Chapter 1, The Lion meets the Wolf
Arthur was tired, walking home from the school where everyone either hated or feared him. 'The demon king' they called him. Needless to say, it was hell. Everyday was the same. He would walk by himself to school. Walk into his first period. Francis would tease him about his eyebrows. Alfred would claim that he was such a fun sucker. Gilbert would make fun of him to no end. Antonio would spite him out of no where. The rest would all either try to beat him up, or stay far away from him.
It wasn't his fault for having the family eyebrows. It wasn't his fault for not seeing what fun it was to get drunk under the table. It wasn't his fault for trying to fit in. It wasn't his fault that he hadn't known where he was looking, accidentally pushing Antonio into the pool. It wasn't his fault he had the student president council under his name, nor was it that he could fight back when he was targeted. How else would he have defended himself from three brothers that would be drunk and blaming him for Mum and Dad's car accident.
Over the years of the repeated mantra of going home and back, he learned to get into his room through the vine that would reach to his window. As silently as a fox grabbing a hen. Over the years, Arthur learned it was best to either keep quite, or push everyone away. He might get hurt again.
7th grade:
"A-Arturo...I like you".
"W-What?"
"Fusososo! Your face is so red! Of course not, who would like a caterpillar browed boy like you!" Antonio ran away laughing. Leaving a broken hearted Arthur, green eyes hardening, and loosing it's color, dulling into a acidic green.
Once he was in his room, he winced at the memory. That was the third one.
6th grade:
"Dude! You like, totally did that on propose!"
"I-I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it-"
"Whatever dude, if your looking for friends you ain't see'in any here! Go away! Fun sucker!"
3rd grade:
"It's all your fault you brat! Mum and Dad could still be alive if they hadn't needed te go te yer stupid violin recital!"
"B-But I-I".
"Shat yer trap, it's your fault!"
Each one was painful, each one made him want to just stand in the busy freeway. It would have been better wouldn't it? No one would have to deal with him anymore, more importantly, no one would die because of him. That's better for everyone right?
He looked out the window, it was 5 meters of the ground give or take. He was on the third floor, it would kill him right?
He shook his head. No, that would just leave his brothers to have to clean up his body. Plus, there was a possibility that he could live. He cant risk it, andthere was no need for them to have to clean up after him. Putting away his satchel, he found an old jumprope he used to play with.
"This would do just fine," he muttered to himself. He got out again, and headed to the park. No one would be there at this hour, a perfect place to kill himself. No interruptions. He walked toward the swing, winter was creating the perfect snowy day for tomorrow. Not that it mattered, for him anyway. He tied the rope into a loop with a fishermen's knot, strong enough not to break or unloose for a guy weighed like him. Little did he notice that he had started to refuse any forms of food for a while.
He stood at the swing, and prepared to jump off. 1, 2, 3-
"Excuse me, what are you doing?"
He stopped, a boy wrapped in an oversized coat and pants that went up to his feet kept his legs warm. He was about Arthur's own age, but his face and hair was covered in something black.
"Just go away, no one would care about me anyways," he responded. His voice sounding broken as ever.
"I would," the boy replied smoothly. His voice was slightly Americanized, but his accent was clear. British.
"Why?" he asked.
"I'll tell you if you come down here without the noose, and you living and breathing, and very much alive".
Arthur hesitated, he didn't know him. What obligatory status did this boy had to make such a deal? Why did he feel like he could trust him?
"A-Alright".
He got down, much against his inner wishes and sat beside the strange boy in the snow.
"Well, why?" he asked.
"As long as you have a life to live, no one. Not even yourself has the right to take it away. That is one of the rules I live by, and I couldn't exactly let the world loose a dashing lad like yourself now could I?" Green eyes glittered behind the dirty hair, but it showed seriousness.
"But, my eyebrows-"
"-are just another sign of your uniqueness, honestly. Could the wankers at your school be this stiff?
"But my parents-"
"-I for one have no idea how they died, but it wasn't your fault. Unless you actually held the weapon and killed them with your own two hands. You have a life, live it. Somewhere in your soul I see a man who will do great things for the world, who will show everyone around him that he will be unbreakable".
"Who are you?" Arthur asked suddenly, he has never heard anyone speak like that. Frankly, he thought that this guy could have made a fortune out of being a motivational speaker.
