Author's Note: Yayy! First chapter! Never thought I'd see this one finished to be honest. But I got there soo. I also decided to get a beta for this fanfic because I thought why not and everything. Hmm. I was going to say something else but now I've forgotten. Oh yeah, now I remember. I've changed Francis' age in the prologue from 17 to 18 because I'd realised I made a mistake sometime after I posted it so yeah. That's all I have to say. ^_^

Arthur stood in what was soon to be his living room, watching as the home removalists slowly bring his many, many boxes and pieces of furniture up into his apartment. They had been bringing things in for a few hours now and he'd grown tired of waiting. All he wanted to do was to make a start at unpacking so he could finally start his life back up again and get his life back on track as it was before.

He walked over to the nearest window ledge and sat on it, look at the street below. It wasn't the quietest street he's lived on, since the apartment block he was staying in was not that far away from London, but it certainly wasn't the loudest or busiest. It was just about perfect in his opinion, and not just a while ago he discovered that if he stood or sat at a particular angle, he could see the park quite clearly. He'd promised himself he'd have to check out the park sometime after he'd settled in.

It wasn't the sunniest of days, in fact it was probably the opposite. Overcast and grey as far as the eye could see. Arthur didn't mind it though, overcast days were his favourite days. Not too hot, not too cold and with the possibility of rain. What was better than that? Nothing. Nothing was better than that, apart from tea.

Arthur was brought out of his thoughts when someone tapped him on his shoulder. Turning around, he was confronted with one of the removalists holding a clip board and a credit card machine

"Could you sign here, here and initials here please." The man said, pointing to the spots Arthur had to sign before continuing. "And could you swipe your card here," he held up the credit card machine, "if you intend to pay via card. If not, would you please mail your cash to us by this Friday, thank you."

Taking the pen and clipboard from the man he quickly signed his name in the places he was instructed to sign and gave it back to the man. He dug his wallet from the back pocket of the casual black slacks he was wearing and took out his credit card. Arthur was just about to swipe his card when the man began talking again.

"Arthur Kirkland? You mean the Arthur Kirkland? The singer?"

Arthur hesitated, not really wanting to tell the man who he really was and what he used to be, but quickly making a decision, he replied, "Yes. I'm Arthur Kirkland, the...Famous singer." He frowned slightly.

"Ah, I knew you seemed familiar. My daughter is obsessed with you. Posters everywhere, I don't know if she still has them though. She moved out a few years ago. Ah well, cash or card?"

He frown deepened as the man spoke, him being completely oblivious to Arthur's growing displeasure. Reaching for the credit card machine, he swiped his card and quickly punched in his pin code. He handed back the credit card machine back to the man.

"Thanks man." And with than, him and all the other men (and a couple of women) left, leaving Arthur alone and in silence.

Sighing, he walked to his bedroom figuring he'd unpack everything from there first because he'll need to use that room sooner than any of the others, other than the bathroom but he'll survive. He was thankful that they didn't have to take his bed apart because it would be a pain in is arse to put it back together again. Taking the first box he saw, he picked it up, placed it on the bed and opened it. Sheets, pillow cases, towels and other linen filled the box.

Just as Arthur was about to put the sheets on his bed so he would be able to sleep comfortably that night, he heard a loud knock at the door. Letting the sheet drop onto the bed, he headed towards the door. Opening it, he saw a young looking woman with light brown hair down to her waist and bright green eyes, similar to his own holding a pie.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Arthur asked as politely as he could. He tried to avoid looking rude when he first people.

"Hm? Oh yes. I'm Elizaveta Héderváry from 21E and I just thought that you'd like this pie I baked. You know, as a welcoming gift to..." She trailed off, staring at Arthur.

Arthur checked behind him, to see if she was staring at something behind him but there was nothing. "Um, miss...?"

"Oh, um I'm sorry. You just look awfully familiar." Elizaveta apologised, looking a tad embarrassed once she realised she had been staring.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. I would invite you in for tea or coffee but I have no idea where my kettle is so.." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh that's alright, I've got a meeting to attend to soon anyway. I just wanted to give you the pie and.." Yet another awkward silence. This wasn't a very good first meeting, in Arthur's opinion anyway and he very much doubted that his neighbour thought any differently.

