Chapter 1: Try to catch me
Alfred took the roses that laid on his desk and rushed for the door. 'Oh, Alfred, leaving so soon?' Francis asked. 'Yeah, ya know what day it is. He doesn't like it when I'm late so yeah.' The Frenchman chuckled. 'Yes, indeed. Give him my regards.' 'Will do!' Alfred yelled as he walked out the door. Francis sighed. 'That idiot…'
He took the bus, since it was quite the distance to walk where Arthur would be waiting. Alfred had fallen in love with Arthur a long time ago. He never confessed to the Brit, since he was too scared to Arthur's frowning face and lecture him about his silly confession. It only made Alfred sad, but he would never stop doing what he'd do every year.
He stepped off the bus and walked into the cemetery. Arthur always used to come here and look at the grave of his parents. They died in a car accident. Arthur never spoke of it, so Alfred decided to leave him alone on the matter.
'Happy Birthday Arthur.' Alfred spoke softly, like a whisper you could barely hear.
He laid the roses down on the grave.
'Here rests:
Arthur Kirkland
21-12-1978 – 23-4-2009
"Keep Calm
And
Carry On"
The grave was lit with candles today. It usually wasn't, but this was his birthday. He looked around and only saw Arthur's magical friends and a few ghosts. Since one of Arthur's magic tricks, he could see the dead around him. He never told Arthur about it. He was glad, he didn't.
Every year he would search the cemetery far and wide for Arthur's soul, hoping to find it and see him once more, but year after year, he couldn't find him.
After hours of searching around, there was still no Arthur to be found. He grew pretty scared of the ghosts around him though. They found it suspicious how Alfred acted, they began to come closer.
At loss, he headed home. Why was he even thinking of such thing? Of finding Arthur? What would he do when he found him? Confess to a ghost? Stop dreaming.
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'He opened the door to his house and walked inside. 'Ace~ I'm Home~' He yelled but Ace didn't come. 'Ace? Where are ya little kitty cat?' He looked in the living room to see his goldfish untouched and nothing broken. He looked in the kitchen to see if Ace has stuffed himself into the fridge but he wasn't.
'Ace?'
He heard sounds from upstairs now. His bedroom? He went up and opened the door, only to be stunned. He didn't saw Ace. No, not in the slightest.
He saw Ace and Arthur.
Arthur in flesh and blood, playing with Ace.
'A-Arthur..?'
Arthur looked up at Alfred and stayed quiet for a bit before answering him. 'Y-Yes?'
'Thank god, you're alright…' Alfred walked to the Brit and hugged him tightly and felt tears come up in his eyes. 'I MISSED YOU!' Alfred sobbed into Arthur.
'O-Oh O-Okay then…' Arthur said awkwardly and lightly hugged Alfred back.
'D-Dude, something wrong? If there's somethin' then tell me.'
Arthur paused at that.
'Who are you?'