"Call me Adrian, and I'm just an orphan who ran away from a shitty foster family and educated himself using the local library. Also jumped a ship from London might I add. I make money by doing odd jobs that no one once to do, except you know, be a slut. That goes against my morals," said the boy shrugging.
"You should seriously come to my school".
"Sure! Tomorrow, I'll met ya there".
"You cannot possibly be serious".
"Oh, but I am lad. I am".
-page break-
The next morning, Arthur was still alive and he quietly made his way toward the school. Once he got to the building, he saw a mass come up to him.
"Hello lad," said the boy cheerfully. The boy had cleaned up well, his hair showed no signs of dirt, showing black hair with what looks like green dye dipped on the edges. His face was a pretty healthy pale, and his eyes glittered as always it seemed. Under his bangs he saw fairly large eyebrows, it silently raised a few pointers, but Arthur paid no attention to it. He was wearing a button down white long sleeve shirt with dark blue dress pants and loafers. He was also wearing a satchel, and had a jacket over his shoulder.
"My name is Arthur, and you cleaned up well Adrian," Arthur said. A bit scandalized that he hadn't introduced himself last night, but Adrian didn't seem bothered. Adrian shrugged his shoulders,
"Well, I don't want anyone thinking I'm a hobo right? I mean, I work enough to have a small apartment so I'm fine".
"Alright, but how we're going to get you in..."
"No problem, I already talked with the principal, he said he'll let me in, and we have the same schedule".
"Wait, you told him? Why would you-"
"I told him that we were cousins, and trust me when I say I looked the part. I also said that I was transferring here for a while, until my parents work something out since they are currently having a divorce, he understood and let me. Also gave me P.E. uniform," Adrian shortly explained.
"Oh. I thought you told him".
"Never, unless you gave me permission, I will never betray you".
"Oh look! It is Eyebrows!"
"Francis," Arthur growled.
"Hey, so you are zhe new kid!~ Come with us, and don't waste you time with zat ugly browed boy," said Francis, coming onto Adrian. Adrian stepped away from him,
"Well, soorrryyybut I believe i'll make that decision myself thank you very much. Oh, and that 'ugly browed boy' happens to be my cousin. So, bugger off. Cause your insulting my eyebrows too you bloody frog face".
Throughout that sentence, Adrian went from joking, to defending, to insulting, to bloody threatening. His eyebrows were pulled to a frown, and his facial expression was pulled to a sneer. His arms crossed, and tapping his foot. It was scary, like your mother just found your porn stash (for girls think of it as your mum finding your list of R18+ dojinshis...if you have any). Francis blinked at the sudden retaliation, and then ran for it when Adrian started to uncross his arms.
"I'm guessing that's one of the bastards?" said Adrian, voice emitting annoyance.
"Yes, he is. Frog face, I think I'm going to call him that now," said Arthur. Adrian looked at him,
"You know you don't have to take this bullshit. Your good at masks, and so am I. Why not use them?"
"What do you mean?"
"On the outside, you never show your emotions, so it's like you have a mask. So instead of ducking your head, use them. When you walk down the hallway, scowl at them. Like your surrounded by idiots. When you see a respectable person, nod at them. When you see a shy one. Lift the corners of your lips and bow your head a little. In other words, why give them the satisfaction of being predictable? Why not be unpredictable? Beat them in all the exams and tests, be your teachers' favorite student, be good at everything imaginable and take the popularity for your own. Show that frog that you can be either the demon of hell, or the angel of heaven".
"You should seriously be a motivational speaker, that was enlightening," Arthur stated. Adrian laughed and put an arm around his shoulders,
"So I've been told, but I can be an asshole when called for. So what do you say Arthur, ready to show them up by being a pirate, and a victorian lord?"
"Hm, indeed," said Arthur. His accent deepening as he caught the reference. Pirate, steal everything that fancied him and go away laughing. Victorian lord, make everyone who brought him pain despise him even more as he gained the popularity of the entire school, an evil nobleman.
"Woah, for a second there I thought I would swoon, keep it up," said Adrian as they walked side by side into the halls. Both hands were in their respective pockets, as both boys smirked in triumph. Strutting their way to first period, Arthur giving small smiles, and Adrian smirking at the glaring assholes. At one point, Arthur saw Michelle blush a little. Good start, since she was one of the prettiest girls in the school. As they arrived in the classroom, it was chaos. Paper planes were being thrown, rubber bands were used as sling shots, and Arthur was getting annoyed. Honestly, it was like this every morning, so he didn't really bother, but now. Perhaps now is the time to show what he feels about it.
