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Arthur.

The room was spinning. Everything was a blur.

What was that smell?

The scent was coppery but sweet, it was a scent he was used to; such a beautiful crimson red. Blood. His own of course, it covered his knife as usual. Cutting was addictive, he'd been doing it since he was 16 and he was 26 now but…

It helped him.

The pain cleared his mind and relieved his uncertainty- no one could know, no one must know. It was his own problem and he had to deal with it himself. He had to stop and he would, very soon.

His iPhone rang, a classical ringtone he recorded himself with his precious violin. He cursed, bandaging his wrists quickly and grabbing the phone. "No caller ID huh? That's odd…" he mumbled to himself before accepting the call.

"Hello Arthur Kirkland speaking" he said in a calm almost bored voice- he was mildly curious, not many people knew his number so he deduced it could only be one of five... "Artie! It's me Alfred, the boss wanted me to get you; we have a new case dude get your ass over here!" Arthur sighed, apparently Alfred had somehow gotten hold of his new number.

Well, no matter. He had already finished writing his latest book and he had already sent it to the editor's office so, he could take the case. Hmm… it felt like he had forgotten something. "Um you listening dude?" Oh right, he was talking to Alfred.

"Yes you git, I'm just finishing up some notes for a new story, that's all." He lied smoothly as he pulled on his black boots "how far are you?" Arthur asked, opening the front door. "Um I'm outside your house dude" said Alfred slightly embarrassed "how did you know where I live" he asked sharply, narrowing his eyes at the American's expensive red sports car.

"No one wanted to tell me but first I asked Natasha who told me to ask Ivan, who told me to ask Yao who said Kiku knew but Kiku was off duty and I think someone warned him that I was looking for him. So then I asked what his face- the tall one from Denmark. Oh yeah Mathias, I didn't know you two where close I know you are because he wouldn't tell me, so I asked Francis but he said he knew but he didn't want you to be pissed at him so I should ask Lukas I couldn't find him so I talked to that polish guy instead, Feliks- he's your partner isn't he? He told me your address and here I am."

Alfred was jealous, Kiku, Francis, Mathias and Lukas all knew more about Arthur than he did. Kiku an Arthur had been friends since they were kids apparently and he and Francis went to college ten uni together but he knew nothing about Feliks, Lukas or Mathias….

Looks like he had to keep an eye on Arthur- Kiku mentioned something about how Arhtur had always been popular and he knew at least four others Alfred hadn't met that wanted him but the Japanese man wouldn't say anything else.

Arthur rolled his eyes, hung up the phone and climbed into the passenger seat. "Hey Artie" said Alfred .F. Jones a blonde haired blue eyed man, aged 24 of American origin, very loud and can be quite pushy but a very open person- great. Arthur was profiling again. It was a bad habit of his, to profile a person based on body language, accent and looks. He realised Alfred was just sat there, arms resting on the wheel while he stared at him with his big blue eyes.

"Stop that" said Arthur his cheeks turning crimson "stop what" asked the American innocently. "You're staring at me" mumbled the older golden haired blonde, turning to hide his face. Alfred gently turned his head back around "why, does it make you uncomfortable?" he cooed softly and Arthur froze. "What is it Arthur, you can tell me" Alfred continued to talk to Arthur as if he was a startled animal.

"I hate it when people stare at me; it's why I quit my previous occupation" Arthur found himself replying. It made him feel better, to talk about the cause of all his problems. The man from back then. "I see so what did ya do?" coaxed Alfred as he carefully but tenderly observed Arthurs eyes. They were the colour of emeralds, the greenest Alfred had ever seen… Beautiful.

"I was in a band actually, lead guitarist but I play many instruments. A certain event occurred and I could no longer stand the mount of people that would stare at me every time we performed. So I quit, became a mystery writer- I have all the qualifications to be a detective so here I am. No more questions." Said Arthur abruptly, realising he had revealed too much. He didn't want to remember again and he had almost told Alfred everything.

"Alright let's get to work" said Alfred beaming- even though the gears where turning in his head and he really wanted to know but he had established a method of communicating, one he enjoyed actually. He can use his bedroom voice whenever he wanted to talk to the one he wants to bed. Perfect- just like Arthur.