Yeah, I know I should be working on other things, but you can't stop the plot bunnies from breeding man. A little dark for a while, but it lightens up later (sorta) super duper twists and turns throughout the thing, so hang on for the ride!

(Hey look guys! I'm finally writing something other than PruCan! I don't even think it will have any of them in here at all…now I'm kinda sad…)

Enjoy!

It's so dark…

It was always dark here, every little sound putting his nerves on end. Off in the distance he could hear the sound of a siren blaring from a police car. He quickened his pace, being reminded of the common saying of "crime never sleeps" while he held his messenger bag closer to his body.

Why did he still walk this way?

Dread began to fill him as he neared the place, that place. It felt as if the alley way was trying to pull him in, envelop him in its eternal darkness. He had tried avoiding it for so long, but whenever he walked a different route home he more often than not got mugged, even though all they ever took was his cash.

The thought of being so close made his heart ache even though he didn't even walk through it. No, he would never walk through it, no matter how urgent the need to make it home was. Nothing could make him walk that way again.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"Alfred, calm down already you twit." Arthur told his boyfriend, mild irritation in his voice. In all honesty he thought it was cute how animated the other would get about things, but walking home in this part of town, this late at night, it probably wasn't the best place for such antics.

"Aw come on Iggy, you have to admit that movie was awesome!" Alfred exclaimed, "I mean, there were so many explosions and fighting! Dude, best movie ever." He finished with a flourish in the air, using his arms to emphasize said explosions.

Arthur sighed, "Yeah, yeah, it was good, but you should quiet down, your being too loud." He glanced around nervously, a shiver running down his spine. Alfred noticed this and wrapped his arm around the others shoulders, suddenly serious.

"Okay, I'll behave, don't worry. Like I would ever let anyone hurt you anyways." Bright blue eyes met jade ones, passion evident in Alfred's, and in moments all of Arthur's worry dissipated, warmth growing in the pit of his stomach in place of worry. "Okay?" They had stopped walking now, both staring intently at the other. Alfred leaned forward, slowly placing a light kiss on Arthur's waiting lips.

Alfred smiled at the blush that rose to his boyfriends face, grabbing his hand in his own and continuing the walk to Arthur's apartment. He gave a reassuring squeeze as they walked, loving the way the shorter blonde would get so flustered sometimes.

It was dark out, but Alfred didn't mind. He would get Iggy home safe and sound and then he would make his way back to his own place. He was just glad they didn't watch a scary movie tonight, or he would have to stay over at Arthur's house for the night; to give Arthur comfort of course, it's not like he would be scared of that stuff, of course not! But then again, maybe they should have watched one, it'd be a good excuse to spend some time alone together…

Alfred shook his head, as if to rid himself of the thoughts flooding there. He was taking Iggy home and that was it. He needed to pay better attention when traveling these streets, could walk yourself right into trouble like that. He took the shortcut through the alley, like usual. The end dropped them right out in front of Arthur's building across the street, so it was quite convenient.

Arthur clenched tighter to Alfred's arm as they entered the dark pass between the tall buildings. He didn't know why, but something about this place always put him on edge. Having Alfred there calmed his nerves some of course, but there was just something wrong, a something that made his stomach twist with anxiety.

Regardless of the uneasy feeling he had, they made it through the shortcut with little incident, only the accidental bump of a pile of boxes making more noise than Arthur appreciated, and Alfred apologized for that. But even as they walked up to his door the feeling never went away.

What is this? Usually it's fine by the time we make it here, but today I just can't shake this bad feeling…

"Hey Iggy, you okay?" Arthur blinked in surprise, not noticing that they had stopped and that Alfred was now standing in front of him, his brow creased in worry. "You've been acting strange since the movie, is there something wrong?"

Arthur bit his lip, wondering whether he should tell the other about the awful feeling he had or not, but that would probably result in Alfred insisting on staying over…

"No, its fine. I'm fine." He looked up, giving his boyfriend what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He was relived when Alfred smiled back, seemingly convinced.

