{Fuck guys. I feel so bad for not updating this. I love you. Here's my proof, no matter how short.

Welcome to Chapter 6, Enjoy the Show!}

"Ivan... Ivan! Wake up! Please!"

Eyes opened to the gentle feeling of fingers on his face, and Alfred's sweet voice. It must have been a dream, such a thing was too foolish to be real, too perfect, too much of what Ivan needed now. A headache tore through his skull when morning light greeted him bitterly. Sure enough, there stood Alfred in his human form.

Closer inspection noted Ivan was back home, in bed, with a bandage around his bed of which he could only guess was now stained with blood from the blow to the head he'd taken. He didn't want to know what had happened, but if he were to sit there like an idiot nothing would change. So he sat up, spooking Alfred nearly to death, the blue eyes timid and cold after they'd recovered their emotional boundaries. "Glad to see you're awake.." Alfred muttered, looking down. He obviously hadn't forgotten about Ivan's gun. "...I thought you were dead.." Alfred looked worse than Ivan at this point, on the verge of a frantic psychotic breakdown. The kid probably hadn't had an easy sleep in a long time, this wouldn't help with the dark circles under his eyes, or how his hands shook every time he moved to reach out to Ivan only to draw back, unsure.

"...What happened?" Ivan interrupted Alfred's conflict, causing another blank sheet of terror to ignite Alfred's expression into something terrible. "Arthur... is dead." Alfred admitted, sitting on the edge of Ivan's bed, not shedding a single tear. "What scares me...about it is that it was by his own hand... the look of shame in his eyes when he realized he'd never be able to bring himself to slay his own brother..he did it to himself.. and that fucking sucks.." Alfred explained, wanting to get the explanations over with. "..Alfred..."
"Don't even bother. I know what I am. It's obvious Ivan. It's obvious I'm two-faced. I'm an animal, a demon, a monster and I wish I could tear into my soul and rip it out. You had every right to carry that gun. Every right... every.. right to be...scared.." Alfred brought himself to tears, shoulders heaving with the steady overflow of emotion, and when Ivan attempted to console him once more, he was rejected coldly.

"I saved you once I turned back... took you home.. patched you up.. and now I'll leave.. I'll go back to my father. I'll tell him how Arthur destroyed himself. I'll do it with the most innocent smile so he'll think I don't know better again.. maybe he'll take me under his wing again.. that dark, cold wing." Alfred whispered, standing up from sitting on the side of Ivan's bed, starting towards the door.

I don't want to lose him... I can't...

"Alfred!" Ivan said, bolting out of bed, and before hitting the floor with a sudden brick wall of vertigo, he grabbed onto Alfred's shoulder, pulling the demon backwards with him. "Don't you dare go back to him! Stop being a coward! I'm not afraid of you! I wouldn't have saved you if I were afraid of you! Think! Idiot!" Ivan growled, pulling Alfred into him, kissing his forehead and tangling his fingers in the smaller man's hair. "I won't let you get away.." Ivan muttered, shaking his head.

"Never."