warnings: yaoi, language, violence, arthurxall, main pairing undecided blah blah
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Lenny: Yay, i hope this get popular!
PITUP: haha me too! Thanks for the reviews everyone. And I thank the anonymous reviews too, sadly i cant directly thank them! We just figured take the popularest vote and-
Lenny: WE HAVE DECIDED THE DREAM EATER TO BE ROMANIA, in this story he shall be called Demetri.
PITUP: i have also begun a drawing/painting for the book cover ^.^
Lenny: Oh lovely. And things are going to get getting steamy. ;D
PITUP: yea... i hate to see Arthur get beat down so much DX
Lenny: We're still debating whether this story will be dark and mean, or if Arthur gets a happy ending.. and if DE(dream eater) will turn out to be bad or good. Oh wow I just noticed that DE are the first two letters of Demetri's name. Did NOT plan that.
PITUP: LOL but in the meantime, just read XD~~
A Dream Eater? Arthur thought. He had never heard anything like that before.
"What?" the Dream Eater said suddenly, "Is there something on my face?" he snickered lowly.
Arthur backed up a bit, this guy was dangerous. Not only did Arthur never hear about his kind, he had absolutely no knowledge on this guy. He did not know what he could do to defend himself.
The Dream Eater dropped down in front of Arthur gracefully. The Dream Eater wore a unbuttoned long black-tailed suit with the sleeves rolled up. From the opened suit, you could see a dark red vest with the buttons done and a matching dark red bow tie. He had black slacks that stopped under his knees with long dark grey socks on his legs. On his feet were black shiny shoes with white laces. In his black gloved hands he held a white cane elegantly. The demon's light brown hair was tied into a small black ribbon in the back, his light brown hair ended to his neck but there was a long strand of hair that ended to his chin.
As the demon walked closer Arthur could see his pointy ears had red with tints of orange earrings that matched his eyes. He also saw perching on his head a small black hat with two ribbons tied on it, one red and one a dark orange. Arthur kept backing away slowly as the being in front of him followed right after, "Wouldn't you like a wish?" he said.
"Huh?" Arthur stopped.
"I'll grant you anything you could possibly want."
A wish? Arthur's heart thumped in his chest. Wait, you shouldn't trust a demon so quickly Arthur. he said to himself. But deep in his heart he knew he needed this, wanted this wish. Fuck the world, what has it done to help him before?
The Dream Eater smirked and circled the small Brit. He had him right where he wanted him.
"One wish?" Arthur said softly looking down as he felt the demon behind him.
"One wish." The Dream Eater confirmed, "In exchange for.."
"For what?"
"Your sweet, savory dreams." the demon said licking his lips.
"You want my.. dreams?" Arthur said confused.
"I've seen them before. Lovely and pure. So innocent. The memories of happiness and joy. I bet they taste wonderful." the demon moved in front of him again, closer than ever before, "So how about it, my dear Arthur? One wish for your dreams."
Would he do this? Would he stop torturing himself with the memories? What about at school? Maybe this wish could help him... But wait! His mother! What of her? Would he forget her? She was in his dreams, she was part of his memories.
The demon saw the inner turmoil and gripped his cane, he was loosing him, "Think about it Arthur.." he whispered in his ear, lips touching his ear lobe, "Your life could be different. Whatever you want to wish for, Master, I can grant it. For your dreams.."
His mother would understand.
She would want him to do this, he told himself. Repeating it over and over in his head. Confirming it. Convincing himself. He would do this one thing, just for himself for once.
"I-I wish.." the demon looked up and his smirk widened, "I wish to be loved." he said quietly his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
The demon took his hand and bowed, "As you wish, Master.." as he got up, his face got closer to Arthur's, "Let us seal it with a kiss." his red eyes glowed bright as his lips met the blond's.
