Chapter 5, Revelations

"Your both English bastards, aru!"

Forest jolted from his sleep as his little annoying bastard of a muscle memory woke caused him to jolt off the bed and onto the floor in a slight self defense stance. This in turn, caused Arthur to jolt from his chair next to the bed awake a glaring. Since both brothers were not really good in the mornings, was it really a surprise when both of them relaxed and glared acid at them while saying,

"What the bloody fucking hell do you good for nothing shitty bastards want?!"

The four backed up as they saw the dark aura coming from the two of them, but guess what? Francis is going to be Francis.

"Hon hon hon, didn't get enough sleep non?~"

The room darkened from the mere dark aura radiating from both Arthur and Forest as their temper flared.

At that moment, Francis was saved from potential manslaughter various ways of making him into a girl by the doctor as she walked in, hair still in a messy bun, pulled Francis by the ear stating that 'His services were needed in the kitchen' as she dragged him up and out the door.

After a round of Starbucks, given by Trick, earl grey tea for Arthur and double chocolatey chip for Forest, they calmed down to the point where they were now only mildly annoyed with the morning interruption. Amazing what a good drink can do. Still, there was still a bit of hell to be dealt with.

"You are alright though da?" Asked Ivan. Forest nodded his head, he was smart enough to sense the easily dismissible underline of worry. My relation to Arthur, he mentally dismissed, he's worried that Arthur will hate him for what Natalia did.

"Haha, yeah. That was totally not cool," said Alfred as he stood by the door.

"Ayah, things have gone to bad since you took days off Arthur, aru," said Yao as he proceeded to talk.

"I thought you all could take care of it," said Arthur raising an eyebrow. Yao was very capable, even if he didn't really do much of the paperwork most of the time.

"Oui, but sadly, the student body will only take orders from the demon king," said Francis as he had just arrived. Noticeably staying a few feet away from Arthur and Forest. Just as Arthur was about to comment on that, at the same time, Forest had thrown a straw wrapper at Francis with an accuracy of a sniper; meanwhile Ludwig, Vash, and Antonio walked in.

"Hola mi amigos!" said Antonio happily as he walked in, carrying...churros? Forest, being eagle eyed and about as starved as a man who hadn't eaten for weeks instantly snatched the churros out of Antonio's hand and took a Spinosaurus chunk size of a bite before anyone could even react to the sudden and fluid motion made in the art of quick and simple thievery.

"Hungry," was all he said as he finished off the last of the 14 inches long churros.

Ludwig blinked as it appeared that the food had simply disappeared, but clearing his throat and remembering that the reason why he was here was not to stare at Arthur's clearly amused facial expression. Though let's face it, everyone but the starved one was looking at it. Ludwig mentally shook his head at himself and proceeded to clear his throat, gaining everyone's undivided attention,

"Mr. Kirkland, i'm afraid zhere has been an incident".

Arthur and Forest exchanged looks and proceeded to let a questioning look flow on their faces. Giving the signal that Vash was allowed to continue what Ludwig started.

"Zhere has been a vandalism threatening both you and Forest," said Vash, "Specifically you Forest".

"How much is the damage?" Stated Forest instantly.

"I'm afraid there is too much to count," said Ludwig, "We don't have the funding to fix it, even with the private attendance most are here on government scholarships".

"Then run a fun raiser, or bake sale better yet," said Arthur, taking the words right out of Forest's mouth. He turned to Antonio, "Your the MC, work something out".

"Eh, well we were actually planning that Arturo," said Antonio, nervously shifting from the undivided attention both emerald and forest colored orbs that were solely focused on him, "We were going to wait for your sign off first".

"I can cook up some stuff as soon as i'm out of here," said Forest, "It's not like i'm going to let you guys do all the work".

"The threats are probably the only reason why they won't let us do anything public," said Arthur.

"That vould be correct," said Vash.