"We'll, I guess I'd better get going. See you later?" It seemed that Alfred was unsure.

"Yes, tomorrow." Arthur smiled as he stood on his tiptoes to catch the others lips in a kiss, surprising Alfred, but not unpleasantly so. He wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist, deepening the kiss. The two stayed like this for a minute until they broke apart, their breathing ragged with unspoken lust.

"Well, I'd better get inside." Arthur said as he stepped away.

"Yeah. Get some sleep Artie. I'll see you tomorrow." Alfred gave the shorter blonde one last peck before walking back down the steps, Arthur watching his retreating back for a moment before stepping inside his small apartment.

The soft click of the latch when the door closed felt like a hammer slamming into his chest, the sudden shock sending him to his knees.

What? Why do I feel…why do I feel like this?

His eyes widened in horror as the phantom pain grew worse. It was as if the dread he felt earlier evolved into a physical form and had set itself in the pit of his stomach, the longer he knelt there the heavier it weighed on him. A shiver ran down his spine as he glanced over at his phone, now on the floor next to him.

Alfred.

The name echoed in his mind as trembling fingers picked up the cell phone, nervously typing in the numbers he knew belonged to his beloved. His breath grew heavy as he lifted it to his ear, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin.

Ring.

Alfred, please god, answer the bloody phone.

Ring.

Bloody hell Alfred, answer it already! His hands trembled as he waited.

Rin-

"Arthur? What's up? Miss me already?" Alfred's always cheery voice rang out across the line, causing Arthur to release a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

With a shaky laugh he managed to answer back, "As if you git! I-I just thought I forgot something with you is all, but I just found it," he covered up. He never wanted to admit that he was worried about the other person, at least not to his face. Or ear.

"Yeah, well, since we're already on the phone, why don't we just chat until I get home? I could use the company~" he teased.

A wave of relief washed over him at this proposition, calming his nerves though it couldn't completely erase the tension that still gripped in his gut. "Bollocks, you'd be perfectly happy so long as you had a mirror to talk to." He laughed nervously again.

"Are you going to walk me home or not?" He asked, play serious. His voice seemed to echo in the background, a shiver running up Arthur's spine as he realized where the other was.

"Are you walking through the alley by yourself?"

Alfred laughed on the other side of the phone, "Well yeah, it's the fastest way back to my house." he explained, as if it were obvious. "I mean…" his voice died down, and Arthur could barely make out another voice with Alfred.

No. "Alfred? Alfred what's going on?" Realization hit him in that instant. The dread he felt began to sprout, the feeling spreading across him until it enveloped his entire being.

He heard Alfred's voice again, farther away this time. "Dude, chill out man, I don't have any cash on m-"

No.

"Hey hey, okay, I get it, just put away the gun, no need to be-"

Arthur sprinted out the door, the silence of the night broken by the sound of a shot ringing through the air, even louder through the phone he still carried with him.

He dashed down the steps, fear and utter despair fueling him, making him run faster than he has ever before.

Oh god, Alfred. Alfred please be okay. Oh god. Alfred.

Even through the darkness he could see a figure up ahead, a silhouette against the light from the next street over. He slowed, fear seeping through every pore. He could see a figure lying on the ground in front of the other mans feet, unmoving, and Arthur could make out large numbers on the back…

"Alfred!" he could hear himself scream, and then everything went black.

-o-o-

So there's the first chapter! Might have the next one up soon, but I have like three other stories I'm working on, so maybe not…

Don't know where all of this came from, but I just suddenly felt the urge to write some sad fic ): but don't worry, it'll get better, and I actually have a plot all set up! (kinda)

And it was so hard to find the right music to write this to D: but I managed!

Do review and let me know what you think! It will probably push it higher up on my priorities list if I feel like people are liking it~~