"Go for it cousin," said Adrian. Arthur was staring to wonder whether they were cousins or brothers for real, what was the chance that Adrian would have known what he was thinking?
"Will yow all si' yooor asses down quie'lie?!" yelled Arthur, who's eye was twitching while he was scowling at them all. Tapping his foot impatiently, the crowd instantly silenced. Each student scrambling for their own seat. They had never really seen Arthur snap before, and the norfolk accent showed through as he was annoyed. They understood the message, but was wondering who the heck is standing beside him, arms crossed and smirking.
"Hey, British bastard, you can't tell us what to do!" yelled Lovino. Arthur smirked and went back to the proper queen's english. But his accent was still deeply british, making most of the female and male occupants in the room light headed. That smirk wasn't helping either.
"Oh, but Mr. Vargas I can. Your grandfather maybe the school principal, but I do have the right to, as you say, 'tell us what to do' since all of your behavior is quite degrading. Leaving me no choice, but to act as the school council president," Arthur replied smoothly and evenly.
"E-Excuse me Mr. Kirkland," a small voice said. Arthur's expression changed to a light smile as he addressed the owner of the voice,
"Yes Ms. Zwingli?" Lili Zwingli, nice girl, little sister of Vash Zwingli, who is in charge of student discipline. In other words, making sure they, meaning students, don't go ape shit in the school.
"Who is the man behind you?"
Arthur smiled, "This is Adrian Kirkland, my cousin from London. He'll be transferring with us until some of his personal problems cool down". Truth, but not the entire truth, the easiest way to lie. He and Adrian could be considered so close that they are cousins, he came from London, and he does have personal problems.
"Good morning, and it is very nice to meet you all," said Adrian, taking an actor's bow as he finished introducing himself. All the students stared as the two boys took their seats and interacted with each other. Normally, Arthur would have taken the seat near the back and stayed quiet, but now. He was commanding the classroom with a semi iron fist. The classroom was talking in a moderate level, not to loud, but not exactly quiet either. When he did talk, it was normally scary. Though Arthur was speaking with the new kid, or Adrian, like it was just normal. He also occasionally spoke with Vash every once in a while. Which was a surprise, no one spoke with Vash normally. Something weird was going on.
"Dude, somethings happening to the fairy guy," whispered Alfred to Antonio.
"Si, he is normally quiet, but he's actually speaking to someone, and you know how that tone of his was when he was speaking to my Lovino," said Antonio.
"Excuse me, but it's rude to talk bad about people when their back is turned," said Arthur. Honestly, they were talking loudly and he was right in front of them; idiots, Arthur thought bitterly. The other two silenced and glared at them. Arthur glared back, acidic green burning them. Causing them to look down, they were shocked with his actions, to say the least.
"Don't worry about them Arthur, they're hardly worth the trouble," said Adrian. Vash nodded along with him.
"Ja".
Arthur nodded, "Yes, I suppose you're right. These git's aren't worth it in the first place".
The teacher came in and class finally started, and Arthur had answered every question when he had asked someone to do the problem on the board. His arm shot up, it was unusual, but the teacher was delighted to see one of her students willing to answer for once. Adrian raised his hand occasionally, just to answer the question when Arthur looked unsure, which actually wasn't that often. The period ended, and period two came. Social Studies. For Arthur, period: 'Be annoyed with Francis for 30 minutes'. Not anymore.
He walked in, introduced Adrian, and sat down in the front row. Francis was in shock, but even more so when LOVINO of all people had started to sit down next to him. News spread fast, and everyone knew that Lovino and Arthur had a verbal spar that morning.
"Hey, English bastard," said Lovino. Arthur knew this was how he did things so he just replied,
"Yes Mr. Vargas?"
"You're good, bastard, but good. Want to be friends? It certainly helps that tomato bastard hates your guts," said Lovino, crossing his arms.
Arthur chuckled, "It would be my pleasure".