"Not exactly the best way to do things," said Forest, "this will go two ways. The guy who did it will either want us to hide, or want us out. We're not sure is the problem".

"Dudes, what do you expect us to do?" Said Alfred, who seemed to be annoyed with the no sure decision.

"Arthur can you go get me some food please?" Said Forest suddenly, "I'm still hungry".

"Sure," said Arthur, a bit tentative to do so, either way; he stepped out the door.

Forest turned to Alfred sharply and stated with vigor, "I expect you to take care of Arthur, i'm not that oblivious, and you owe him that much".

"Oblivious how?" Asked Francis suddenly.

Forest rolled his eyes at the act, "Oh please, i'm not that much of an idiot. I see that way you people look at him, and I know what happened. A fucking stupid man told everyone Arthur was cursed, and you lot have been nothing but assholes to him ever since. That is until I came along".

"I asked around," he continued, "the people here know a lot of things, and I heard from a certain drunk Scotsman. What happened after that? Arthur's parents died of a car crash, which leads to the further asshole behavior of both you and his brothers".

He made a sound of frustration which caused the blood pressure monitor to beep more urgently, but everyone ignored it in favor of listening the ever increasing angry tone of speech coming from the black haired one with green highlights.

"You wanna know how I met Arthur," he drawled sarcastically with a undertone of spite, "I saw him trying to hang himself, and that's how I met him. Then I find you assholes are the reasons why he was nothing but a former husk of himself. I mean he used to be-"

He halted his rant as chokes and a sound of pain forced themselves out of his throat. Chokes and gasps sounded through the room as his muscles spazzed, and through instinctual reaction, everyone tried to get him to stop, or at least not to hit himself or bite his own tongue off. Yao went off to get the doctor in here, which only took two minutes tops to get her in here spouting instructions to Trick and the others. Even if the hospital had a couple of well muscled employes, Forest was no weakling despite his size and body shape. So Aki had no choice but to utilize the combined strength of Ludwig, Alfred, and Ivan to keep the spazzing body steady. Even then, Forest let out a gasp of panic as he was held down and punched Ivan hard enough to knock him out.

"Shit!" She cursed as she motioned for Trick to get her a clean needle, grabbing the held out needle, she quickly stabbed the back on Forest's neck. Causing the spasms to cease and his eyes rolled back into his head. The heart monitor beeped back to a steady pace, thus causing everyone but the doctor to relax.

She stood frozen in place as the events rolled through her head over and over again.

"What happened?" She asked calmly, well masking the internal conflict.

"É was-" Francis shook his head, "Explaining zhings...personal things, zhen é was talking about how Arthur was before, and that was when he started spazzing".

"No question then," she breathed, "it has to be phycological, despite minor health discrepancies; he's in perfect health".

"Minor discrepancies?" Asked Trick with a raised eyebrow.

She shook her head, "I was doing some digging, his condition is rare, and I was trying to look for something. It bothered me to the point where I surrounded myself with piles and piles of paperwork".

"And?"

"I promised him that I wouldn't say anything that reveals what he told me about his past," she said point blank. Trick just sighed, because it was simply impossible to get her to say anything that has been specifically said not to be said.

"What the bloody hell happened?" Asked Arthur, who walked in with a vanilla scone from Starbucks.

"Muscle spasm," said Aki simply. She motioned for the others to follow her as she left saying, "I need to discuss somethings to them about when Forest here comes back to school".

The seven others followed as she lead them to a elevator that needed key and fingerprint access in order to get in. No one bothered to ask why a fingerprint was needed, but they kept quiet as they went to the 15th floor, the very top of the hospital. They proceeded to keep quiet as they got through at least 4 doors, each with different kinds of security, passwords, vocal password, rectal scan, hand print, and others. They were wondering why the office needed such security.

