A:N: Hi guys! I'm on a roll today! Haha. This is yet another Arthur/Eames story. I can't help myself. That ship is so damn cute it hurts. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for this plot. I don't own Inception or its characters associated with it.

Better Be Important

"Eames, I have to go," Arthur whispered, gently detangling himself from the Forger.

Eames, looking sleep-tussled, yawned. "No, you don't." He attempted to pull the Point Man closer, but was surprised when the younger man struggled against his touch.

"No, Eames. I really have to go. I can't stay with you." His words, harsh and bitter, were softened by his sad eyes, the ones near tears.

Eames stared at Arthur, his eyes full of hurt. The hurt quickly morphed into anger. "It's HER, isn't it? You're leaving me for her?" Tears gathered in his eyes, which he quickly scrubbed away with the back of his hand.

Arthur looked pained as he murmured gently, "Don't talk about Ariadne like that. It's not because of her. I just can't stay with you anymore."

Eames got out of the bed. Their bed. "Well, I can't stay here anymore either. Guess I'll be leaving as well."

"Where will you go?"

"Mombasa. At least they somewhat appreciate me there." Eames, tears regenerating in his eyes, ducked away to grab his duffel bag. He stuffed whatever clothes he touched into it without really caring if they were clean or dirty.

"Eames. Eames, don't do this. Don't say that. I do care about you. Really, I do. I care about you so much that it hurts me. I just can't stay."

Eames shot Arthur a look so full of icy venom that his heart stopped. "If you care about me so much, why are you leaving?" When Arthur didn't respond, Eames scoffed. "Of course you can't answer me." With a tear trailing down his face, Eames left their bedroom. Arthur could hear his footsteps retreating to the front door. The door creaked open before slamming shut. He could faintly hear the sound of Eames' car starting up in the drive. Soon, the sound of the engine faded away, leaving only silence. The silence roared in his ears. There had never been this much silence in this house unless Eames was sleeping. Now it was just emptiness that rang out.

Arthur flopped down on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands. Eames, the man he loved and adored, was gone. Back to Mombasa, where he could drink himself into a stupor and gamble away all his remaining funds from Saito. He could find pretty girls to spend the night with, never to see them again. He could recover from Arthur. But Arthur could never recover from him.

He grabbed his own duffel bag. Stuffing it with suits and socks and anything he could grab, he stumbled upon something: a small bag hanging on Eames' side of the closet. Curious, Arthur slowly opened the bag. He found an envelope in there, along with a small black box. He opened the envelope first. In it was a letter.

To my dearest Arthur,

I don't think that words can describe how much I love you. At least, none of the words in MY vocabulary can describe it. Maybe in your vocabulary, since you are practically a damn walking dictionary. Anyways, darling, I just wanted to let you know that I have loved you since I first saw you. I know, the cliché love at first sight might not be something you believe in. But it's something I can now believe in, as I have experienced it for myself. Everytime I saw you, my heart would skip a beat or two. I got nervous. You were all I could think about. And I knew that you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Life without you seems like a bleak, dull possibility. I probably wouldn't be able to survive without you. Sure, I could function. But really, what are you supposed to do if you are missing the other half of your whole being? Because, my pet, you are my other half. You are the one I am meant to be with. As I am writing this, you are sleeping in our shared bed. I am the luckiest man alive to have found you. I cannot believe that you are mine. You are the most perfect, amazing man I have ever met. With those dimples, those chocolate brown eyes, those tousled curls of yours, I would've sworn you were an angel. I don't mean to sound cheesy, but I know I probably do. Just know that I love you a lot. And now that you have read this letter, you can open the black box and tell me your answer.

Yours eternally,

Eames

Arthur began to cry even before he pulled out the box. That letter, those heartfelt words, had to be real. He kicked out the man who was his other half. He didn't mean to! He just needed to leave. With a shaky hand, Arthur pulled out the box. The coal black velvet box was smooth in his hands and on his fingertips as he opened it. When he saw what was inside, he fell back onto the bed. It was a platinum engagement ring. Just the simple silver band held so much meaning: their love and desire. Their future, in which they were meant to spend the rest of their lived together.

He pulled out his phone and dialed that familiar number. As the phone shrilly rang, he prayed, "Pick up, Eames. Pick up. Please."

"Eames," the British man intoned sarcastically. "What could I POSSIBLY do for you Arthur? I'm on my way to the airport now, so this better be impor-"

"Yes, Eames. My answer is yes. Please come home where you belong."

Eames was silent for a few moments. Arthur didn't dare breathe. His heart was pounding furiously in his chest by the time Eames finally responded, "You found the box."

"Yes. I was packing my things, and I found it. I love you so much Eames. Please come back home. I can't live without you. Love at first sight is really such a cliché but I believe in it. I loved you from the first moment I saw you as well. I don't know why I acted so annoyed by you. I loved you from the beginning. Please come home. You are the other half of me. Together, we are whole. We are bound to each other. You own one half of my heart, and I own one half of yours. It's true- without each other, we won't function. We cannot properly function unless we have each other. So please, don't leave."

"Pet, I never left the block. I couldn't leave you. I'm pulling into the drive as we speak."

Arthur shot to the window. Sure enough, his damn car was pulling back into their drive. "I love you."

"I love you too." As he said these words, the front door swung open. Arthur dropped his phone and sprinted to the man, his other half. Eames' arms were outstretched, waiting to embrace the younger man. Arthur collided into Eames, burying his face in his shirt.

"Please don't leave again. I couldn't possibly live without you," Arthur said, his voice muffled by Eames' horrid looking pink paisley shirt.

For a shirt so ugly, Eames did make it look so sexy. The man with terrible style kissed the top of Arthur's head. "Never again will I leave. But darling, tell me one thing. Why were you going to leave me?"

A gun cocked behind Eames' head. The barrel pressed against his head as a woman's voice icily snarled, "Because I told him to."