The three together talked, complaining about people. Adrian was complaining about homophobic people, Arthur was complaining about idiotic people, and Lovino was just complaining about bastards, 'Not you guys, you guys are surprisingly ok'. The teacher came in, and he was one of those bastard teachers that thought they were the best homo sapiens in the entire universe.
"Alright, what was the most devastating thing that happened in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? Well, I hardly doubt any of you will know but-"
"Excuse me sir," said Arthur. The teacher was in shock, this was one of the students who never interrupted him.
"What is it Mr. Kirkland?" The teacher barked.
"One of the most devastating thing that happened in Great Britain was the London Blitz of World War 2. Which caused the death of over 43,000 civilians, and 3,363 air crew. Though it was a strategic failure for the German Nazis as the original plan was to terrorize the British into submission,but the people of Britain would stay and act as if nothing was wrong," said Arthur.
"Oh? And how exactly did you know that Mr. Kirkland?"
"It is because my grandfather lived it," he said point blank. The teacher was at lost, he had no way to retaliate that, and between him and the president of the student council. It was most likely that the principal would believe the latter if he devised a punishment.
"Thank you for that insight Mr. Kirkland, just to be curious. Who was your grand father?"
"He was one of the air pilots who shot down the bombers, and drove the German Nazis out".
"Oh, tell him it was an honor".
"He's dead, died dragging his friend pilot back to the base camp," said Arthur. His eyes dimmed a little as he talked about it, he remember his mother crying when she told stories of grandpa. It was a saddening thought.
"Oh, well. I'm sure you'll be proud since he played a crucial part in the ending of World War Two".
Arthur nodded, and retreated back to his seat. Knowing that his Social Studies teacher now held him in higher regards. Since he got out without being yelled at or scolded.
The period passed, and Lovino was congratulating him for surviving.
"Damn Bastard, you did well. I think you showed that old bastard a thing or two," said Lovino.
"He was being a smart ass for a bit Arthur, you did good to talk about Grandpa," said Adrian, the man was a really good actor.
Antonio, Alfred, and Francis gathered and stared in jealousy. Lust had now formed inside the school, so nearly every girl was envying the way Adrian and Lovino talked smoothly with the Englishman. Including some boys, well no. It was the general student body.
Gilbert walked nervously behind Arthur and waited for their conversation to end, Lovino caught him and said,
"What do you want albino-potato bastard?"
"Arthur, can I talk to you in private for a sec?" said Gilbert. Arthur nodded and they went to the corner,
"I vant to apologize for my behavior, as Ludwig made me realize zat I vas unawesome to you for zhese past years. So, sorryforbeinganasshole," Gilbert had said that so quickly, Arthur almost didn't catch it, but he did and he smiled. Before Gilbert started hanging out with Francis and Antonio, he and Gilbert were great friends.
"It's honestly fine, glad to have you back Gill," said Arthur smiling happily. Actually, he had been best friends with all of them. Alfred, Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert, but one say they just started to hate him. He never figured out what happened.
"So, how is your little brother fairing?" asked Arthur. Walking to keep up with Adrian and Lovino, who were discussing on ways to make chicken alfredo apparently. The two paid no mind as the other were walking in a group of four, two on each side talking to each other.
"Luddy? He's doing fine, actually. You wouldn't zhink zat I vas zhe older bruder, Ludd's taller than me, but I am still zhe awesomer one!"
"Aren't you two in the same grade now?"
"Ja, he moved up, but you know me," said Gilbert shrugging. The three stares and most of the school population's envy intensified as Arthur laughed at Gilbert.
"Ja, I do," said Arthur, his accent was accurate enough to be thought as German. Or in Gilbert's case, Prussian.
They approached Language Arts, which was a no brainer for Arthur since he was British. They knew how to speak English, and he was a bit of a grammar nazi, so no sweat about the teacher. He was her favorite student, course, now Adrian is too. Both were smart and polite, and quite charming. Of course, not to the point to which that it was inappropriate, but come on. Two british almost men, that can swoon anyone over the age of 12.
Lunch came rolling around and the four talked about the typical things. Gilbert was telling Adrian about his Pokemon, which Adrian said he managed to save up for. Apparently, Gilbert was intensely listening to Adrian, as he was giving instructions to how to pass the Abyssal Ruins. Lovino was discussing with Arthur about copic markers, they were discussing what papers to use for the markers. It was a strange sight, Lovino was talking about how the blender was for shit. Arthur was saying that he just wasn't using the right paper to go with it, and other things.