"The patients paper files are stored here, in my office," answered Aki, "We take privacy very seriously. The files are accessed via tablet that is hospital issued. The tablets have a tracker on them, and will sound a very loud alarm should you try to walk out with it, and should you try to copy the files, there will be a trojan virus attached to every file you try to copy. Once you open it, it sends a virus that automatically wipes the device or computer used, and causes the hard drives to short circuit themselves, making it impossible for recovery".

That left no room for questions, so as she sat down and motioned for them to take a seat. Conveniently, there was exactly seven more seats. Which they all took, and Ivan was still holding the ice pack given by Trick to nurse the blooming bruise right under his nose. They all agreed that it's not good to be punched by Forest, or Adrian, or whatever.

"You need to keep an eye on him," said Aki, "it's clear that he's not stable mental wise".

At the looks at the alarmed faces, she waved her hands at it, "I'm telling you this because it's clear that when he was discussing it, he clearly remembered something he did not want to. Definitely PTSD, that fear in his eyes when you guys held him down was not for naught".

"What's eating at me," she said, "is that he didn't appear to be afraid of you guys".

"Then who?" Asked Alfred.

'Of himself,' she secretly thought to herself, but her saying it out loud would jumpstart them of asking what had happened to him to cause such habits. It sounded like a bad spy movie, the guy goes rouge after killing what may have been innocent people and develops self amnesia from the fact that the brain always wants to protect itself from possible self harm. Then the friends he finds are curious about it, but asking him would cause the brain to actually attempt to physically harm himself for that prevention. It was a man vs. self type of war. One that would take time and the help of true friends in order for it to heal.

'I'm not to sure he would like that very much though,' she also added amusingly. Forest was as proud as he was humble. Not to mention not really that trusting,friendly front be damned, the man was almost as unwittingly manipulative as she was. Except when he really, actively didn't want to. She took a gander and glanced at the people before her, the guy was right to be at the very least slightly wary of Arthur's friends. You would be an idiot to have the type of face he has and not realize that most people were being nice to you because you were friends with a certain person, namely Arthur. Some people would be upset with this yes, but some will also take it in a stride. Forest was both, not liking it and not minding it at the same time.

It's what gnawed at her, the boy seemed so calm even in the presence of these guys. If not a bit apprehensive and tense, but she had a feeling it was for appearance. With that upper cut that put a bruise on Braginsky's upper lip, there was no doubt that the guy could handle himself pretty well too. The automatic tense and relax of his muscles also caught her eye as well. It was definitely sounding like a bad spy movie, because that would only mean that the guy was observing and adapting to every new environment he comes across.

Why, is the question?

Yes, she admitted earlier, but she knows that some governments don't have the best of people. Some are not corrupt per say, because that would mean that whoever did it, did it for their own gain. It was more like blind unguided patriotism. Not that some people weren't corrupt, but it was a sort of balance most of the time. The ones who did it purely for themselves, and the ones who believed that it was for the good of everyone, or the nation, that fact is debatable.

Still, these guys. It was arguable that all of these guys were there to get close to one Arthur Kirkland, that was a given, but she could tell that some of these guys were genuinely worried. Well, it was both actually. Some appeared to be there for Arthur, some were there for Arthur and Forest. Still, either way, she was protective of the two. Forest because he reminded her of herself sometimes, and Arthur because Arthur was the only person who stayed even if he wasn't her patient anymore. That takes guts, especially from the insane atmosphere that usually went around in her hospital.

"I want to know," she said out lout after the initial pause.

"Why do you want to get to know Evergreen?" She asked, already she knew she was close to the guy. Nicknames mean attachment in the demented mind of this doctor. Evergreen was for the eyes, and those highlights. The dude had a mild sense of style, whether it was unconscious or not.

"Er".

"Forest".

"Um, w-why not, é is very lonely-"

"Cut the bullshit Bonnefoy," she growled, hesitance automatically meant that he was unsure, "Your case of sexing up the dance floor reaches all the way to my nurses. Your flirtatious as fuck, and I know that your frustrated that your charm doesn't work on Ocean Emerald, and Evergreen even when you actually want to woo them for once".

