Thank you for all reviewing my story! I'm so pleased that all you people injoyed this story maybe more than I did LOL XD. I'm even happier that you liked my Nanashi! I thought that maybe I was OOCing him too much by making him a pervert, but let's get this straight: he doesn't exactly have sex with them against their will. I'll just say that the girls he choses to "entertain" are hussies LOL.

Old Friends Need Old Enemies

Fear clutched at his heart. He froze completely. He couldn't move. He started to cry. He left me! He left me alone! He said he wouldn't!

The door opened and Alviss walked in holding a tray of food. He stopped still. Something was wrong with Rolan. He was curled into the foetal position in the corner on his bed, crying once more.

Alviss sighed and set down the tray on the bedside table. It had been a long month and still Rolan was afraid. He couldn't sleep unless Alviss sat next to him, he started crying like a child when he awoke and all he seemed to care about was clinging onto Alviss like a lover. Alviss trembled slightly. Those eyes were so needy...

"Rolan? Are you ok?" he cautioned, sitting on the edge of his bed. Rolan stared at him with confused, distant eyes. They brightened up.

"Al!" he cried happily. He flung himself at Alviss and they both fell in a heap onto the floor. Alviss struggled to get up while Rolan hung himself off his neck, laughing. "Al, I missed you!" he whimpered, hugging him tighter.

"Rolan, I can't breathe," Alviss choked. Rolan quickly let go and grabbed his arm instead. Alviss watched him as he childishly held his hand and hugged it, like a little boy who's shy and hiding behind his mother does. He blushed. If Nanashi saw this... he thought weakly.

"Al! What are we going to do today?" Rolan asked innocently, as Alviss staggered to his feet, Rolan still hugging his arm.

"Well, you need to eat," Alviss replied, placing Rolan on the bed. "Then I thought you'd like to see everyone again with me at the cafe. So I just made you a small breakfast, because we'd have a large lunch. I hope you don't mind."

Rolan smiled his sparkly grin as Alviss set the tray of food down in front of Rolan and helped him eat, ladling the luke-warm soup into his grateful mouth. Last time Rolan was given the food to eat by himself, he spilt it all over Alviss's clean bed sheets.

"It's real good, Al," Rolan complimented, his face full of happiness. "Did you make it?"

Alviss felt his face blush. "Eh? Well, yeah..." he stumbled. No one had complimented his cooking before. The more Rolan complimented him, the harder it was for him to act cold towards the man. Everything he did seemed to please Rolan and make him smile. For some reason, Alviss liked being the object of Rolan's happiness and had become quite fond of the childish man. Of course he didn't show it, that was just how he was.

"It's just divine! It's been a good while since I had eaten such a meal. You should be a chef, or something," Rolan rambled on. Alviss smiled feebly, trying to keep on feeding Rolan through his excited lips as he continued with great passion, "And then you could own a restaurant, and it would be a 5-star restaurant, and people will come from miles to eat your food and this soup!"

"I-It's only soup, Rolan," Alviss said, stuttering a bit. "Now stop jumping around. If you like it so much, eat it." Rolan calmed down enough to finish of the soup, all the while Alviss was lost in thought, wondering what Rolan was thinking.

Once Alviss had Rolan bathed and clothed, he led him out of the house slowly. It had been awhile since Rolan had been outside and brightness hurt his eyes. He held Alviss's hand tightly. He looked around with wide-eyes. The day was beautiful. The sky a watery pale greyish-blue, a light breeze stroked his face. Rolan closed his eyes and enjoyed everything that was around him; the smells of flowers, the sounds of birds. He smiled.

Everything inside him once hurt. His heart used to bleed into his hollow body. He used to be afraid of living, yet also of dying. But now his soul was warmed and he couldn't help but to smile. Alviss was his new life, his saviour.

The problem was that every time Alviss left his side an irrational fear gripped him in a steely grasp and then everything hurt again. He started to cry, as if he had died, and he despised himself because of this. Although he was once the Forth Knight, he had become weak. Something Phantom would laugh at.

His eyes snapped open and he saw the empty graveyard. The old gnarlled trees bent over like old men, their twisted branches scrapping the frost-bitten ground. Cracked, mossey tombstones stood silently in rows; the rusty railings of a fence bordered it. Rolan's eyes widened. Among these weak, pathetic humans lay Phantom.

He seemed to be drawn to the grey tombstone that only he could pick out. He hadn't visited his grave for a long time. The weeds were beginning to crawl their way over the grave, trying to recliam the earth. Flowers that Rolan had arranged lovingly were wilted and dying. He clutched tighter at Alviss's arm. He didn't want to go back to his misery.

Alviss sensed Rolan's discomfort. He glanced down at the man. His face was pale and his eyes were full of fright. Alviss placed his other arm on his head in comfort. He noticed the graveyard across the road and understood completely. He sped up.

"Where are we going to?" Rolan whimpered weakly. The further they went from Alviss's flat, the more nervous Rolan felt. He was hanging on to Alviss's arm for dear life and was close to tears.

The streets were a lot busier here. A few people seemed to recognise Alviss as if he was some sort of hero. Some looked at Rolan in awe or in curiosity. Alviss led him towards a small cafe. Rolan felt most dispirited and depressed, he lowered his eyes and his heart leapt whenever someone looked at him, or whenever he heard his name.

"It's that Rolan nut..." one of the whisperers accused with venom in their voice. "Yes, he destroyed our village!" another whispered. "All Chess should be killed." "Chess scum!" As the whisperers became more malicious, they talked louder and with more hate.

Rolan could feel and hear their tension and hate. He whimpered, tears falling again. He buried his face into Alviss. He didn't want people pointing fingers and getting angry at him. "Murderer, murderer!" someone was shouting.

"I'm sorry!" he cried.

It was dark. Fear was gripping at him again. Phantom was laughing and pulling the strings tight. Rolan's limp arms and legs followed every pull of the strings as Phantom commanded them to do his bidding. He was laughing maniacally.

"Kill them," he demanded.

Rolan concealed himself deeper into Alviss's arms. He was scared. He wanted those strings to brake. Even though he was dead, Phantom still controlled him. He felt sickening sensation as his locked away magical power burst through his body. Alviss must've sensed it, because he clutched at Rolan suddenly, comforting him.

Rolan stopped and glanced up at Alviss. He was glaring witheringly at the people. They were all moving away. "Don't worry about them. As long as I'm with you, they won't hurt you."

He led Rolan inside the small cafИ. People still whispered and pointed behind Alviss's back, but Rolan felt safer. He walked to a table. Four people - three girls and a boy - sat at it. They all looked up at his approach and smiled.

"Hi Al!" one of the younger girls waved at him.

"Where's that Nanashi?" the older girl with pink hair asked suspiciously.

"Al! Long time, no see," the boy smiled. Alviss smiled back and sat down at the table. Rolan stood nervously behind him.

"Is that?" the other girl with blue hair and yellow eyes exclaimed.

"Hello... Pano..." Rolan muttered. Pano stared unblinkingly at him. The boy looked shocked as well.

"Yes. Everyone, this is Rolan," Alviss said, not unkindly. Pano, Jack, Dorothy and Snow's mouths dropped open.