Hello there! It is the first time I write something with this pair so please bear with me. I was inspired by a doujinshi I read and made me cry like a little baby. As I said I was inspired so what I write may resemble it a little, but the main plot and almost everything I'll write is different (In case you have read the same doujinshi).

English is not my mother tongue so if you find some mistake please tell me to correct it.

I hope you enjoy!

Danise Nowak


Prologue: When everything disappeared.

"No, please no"

The soft sobs could be heard all around the small room breaking the absolute silence that had filled it not long before.

"I told you, I told you" The boy kept repeating like a prayer as if those words could somehow fix everything. He was pulling closer the almost motionless body he was were falling from his swollen eyes like rain. The small drops of salty water kept falling and the tremble of his body only increased.

"Oh God, why? Why you?"

The boy kept repeating with whispers his pain to the still and almost death body. His hands were grabbing with desperation the bloodied clothes of the one he was hugging in a desperate attempt to stop the blood that long ago had escaped its body. There was a puddle of the red liquid under both of them, staining their clothes and providing a clear image of the imminent death. The feeling of the muscular body against his flesh could only remind him of the tragedy and his uselessness.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't..." The words failed to go out as a sob formed inside of his throat and made him choke. He was trying to understand why it had happened. Why, after all his cautions, everything had happened as it had been written. "Why?" He choked out burying his head in the softness of the golden hair he loved so much.

"It…wasn't….your….fault."

The soft whisper made the boy pull away from the body to look at the pale face of his dying partner. Those deep blue eyes that had always been smiling now looked at him with the pain shinning clearly in them, but also full of kindness and not a single drop of anger. Even when he knew he was dying, he was pulling his lips up to try to form a weak smile. The boy couldn't stop a little laugh from escaping from his mouth at the irony of the situation. The world was losing such a pure and precious soul and his, a black, stained and far beyond salvation one, had to remain on Earth.

"It was…my….decision….Arthur."

A new river of tears fell from Arthur's green eyes. No, it hadn't been Alfred's decision. He was the one who had allowed this relationship to continue even when he knew the danger of pursuing something so selfish. He was the one at fault. Not Alfred. Not anyone else. Just him, Arthur Kirkland.

The green eyed boy shook his head, tears falling on Alfred's face, then, slowly and really careful not to cause any more pain to the already wounded figure he had between his arms, he left Alfred's body on the floor. Blue eyes watched with confusion, and a bit of fear, as Arthur took Alfred's pale face between his trembling hands caressing his cheeks with gentle fingers exploring the already memorized lines that formed it while his tears continued falling onto the cheeks of the dying boy.

Oh! How he adored that face and those blue eyes, but even more the person to whom they belonged. Alfred was the one who lighted his way when he was surrounded by darkness and here he was, dying because of him. The strong boy who had a bright future, a secure path in life, a chance to be happy and safe. He had shattered all that with his selfishness.

And Arthur remembered. The time when he had helped Alfred with that stupid fight. How they had become friends since that day. The irritation he felt the first weeks when Alfred followed him everywhere around the school and his babbling wouldn't stop. The appreciation he felt when Alfred had defended him with so much passion from the others. Alfred's loyalty never succumbing to the dark and true rumors that floated around. He remembered the first time he had noticed how Alfred's cheeks flooded with red after seeing him. The feeling of his heart beating so hard when Alfred was near that it felt as if it wanted to reap through his body. The absolute happiness when he said those three words for the first time after weeks of suspense and anxiety. The first kiss.

Yeah, Alfred was a fool. But he was his fool and his fool was dying.

Arthur had received the warning from his professor.

"You are only guiding him through a road of destruction. You are going to regret it, Arthur. Don't do that to yourself and, if you really care, don't do that to him."

Arthur had ignored those wise words and the consequence was right before him. He hated himself and his stubbornness. He cursed the day he had been born. He cursed the day he had crossed paths with the blue eyed boy. He cursed the day his mother….

"There's only one thing I can give you, Arthur. Use it wisely for it'll work only once and no more."

And suddenly Arthur remembered his mother's words and the gift she gave him before dying. That little golden ring with the crystal jewel incrusted. Arthur reached for the golden chain he had around his neck where the golden ring always hung. He took out the ring from the chain and watched the golden ring shine for a moment. It was beautiful, modeled after a twisted stem of a delicate plant where the diamond that shinned in the middle of where the golden stems joined represented a blooming flower ready to show its beauty to the world. If that ring could fix everything, if that ring could save his beloved, then he was going to use it no matter what he had to do or lose. No matter the consequences.

"Arthur?"

Alfred's voice was only a tiny weak whisper, but the confusion could be easily heard. Oh his dear Alfred! Suffering such a cruel and unfair fate because of him. Arthur put one hand on Alfred's cold cheek, fingers tracing the curve of his face one last time trying to imprint the feeling in his memory, and caressed it gently to show all the love he felt for Alfred; for his lover.

"Everything is going to be alright, Alfred." Arthur said with his voice completely calm even when his entire body was trembling. Slowly, he took one of Alfred's hands, the right one, the one that had allowed the golden boy to have an outstanding skill with the sword, and ran the fingers of his other hand through the golden locks of his lover engraving the soft sensation of the silky, and now bloodied, brands in his brain.

He was going to miss it and miss him.

He was going to cry for the hole of Alfred's presence was going to be there to remind him of this day.

He was going to smile because he had the opportunity to fix everything.

He was going to save Alfred because he meant everything to him.

"What….are…you…?"

Arthur took one of Alfred's fingers and approached the ring to it. The golden boy's question dismissed with that single motion.

"I'll save you Alfred. I promise and I swear. You are never going to suffer again something like this."

Alfred's eyes opened wide with fear when he heard Arthur's words. He tried to take his hand away, but he couldn't move his body anymore; the death was taking over his force.

No, Arthur.

That's what he wanted to scream to the boy who was leaning over him. The golden ring shined in Arthur's hands making Alfred's eyes shift toward the tinny object. It was the golden sparkle that whenever Arthur was around had always attracted his attention. He had always wanted to ask about the ring, but his curiosity had never been satiated. Right now, he wasn't curious; he was afraid of the jewel. Arthur was going to use it for something; something he was going to hate whatever it was. He wanted Arthur, nothing more, no one else.

I don't regret it. I'll never regret it. Please don't.

But nothing came out of his mouth. He could only watch how Arthur cried, his emerald eyes losing the brightness they had shown only to him, while holding that ring in his hands. Bit by bit the golden thing was getting closer to his finger and Alfred knew he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"N….o" Alfred tried to say.

Arthur shook his head and put the ring on Alfred's finger. He was going to save him from all the pain. He was going to save him from the death. He was going to save Alfred from him, Arthur Kirkland. He was going to do everything to accomplish it. He was prepared for everything. Even if it meant that Alfred had to forget him, even if all their memories had to disappear, even if those blue eyes that had always looked at him with love and adoration had to look at him with indifference or hate. Arthur was prepared to lose the love of his life in order to save him. He was prepared, but it was still painful.

The precious stone on the ring that was now on Alfred's finger turned black seconds after it touched his skin. Arthur bent over Alfred placing softly one last kiss on his lips and a smile full of pain and sadness came out of his lips as he watched the pain that lingered on his lover's face disappear.

"I love you Alfred"