A/N: And, like that, another chapter is done.

Okay, just a heads up, I'm going to be taking a month off from writing, but I'm not leaving for good. I think because I've been writing so much I've lost my touch with the art so I need some time to myself. If I feel like it during my month, I may spit out a chapter or two for fun, but that's a low possibility.

For the moment, however, I would like your feedback on what I should do next in this story. Someone said they Shipped Mason and Ink, but I still don't know about writing that in quite yet. This would aid me greatly if anyone has any ideas.

Also, I will be starting on two new stories in the future. One is a Death Note/Black Butler crossover, and the other is a story around the boys falling into an Alternate Dimension where none of them ever met. Where L never became L, Mello was a spoiled brat of a noble, Matt never got off drugs, and Near stayed in his abusive family. (I don't know, but I like the idea)

As always, thank you for understanding, and enjoy the chapter!

(Lucas P.O.V)

The descent took a bit longer than I thought it would but in time we found the end. From there we followed the lit hallway towards a chamber with two large doors. As if expecting us, they opened up to reveal a large room with stone tombs surrounding a tall glass tomb. In it was a skeleton, garbed in kingly attire.

In its hands… it could only be Excalibur.

All we could see was the hilt o the sword, but we knew what it was.

"We found it!" I exclaimed in excitement. "WE FOUND IT!"

Lara jumped into a hug. "I KNOW! IT'S REAL!"

I swung her around and stayed in the hug for as long as I could before realizing how close we were together.

She must have realized this as well because she let me go immediately and backed away. A slight tinge of pink on her cheek. I so desperately wanted to tell her how beautiful she was when she blushed, but I held my tongue for fear of her laughing at me.

I took a breath. "So… what do we do now? Tell the British Museum of this discovery?"

She was silent for a few moments before she spoke her mind. "But… then Arthur wouldn't be a myth anymore."

"Yeah, but he's history's greatest King! Shouldn't it be known that he was real?"

She ignored my question as she walked up to the tomb made of glass and looked into it with sorrow. I followed suit and I couldn't believe what had came over me in an instant.

King Arthur… the King of all Britain's… he was real. And he was gone. Died in battle with his bastard son Mordred. If he went to a museum his peace in the afterlife would be disturbed.

I looked at Lara. "And Excalibur? Are we really going to ignore the fact that it's real too?"

She blinked before turning away. "If you want to destroy Arthur's tomb for his weapon then be my guest. I'm sure your father would be proud to hear about this."

"Excuse me?" I said incredulously. "Weren't you just as excited to get your hands on Excalibur a few moments ago?"

She lowered her head. "If it were separate from him, then yes. But I won't destroy and raid my King's tomb for a silly object like a weapon."

I huffed before grabbing a stone. "Fine then. I'll break it myself. More glory for me."

I went to strike the tomb when I looked into the hollow eyes of my King. The man who had ruled Britain so long ago. A man from the noble caste… one who knew my ancestors most likely… and here he was laid to rest in Avalon.

I looked over to the other tombs and noticed they all had names upon the foot of the coffins.

Bors, Pellinor, Gallahad, Percival, Aglovale, Agravain, Bedivere, Bagdemagus, Cador, Caradoc, and so many others. I remembered all of them from the legends. They were the nights of the round table. Buried by their King to serve him in the afterlife. The tomb that was closest to him belonged to Merlyn. All his knights, all faithful and ready to die for their King, had been placed beside him, in a circle, to commemorate their faith in him.

I turned back to the glass tomb and looked at the long dead King of England…

…I couldn't do it.

Arthur may be gone from the world of the living, but his spirit still lived. And could I steal from my King knowing he could very well be watching me? Him and his band of chivalrous knights? No… it was best to leave the dead in peace.

I dropped my stone. "You're right." I admitted, dropping to my knees. "It'd be a sin to steal from my King. No matter how much glory and fame it would give me, Arthur died to protect his people. Should I repay him by stealing the weapon he shielded us with?" I shook my head, tears in my eyes. "What a god awful person I am for thinking that."

I felt a hand on my shoulder and a warm, familiar voice speak up.

"Our King would be proud of you."

I turned to see dad looking at me with a grin on his face. Behind him was both Da and Uncle Near. I was both relieved to see them… and scared out of my mind.

