SCW: O-
Ariana: What's your crappy excuse so we can own you.
SCW: mini writer's block with chapter 9. I decided to…*dodges grenade* end it in an evil way *dodges rabid chipmunk.* well, there goes alvin.. oh well. Beside's I'm working on a Kingdom Hearts Story as well so…yeah…
Ariana: Is that one going up?
SCW: no. maybe…I don't know. Oh and by the way in case any of you were wondering about my last oneshot no I don't care for that pairing so you don't have to worry about too many of those. The only pairing I despise with every fiber of my being is RussiaXAmerica. I hate that pairing and no I don't care if you do. It's creepy, has no real back to it like others, and is just nasty.
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Chapter 8: Flashbacks, Introductions, and Suspicion
Apparently it had been the pain medication that had been talking. Arthur never spoke about it again and Kiku was too busy getting his arm checked on. Alfred stayed near Arthur on Kiku's side trying to keep Kiku a nice distance away. Heck, while they had slept he had moved Arthur's bed over a foot. He couldn't do much other than that though, his shoulder was still weak. Thanks to that bullet hole. That wasn't the worst. Ariana had actually taken the time to scold him and threaten him.
!~!FLASHBACK!~!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ariana snapped at Alfred. She had pulled him aside in the hospital. Right next to the morgue, and had allowed herself to fade a bit so she was a bit less noticeable. He stared at her, well to e side of her.
"You can't go insane like that. Did you ever think what this might do to Arthur?" Alfred frowned and shook his head. Ariana smacked him in the back of his head, nearly dislodging his glasses.
"Think about it, just after Arthur gets shot, something strange happens. In plain view three men, including the bastard that shot him are twisted and torn up. By nothing they can see. Adding on to the fire, Frank is very obsessed with the supernatural. To a 'please tell me that's a playboy in your hands not a TAPS.' Degree. I saw him eyeing Arthur like he just got a new lab rat." Ariana snapped. Her hand twitched near her hand guns grip. Like she wanted to shoot Alfred again. Alfred gaped. He hadn't known about Frank. If he had he would have tried his best to stay hidden. He didn't think long on it. A strong burst of pain carpet bombed his train of thought. He yelped an grabbed his shoulder. Ariana grinned.
"Wondering what I shot you with?" Alfred nodded still clutching his shoulder.
"A bullet dipped in a few things, they aren't important. All you need to know is they hurt like a slut. The would should go away in a few days. The pain…depends. Could be gone a few minutes from now, or a few weeks. Just to remind you not to do anything stupid again." She turned away but paused.
"Alfred, you ever pull anything like that again…I'll aim lower. Got that." He nodded vigorously. She smiled (sadistically) then left. Alfred held his shoulder a little longer before leaving as well. Not liking all of the other ghosts surrounding him. Did he forget to say he hated hospitals.
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It had been two weeks since then. Both Kiku and Arthur were discharged but told to keep it easy. Arthur wasn't too happy with the thought of Kiku being put back in the line of fire when his arm was still weak. Arthur's leg had all but healed. He could put most of his weight on it and not worry about it giving out. He just couldn't dodge as fast. When he told Kiku, the Japanese man smiled warmly and told him he'd be fine. Arthur stayed silent after that, not wanting to anger the petite officer.
Alfred had stayed near Arthur but always spoke about things like sports and burgers. One time he mentioned Arthur trying on a damsel in distress dress but quickly went on to something else. He even told Arthur that he sometimes snuck into M*donalds and swiped burgers when people weren't looking. Arthur scolded him for that but let go of the dress thing. Not only that but, a few nights ago Arthur had mumbled his name in his sleep. Sure it sounded exasperated but Alfred would take it.
It was a few days after the English and Japanese team got back to work when they heard a new detective was coming to the station. He arrived an hour after the station got the news. Frank made them introduce themselves and give their nationality. Considering the station was multi- cultural. Everyone was from a different area.
"Hello I'm Heracles Karpusi, I'm from Greece." He said in a quiet and nearly monotone voice. After that the new detective was taken to Franks office. So Frank could sort things out for him. A half hour later Arthur and Kiku were called into the office.
