So the week passed, and Alfred visited every day, making me food and making sure I was fully rested. I felt like a child. The way he fawned over me drove me up a wall. I was older than him for Christ's sake! Older! But none the less, I let him faun.

We traveled around more as All Hallows Eve snuck up on the calendar, just a week away. Alfred was exited about it. He would jump up and down like a child and talk about the kinds of candy he was going to get. I just rolled my eyes.

During that week we traveled to Salem, famous for the Witch Trials and it's festivities for October.

As we walked the streets I stopped in front of a large castle like building. "Alfred?" I said to him. He hummed in answer. "Can we go in here?" I didn't need to ask. But I felt it was right to. Knowing how scared he became of such silly movies, I could never tell the next moment he would jump into my arms and scream for help. He looked up and paled a bit then looked to the sign hanging to the right that read "Salem Witch Museum".

"S-sure..." I looked at him cautiously.

"Are you sure?" He nodded, not saying a word. I sighed. "Okay..." We walked into the building and bought two tickets for the next show. As we waited I walked around, looking at all the signs and reading information.

"Oi! Mister!" I turned to see a young ginger girl standing behind me. Alfred was standing behind her looking quite sheepish. I groaned and rested my hand on my face.

"What did he do now?" She gave me a confused look and shook her head.

"He hasn't done anything. I was just wondering if I could sit with you two considering how my family ditched me here again and I don't really feel like walking home." I blinked at her straight forward dema-er- question and nodded. Alfred grinned brightly and hugged me.

As it turned out, the young girl had grown up in the Salem area and came to the museum multiple times a year. She told me many things about the trials and about the supernatural in New England. More then I had ever heard. She spoke fondly of it all and her blue eyes sparkled much like Alfred's behind her glasses' frame. She made me think of a younger sibling the way she spoke and looked at us, her eyes wide and admiring as she took us around Salem spilling any piece of information she has about the old town she had stored in her brain.

The museum wasn't that scary, in fact it was quite tongue-in-cheek. Alfred however, clung to my arm and whimpered throughout the whole thing. I'm surprised it was still attached when it was over.

As the day was brought to an end, so was our tour, stopping at some old park surrounded by willow trees and located on a long beach. We sat ourselves on the rocks and ate, what the young girl proclaimed to be, the best popcorn in the world. I have to agree with her, the popcorn really was the best popcorn I had ever tasted and I suddenly felt glad she had bought the "small"* bag of popcorn.

I couldn't help but feel at this moment that all was right. Sitting here, with two good people, eating popcorn and watching the sunset (and kids jumping off the docks but that was a heart attack for another day). I smiled, but just a bit. I wished it would be that way forever. But of course the day ended and the young girl left us with only a name (Jen) and her number if we were ever around.

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I went home that evening and Alfred slept over, lounging on the couch and snoring noisily as my beast of a cat dozed next to him. I chuckled at the sight as I watched the cat's brown bushy tail cover Alfred's mouth and he breathed in, and then flicked off as he breathed out.

Laying a blanket over the two I smiled and then went to my own bed and felt into a fitful sleep.

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As Alfred and I spent more time together I, my writer's block disappeared and gave me inspiration to continue writing. Elizaveta was thrilled, elated even. Sure that made me happy that she was happy and I was writing, but had I known that she was going to now plant cameras in my clothes to catch a glimpse of Alfred or for some strange thing she "squweed" with Kiku**, I would have never mentioned him around her. Or smiled for that matter.

Damn them both. Or at least damn them for their ninja like skills...

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One cool day as Alfred and I were preparing for Halloween I finally learnt what Alfred did while he wasn't spending time with me.

"Me? I don't do much. Just hero stuff! I play video games with my other friends, Kiku and Tony! And sometimes I hang out with my brother Mattie-" I had to cut him off there, and not just because he plays video games with my boss's lackey.

"You have a brother?"

"Yea," Alfred said looking at me funny. "I haven't told him about you?" I shook my head and he let out a grunt. "Oh... well I do! His name is Mattie and we're twins! 'Sept, he lives in Canada." I frown as I continued to hang the decorations.

"Why is he so far away?" Alfred didn't respond for a moment.

"My mum took him with her when my folks divorced." I winced and felt bad for asking such a personal question.

"I'm sorry Alfred. I shouldn't have asked something so personal." Alfred shook his head and brought me into a large hug. I felt awkward, as my arms were pinned to my sides but I didn't feel compelled to hug back at the moment.

"It's okay Artie." He breathed onto my neck and I stiffened. He then released me and went back to carving the pumpkin.

Alfred then felt the need to throw pumpkin guts at me. We threw the smiley guts back and forth, destroying my flat, but exhausting ourselves in the process. We fell asleep on the couch together with my fat cat sleeping on our lap.

I decided to name the beast of a cat Pumpkin. It fit him well.

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AN: Hey guys! I was so close to not posting this today, you have no idea ^^" I've been very busy. But yes! More characters are being introduced (kinda)! I know that Americat has not been named Pumpkin in any other story, but I thought it would be cute considering how Alfie and Artie had that pumpkin gut throwing fight thing~

So, on with the details yea? The places they stopped in Salem are actual places. The Salem Witch Museum and the Salem Willows, both are historical land marks and if you take a trolley ride you'd be able to hear the history on both places as well as many others. Salem is famous for October, but it's a jerk to find parking.

*In actuality, the popcorn bags are about the size of a torso of a very, very large person. If you get a box of it however you get what looks like a movie theater medium sized box of popcorn. And yes, I do actually believe that this place has the best popcorn in the world. They use a machine that is over a hundred years old to make it and there is just no way to describe the taste. It's buttery, but not too buttery, it's salty, but not too salty, it tastes like the movie theater brand, but also like the kind you would pop over the gas oven with your family on movie nights. It's just perfect ^^

** So Elizaveta is Arthur's editor, but Kiku is like, her assistant. You so know they had to be together to get their yaoi fill. They just can't not exist in this story without each other XD

All characters (except for Jen) belong to Hidekaz Himaruya