"Mmph!" blush spread over the Brit's face before his eyes widened when he and the demon were surrounded by a stunning white light. The last thing he saw was the mocking red eyes before he saw nothing, nothing at all.
xx
Arthur gasped as he sat up quickly, he looked around and his eyes widened. He was back in his room. Arthur shook his head, It was a dream. Just a dream. And maybe that was a good thing, or maybe it wasn't.. He sat back, waiting for something to pop up suddenly, but nothing did. He sighed and stood up from his bed pulling off the white sheets off from him, "Wait... how did I end up in my room?" he said to himself quietly, "As I recall, I was downstairs.." his eyes swept the room again. Nothing was out of place and no one was there. Was the Dream Eater just a dream? Arthur walked slowly to his bathroom as he looked in the mirror he froze. His arm no longer hurt.
xx
There was no possible explanation. Nothing except that the demon was real.. But it wasn't like Arthur to doubt a supernatural being! Just what was going on? Was the ..wish going to come true? And how would he know.. Arthur was busy in his doubts and thoughts as he entered the school so he didn't notice any stares or whispering. He didn't notice how he accidentally bumped into someone and how they didn't hit him or yell at him to get out of the way, "Sorry." Arthur mumbled and walked to his locker. As he went to open it, a hand slammed it shut again. Arthur jumped.
"Hello Arthur." the voice purred.
Arthur almost groaned, it was Francis. He really didn't want to deal with the temperamental Frenchman right now, "Francis-please-"
"Arthur," he interrupted, his breath tickling Arthur's neck, "You should hurry up to class.." he said.
Arthur was shocked, "W-wha huh?" he turned around but Francis was already lost among the crowd of kids, "That was certainly ..odd." the blond got his books and walked to English class.
"Artie! Over here! Sit here! Sit here now!" a familiar voice right when he entered the classroom.
It was Alfred, he was waving to him from the back of the class. What is he doing? He never talk to me.. Arthur remembered what happened last night and slumped into the seat next to the American without a word.
"Huh, Artie?"
"Don't call me that, bastard." Arthur opened his journal and began copying the board with a scowl.
"Ouch! Hurtful." Alfred pretended as if he got stabbed in his heart.
"Yeah well... you hurt me more." Arthur grumbled.
"Wazzat?" Alfred said pushing his glasses as they almost slipped off of his nose.
Arthur sighed, "Nothing." and continued writing.
"Woww, you've got awesome handwriting! It's all cursivey and cool like."
"It's nothing to get excited over."
"MY cursive is horrible, it's like ugly!" Alfred blabbered on, as if Arthur hadn't said anything.
"..not a word.."
"HUH?" Alfred cupped his ear to show he didn't hear what the other said.
"I said, 'cursivey' is not a word."
Alfred laughed, "Well it is in my book!"
Arthur shook his head good mannerly before he could stop himself, this reminded him of old times, "Alfred, you're an idiot."
"Hey! I'm pretty smart, I got a 98% last quiz, top that!"
And for the first time in years, class went nicely.
xx
Arthur hugged his books and binder to his chest, he was walking down the hallway where The Bad Touch Trio's lockers were. The hallway that he normally took was currently being cleaned so he couldn't go through that way, he had no choice but to pass them to get to Science. Perhaps they won't see me. Arthur nodded to himself and walked quickly down the hallway. He was almost there, he just had to make a right turn and-..!
"Hey shortstuff." an arm blocked his way.
No...no no no no no!
It was Gilbert. Arthur looked up into his ruby red eyes, "Gilbert.." he made to leave.
"Woah, where are you going?" Gilbert placed his hands on his waist and backed him up on the wall, "Are you avoiding me?" The Prussian lowered his face on Arthur's neck and nuzzled him.
The white hair tickled the Brit's chin so he looked to the left, his face heating up. Okay, what is going on?! This is too weird! "What the bloody hell, are you doing?" he whispered loudly, "T-this is weird!"
Gilbert chuckled, "Weird huh?" he kissed his neck softly, nipping the skin under his ear lobe.
Arthur gasped. Okay, one of his bullies was kissing his neck. What is going on!?
"Mmh, you smell good." he said licking his collarbone. He moved his hands up and down the confused Brit's waist.
Gilbert's phone vibrated in his pocket and the Prussian stood straight and smirked at the trembling blond before beginning to walk away, "Guess i'll see you later." he dug for his phone and soon his white head disappeared.
