Fate
Summary: Arthur's just your run of the mill guy. He's always felt as though something's been missing from his life, and he's about to find out what that is. USUK
Prelude:
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A child laughed somewhere in the background. Arthur turned around rapidly. "Who's there?"
A young boy smiled up at him, bright blue eyes the shade of a bright summer's day and hair the color of wheat fields, blowing in the wind.
Arthur blinked, and in the place of the smiling boy was a young man, dulled eyes letting out salty tears.
He turned around, and started to walk away.
"No, wait!" Arthur cried out after him, running after him, but it was like he was running on ice, unable to catch up to the man.
The man turned around again, facing him head on. He was in the distance, out of his reach. "It's better this way." His was forlorn, and though he was far away, Arthur could hear him perfectly clearly. But, it wasn't. Not for Arthur.
The man with no name turned away from him, and disappeared in the frosty blackness, and Arthur was left alone in the blistering cold, huddling in on himself and crying for him to come back.
"Alfred, please! Please don't leave me alone!"
"I love you!"
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Arthur woke up then, laying in his bed, the sheets askew and tousled about.
The sun was rising, her great arms reaching out in beams of pink light. He could see the sunrise from the dorm at his University. He let out a deep sigh, curling up into a ball on his lonely bed. The second pillow seemed to invite a second head to lay down on it.
But there was no one to do so.
He was frozen like that for a few moments, while he thought that dream over.
The man in the dream, as usual, was the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on.
But he had never seen him outside his dreams.
The dream, so vivid, was already fading away. He shivered from the cold that left chills down his spine.
Despite his wishes, it hadn't been real. He was left alone.
Arthur rubbed at his eyes, sitting up. What was his name again? He knew he had said it in the dream, but now he couldn't remember it.
He groaned as he realized he had slept through his alarm, and now had only ten minutes to get to his first class. Looks like he didn't have time to shower.
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Agile hands moved across a white piano. A pure white room surrounded a young man. Hardly that. He was a teenager for the moment, though he could change his form at will.
In all honesty, he wasn't even really a he. He was a thing. An it. And it had grown attached to this form. For that which was a he. A he that had loved it. Blue eyes looked up.
He was gone now, so what was the point of maintaining this form?
Was it sentimental?
The creature playing the piano crescendoed, and played in forte. Blue eyes looked up at the clock. According to that, they would be home in three days, four minutes, and 39 seconds.
It was alone for now.
It slammed its hands down on the piano, and growled.
It couldn't continue to mope. It had been nearly 25 years since his death. He had been happy before he had been gone. He had a wife, kids, and a satisfying career.
Alfred, or Amelia F Jones let out a heart-heavy sigh, and got up. He looked around his white flat made in the cracks of the universe, and wondered again why anything would be cursed such as he.
It was better known as Fate, Destiny or Karma. Though that wasn't entirely correct. It was the physical representation of Life itself, which had a counterpart in Death.
It decided to dress itself, and would leave to play in the human world.
Alfred decided that he missed coffee, and wanted to go to a shop. He sighed softly as he appeared in the streets of London. He evaded police officers who would think him as a truant.
It continued its lonely existence, made all the more lonesome as he realized that the only one who had ever loved him was both dead and gone
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When Arthur was finished with class, he wanted nothing more than to just go get a cup of tea, and start studying for his next test.
So, he traveled down to the shop on campus, and was startled by what he found.
You weren't supposed to see the things you dream about in real life.
But here he was, looking at a tousled blond head, sky blue eyes dulled by sorrow, sipping a cup of coffee. He couldn't be any older than 14.
Then he looked up, meeting Arthur's gaze, before shock took place of sorrow. Arthur broke his stare with a blink, and where a teen had been, there was now a man. "Arthur?" He sounded bewildered. He stood, and came over, looking him over.
"How do you know me." That simple question seemed to physically pain him, and when Arthur blinked again, the man was gone.
He was left only with a half-eaten scone, and an empty coffee cup.