"I've decided that a pair of wounded officers would be bad. You never know when something bad may happen. So officer Honda will be Detective Karpusi's temporary partner. Officer Kirkland, your temporary partner will be my personal assistant. Derek. Like Ludwig he doesn't have a last name…so don't worry, and this is temporary." With that they were dismissed. The two officers decided to see each other during lunch break. Alfred did a little dance and silently laughed at Kiku.
!~!Intermission!~!
By all means, put Alfred bragging like hell about his win.
Arthur's time with Kiku has just been halved.
This makes a happy Alfred. :D
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Arthur jumped as soon as he opened the door to his office. A very tall, about six foot two, and unfamiliar man sat on the chair in the corner of the room. Staring at him like a baby would a new toy.
!~!intermission!~!
And we all know what babies do to their toys.
Throw them around and give them hell. Poor Arthur.D:
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He had a monstrous build. He looked like he could bench press Ivan, the stations best interrogator. He had heavy set muddy hazel eyes and straight dirty blonde hair. He had a few scars on his face and uncovered forearms. Alfred was pretty sure he had seen the guy on most wanted. He moved closer to Arthur, not very willing to let gorilla face near Arthur. This guy made Arthur look like a porcelain doll, easy to break and injure.
"Hello officer Kirkland. I'm Derek, your new buddy, pal, partner. Can I call you Arthur? Great. So what's the agenda for today?" Alfred was proud of Arthur. Despite the murderously annoyed glint in Arthur's eyes his face never changed. Derek stood, an intimidating smile on his face. Arthur didn't even flinch. He sighed and answered Derek.
"I was going to finish my shift patrolling the streets as usual." He didn't like how Derek's eyes looked so blood thirsty. He glanced back at Alfred when he felt an icy hand rest on his shoulder. As if ready to pull him out of the way if Derek tried to touch him. For some reason it comforted him. Gave him a sense of ease. Derek grinned and reached for Arthur but paused. He was looking at Arthur's shoulder, a confused expression on his face.
"What's on your shoulder?" he had noticed the imprint Alfred's hand made on the black fabric. When he reached for it Alfred pulled him back, causing Arthur to eep and stumble back. Derek raised his eyebrow and grinned.
"It appears that you have a little birdy on your shoulder." Arthur's glare could freeze Satan (or whoever evil) in his tracks. Alfred held Arthur close to himself. The American really didn't like this guy. Arthur more than likely didn't either. He didn't like the feel he got off of Derek. Like a bull thinking to take out a bunny. Alfred felt like the guy was waiting for the camera's to shut off so he could hurt Arthur.
"Well, we should get going. Don't want the baddies running around making trouble." Derek stepped towards the door but Alfred took it as a step towards Arthur. And pulled him away once more. Derek grinned even wider. This bunny would be fun to mess with, then crush.
!~!LATER ON PATROL!~!
"Arthur." Celestina's voice cracked over the radio.
"Yes." Arthur kept most of his attention on the road, sparing only a little for the radio.
"A call came out, it's some drug addict causing trouble." She gave them coordinates, he was only four blocks away. Derek grinned.
"Be careful, they say he's violent. Oh and he's swinging around a spiked stick."
"Alright." Arthur sped his cruiser up. Alfred sat behind him watching the scenery pass by. He was always watching Derek out of the corner of his eyes though. Arthur could feel the hate rolling off of the ghost. He really hoped he didn't have to pry an angry ghost off a dead or mangled temporary partner. Boy would that suck.
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SCW: DUCK!DUCKDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCK! FOUR PAGES! I'm so sorry! Usually I make them five or more pages long, I thought this one was five! SON OF A SKITTLE BISCUIT!
Ariana: at least it's a chapter and you have introduced Derek! That'll speed up the story won't it?
SCW: Yeah but still…heck do you people even like this story? I'm so sorry for the shorter chapter I swear the next one is very long. Five full pages of five star notebook…duck this didn't even break 1,650.