She turned to Ivan, "You have an unsavory case of sending people in for stitches, so it would take a lot of convincing to approve you for either one of those boys".

To Alfred her tempered flared slightly as she continued pointing out flaws,
"And your hero bullshit clouds your vision, you obviously don't have a large amount of sense of reading the atmosphere, so how can you expect to know when to leave either of them alone when they don't want it. Even if you did, I know what kind of bullshit you pulled back when you guys we're in middle school".

"Ludwig," She sighed, "I can say that your not that bad, but you used too. I still remember the whole incident about religions last year. Not to mention your brother was never the best in terms, and neither were you".

"Vash, your too pushy. You instantly pull a gun when you feel someone annoy you or anyone your fond of. Your also too cold in terms of feeling, this doesn't help when either gets a mental breakdown," she continued.

"Yao, you manipulative fucker," she said, "I cannot count how many times Arthur expresses his minor annoyance with you. Not to mention you actually encourage your little cousin to be an arse to him. The fact that you call the both of them English bastard doesn't help much, and when you turned your back on Arthur when he needed help".

"And Antonio," she sighed as she said this, "You and Arthur were good friends, best friends even. All of you were until this shit started, the so called 'curse' wasn't the reason either. It was the fucking rivalry between you assholes, and you selfish bastards never stopped to think that this might also be affecting Arthur. I mean, you basically hang him out to dry. You can't expect not to feel hurt from that".

She sighed with finality and messaged her forehead with her fingers as her knees bounced against the floor.

"I'm not saying you guys are particularly bad, but Forest is right when it comes to mistrust. The sneaky bastard's not that stupid to ignore the fact that you guys haven't exactly been treating Arthur right until he came a long and I quote from him, 'Upset the balance'. Which he really isn't wrong to be paranoid about," she stated. Though, there is something about the boy, Forest, or Adrian would be debatable, that seriously tore at the back of her mind.

On the other side, the guys couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed. Alfred and Francis especially. They were the ones who had known Arthur the longest, but regardless of everything, they were the first to leave. Forest was right, they should have known better, but it was hard. They were a bunch of scrubs at the time, there was nothing they could do, but then again, it was no excuse. Francis had even started the rumor of his bad cooking to prevent Arthur from making friends with any one, because Arthur's food was delicious. Either way, no excuse.

Forest sat in his sub conscious, with the sinking feeling that he was being talked about. For the first time in a long time, the voices were finally silent. Perhaps personality was starting to salvage itself again? Wouldn't be the first time, it hadn't been that long since the other incident.

"Is he alright?" a voice in his head muttered.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," he said to...himself?

"Hn, that's good," the voice quietly said.

"How've you been?"

"Fine, hanging in there. Been a while since I actually said something huh?"

"Tch, you've been awake for the longest time that I can recall man".

"Yes, well. My assistance was needed".

"Yeah," he said, "I noticed when the old habits started kicking in".

"You mean doing some odd as fuck Jason Borne type of bullshit?"

He snorted, "Yep, and I'm not waking up grumpy as fuck every damn time now. Brightest thing all year".

"Yeah, I know. We're the same person you know".

"Some how I feel like we're breaking the fourth wall somehow...".

"How exactly?" Asked the voice, amused.

"Dunno, I still like we're having a Deadpool moment somehow. Even if we're not talking to someone who's reading this".

"Technicality speaks that we're breaking the wall right now by talking to each other, or is that a different wall?"

"Different man, it's just me talking to a different personality of me".

This was getting old fast for the two conscious minds that were currently coexisting in one body for some reason or another. And they were both still having that odd feeling like they were talked about. It was also kind of creepy to be stuck in your own head.

