"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." - Marilyn Monroe

The man continued to loom over the other. He was trying to be intimidating, but it was not working. Arthur completely ignored him and got his tea, leaving right after. He walked back to the apartment and saw that no one was there. He sighed and looked over the apartment, finding a note saying that the man in the apartment went to work. He smiled at the sloppy handwriting and went to the man's closet. He opened the door and took a look at the clothes it contained.

There were various large shirts and the colors ranged from black to white and everything in between. He wondered how the man got that many shirts. He took out a black shirt and held it up to himself. He thought for a moment, and he wondered if he could pull off a girl if he pretended it was a dress. It would be short, but people could believe it, right?

He threw the shirt on and took a look at himself. He smiled at it because it had a blue superman symbol. He laughed slightly and turned once in the mirror. He thought he looked quite good in it. He then looked for some shoes and somehow found a pair that fit him. He raised an eyebrow and put them on, and looked at himself ago. He smiled again. He just had to get boots didn't he?

To himself, he looked like that hideous girl you sleep with while you are drunk and you pity her too much to not date her. He still looked beautiful to himself. His smile got wide as he got closer to the mirror. He touched the surface and looked away, thinking it was an impostor that was staring back. He turned on his heel and started out the door. He walked shyly to the entrance of the apartment building and asked the clerk how her day was going.

He had a pleasant conversation and was on his way. He had already made a friend. Maybe he could make a new life here.

He walked to the place he thought Alfred to be, and saw that people were on break, Alfred included. He stared at them and they stared back. He waved and hurried into the workplace. He looked around and he saw that they needed workers. A stupid idea formed in the man's head and he went into the hiring office. Maybe this could be what stopped his criminal career.

He got an application and sat down in a chair in the empty room. He had to lie about some things of course, but he used his real name instead of his fake one, that everyone thought was his birth name. He smiled and left it on the desk and went to the reception area. He stood around there and waited to be called in. He made small talk and he got to know the receptionist, Elizaveta, very well. She seemed to want to befriend him, so he let her. He talked to her until a person interrupted them.

"Liz," an obnoxious voice sounded behind them. "Who the hell is this?"

Elizaveta scoffed and replied, "Gilbert, don't be rude. He's my new friend."

Arthur stared between the two and picked up almost instantly that he did it. He was looked at and he gulped. He bowed his head apologetically, although he did not want to. He looked at elizaveta with questioning eyes, asking if anything was happening between the two. She nodded and began a conversation with this Gilbert. He stared at the two as they interacted, and it seemed as if they were dating, although it seemed as if the girl was the only one in love.

That must be awkward, he thought. He looked away from them when the people began to argue. He saw that a blond man walked in with a brunet man. He looked over to them and he silently begged them to help him. The brunet looked at the blond and the blond looked back. He sighed and walked over, pulling Gilbert's ear. He glared at him and called him stupid. Gilbert brushed it off and walked to his office as if he did nothing wrong. The brunet smiled happily and clung to the blond's arm. Arthur smiled and watched them as they too entered their offices.

He waited to be called in and more and more people came in. He was about to leave when he was grabbed by Alfred and brought to the side, where the left wall was. Alfred looked at him in confusion and he opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. Arthur stared and had a look of confusion on his face.

Finally, Alfred spoke up, "What the hell are you wearing?"

"Oh, this? It is something I found to wear," Arthur replied, smiling.

"You look as if you actually like to wear my clothes," Alfred said. His thin eye raised and looked at the scaled man expectantly.

"That is because I do," Arthur said bluntly, not caring who knew it. He saw Alfred's eyes widen a fraction of an inch, and then he smiled.

"You're weird, you know that right," he asked. Arthur nodded. Alfred began to talk again, "Now, why are you here?"

"I came to visit you. I saw you were not home," Arthur said, eyes showing honesty. He continued, "I filled out an application to work here."

Alfred stared at him for a moment and then replied, "You did?"

"Yes, I did. Is there a problem?"

"No, I just thought you had a job already."

"Why is it surprising that I do not have a job?"

"I just kinda assumed that you did."

"Oh," Arthur said, ending the conversation. He looked down and looked back up when he was called by the blond man from earlier called him. He smiled at Alfred and left to be interviewed. Alfred shook his head and walked to his office.

Arthur answered all the questions and he got the job. That surprised him, but his job was not very pleasant, so he guessed that they needed anyone to get the job.

He was officially an assistant and he overly did not mind it. He was assigned to Alfred, and he got happier. That meant he could look after the man without being called a mother hen or a stalker. He smiled and listened to the blond talking to him, saying that his job started the next day. He shook his head and showed that he understood.

He walked out and told Elizaveta and Elizaveta smiled happily and congratulated him. He left after that and headed out to his old house, where it had been abandoned.

He reached it quite soon and he scooped up the cat outside. He rubbed its stomach and went inside of the house. He found his room and looked in the closet to find his clothes that his old friend bought him. He smiled and tried on some of them, surprised to see that they still fit. He grabbed a few outfits and stuffed them into a bag. He looked at the cat and it meowed. He pet its head.

"Little one, let's get you some food and we will set out for his apartment. Do not worry, we are only staying there until I get paid," he said to it. It swooshed its bushy brown tail. He went and got it some food, fed it and sat for a while. He excitedly told the cat about his new job and it seemed to listen like an old friend. It had a smile on its face, although it was hard to tell. He smiled back at it and picked it up. He hugged it and held it to his chest. He sighed happily.

The cat nuzzled him and they then got ready to go. The cat hopped into the bag, mewing softly and falling asleep as Arthur pulled on a pair of shoes he found. He had missed the feeling of clothes. He looked in the mirror he had there and he saw a man in khakis, a dress shirt, a cardigan, and messy blond hair looking back. He looked at himself, and he wondered why he looked so much better to himself? What had made him change? Or was it he was thinking about other things and it took the backseat? Either way, he was happy about it. He grabbed the bag and slid it onto his shoulder. Vaguely, he thought he looked like a man carrying a purse.

He set out for the apartment, avoiding the strange looks some of the women gave him. He walked the streets and he soon found the building and he walked into it. The clerk waved at him, and he waved back. She asked of his day and he said it was wonderful. She smiled and told him that she was glad about that. He waved at her and walked to the elevator and she waved back, still smiling.

The elevator went up slowly and it gave him time to think about the man he was going to. He smiled at the thought of him, and he realized that he had a small crush on him. He shrugged it off and he just figured that it would leave soon enough.

Finally, the doors opened and he headed down the hall. He walked slowly to the door, wanting to take his time. When he did reach the door, he heard laughter and he opened the door.

In there he saw Alfred and a tall man talking. Back, deep in his heart, something gave a little sad pang. He ignored it and looked at the two, wide eyes showing, waiting to be noticed.

Authors note: Merry Christmas. Sorry this took so long you guys. I just have been lazy these last few months. I will try my best to get the other chapters done quicker. Sorry for the delay, I this is good enough for you guys. Again, Merry Christmas.