To be honest, the first thing that ran through Arthur's head when he had been flown off with like that was the idea that he had finally been killed. After a few moments of feeling the wind whipping through his hair, however, he had to wonder if this was his imagination run wild again - it had been doing that to him a lot, lately, either for very vivid guilt trips or to throw in his face what he lost.

But it wasn't an illusion. He was in those familiar strong arms that had rescued him and held him so many times previously. He was pushed up against that buff chest that he could remember stroking up and down and leaving trails of kisses on. He knew he had been saved by the one person he never expected to save him again:

Alfred. Alfred had saved him, yet again.

… So why did that fact make him tear up and feel as if he was suffocating? He felt weaker than ever when Alfred finally found a place to land and set them down. He couldn't look at him, his arms staying rigid at his sides and his posture completely straight. He didn't know what to say - he hadn't planned on seeing him. He had just wanted to take responsibility… That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

"... Hello again," he spoke, clenching his jaw and looking up at Alfred, trying to look completely passive - and succeeding. "I'm guessing you saw everything?"

"Of course I saw everything, you idiot," Alfred replied, trying to sound passive as well, but instead he sounded as though he were spitting out each syllable with a purpose as he spoke, "I can't believe you thought this was a good idea!"

Arthur frowned and had enough gall left to put his hands on his hips and argue, "It was a good idea! It's time I owned up to the villain that everyone says I am!"

"You're barely even a villain!" Alfred argued back, clenching his fists as his eyes glowed lightly. "Why can't you just pack your bags and leave or just fucking go home?!"

"Because I tried that already!" Arthur yelled, clenching his fists. "Damn it, Alfred - I tried that! I tried to forget, I tried to go on, but I couldn't, okay?! Every night I couldn't sleep because I kept imagining this!" He threw his hands up, a violent, angry picture erupting from them, framed with spiky, red knives. Alfred breaking in and killing him - a close up of his eyes, shining with such vibrant hatred that it even made Alfred feel a bit sick inside. Those eyes quickly gave way to a crying Françoise, the wails piercing his ears and making his knees wobble. "Why did you take me away from my Papa?!"

Alfred felt a bile start to rise up in his throat as those vibrant images became ingrained in his vision. It made him feel horrified and sick to his stomach! How could Arthur think he wanted to kill him that-that sinisterly!? He-he wasn't a murderer! He would never murder someone over this horrible, stupid fight!

Swallowing down his bile, he whimpered lowly in the back of his throat and asked Arthur quietly, "How can you think I would murder you?"

Arthur took the picture back, his hands clenching up again as he stared straight into his eyes, concealing his emotions again. "Because when we first met, you said you wanted me executed!" he reminded him, so sure of himself.

Which made Alfred start to tear up and squeeze his eyes shut, clenching his fists at the same time and turning his knuckles white. "Y-you're a liar -!"

"You can't tell me you don't remember!?"

"Just shut up!" Alfred demanded, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

Arthur laughed, a frustrated sound devoid of any joy as he struck up another image - a memory, this time. It was Alfred, looking as angry as he had looked in the previous one, spouting hating words: "I say that he needs not only locked up," he then cried out vengefully, "But executed!"

"SHUT UP!" A feral scream resounded, and blasts of energy hit two nearby trees after being shot out from his hands, "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

"Why won't you turn those blasts on me!" Arthur yelled, grabbing one of his hands and pointing it right at his chest. "Why won't you do what you claimed…! Anything's better than seeing that every night!"

Arthur bit his tongue after admitting that. Truth be told, he was ashamed to admit that - admit how he'd rather die than think about how hated he was, but after months of dreaming that same thing, the deaths getting more violent and the hatred more real and sinister… He'd be lying if it hadn't affected his sanity. He was sure seeing him again would make the nightmares worse.

Arthur felt Alfred yank his hand out of his grasp, now backing away like a frightened, nervous animal. He seemed so wild… S-so uncanny!

Everything seemed to calm down after that. Arthur could feel his anger leaving him, dissipating into the air like one of his illusions. No… he didn't want this. He wanted to apologize, to make sure Alfred could move on… he shouldn't even be caring about himself at all - he had ruined this man's life, so he had to fix it.

"... Alfred," Arthur spoke his name quietly. "... If you want, I could take away all your memories of me…"

Alfred didn't even take time to consider his offer as he barked instead, "J-just go! Leave me alone! I don't want you touching me ever again, do you hear me!?" He started to turn around and fly off. "Just go!"

Arthur watched him fly off, once more, his fists clenching again. Wasn't he listening at all? He couldn't just go.

He screamed in frustration and held his hands up to his head, though once he did, The Hero came back, shooting him right in the chest with one of his lazer beams. Arthur cried out, the pain erupting through him as he started to explode from the inside out - his blood rushed to the edges of his skin and then burst through, as if he were a pimple on the world that was being painfully popped.

He opened his eyes. He was on the cold, hard ground of the city, the only sound to hear being his ragged breath.

Shit. I knew they'd get worse.

Looks like he couldn't touch his head anymore…

AN, Knux: Sorry updates are taking forever- I'm involved in lots of extracurriculars and this story hasn't fully been written yet, so things are taking time. But school is almost done for me so we'll try to finish the first writing process during the beginning of our summer vacation. ^^

AN, Annzy: Yeah - we want this story to be the best it can possibly be ^^ Which means we might re-read it a few times and change some things - but probably not these two chapters. Bear with us as we try to figure it all out!

AN, Knux: But otherwise, keep PMing, reviewing or whatever, and as an added bonus, *WHISPERS LOUDLY* I'M GOING TO MAYBE CONVINCE ANNZY TO HAVE US TURN OUR CURRENT RP INTO A STORY-

AN, Annzy: Oh wow XD DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING. I'd be fine with that :P Though I should probably watch Beauty and the Beast again XD

AN, Knux: WATCH IT WATCH IT WATCH IT. XD Anyways, IGNORE US! XD AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER BYE.