Okay so I can get another chapter of this up. I really like writing this, because no one will escape my angst I force on them. -evil happy face- Oh and I'm just updating cause we finally got the flooring for our house, and I don't know when I'll lose internet, so now, it's update, update, update. Oh and good news, I'm perfectly fine after getting my wisdom teeth out, I totally remember everything that happened save the time I was knocked out.

I don't own anything...It's so depressing...just kidding.

Arthur was sick at tired of the décor of their little condo. Granted everything was lively and modern, it was too much for Arthur. He hated it all with a passion. His rich green room made him sick, even though his charmed items were hanging by the window; they never talked about in the wind. Francis had teased him about them, but he still brought new ones for him when he got the chance. The Kitchen was just too straight line and clean, and the living room was just a mix match of furniture, it gave Arthur a headache when his eyes acted up. Hell he even hated the pale blue bathroom.

Yet, deep down Arthur knew he would love the condo, he really would. That was if he wasn't living it in 24/7. However, he was, because it was better that way, always had and probably always would be. Francis had told him the world was too hard for someone of his nature. It was going to destroy someone like him. All that just made him want to go out more, just to show the worlds he could handle it.

So what of Francis was going to kill him when he got home, Arthur needed this. He grabbed a pair of jeans, tugged some green tee shirt over his head and slipped one on of Francis many slick black jackets. He placed his shoes on his feet and grabbed the spare house key the hung by the door.

He quickly darted out the door, locking it behind him, and came to a stop down the stairs. He told himself he could do it, just grab the rail and take it one step at a time. That was what the Physical Therapist had told him. He had liked her, mainly because she saw the benefits of the things he wanted to do when he was in England with his Speech people.

His pale hand grasped the rail, and he took a step forward. He felt stupid, but there was no elevator. The condos were only two stories high, and most of the people who were handicapped lived on the bottom floor. Arthur didn't care if he lived upstairs, going down stairs was a challenge for him, something different then what he usually lived. He reached the break in the stairs, and swallowed a few gasps, before calming himself and going down the next flight of stairs.

Reaching the end, he smiled; finally he was free of the place. He happily strolled out of the complex they lived in. He wasn't going to go far, just a little walk, get some fresh air. If his father or Francis asked what the hell he was thinking, he would just say he was doing physical therapy, they would buy it, they had to, but they would sure hell scold him for going without someone.

Arthur had his cell phone, so if anything did happen he could call for help, and they didn't live to far from the downtown area of town, there was no doubt someone would do something if he toppled over. It's not like the worlds was completely uncaring, there were still doctors and nurses in the world. Besides, the shock of just seeing someone drop to the floor, in an untripped or fallen fashion, got a crowd, and a crowd got experienced people and tons of phones. His reasoning was not that far fetched.

Inhaling a deep breath of fresh air, Arthur smiled; this definitely beat sticking his head out the window and simply breathing. Hell it was better then sitting by the window fiddling around with the charms and dream catchers as he tried desperately for his wish to come true. Arthur liked being able to go for a walk by himself, mainly because there was no one lagging behind him, telling him to be careful with his health.

Arthur hated those words as well. He had ran from his father once when the man told him to be careful. He ran off and hide somewhere till morning. Arthur had hit Francis with a pan when his mocked the younger boy for being so small; Arthur broke the pan and shocked just about everyone caring for him. He had a temper and he could use it no matter what limits his body had. If Arthur was going to do something he wanted, he was going to stubbornly insist on it.

Arthur strolled his way into the outskirts of downtown, before he walked into the little green area that marked the start of the downtown from the south side of the city. He sat on a bench, not completely out of breath, but slightly winded. He wasn't use to the thick air of the area. His green eyes slide closed as he took the necessary amounts of deep breath to end the winded breath. He sank into the shade and as a small smile warmed his face. He didn't get out much, so he was going to enjoy every minute of the time he did.

Yes, this was the prefect way to spend a Saturday. He sat on the bench for a good measure, before stretching and strolling down the lining shops and little cafés. The flower shop at the corner had finished their set up, it was new, but it seemed to be somewhat lively with business. Francis had bought an Iris form there.