Elizaveta was the first one between them to break the silence. "I never did ask for your name, did I? I hope this doesn't sound too rude or intrusive but is your name Arthur Kirkland? Like the singer?"

Arthur inwardly sighed. If he'd known he'd get recognised that easily he might have moved to a smaller town. Perhaps London wasn't the best place to move back to, however much he loved the city. "Yes, my name is Arthur Kirkland." At one point, he did consider giving out a fake name but decided against it because it may cause future problems he had no intention of dealing with.

"Ah! I knew it! That's so awesome! To have a famous singer living opposite me.." Once again she trailed off but then promptly saying, "Awesome?! Did I just say awesome? I've been spending too much time with that stupid Gilbert. Mental note: kill Gilbert when you next see him."

"I don't mean to be rude...Er.. Elizaveta but didn't you say you had a meeting to attend to." He really didn't want to be rude to her as she was going to be his neighbour, possibly for the next few years, so he didn't want to get on her bad side. Really, he didn't. The only reason why he didn't want her staying around talking was he had enough of people in general today and just wanted to be left alone.

Elizaveta quickly glanced down at her watch as Arthur mentioned her meeting. "Oh my god, I'm going to be late!" She shouted once she realised how late it was. "I'm sorry to be rushing off like this but here," she handed him the pie, "I really hope you enjoy it and get settled here. It really is a great little apartment block. Well, okay then. Goodbye." And with that she took off down the hall towards the elevator.

Closing the door, he sighed loudly and walked to the kitchen where he placed the pie on the counter. If he was honest, it did look rather delicious and it was tempting to take a slice of it. He didn't though because he knew it was really just another distraction for him and he hated distractions, especially when he had his mind set to do something. That something was hopefully to unpack the rest of the boxes in his bedroom.

Deciding that it would probably be best to put the pie in a plastic box somewhere so it won't get too stale. Arthur dig around a few boxes that were labelled kitchen, he eventually found a box big enough to carry the pie. He placed the pie in the box and sealed the lid but not before taking one last, small smell of the pie.

Placing the box that held the pie on the counter, he took one last look of the tempting pie and headed to the bedroom, where he spent another five or so hours moving furniture to the places he wanted them to be and unpacking the endless sea of boxes that lay around the room.

It was 4:12 pm by the time he'd almost finished unpacking the boxes, with the exception of one box that sat under his window. He'd been unpacking for just about five hours now and even if it was just one box, he really didn't want to unpack it. And the pie that was sitting, waiting for him in the kitchen was calling him. It'd been doing that for the past two hours.

Arthur sighed, he knew he should just hurry up and unpack the last box so it would be done and dusted. And so, he shuffled slowly over towards the box and opened it, relieving hundreds and thousands of envelopes. It was The Box. The box he used for storing all his fanmail he didn't have the time or effort to read. None of the envelopes in the box were white as he remembered them. They were all either off white, yellow or something in between the two. He didn't question it though because the letters had been lying in the box for somewhere between four and ten years.

Picking up one of the letters, he traced the address written on the front with his finger. He flipped over the envelope, carefully opening it and sliding the piece of paper in there. It was written by a girl no older than 15 who probably would've been somewhere around 22 now. The letter was a cute one, saying how much she loved his music and how he was her idol and things along the lines of that. The ordinary fanletter a fan sent. Still, it was cute but he predicted that most of the letters in the box were like that.

He dragged the box along the wooden floor to his bed, the box being much to heavy for him to carry. Arthur placed the opened letter on the bed beside him and took out another letter and began reading it, the pie soon forgotten. His prediction was correct, however. Most of the fanmail he received consisted mostly of people telling him how they loved his music, how sexy/hot/etc. he looked, asking him to desperately be their boyfriend or asking them to reply ASAP. Some even sent him death threats and hatemail which in his opinion was hilarious. Still, he read through all the letters, even if they started to repeat themselves.

That was, until he came across a letter. This letter stuck out to him more than the rest did. It seemed honest and friendly, in a way. At first, he could've sworn that this letter was not meant for him but it was for him. The letter was just so casual, as if talking to an old friend you haven't seen in a while. He just didn't know what was different about this letter, it just was. And Arthur didn't like that fact. He didn't like it at all.