This is NOT A YAOI FIC! This is a sad, depressed, I lost a good pal fic! So if you perverts think it's yaoi, go away! Or read, reviewers are appreciated!
"You know you'll catch a cold if you stand by the window any longer, right?" This was always said with a smile and a slight laugh, one that would ring out through the room with a hollow sound. "And your ports will freeze, do you want that to happen?" But now it was't the usual voice saying this, and he turned to look at the person who spoke, a meaningless smile on his face, fooling no one.
"Yeah, but it's just so pretty outside." He would turn his head and look back out the window at the pouring rain that drenched the street and made puddles quiver as if in fear. The cars that would leave a sheet of water as they moved along and the angry humans would bark at the cars in irritation.
"Don't give me that, it's horrid out there. Get away from the window." This was said with another laugh as the speaker moved forward, coming to sit on the chair that always rested beside the window. A sigh followed. "Look, no matter what happens I will always be there for you."
He turned his head to look at his companion and smiled that fake smile. They were the same . . . But no, he couldn't think of that right now. Not at a time like this. And for a moment, he almost confused the two people. So alike, it was almost as if . . .
And two images became one.
He swayed a bit, tipping on his feet, his eyes drooped and he looked up to find someone standing there in front of him. And before he could do anything, a hand was on his head. "Woe there, do you have a cold already? Seriously, you get sick so easily."
He was being picked up in the moment right after he pitched forward. "Alright." A grunt was heard. "Let's get you into your bed before you fall and hit your head again."
A warm soft thing was underneath him now, keeping him steady. A cold wet thing was on his head, keeping his from being too warm. The two things balanced each other out. To the side, on the table, there was a basin of water and next to it a boy, his perfect hair covering his face.
"Al." He didn't know who he was calling, he just knew that he needed someone to help him. The person in question turned his head to look at the half conscious boy, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I don't know what you did to get so sick you'd pass out, but it must've been something stupid." A lighthearted laugh followed, coupled with a smile that made him seem younger.
He always used to smile that way, he always used to do the same thing whenever he was sick, and he always made him feel better.
"I don't know what has gotten you so spacey, Brother, but you need to stop."
Why did that statement pull at his heartstrings? Why did it make him feel like he was going to throw up?
Oh yeah, because this wasn't Alfons. Alfons was dead.
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