I somehow knew he'd find us down here.

"Dad? I…"

He held up a hand. "I'll deal with your punishment later. You and Lara need to leave this place immediately. It's not safe- -"

A loud explosion stopped him and we all looked around in panic.

"What's going on!?" Lara asked in fright.

Her father held her close. "I don't know. But we need to leave before it gets to us."

Da grabbed my shoulder and guided me to the exit while dad took the lead with his pistols. I'd never seen my father fire a weapon before… but I almost didn't want to.

We'd just made it to the stairs when another voice rang out.

"FREEZE!" Came the familiar voice of Rottwood as he held a gun to my father's skull. "Don't any of you move!"

We held up our hands as men with guns all filed into the rounded room. Two men separated me and Lara from our dads as the others backed them into a wall. When we were out of his way, Rottwood made his way to the glass tomb.

"So… Arthur is real. Perfect. This means his sword is real as well."

I surged forward but was pulled back by the man behind me. "Don't you dare touch him!"

He chuckled at me. "Boy, it's not Arthur I want. All I want," he paused, grabbing the same stone I'd dropped, "is his sword."

He smashed the glass into pieces, and the body inside crumbled forward. The crown on his head rolling to a stop in front of me, and his sword fallen to the floor in a careless fashion.

Rottwood chuckled. "The grand prize is mine it would seem. Sorry to disappoint, Mihael." He looked to my father. "But this is just business."

Surprisingly, my father sneered at him. "Oh? Well then, take it and go. If you can."

He growled at my father before bending over and taking the sword by the hilt… but it didn't budge.

He tried again… but he still could not life the sword.

He started grunting. "What is this!? How in blazes…!"

I could hear dad chuckle to himself. "You're forgetting one thing. That sword was made for Arthurs and him alone. The only one who can lift it are him and his descendants. But Mordred is dead, and he claimed no heir. The line ended with him… so he handed his sword to one of his men to use. Only the descendants of that knight may lift the sword."

Rottwood looked at my father. "What on earth do you mean? That was never…!"

"Only the heir to the throne may bring the sword from his stone." My father repeated the words of old. "Arthur was the true heir to the throne of England. Therefor that sword was his and his alone. Only those he deemed worthy could hold his sword."

"THE SWORD IN THE STOND AND EXCALIBUR ARE TWO DIFFERENT WEAPONS!" Rottwood screamed at him, messing up his perfectly coiffed hair.

My father's eyes rolled. "The Lady of the Lake put this into mind while forging Excalibur. Only Arthur, his heirs, and his trusted are given the opportunity to wield the sword Excalibur."

I heard Da laugh at this. "Looks like you aren't getting anything, Rotty! Game over!"

"NO! I RUFUSE TO LOSE TO YOU TWO FAGGOTS!" He grabbed his pistol and aimed for my dad…

…then everything was like a blur.

All I remember was getting angry, then next… blood…

…lots of blood…

…from the blade of Excalibur to the hilt where my hands laid…

…had I truly…?

I pulled out the sword and Rottwood fell to the floor clutching his wound. He and his men were in shock at what I'd just done… and I as no different.

The man on the floor got scared of me. "Get me out of here! NOW!"

His men were jerky in their movements but they helped him to his feet.

"Sir, about the witnesses…"

"Leave them…" he said venomously. "Just… leave them…"

They quickly departed and the rest was up to us.

I dropped Arthur's sword and fell to my knees in shock. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I'd actually tried to kill someone… me! How could I… why would… it was just so scary. To know I had that in me. It was sickening to think about.

My dad put a hand on my shoulder. "It's alright, son. Just breathe."

I shook my head. "I can't… I just can't… I tried to kill someone…"

My Da pulled me into a hug. "Relax, my boy. You were just trying to protect the ones you love. Any one of us could have done the same."

I shook with fright as I began to cry. I hadn't ever thought about how easy it was to end a life, yet I tried to do so anyways. Even if it was in the name of protecting my loved ones, it was still scary to think that with the right provocation I could end someone forever. How could murderers sleep at night with that thought?

I noticed my dad walk over to the sword and pick it up without hesitation. That's when I realized something.