"Hey, you think we can imagine this to be...I don't know, a bit more tolerable? Livable to be more precise, or at least something nice, and can you do me a favor and show yourself too? It's awkward talking to a disembodied head," he said.

The voice hummed in agreement, and appeared out of the shadows as a silhouette, "Better?"

"I'd prefer to see your face," he grumbled.

The voice laughed, "If I did, you'd remember, and we'd merge back together. I don't think your going to appreciate the memories your going to get back if I do this".

"So your the reason why I get flash backs when I'm in danger?"

"To put it simply, yes. I am. I also occasionally take over for you if you haven't noticed".

"Oh yeah, thanks for avoiding that knife for me, but you sort of got me some spoilers from said memory. I remember the fire incident loud and clear, and the boys at the house".

"Trust me, it's not worst memory you have".

"You would know?"

"I'm you before you forgot, minus the manipulative and the habit of avoiding certain things part; that carried on I'm afraid".

He sighed, was it really this hard to get a straight answer from him?

"Then why do I usually have the feeling I need to cover my tracks and knowledge?"

"Some habits cannot simply be silenced, or covered up. You of all people know this".

"Yeah, we both know this, but still- Wait, this looks familiar," he paused to look around the room. It looked familiar.

"One of our fondest memories," the silhouette, "Did you know the brain never actually forgets anything?"

"Oh?"

"It simply stores it in the back, but over time, the compiling of new memories start to cover them. Making it near impossible to call them up at will. However," he motioned around himself, "in this place. We control everything, including memories. This is one of the first memories we have".

It was a room painted light green with white accents, there was one window with a darker shade of green as a blind. There was a neat bookshelf and a box of toys in the corner, along with cribs. Two cribs.

"The nursery room," he muttered to himself. Before he met his bunch of poor excuse for parents.

"Yes," the silhouette, "Unfortunately we do not remember anything before this, such as our parents, but for one, it's as close to our real home as we're going to get. Second, the average human brain could only hold memories for so long. I believe we were at least 2 at this time".

"Hn, still feels weird".

"I know".

"Of course you would".

On the out side, Arthur remained as he watched Forest's chest move along with his breathing. Soon, he would have to go to school to get the paperwork that no doubt accumulated in his absence. As well as the fact that he needed to organize the bake sale. The local pub agreed to sell some of their foods during their yearly Octoberfest, which would be over seen by Ludwig and Gilbert since their father owned the pub. Allistor used his new job as a bar tender to spread the word about the bake sale that was going to happen the following week. All while Forest decided to go on a small little comma trip while he was gone. Would this bastard ever cease worry him?

"Your an ass you know that?" He said no one in particular, well. No one awake. He could tell that the sleeping arse was dreaming though, if the twitches on his hand and his eyes shifting behind his eyelids were going to say anything. He sighed as he opened his laptop, as Ludwig had brought it. It wasn't the one in his office, but the one he always kept nice and freshly updated in his desk at the Round Table.

He went to creating the fliers that would be spread for the bake sale, and he wouldn't usually be the one to do this, as it was usually the Vargas brothers that were doing these sort of artsy projects. He didn't see the harm in doing it himself, and Mr. Vargas had approved on the bake sale fundraiser. Clearly he didn't have that much paperwork, so doing the fliers was right as rain.

"You look like you have a stick up your ass".

His head sharply turned to see said ass looking at him with an amused expression. Well, if you counted the fact that this bastard was smirking with a pure evil expression as he laid on his bed, his hands folded as he laid there. Like nothing was wrong.

An angry mark appeared on his head as he smacked (lightly, he didn't want the bastard to go back in a coma) the slightly chuckling bastard up the head as he added, "Asshole" for good measure.

"So," he said observing the various typing Arthur was doing, "how's the bake sail coming along".

