Lysander POV

After all that stuff happened, we had taken a bus, train, whatever means of transportation we came across, except the air. We walked a lot, too, and only stopped when Amelia threatened to collapse. Do not ask me why King didn't first, but luckily we were only a state away from Nevada, and there, Death City.

After about three days, we rented a room at a motel. Just one... with one bed, one bathroom, one mini-fridge looking thing, and one small TV (although, we didn't care for it. Amelia only knew what it was because she reads so much, King thought it was some funky mirror, and it just creeped me out that a block of gray plastic was sitting there on the desk taking up space). Amelia immediately crashed on the floor. King... I think he went to hang out on the bathroom floor. But I ended up with the bed, and I wasn't going to turn it down.

I sigh and look at the alarm clock. It was two in the morning. Rubbing my eyes, I move deeper down into the sheets of the bed.

"Lizzy!" King rushes to my bed and jumps on, practically landing on top of me. "Look at this!" He shoved a- an advertisement paper? Yeah, one for a restaurant called Sushi Maru.

"What about it?" I ask.

"Sushiiiiiiiiiiiiii~" I push him off my bed. "Is that all you wanted to do?"

"Not quite," he said, and got back on. "I just wanted to say congratulations on getting into the DWMA, I hope you like it." Somehow while we were on a bus or something, Amelia had miraculously found the time to send a letter to the Death Weapon Mister Academy, requesting that we be enrolled into the school. Well, just Amelia and me. The letter of approval arrived just about a day ago, and we hadn't told King about it, so I wonder how he knew.

I raise my eyebrow regardless, I was curious why he was saying good bye, it's not like we were going to abandon him, he'd be helpless on his own. "Aren't you coming with us? To Death City?"

King shakes his head. "I'm going back to Egypt."

I feel my mouth open slightly. "To Egypt? Why there, why not stay with us?"

"Why stay with you when I can't be with you guys all the time anyway?"

I don't notice I'm shaking until King reaches up to touch my shoulder. "Are you okay? Not cold or anything, are you?"

I shake my head. Honestly, I'm speechless. When I went into our old school, King arrived just months after me, and immediately took a liking to me. He always stayed with me. Now, I couldn't imagine him not being in my life. "But why, King-"

"I already told you. I don't think Amelia would like me being around that much unsupervised anyway." He smiled and shrugged. "And I guess I'm Tutankhamen now." He got up and stretched. "Tiṣbaḥ 'ala kẖayr, ana baħibbak." He began making his way toward the door.

I was faced with two options- 1: Let him walk away and possibly never see him again, or 2: Drag his sorry ass back in here. "King!" I get out of my sheets and run at King, shoving him into the door. King was so surprised his head went back and hit the door. Really hard. He fell on top of me, knocked out. "Oh... shit." I say. There was a hole in the door, and King possibly had a concussion.

Amelia groans and sits up. "What the hell are you guys doing-" Her eyes slightly widen at the sight. "Lysander, either you've gone desperate or King's head has a mind of its own, but I seriously think you should put him down before he wakes up and possibly rapes you right there."

I quickly set him down on the bed. "He was going to-"

"I thought so. He thinks we don't want him around." she interrupts.

"Do you want him?" The words burst out of my mouth, my emotions getting the better of me. I quickly try to quiet it down, but no luck. My breath gets ragged, and my eyesight blurry. "I just... I want him with me..."

Amelia turns and hugs me. "There's nothing wrong with that. And yes, I still want him around. He is my friend, after all." She pulls back and grabs my shoulders. "But we won't be able to change his mind about going to his homeland."

"Then how do we-"

"I've thought it all out." She looks at me, a small smile playing at her. "Trust me."

I nod and wipe my face. I don't know why I was being so emotional, I guess it was just from my last experience. Having found a friend... love. And then losing it suddenly. Except this was in reality, not a stupid-

"Do you want to do anything before we get to Death City?" Amelia asks me, her glasses shining bright.

"Well..." I stare at King for a moment. He looks so vulnerable when he's asleep, and yet, so much more mature. "Shopping. That would cheer him up some, and we need new clothes anyway. Not to mention..." I look back at Amelia. "We need to fix ourselves up some."

Author's Note: I hope it's good so far, and sorry I haven't been able to upload very much. I'd like to give my thanks to Sky Sword, for the random ideas that she gives me to put in this story (ha, there ya go). Also, I'd appreciate it if you guys could review some, give me some tips for the story, give me random ideas to put in here. And sorry about the whole past/present tense words, I'm just confused on what to put it in at the present time. Well then, I guessssss that's alllllllllll... Oh, wait, and I've also been thinking about changing the rating to M... for safety- okay, that's a lie, I just wanna put more pervy stuff in, but please, tell me!

'Tiṣbaḥ 'ala kẖayr, ana baħibbak' - 'Goodnight, I love you' in Arabic (Egyptian)