, and I can't get to him. Oh and they shot my hat." He replied before returning fire. An almost smirk crossed his face when one of the shooters fell with a cry of pain and a string of cuss words. He ducked back down before the others could get a lock on him.
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Clear brilliant blue eyes watched the Englishman in amazement.
"Whoa!" the man said although he knew he wouldn't be heard. The stray cowlick of wheat blonde hair swayed in a nonexistent breeze. Every move the Brit made he followed, he didn't know why but he liked watching the officer. He winced when a bullet brushed the English officer's arm leaving a slight burn and cut. Despite the new wound the officer didn't pause.
From what the floating and transparent man could see there were only four shooters left. The green eyed man had shot down the rest, five other shooters. The blue eyed blonde had been passing through when he heard the gunfire. He had decided to check it out and got there just to see the other blondes partner get shot down. At first the man thought that the green eyed man was a girl. His frame was slender and fragile looking. (from above it looks smaller but that's also due to the uniform, it's very slimming!) Unlike the blue eyed man's body which was broader and more built. The only things that proved he was a guy the nametag he had on and the lack of bust.
"Arthur Kirkland." He said aloud. To his surprise the Brit below him looked up when his name was called. Green locked with blue, Arthur's eyes widened for a split second before more gunfire brought his eyes back down. The ghost still stared in surprise. All his undead life no one had so much as glanced in his direction. Even when he made faces at them, or yelled at them, or anything he could think of to get their attention! Movement towards Arthur snapped him out of it.
"Hey, officer! Look out, someone's sneaking up on the left!" he shouted, Arthur glanced up again, a confused expression on his face. Then he nodded and edged closer to the left. He fired as soon as his eyes caught sight of the man. The ghost cheered and let himself float down to Arthur.
"Hey! I'm Alfred, nice to meet you!" the ghost said happily. Arthur glanced at him and nodded. He was too focused on the situation. Alfred pouted and sighed.
"I can help you until the help arrives." He tried to get Arthur's attention back. It worked.
"Why do you want to help me?" Arthur asked. Alfred stood up and grinned.
"Because I'm a hero!" he replied, then leapt over the crate and darted over to the enemy shooters.
He had learned that by focusing more of his energy in a certain area it allowed him to touch things. So he focused his energy into his hands and shoved the crate protecting the shooters over. For him it was easy, he grinned at their shocked faces. Arthur took his chance and shot two of them in the shoulder, another in the knee. Then darted over to his partner and dragged the unconscious man behind a nearby shelf. It didn't provide a whole lot of protection but Arthur didn't really care. He just wanted to make sure his partner was okay.
"Kiku, Kiku! Are you alright?" he asked keeping low. The black haired man didn't answer.
Arthur was so busy trying to check for vital signs, he didn't notice the other shooter reloading his gun. Alfred did and he placed his hand on the barrel preventing the guy from aiming the gun at Arthur. The shooter looked surprised and quickly checked himself to see if his clothing had caught on it or something.
"Arthur!" he called out drawing the Brits attention. Arthur cursed, his gun was out , and Kiku had left his in the cruiser. Just as he was about to stand the door burst open revealing the green eyed officers backup. All had their guns drawn. The shooter threw his gun down, Alfred returned to Arthur. Arthur sighed in relief and turned his attention back to his partner. Kiku's chest was moving up and down shallowly and his shoulder had stopped bleeding hard. While the shooters were being loaded into different vehicles a couple of medics checked out Arthur and Kiku. Alfred watched Arthur silently. Arthur winced when the anti bacterial agent was dabbed onto his shoulder. After his wound was dressed he pulled the black fabric of his sleeve down.
"Hey is your friend going to be okay?" he asked. Arthur nodded and started for the other officers. One officer, a bright blonde with steel blue eyes got his attention. His name tag read Ludwig.
"What did the medics say about Kiku?"He had a German accent and a very strong voice.
"He's lost quite a bit of blood, and needs to stay in the hospital for a week." Arthur replied. Ludwig nodded frown on his face. A bubbly brunette popped out from nowhere and latched onto Ludwig's arm. His name tag read Feliciano Vargas.
"Ve~ Ludwig! The bad guys are all locked up and ready for transport!" Feliciano had an Italian accent and a much lighter and brighter voice then the Germans. A stray curl that stuck out from the brown eyed Italian's hair bounced as he did. Ludwig nodded.
"Officer Kirkland, can you get your car back to the station?" Ludwig asked.
"Yes sir." Arthur immediately replied.
"Good, for now you'll have to work alone, unless you want officer Bonnefoy." Ludwig pointed behind him to a shoulder length bright blonde.
"No sir. I'll be fine without a partner for as long as need be." Arthur grimaced.
"Alright take three days leave, you need the rest."
"No sir, just one day should be fine."
"Alright, just don't overwork yourself like last time. " Ludwig reached up and placed something on Arthurs head, a new hat that had a sticky note on it. Hanging on the rim so Arthur could easily see it.
Stop ruining your hats!
p.s. hi.
Celestina.
"Dismissed."
"Yes sir." Arthur looked to be trying to stifle a smile. He left the building to his waiting cruiser. Alfred followed, reading the note curiously.
"Who's Celestina?"
"She's the person that takes calls for the station and keeps a mark on where every officer is."
"Nice! Hey what rank are you?" he asked as Arthur climbed into the driver's seat.
"Seargent." Arthur replied his eyebrows raised. Alfred had fazed through the door and now floated just above the seat. It seemed as if Alfred just noticed the curious and mildly annoyed look directed towards him.
"What?" Alfred asked innocently. Arthur started the car still looking at Alfred.
"Why are you still following me? If it's because you don't have anything better to do then go haunt someone else." Arthur carefully drove out, mindful of the truck caring the only shooter he hadn't put a bullet in.
"No! See, I've decided that I like you, so I'm gonna stay with you for a bit and protect you from the bad guys." Alfred exclaimed happily. Arthur gawked and switched between staring at him and the road.
"Do I look like I need protection given by a dead person." Arthur yelled. Alfred nodded eagerly. Arthur glared.
"You bloody git! I'm perfectly fine without anyone's protection. I've been fine all of my life without protection. Why do you even think I need protection?" Arthur kept his eyes on the road.
"Well, the hero defends the damsel in distress, and you do look like a girl…besides, you're the first person to see me and hear me, since my death. I finally have someone to talk to, who's cute too! One really old croany lady claimed she saw me once but she kept pointing in the wrong direction." Alfred explained, a devious smile on his face.
"Well, you're the third person to call me cute, my partner, Francis, and now you. You're also the first person to call me a girl, the only reason I'm not strangling you is because I'm driving and I can't touch you anyway. However that's not important, I could care less about your attention issues. Get out of my car." Arthur's face was straight but his eyes were bright with annoyance and anger. Alfred's customary grin darkened a bit but not with sadness. Something else. He put energy from the surrounding area into his arms and wrapped them around Arthur, mindful of the Englishman's arms. Arthur froze, his whole body went rigid at the feeling of solid and unfamiliar arms wrapped around his waist.
"I can touch anything I want to, whenever I want to. Also if I want to, I can let you or anyone I feel like, touch me. But only you can see and hear me. So I'm not leaving, no matter what." Alfred said, his voice was darker and held a touch of smugness in it. Arthur shuddered, as the car pulled up into the driveway of the large station.
This day just keeps getting worse doesn't it. He thought.
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SCW: There we go, I hope you all like this, I worked medium hard on it and this took me forever to do. Da*n writers blocks!
Ariana: until next time! Don't worry I'm coming soon!