Stop Crying Your Heart Out
Summary: In a society where love rules all, most people know who their soul mate is by the time they are three, thanks to modern science. But there are those in this world that don't have soul mates. They are the UnWanted. But what happens when an UnWanted falls for a Wanted?
Prologue
In the year 2012 scientist discovered the connection between two people, a connection that only they shared. They have been testing this method out since the late 1950's, and in the early 2000's they finally had a break through.
As soon as they found this connection, they began to test it on many others over the next couple of years. They were able to find out who a person would spend the rest of their life with; they had discovered soul mates.
They soon began testing on children, and even from an early age they were able to tell who their soul mates were. But they also ran into a problem. They soon discovered that not every child had this connection with someone else like they had originally believed.
They were a low percent of the population, and under intense, secret, observation scientist discovered that these people couldn't hold down a decent relationship, even amongst others like themselves. They were Unwanted. They were Unwanted by both those with a connection, and those without.
So scientists labeled them as 'Unwanted' and soon lost interest in them, preferring to focus on the 'Wanted's'
No one is quite sure when the segregation started, but it wasn't long until the Unwanteds were forced to give way to the Wanteds.
Schools were split into the schools for the Wanted and the schools for the Unwanted. The Unwanted schools were run down, and had little to no funding, while the schools for the Wanted were prestigious, and had money to spare.
Jobs were plentiful for the Wanted, and the jobs no one Wanted were pushed upon the Unwanted. Life became hard for the Unwanted, and most took their own lives even before their senior year of high school.
Depression became a common thing amongst the Unwanted, and suicide rate became high in all ages.
Unwanted sympathizers, Wanteds who took pity on the Unwanteds, helped to provide medication for those who couldn't afford it. However, in most European and Asian countries the government stepped in, and the aid from the sympathizers ended.
In America, however, the sympathizers were free to provide aid for the Unwanteds, and in the mid 2040 mass amounts of Unwanteds immigrated to America, in the hope of getting any type of help that they could.
One of those immigrants was Alban Kirkland, who immigrated to America in 2044, with his little brother, Arthur Kirkland, in tow.
The five year old glanced around warily at the swarm of people all around him, and wrapped his arms tight around his brothers neck. Both of them were Unwanteds, and while Arthur was too young to understand what that meant, he was smart enough to know that that's what he and these other people had in common.
Alban's eyes, the same emerald green as Arthur's, flickered across the room before the landed on his brothers. He smirks softly, and uses his free hand to pluck the cigarette from his lips, blatantly ignoring 'no smoking' signs around them, and slowly exhales the smoke in his brothers face.
Arthur face scrunches up and he bats the offensive smoke away as best he can with a small whine. Alban chuckles softly as he tosses the cigarette off to the side, to get trampled on by someones shoe seconds later.
"Yer too serious, kiddo. Lighten up, this ain't the land of opportunity fer nuthin', ye know. We're startin' over..." Alban sighed, "Sorta..."
"Alba... I–I don't like it here." Arthur admitted. "I miss mummy..." he sniffed softly.
Alban sighed, and ran his free hand through his fiery red hair, resisting the urge to grab another smoke. "I know, kiddo. But we're not Wanted at home anymore. I know it'll be hard without mum, but we'll get through. Now ya better be a good little brother, yer lucky I brought ya along."
Arthur sniffed again, and nods obediently. The scottish man smiles and ruffles his younger brothers hair affectionately, earning an unamused huffed from said younger brother.
"Sir, would you please move forward, your holding up the line." an irritated voice snapped.
Alban glared over at the female, and was about to snap back, but stopped. She was a police officer, which meant she was a Wanted, and looked obviously peeved to have to work with Unwanteds like him.
"Sorry, ma'am," He said with begrudging politeness. He couldn't afford to get sent back, not while they were so close. "Just trying ta calm my brother down."
the woman blinked, and glanced at Arthur, seeming to have noticed him for the first time. Arthur's eyes were red and watery, (still stinging from when Alban had blown smoke at him), and this made him appear as if he'd been crying recently. The woman's eyes softened at the sight.
"Oh, that's alright, just keep track of the line next time." she responded, smiling at arthur gently, who shyly buried his head in his brothers chest.
"Yes ma'am." Alban responded, watching her cautiously, holding arthur close. "Have a good day." he said, slipping on a fake smile, and move forward in the line.
"She was a Wanted, right?" Arthur muttered softly into Alban's chest. "Like daddy and mummy?"
Alban nodded. "Yeah, she was." he spoke softly, rubbing small circles into his brothers back.
Arthur sniffed again. "I still miss mummy. But I'm happy daddy's not here."
"Yeah me too..." Alban lightly brushed his lips to the top of his brothers head. "But... Arthur look at me."
Arthur pulled away, and looked up at his brother. Sad, innocent, green eyes locked with eyes that reminded the child of his mother.
"Arthur, dad he..." Alban paused, shuffling forward in the line and thought of what to say. "mum, she wasn't... it wasn't your fault Arthur."
"O–Okay." Arthur looked away, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Alban sighed and kissed Arthur's forehead. "It'll be fine kiddo, I promise."
"I love you Alba..." arthur responds weakly, once again resting his head on his brothers shoulder.
Alban remains silent and after a few minutes Arthur's body goes lax as he falls asleep. "Love you too kiddo..."
After hours of being in line, it is finally their time to sign the documents to become a citizen. And several hours after that Alban was finally done.
The man in front of him smiled fakely. "Looks like everything's in order, now just sign here and you're finished."
Alban nodded and signed on the dotted line. The man quickly took the paper and typed something into the computer. "Okay have a nice day." the man responded, handing Alban his and Arthur's green cards.
Alban nodded and stood up.. Arthur looked up from where he was sitting, play with a tiny stuffed rabbit, that he had found in the mans office.
"Come on arthur, lets go."
"Okay." Arthur responded, standing up and walking over to the man. "Here you go, mister." he said handing over the rabbit.
The mans lip curled up in disgust, and he shifted away form the child. "Ugh... j-just keep it."
Arthur blinked, and smiled softy, clutching the small toy to his chest. "T-thank you mister." he said happily, too young to recognize the disgusted tone in the man's voice.
Alban glared furiously at the man. He picked Arthur up, more rough than he'd meant to, earning a squeak of fear from the child, and stormed out the door.
"Welcome ta fuckin' America." he growled sarcastically, furious at the world.
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