CHAPTER 3

Arthur…

He was sitting in a field, with many of his childhood friends. Even Emilia was there. She was his best friend in the whole world. Her long blonde hair was as beautiful as ever. She always said they could be twins, since they both kept their hair long and natural. She wore her hair in a full ponytail at all times, while he had half of his hair tied up, letting the rest flow down behind him.

I must speak with you Arthur….

Mom and Dad were here with him, too. He loved their stories. They always used to read him a mixture of simple Bible stories and regular picture books. He loved the one with the knight fighting the dragon to save the trapped princess. But he loved the story of Noah's ark much more. All those animals on that boat, being taken care of by one man and his family? It must've been a really big boat. Bigger than his house! Maybe even Germany!

Arthur, you have been chosen by God…

They stopped playing with him and started to point behind him. What was so important about the thing behind him that made them stop? They haven't seen each other in years! Why couldn't they keep playing?

"Guys, why'd you stop? We were having so much fun!"

"You must pay attention now, son." His father said, smiling.

"But this is more important! I may never see you again! I thought I never would! I thought… I thought you were all dead…"

"We are, Arty," said Emilia "We're angels now. But you have to listen to Him. He has something important to say to you."

"Ok… but can we finish playing after?"

"Yes, my little cherub. We can finish when He's done" His mother promised.

Arthur…

"Yes?"

Our Father has chosen you for a task only you can perform…

"Really? What is it? And why can't anyone else do it?"

Only one can bear Our Holy Father's child… one with an untainted mind, body and soul… one who has sworn to live by His laws… and to protect his children… The one with the Holy Mother's soul…

"But I'm a boy. I can't have children like that. Can I…?"

If it is His will, you shall. Return to the world you live in, and bask in the light of your family.

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Arthur awoke gently from his dream, listening to the soft whispers of familiar voices.

"I wonder what happened. It's not like him to call out of work." Was that Mom? It sounded like her… yet it was different… too… rough…

"What if he's got a new type of super deadly disease? Like Ebola on steroids?" there was a pause, and the new voice continued indignantly. "What?! It's totally possible!"

"Keep your voice down, Rin! Sir Auguste is sill sleeping." A third voice. There were three people with him, then.

"The nurse said he's been asleep since yesterday afternoon." said the girl voice.

"What time is it now?"

"Eleven in the morning."

Arthur whimpered, his conscious mind surfacing slightly. The voices didn't notice at first, until his eyes fluttered slightly. The girl voice told the other two he was starting to wake up. They called his name softly, and asked him if he wanted something to eat. At the mention of food, his stomach flopped. He moaned and got up groggily, and stumbled to the bathroom. Here we go again… He thought.

Once He finished in the bathroom, he began to wash his mouth. Someone knocked on the door.

"You alright in there, Baldy?" asked the girl voice. Finally more awake he realized who it was. He spit out the water he was sloshing around in his mouth and scowled into the mirror, as if she could see him through the door.

"That's, not my name, Shura, and you know it!"

"Answer the question, or I'll make it your name, asshole!" She said from behind the door.

Arthur growled. "I'm fine. I'm just a bit nauseous, that's all."

Shura frowned. It couldn't just be nausea. Arthur hasn't called in sick. Ever. It had to be serious.

"What else?" she asked, refusing to believe his story.

"What do you mean, "what else"?!" said the paladin, opening up the bathroom door. "I'm sick! Isn't that enough?" Shura sighed. She obviously wasn't getting anything out of him. She'd have to ask one of the nurses. They walked back into room R-203 and Arthur flopped back onto the bed, slightly angry. Someone knocked on the door and the two boys Arthur barely noticed jumped up, weapons in hand.

"Whoa! Cool it!" said the red headed American man. He had a slight accent, and looked very clean and fresh. From the bed, Arthur could smell the lavender detergent and mint toothpaste he used. Is my sense of smell that good? He thought to himself.

"I won't hurt anyone. I'm the doctor. Besides, I can barely fly up to the bed. How could I hurt him at my age?" It was coming from a demon. A Yuma, to be exact. Yumas were high level demons, and they weren't easy to kill. When they possess someone, they fuse with their host, slowly devouring them. Arthur reached for his sword, Caliburn, but realized she was at home. He only had a tee-shirt and jeans on. He was defenseless!

The American Introduced himself as Griffin Kokoro, and the Yuma called itself Kabuto. They were the doctors that specialized in Arthurs alleged condition. Griffin plopped Kabuto onto the bed, as the grey and black demon bird sniffed him. He stopped and looked at his apprentice in complete awe.

"What is it, Kabuto-Sensei?"

"Call up the Vatican. We have a Code SCJC on our hands."

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Arthur: Alright, spill it, you stupid demon filth! Whats a "Code SCJC"?

Kabuto: You'll have to bring that up with Blitztron. I'm not at liberty to tell you yet. At least not until the next chapter.

Arthur: Well, at least tell me if it's a bad thing or not!

Kabuto: We'll talk. Next chapter. *waves* Adieu~

Arthur *storms off grumbling to himself*