"But Bastard, the damn thing is still for shit".
"Yes, yes, but for one your supposed to use Bristol paper or at least a thicker one; secondly, your supposed to only use a little bit of the blender. Other wise, it's just going to bleed the ink".
On the other side:
"So then you go to the left and read the script".
"Ja, but vhat do you use on the last part?"
"Oh, you use flash, I think, then when you past through, you get the orbs".
It was strange a bit, usually when Lovino talked, he would be cursing up a storm. When Arthur talked, shit would happen. When Gilbert talked, nothing but awesome would come out. When Adrian talked, well they didn't know.
"Ah, I see, so circular motions on the skin, then you can use streaks on the hair. Wait, but what do you use for inking?" asked Arthur.
"Eh, I use sakura pens; it's universal and works with copics too, won't bleed through the damn paper either," said Lovino.
"Yeah, I heard about it, but do you know any place to get it?"
"There's this place down the street called Aaron's Brothers* they have a bunch of stuff".
"Huh, maybe we can walk there later," said Arthur, bringing his sandwich out. Let's be honest, cafeteria food usually tastes like shit.
"Tch, sure bastard. You mind sharing that? Cafeteria food is shit," said Lovino pointing at the sandwich. Arthur nodded and split the sandwich in half, giving the half to Lovino and eating a bit on the rest.
"Hey, this is pretty good bastard, and here I thought it was true that you were shit in the kitchen," commented Lovino.
He shrugged in response, "I honestly have no idea to why everyone keeps saying i'm horrible in the kitchen, i'm not the best but i'm not that bad".
Adrian stared in horror, "Are you bloody serious?! Blasphemy! A scandal, and complete and utter bullshit".
"Woah zhere, calm down. It was Francis who spread zat rumor but I don't know exactly," said Gilbert. Who got scared along with Lovino and the rest of the school population when Adrian started growling, a black aura surrounding him.
"Now, now. There's no need to be a rabid Canis lupis," said Arthur. Lovino and Gilbert understood, as they had paid attention in science at that time*.
"Fine, but I still want to rip that bastard's balls to shreds," he growled. For a split second his eyes glowed acidic green with a tinge of red as he growled it out. Some people were thinking that maybe he was a titan in real life, which scared the crap out of some Attack On Titan fans. Some people thought that he had a rather large exposer to gamma radiation, still scared the crap out of them.
It was 30 minutes of discussing random things (after Adrian had calmed down) from the latest Anime (as it turns out, Adrian had caught up much more like a normal teenager than Arthur originally thought) to the latest books, video games, and T.V. shows.
"But for god's sake, the way explained Sherlock's death! It was mind boggling! Quite frankly, quite disturbing..." said Adrian. Arthur nodded,
"Indeed! The bloody man had..well, I cant really explain it either".
Then the bell rang for 6th period, they all groaned in response. Lovino apparently did not want to spend half an hour with 'tomato bastard' talking his ear off. Arthur and Adrian nodded in understanding, well Adrian didn't know him until now but again, his acting skills were absolutely bloody fantastic. He was a quick learner too, Arthur had thought as he easily fit in, and frankly, he was wondering if he could get him an oscar.
As Arthur and Adrian entered the room early, the subject was Science, they sat in the front row. Kiku Honda sat next to Arthur as Arthur was about to continue his conversation with Adrian, but then he noticed. Kiku was one of the few who actually talked pleasantly with Arthur, even taught him some Japanese.
"Good after noon, Arthur-san, Adrian-san," he said.
"Good afternoon Kiku-san," said Arthur, he did know how to speak Japanese pretty fluently, but most of the time he spoke English when he spoke to Kiku, so the honorary name stuck.
"Kon'nichiwa Kiku-san," said Adrian, standing and bowing. Kiku was surprised, but he bowed down also.
"...Sorry about that, I spent some time with a Japanese foster family, father was unpleasant, but the mother and the two sons were kind enough to teach me their culture and share some anime with me. To, well, that's another story," said Adrian shrugging nervously. His eyes were a bit glazed over, as if remembering an old memory.