"Fairly well, surprisingly," said Arthur, continuing to type, he had finished the flyer already, so there was no harm in doing his paperwork. Of course, normally he would have been doing his homework had it been a year ago, however, at the insistence of their school principal, Mr. Vargas, he had no homework for the year. Why? Apparently because Mr. Vargas firmly believed that if your the school president, then you're allowed to have no homework. So he made a compromise with Mr. Vargas, he would continue his duties as both a student and the president of this school, but he did all the homework in the summer. Of course this meant that he had already learned what they were teaching, so it resulted on him only having to attend the classrooms.

"There you go again," said Forest.

"There I go again what?" Asked Arthur, raising an eyebrow at the accusing glance.

"You zone off a lot you know that? You would say something and have this, far away, look in you eyes".

"And who says that you don't do the same thing?"

"I never said I didn't-"

"Alright cut the verbal spar!" Said Trick as she waltz in, "Aki is currently up in her office giving the boys a little one two for disturbing your sleep beauty queen, so don't you worry your pretty little head".

"Really? Beauty Queen?"

"What? You woke up like a pampered princess who just got her beauty sleep disturbed, seriously. It disturbingly fits".

Forest pulled a pout as he crossed his arms grumbling, "When am I allowed to get out?"

"Hush hush little beauty queen, just need to check your vitals and it'll be the last you have to stare at theses white walls. Hopefully," she said checking the machine and doing what the average nurse does, checking blood pressure, asking for whatever hurts, and stuff like that.

"There was really no reason to keep me here longer than necessary," He grumbled.

"Dude, you got stabbed, I think 'longer than necessary' is necessary," she stated, turning off the machine as she motioned it was okay to remove the little sensors.

'Been there, done that, not much of an improvement on my part,' he thought to himself. Arthur stayed silent, but Forest knew. Which is why he kept the front side in front of said person. The hospital gown was rather loose, but the back was open. He never saw his own back, not that he remembered, but the little voice told him not to let Arthur see.

"You know why, you just don't remember," said the little voice.

Internally, he rolled his eyes. Now he was going to have a little commentator on everything wasn't he? He wondered if he should have checked himself into the psych ward.

"We both know that the food there sucks balls".

"Oh shut up".

As they were finally got out the hospital, Arthur caught the bandaged hand and lifted it up to his eyesight.

"We're did you get this?"

"Accident, when you were gone," he said shrugging, "Poor cook was clumsy as fuck".

"Hn, is this going to affect your cooking?"

Forest snorted as he leveled a look at him, "Of course not, I'm more worried about the others".

They had decided to walk toward the school instead, and as they had switched clothes, it was a Saturday. Arthur was wearing a long sleeve white buttoned down shirt with black jeans with a silver chain hanging out, along with beat up combat boots. It wasn't his usual style in front of his classmates, but it was Saturday, no one should be there at this hour. Forest had a similar outfit, which strangely came from Dr. Aki, he had a black buttoned down long sleeve shirt that was folded up to his elbows, secured by a small belt, he was also wearing a dark grey waistcoat and black slacks with converse. Strangely, they both pulled off the look. Though why Dr. Aki even had these clothes was a mystery. They asked of course, but she said something about forgetting social gatherings that, as head of the hospital, she had to attend, as well as occasionally forgetting it was even that time of the day. It was really no surprise that she would "forget" though, she didn't seem to like whole party scene.

"It's a damn waste of my time," she had said to Forest as he was recovering, when Arthur was not in the hospital, "Why go to a useless social gathering with brown noses when you can save a guy's life? Seriously, most of those doctors don't even practice anymore. Unlike me, I'm always updated on proceeders should there be an emergency".

Though the memory quickly slipped his mind as he asked what was bothering ever since they agreed to do most of the baking at school, "Tell me why again the school has a whole professional culinary, state-of-the-art, 5-star kitchen?"

"Because the Vargas twins, and the Frog like to cook, and the school has a culinary course if you don't remember," answered Arthur. Forest nodded as they unlocked the door and headed for the kitchen.

"What are you going to make anyway?" Asked Arthur.