Atsilusgi Danaliska was the name of it. Arthur stopped to examine the flowers in the barrels outside, looking at the wide roses of all types, the giant sunflowers, the bundles of carnations of all colors, and the lively looking Irises. Few people seemed to not notice Arthur in his looking, or even their looking, maybe some old lady asked him if they thought they were pretty before waddling away.

"Ah, that's stinks that we couldn't get the Bad Touch Trio to come, if we did I'm sure everyone would come." A voice said as a small cluster of boys rounded the corner. "Well at least all the cool people."

The group whispered about, before one talked at regular volume. "We could get the new kid to come." He said with think sarcasm, which caught Arthur's attention, the group noticed. "Hey, I've never seen you before." The boy pointed and his friends turned to look at Arthur.

"That's probably because he's in like…oh…I don't know…middle school. He probably just dreams about high school parties." One of the boys said shoving the other who was pointed as he laughed.

Arthur felt the need to object. "I'm in high school, you gits." He snapped loudly turning back to examine the flowers.

"Oh, that's cute!" The first boy said laughing, and Arthur scowled at the flowers. "a Brit who wants to be all growed up." He waked over, patting him on the back before ruffling his hair.

"Bastard." Arthur hissed lowly, but the boys heard him.

"Fuck, man, he's got a mouth." The second boy said laughing, as the first grabbed Arthur's collar and lifted him just enough so Arthur was struggling to touch the ground. "We should wash it out with soap."

"HEY!" a voice rang out and the group's eyes widened. "PUT HIM DOWN."

The first quickly dropped Arthur, causing him to topple back into the soft grip of some unexpected arms. The group was quick to place their tails between their legs and booked it. Arthur looked up to see the owner of the arms was a rather pissed off looking blonde teen in a florist uniform, large black apron and all. The teen looked down and flashed Arthur a wide sprinkling smile to match his sprinkling sky blue eyes.

"Hey you okay?" He asked, his voice was clearly American, and Arthur blinked at him in shock before the teen helped him stand on his feet. "Those jerks didn't hurt you did they?" Arthur just stared at the other teen, who was towering over him. "Hello~? Is anyone in there?" A gloved hand was waved in his face and Arthur's green eyes suddenly refused to focus.

Instantly he covered his eyes with his hands, protecting himself from a possible headache. He nodded quickly, holding out his hand to grab onto something…just for a little while, till everything passed. He felt his body leaning to the side, his didn't fight it, merely shifted his feet to follow it. A coolness washed over him suddenly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The teen's voice sounded, and Arthur nodded again.

That was before his chest gave a yelp of pain, and the air seemed to become thin and not there. He cursed in his head, of all times to have an attack it had to be in the presence of a stranger. He tried to draw his outstretched arm back, but it didn't seemed to follow it's command, like it was blocked or something.

"Hey, relax I'm not going to hurt you," the teen said gently, just before Arthur coughed for breath, covering his mouth and desperately trying to get air. He just about toppled to his knees, but he felt an arm wrap around his waist. "Easy there," the teen urged gently, before it seemed like he was calling to the back. "Elogi, call 911!" Arthur suddenly felt his grip on consciousness slip.

Arthur is a stubborn little bugger in my mind, so why should I not have him define every rule Francis set for him. And yes, florist Alfred, I saw a picture of him and I just spaz everytime I see him like that. He's so cute, maybe because he's displayed as such a badass kind of person, that when he's not your heart just melts.

Oh and I attempted to use some Cherokee, I looked words up on line...just cause I want to. Sorry if I used anything wrong, I just looked up the word, and I used the phonetic spelling the site gave me.

Atsilusgi Danaliska- Means Flower Trade...so unoriginal.

Elogi- is Aunt

If anyone knows how to use Cherokee the correct way and is willing to give me some pointers I will gladly take them. I really only not English, some Spanish, and the little bit of Japanese Anime as taught me. I really don't wish to offend anyone, so I really try my hardest at languages I don't know.

Please RxR