"Ah, I don't mind Adrian-san, it's nice to see some of my culture here too," said Kiku. Adrian nodded while smiling, then sat back down two seconds before the teacher came in. Once again, they wooed the teacher as they answered every question with ease. She knew Arthur was a really good student, because as she had checked his grades at one point. He always had A+ in all subjects, and on hers, no test was left without 100%. Even the extra credit was filled. Oh now there were two of them, it was practically a dream come true that both were interactive and excellent learners.
The thirty minutes past by without a sudden stop, and came free period for the two English brothers. For an hour.
"Come on Adrian, paperwork must be done," said Arthur. Adrian nodded and followed Arthur to his private office. Which was the one thing only the student council president had access to, not even the principal since the only set of keys that existed were owned by the student council president.
Adrian followed Arthur to the room, since they had the same period. He was simply expected to be the student president's secretary, even though the role was to be filled by Francis, it's just how it is.
When they walked in, Adrian whistled. It was an impressive sight to be honest, neat grey filing cabinets stacked and lined up against the wall neatly. The walls were a nice white color that didn't blind your eyes. On the wall was a panoramic picture of the school, a nice rosewood colored desk that looked like it was a replica of the presidents and queen's desk sat near the back. A nice nearly fully grown rose sitting in a vase on the desk accompanied by paper, a few multi colored pens, and a nice fancy black feather fountain pen. Near the pens there was a paper organizer that had a few papers split into three, and a black sleek laptop. The laptop was used for formal letters whenever the student council and student body goes up to him and requests things or things to be done. The female uniforms for example, the skirts were a tad short. So, they asked him and he got it done. Now the female population of the school were allowed to wear stockings and pants as well.
"Well, at least being the demon king has it's perks Arthur...your really living like royalty," Adrian murmured.
"Yes, well. It's not that nice, it used to be quite the bland office," Arthur said reaching his desk and pulling an extra leather chair. Mirroring the one he had, which was black and comfy as hell.
Adrian instantly sank into the chair as soon as Arthur went to sink in his,
"Ahhh, dear lord this feels goooodddd".
"You've never been sitting on an office chair before?" asked Arthur.
"Oh, I have, but they were all a pain in my ass, this feels goood. What have I been missing? And- Oh my flipin shit is that a feathered fountain pen?! Lemme see!"
Arthur laughed as he plucked the fountain pen from it's ink jar and carefully handed it to Adrian. It didn't cost that much as it was a gift from Mum and it deserved to be taken good care of for that fact alone. Adrian was staring at it and handling it like he was just handed a key to the meaning of life. The filter was off for him too, as they were in a private place.
"Holy fucking shit, you even have a fancy fucking ink jar. Holy shit, I would kill to have one of these. Holy fucking flipping shit, sorry if i'm cursing like an asshole, but shit. You don't see these every day, holy shit..."
"Well, don't worry. It's not like it's the fucking holy grail, my Mother gave it to me though, so it is special," he said. Adrian nodded and handed him back the fancy feather pen.
"Still, holy shit that is awesome. I only have a ring from my Mum apparently. I was adopted when I was five by a bunch of assholes that only wanted too because of lower taxes. They said they were going to sell it since it came with me when I was adopted".
"What did you do?" Arthur asked.
"I stole it back and fucking burned down the damn house when they were out drinking, easy as pie. Mother fuckers left lighters everywhere, I was lucky that I was smart enough not to get myself killed".
"Then what happened?"
"I got it back, ran. Got caught and sent to foster parents, the dad was an asshole, and it was the Japaneese family I was talking about an hour ago. Dad would keep saying how I was a disrespectful little shit, so they taught me his line where as I would have been getting beaten every day if I didn't know his so called 'standards'. Then I ran when I had the chance, the guys understood, since they were 18 I was 12 then and I ran like hell and just raised myself. Caught a ship here and been living since then," said Adrian.
"So, where's the ring?"
"Right here," Adrian took out his left hand and showed a small banded ring with an emerald at it's center shaped like a rose; resting on his ring finger. Arthur thought it looked familiar, but shrugged it off.
"Wait, what's with the black and green?" asked Arthur, cause it was getting to know you time apparently.
"Oh, apparently I was born with partial albino-ism. The top of my hair is always white, and people stare at it, so I just went and dyed it black then added some green, my eyes are good though, but they go a tinge of red when I cry or get something in my eye, and I mean my pupil, not the white of my eye".
"Oh that explains a lot, with your personality. I would think that the green dye was sort of out of your personality".