Forest smiled, "Lengua de Gato, and Sans Rival. Direct translation of Lengua De Gato is cats tongue, mostly because it resembled one and it's more of a cookie. Sans Rival is like a layer sweet cake with layers of buttercream and shopped cashews, both are Filipino foods and they're both delicious".

Pulling on an apron as soon as they got in the kitchen, Forest pulled a smile, "Let's get baking shall we?"

(Time-skip)

Forest sighed as he labeled the last of the cookie jars. They had three eight by seven trays of Sans Rival in the large fridge, and they had around 50 jars filled with Lengua De Gato. Who knew the kitchen had so many appliances, it's a good thing they had a big ass washing machine too.

He went up to meet Arthur and the others in the front, grabbing the jar he spared himself one as he got out the door, throwing his apron back on the wall. He didn't really dirtied it either, but he figured he better not take risks. The others had come out from the hospital, and he wanted them to taste the Lengua, but the Sans Rival was not going to be touched until the bake sale, that was the number one rule.

As he got out, he saw them surrounded on the front of the wall, right outside the school. He approached silently, and saw what the big fuss was. Written on the wall in paint was a message, a message that disturbed him greatly,

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE SNAKE.

Snake, that was him. The Snake, the spy. Though, he never thought it would catch up with him. Heck, he didn't even remember much of the details.

"...Cookies?" He said raising the jar up for anyone to grab.

"FOREST!" They all turned and saw Dr. Aki running their way, with a file tucked under her arm.

She huffed and puffed as she stopped in front of them, "I found what was bothering me so much".

"And?" Said Forest, he didn't expect results so quickly, he only told her about the flash backs and the voice in his head. As well as his condition.

"Forest," She stated, "Your condition is extremely rare, not many people get it, and we only had one case of that here".

She pushed up her glasses, "This also describes why you and Arthur look alike, despite hair color, you dyed yours because of your condition, and your eyes, but that's only when the circumstances are right".

Forest understood and dragged both Aki and Arthur to an empty classroom, then he faced her again, "Carry on doctor".

"Forest, your from here," she said.

"What? I was born in London-"

"No, you were born here, you had your childhood in London, Forest-Adrian," she stated looking at him seriously, "I checked even on the international files, Forest or Adrian, you don't exist on the data base, and everyone is recorded. You say you had foster parents".

"Yeah, some assholes took me from my crib. That's what they said".

"You also said that they weren't your real parents, you also said that this place-Arthur looked extremely familiar to you".

"Yes".

"What's you point Doctor?" Asked Arthur, tired of being the third person.

"I used a DNA test to confirm my suspicions," she handed the files to Adrian-or whoever he was.

He faltered as he looked at the file, it was a blaring confirm of relation, now the damn near perfect similarities between him and Arthur made sense, now his undisputed trust on Arthur made sense, now, now he understands why he got so made at the other students for allowing Arthur to get down so far.

"K-Kirkland," he breathed, looking at the picture that was undoubtedly him, the blond hair with white highlights one his two year old's self's head, his green with slightly yellow speckles in his eyes due to crying.

He breathed again, and Arthur was also having a hard time believing it too.

"I-I am," he gulped and quickly controlled his stutter, "I'm the twin brother of Arthur Kirkland; William Kirkland".

A/N: DIDN'T EXPECT THAT DIDYA? DIDYA?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Frankly, i'm surprised no one suspected a thing, but all the more reason to go through with the plan, kesesesesesesese. Anyway, yeah, Adrian/Forest = William. That's why I couldn't put that lovely threesome. However, I still need to know who to pair up with Arthur, so hopefully the poll is showing up on my profile, so there if you please. If you can't find it, just PM me who you want to see Arthur with, and we'll be A. OK. So yeah, have a good day/Night.

Disclaimer: I only own Adrian/Forest/William, and the story. Anything and everything else belongs to their respectful owners.