He chuckled. "Well, it looks like granddad was right."

"I thought you said only Arthur's trusted and descendants could wield his sword." Lara mentioned.

Dad only scoffed. "My grandfather used to tell me we were related to Bedivere, Arthur's most trusted knight. He brought Excalibur back from the field of battle to let it rest with Arthur in his eternal afterlife. I suppose I am his ancestor."

He looked over to the corpse of Arthur and began working to rest him in his previous state. Although the glass had been shattered, Arthur was placed back into his position and his crown upon his head once more. All that was left was his sword.

He turned to Near first. "Take them back upstairs and…"

"Hold on." I stopped him. "You guys once told me that you don't know who's kid id whose because you swore never to find out. Since both dad and I can pick up Excalibur…"

Before I could finish, dad took the sword and handed it over to Da. And, just like that, both of my fathers could wield the blade itself.

I backed off then. I knew they wanted to keep this fact secret from us, but I knew I'd get to the bottom of it someday. There was always a chance to learn something new in my family.

Dad chuckled. "A good try, son. But it's also the trusted that may be able to wield Arthur's blade. I am a descendant of the trusted, and I trust both you and your father. There are no ties here."

I sighed. "Fine… I will find out someday, though!"

We turned to the stairs but before we were out of sight…

"And one more thing, children."

Lara and I turned to him.

He flared his nostrils a tad. "You're both grounded for three months."

Lara and I sunk a bit. I suppose that was good enough of a punishment.

(Matt P.O.V)

As Near and the two disappeared up the stairs, I looked to the blonde beside me.

"So, care to explain this?" I asked as I held up the sword.

He took it back from me. "Like I said, you and Lucas are trusted people in my life."

He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? You sure you don't want to confess something?"

He grinned at me before placing the sword back in Arthur's possession. "What good would that do, Matt? He's our son… not just mine."

I chuckled at that. "I suppose you're right.

(Lara P.O.V)

"So, what was it like to hold Excalibur?" I asked Lucas excitedly as we sat on the grass, waiting for Mello and Matt to finish giving their 'report' to L and Light.

I knew they wouldn't say anything about Arthur or his tomb. They wanted to preserve it's majesty as much as we did.

Lucas shrugged. "I don't really know. I just wanted to protect my dad. I didn't even think about the sword I was wielding, just that everyone was okay."

I smiled happily at that. "I'm glad you were the one to control it. Anyone else and it'd be a waste of metal."

He grinned slightly. "Thanks."

"Lara," My father called. "Come on, we have to go home now."

I sighed heavily as I stood up, Lucas along with me. "Tell your brothers and sisters that I'm sorry for getting them grounded."

He scoffed. "Please, I helped in this just as much as you did."

I gave the tiniest grin before looking away. I was about to leave him when something came over me and I just couldn't deal with not knowing anymore.

I turned around and gave Lucas a quick peck on the cheek before running off back to my father who waited for me. I didn't even look back to see his reaction.

A/N: Just so there's no confusion, I'm not done with this story yet. I'm just taking a small break for a while. I will come back to this I promise!

I couldn't breathe. Hell I could barely register what had happened.

Lara… kissed me?

I looked back at her to see she'd already jumped into the limousine and was on her way home.

I couldn't let her just get away with that… now could I?

I ran after the vehicle as fast as I could. It hadn't reached top speed yet when I knocked on the window where she was sitting.

The window rolled down, and she poked her head out. "Lucas? What on earth…?"

"You want to go out!?" I blurted, not even thinking.

She blinked. "Are you insane?!"

I shrugged. "Maybe! Yes or no?!"

She took a pause and the vehicle got faster, too fast to follow. I ended up stopping to catch my breath, but what happened next took it away again.

"I'd love to!" I heard her call to me. "After I'm done being grounded though!"

I couldn't help the giant smile on my face. "I'll call you then!"

That's when her father called back instead of her. "No you won't!"

I grinned cheekily to myself. "Oh, yes I will."

I turned back to find my family and ran to the field to join them. I couldn't wait to tell someone about this! About having a date with the one girl I'd idolized since I was ten.

…but… there was one problem I faced…

…

I'd never been on a date before.

Oh well. How bad could it get?