"Yes, well. That would be the case, but may I borrow your laptop?"
"Oh sure," he got the laptop, unlocked it, and handed it to Adrian. Who typed and pressed a few buttons.
"Oh shit, I was right. Some weird shit is going on," he mumbled.
"What?"
Adrian turned the screen to show a camera showing the council members since, they had their own free period to get their own shit done.
On the screen there was the secretary, Francis. Second secretary, Alfred. Master of Events and parties, Antonio. Vice President, Ludwig. Treasurer, Yao. Vice treasurer Matthew, and finally student disciplinary, Vash.
"I've never seen all them on the round table," mumbled Arthur. It was, a joke, Arthur was the demon King and he was sitting at the top of the round table. So yeah, it was hilarious, but it was distracting since he wouldn't get any work done. So he just did it here.
In the video, the rest of the student council were discussing something, but Adrian couldn't put the volume since the cameras didn't have it. He couldn't exactly read their lips either, the quality of the image was shit.
"I can't read their lips, so how the bloody hell did you gather that this was a bad thing Mr. Holmes?" said Arthur.
"Ok, so technically, you haven't seen them discussing like this right?"
"Yes".
"So, gathering that, it must be extremely rare to simply have them gathered around the round table. As far as you know, this happened when I arrived. Therefore, I theorize that me coming here, and your sudden popularity growth has something to do with this," said Adrian.
"I honestly hope those bastards aren't planning anything that could get them suspended. I don't particularly like them all, but I don't want them to be denied education".
"I know bro, I do too. I'm not particularly font of all of them either. Except for Vash and Ludwig though. They seem a teensy bit like they have a stick shoved a tiny bit too far up their asses, and those guys tend to be pretty fun to hang out with".
In the Student Council Office:
"Ok, so we all know what we're here for right? The case of the weird bastard getting too, way to close to Iggy?" said Alfred in his usual loud voice.
"Oui, even though zhey are cousins, I do not trust 'im," said Francis, gripping his pen as he wrote down his notes.
"Eh, si. But, we do need the black haired bastard away from our Arturo," said Antonio, who had an unusually dark look in his eyes.
"Ja, although I believe Arthur should have his own opinions; I'm not going to risk our chance of getting his heart," said Germany.
"Yeah, we can't let this other english bastard get to Arthur," huffed Yao. Matthew was quiet, ever since this Adrian Kirkland came along, the jealously over who gets Arthur increased two-fold. He didn't mind, too much; as long as the little shit didn't get to close to Arthur. Vash simply grunted, he had lusted over Arthur too, but this Adrian was equally as intriguing. Something about the way his eyes had shifted to every door, window, and person he came across; as well as the fact that he was deadly protective of Arthur. Like a wolf who was ready to rip anyone to shreds if it meant protecting it's kin. Something was off.
The bell rang and the group discontinued the meeting till tomorrow, unaware of the two green suspicious eyes that followed as they exited the room.
A/n: -gasps- I am back. I'm really sorry that this isn't a TKB update, but I'm a afraid that series will be put into a pause until I lift the writers block on that story. This also has good old Will though, and he will be officially coming in the story soon enough. -winks- but, I gotta say, this is the single longest thing I've official ever published. So yeah, also the one-shot thing is still open, as I am also working on the one-shot asks I've received in the TKB reviews; I also please ask that any au you have for me is on my tumblr (because I don't really have a use for it right now) and I will post it there (or here, depending). I will place the detail to my tumblr on my uh, profile? (sorry idk what it's called right now) However, this is a pairing fanfic, but I will have a poll to the possibilities of who get's Arthur. (And William maybe, but you need to let me know in the review for that one) So, yes, I own nothing but the story and soon to be appearing William Kirkland, and Adrian, for that matter. (No, I'm afraid this isn't Male!Me from TKB) Thank you to all those who reviewed on TKB, and to those who bother to read this fic. And yes, this is also a multiple chaptered fic, and don't worry because I have the who story line planned out, so what happened in TKB isn't going to happen here. So please, please, please, review, it helps me write the next one. Thank you for reading this, good night/day.
*it's a store I go to buy copic markers and other art supplies, as surprisingly, they don't just sell frames as I once believed.
*I had learned the whole animal naming system in science, so if I remember correctly that should translate to either dog or wolf.
