Alfred let out a large sigh, staring up at the stars through the trees while sitting on one of the branches. He had told Arthur one night, but that was plenty more than he needed. By now, he was just stalling for time. If they both went down to Earth, the likelihood of actually seeing each other again would be slim. Even though Arthur hated him right now, Alfred didn't want to say goodbye. He probably couldn't, so it was a good thing Arthur would probably just slam his window closed and go to sleep again.
"You know, pouting won't do you any good," Gilbert yelled at him from the ground.
"I know…" Alfred sighed, not even looking down at him. He knew that the other two of the trio were probably down there with them.
"Sour puss is being pissy, so I ditched the others to see if you were the same," Gilbert chuckled.
"The others aren't with you?" Alfred looked down at him and, sure enough, he was alone.
"Toni's new words of wisdom seem to be helping slightly, but not much," Gilbert shrugged. "He's hell bent on this being a dream."
"I noticed," Alfred sighed and looked back up at the stars.
"Jeez, if I knew you were this pissy, I wouldn't have left the damn beach," Gilbert groaned.
"I just…" Alfred muttered. "I've been here so long, not giving a shit…and then everyone I knew is dead by now…I shouldn't even exist anymore. I even remember being around the old group of Lost Boys, but they left. All of them, and I was alone until the fairies made me forget and more people showed up."
"I get it, your life sucks," Gilbert sighed. "Mine does to, why the hell do you think I'm here? Because I'm so awesome I floated all the way here? I ran away."
"I did, too," Alfred stated.
"If you want a pep talk, you ain't getting it from me," Gilbert stated. "That's Toni's job, apparently. What you have going on isn't bad. Kind of a clean slate. I would kill for a chance like that. Probably won't be able to, though. Luddie'll kill me the second I step foot back in our house."
"I know Mattie will probably let me stay with him until I get on my feet," Alfred muttered, mainly to himself. "Then I have to figure out what the hell to do."
"And what better way than to be shoved right into the mess?" Gilbert asked.
"I…I guess I should get to Arthur now, shouldn't I?" Alfred asked, beginning to see a faint glow in the sky that meant the sun was coming up.
"Unless you want him whining some more about this little 'dream' of ours," Gilbert cackled.
"Shut up," Alfred groaned. He sat up and decided to test if he was happy enough to fly yet. With one hand on a steady branch, Alfred closed his eyes to think of an image of a smiling Arthur and slid off the branch. Surprisingly enough, he stayed floating and he corrected himself as he opened his eyes.
"See?" Gilbert smirked. "You're flying already."
"Not for long," Alfred stated. Gilbert flew up next to him.
"I sort of regret coming to see if you were alright," Gilbert sighed. "My awesomeness it outshining you again, but this time it's by a lot."
"Not really that big of a deal right now," Alfred sighed and started flying to the closest section of the beach. Once they got there, it wouldn't be too hard to find Arthur.
"It should be," Gilbert smirked, following him close behind.
"I don't know if you're trying to cheer me up or just be narcissistic," Alfred stated, glancing back at him.
"Why can't I try doing both?" Gilbert asked.
"Because you actually being nice is unheard of?" Alfred asked, a very small smirk making it's way onto his face.
"There you go!" Gilbert cheered happily, doing a little loop in the air. "Just keep up a good attitude and you'll never be steered wrong."
"Guess I can just hope for the best," Alfred sighed and they emerged out of the trees. Alfred looked to the left first, but found nothing so he turned to the right. There, he could see a faint light of a fire, which would probably be the group at the beach, so he flew in that direction. He landed just before the group and he could hear Gilbert just behind him.
Arthur was sitting cross-legged with his arms crossed over his chest and he glared out at the ocean. Francis was asleep. And Antonio seemed to be trying to talk to Arthur, who definitely was not listening.
"Ready when you are," Alfred tried to keep his voice sounding happy, even though it hurt to see Arthur's glare turned to him.
"Finally," Arthur sighed and quickly stood up. "I'm getting tired of this blasted place."
"Um, ouch?" Gilbert laughed slightly, going over to Francis to kick him in the face and, in result, waking him up.
"Why would you do that to my gorgeous face?" Francis demanded and Gilbert and Antonio started laughing.
"You sure you aren't gonna miss it here?" Alfred smirked.
"Absolutely not," Arthur snapped and held out his hand. "Now take me home."
"Blunt, aren't you?" Alfred sighed, trying to keep that smile on his face and took Arthur's hand. Arthur should still be able to fly, if not with a little help, so Alfred simply jumped up in the air. As he expected, Arthur hovered with him. "See you guys around," Alfred nodded to the other three and Gilbert nodded back while the other two looked to each other in confusion.
With that, Alfred flew towards the sky with Arthur silently next to him. It wasn't long before the scenery around them changed from a deserted island to the city of London. Just as Alfred expected, it was still nighttime in the real world. It was easy to find Arthur's neighborhood in the darkness, as he was used to going to his foster home, after all. The foster home Arthur would move away from in the morning.
It wasn't long in the silence before Alfred found the orphanage and helped Arthur land onto the windowsill.
"It's about time I'll be able to forget you," Arthur muttered, not even sparing Alfred a final glance.
"Goodbye, then," Alfred forced himself to smile wider. "I promise I won't bring you back again."
Arthur simply laid down onto his bed and seemed to be trying to fall asleep.
"Love you, too," Alfred sighed and turned to fly onto the ground. It was cold, which wasn't good with his thin clothing from the island, but it would probably last until he would be able to find his brother.
He looked up at the sky, finding that second star to the right as if trying to make sure he wouldn't forget it.
"So long, then," he smiled softly. "I had some good times."
Bah, I'm sorry this is so short! But there's only so much you can do when you plan out these chapters to be longer than they really are... Whatever... one chapter left and I swear it gets happier. The next one is in Arthur's perspective and there will be a bit of a time skip, so I'm sorry for that.
I updated early because I had the time and I still feel bad about making you guys wait so long for the last one...
And I have a question for you guys! So, my friends and I are going to be making our own Pokemon comic with our own original characters and plotline and everything. That will be uploaded on DeviantArt, while I'll be uploading the written version at the same time. My question for you is; would you want to read it? It will probably my main thing for quite some time, probably a couple years, since it's so long already. I will be writing other things with it, but it will be my main worry. So please tell me if you would want to read it so I know it'll be at least somewhat liked. Depending on the reaction, I may give you the summary next week to see what everyone has to say about it.
And please review!