Arthur panted on the wall in fright, shock and embarrassment. Three words. What. The. Fuck.
xx
Arthur sat down at his empty lab table. There were supposed to be other students sitting with him but, who wanted to sit next to 'Eyebrows' right?
"Alright! Settle down kids!" said clapping her hands, "Today we'll be starting a lab experiment and you'll be getting partners okay?"
The kids groaned, "They will be groups of four and don't worry, it'll be fun! We may or may not blow things up!" the kids cheered, "...as long as I don't get fired.." she mumbled.
Arthur rested his chin on his arms. Same as every other day, they give partners. Arthur receives none. Well he does but the kids always end up convincing the teacher to change partners. He closed his eyes.
"Oh, excuse me?" a voice said.
Arthur blinked his eyes open and he saw a boy with dark brown hair and deep violet eyes covered with glinting rectangular glasses, "Huh?" the boy was sitting down across from him. He wore a long-sleeved white shit with a black vest on top. Arthur felt drowsy still and didn't understand why the kid was sitting with him.
"Haha. We're your partners." he placed his books on the lab table and motioned to people behind Arthur, "I'm Roderich." that's when Arthur noticed he had a beauty mark* near his chin.
"I'm Elizabeta!" a beautiful Hungarian girl with long brown hair said, sitting down next to Roderich, "And that's Vash." a long-haired blond with a white hat and green eyes nodded and sat down next to Arthur, crossing his arms, "Er.. he doesn't say much."
Arthur was stunned. People were.. actually talking to him? And it wasn't a hateful conversation or Alfred?
"I'm uhm i'm A-Arthur." he said still shocked.
Roderich laughed softly, "Yes we know."
Arthur closed his mouth, he didn't realize he was gaping.
"Okay class! The directions are on the board. Don't blow the classroom up and remember to have fun! Talk to me if you're confused or anything." said before sitting at her desk.
Vash handed Arthur his lab coat, "Put this on." he said.
"Oh, thank you." as Arthur put it on he couldn't help but to feel nervous as he felt Vash's calculating green eyes on him. The sleeves slipped right past his knuckles, "Damn.." Arthur whispered.
"Here just," Vash stepped forward and rolled up both the sleeves to his wrists, "roll it up." Vash's scent wafted over him, faintly smelling of lilies oddly, but nice.
"Uhm," Arthur felt like a girl, feeling useless, "right. Thanks again." Vash nodded.
"So we just gotta pour this in here?" a brunette said.
"No! No! Don't it'll burn quicker." Roderich quickly pushed Elizabeta away, "You have to put in this for it to bubble nicely."
Elizabeta rolled her eyes and glanced at Arthur. She smiled then fully turned around to him, "Do you want to mix it? You haven't really done anything. I don't want to give you a bad grade for not participating.."
She cared about him? About his grade! That was a first.
"S-sure." he couldn't get over this. He felt like he was a child again. He took the mixer and mixed the bubbling pot slowly.
"See? Arthur's doing it right, why can't you do that?" Roderich said.
"What! You told me to put it in like that." Elizabeta glared.
Vash shook his head but you could tell he was amused.
Arthur smiled slightly, this felt good. He would ignore whatever reason they were acting so carefree and nice around him, just for now. How long was it? That he could smile like this with other people? Before he had to hide in janitors closets to eat lunch since he couldn't go in the cafeteria, everyone would surely throw food at him or tease him. Now that he thought about it, this group of friends.. they never bullied him before. That was something to ponder later about.
"..You have to write down the formula," Vash explained, "after you write down your hypothesis."
"On what you think will happen?" Elizabeta said.
"Yeah."
"That is what a hypothesis is." Roderich mumbled under his breath.
"What was that!?" Elizabeta showed fist.
xx
The class ended.
Vash helped Arthur take off his lab coat. Seriously, he didn't understand why he couldn't get the buttons undone, "We'll go to the library or something to do the research." Elizabeta said as they hung their lab coats up.
Arthur nodded, he still wasn't very used to talking to other people yet but they didn't seem to care.
Roderich checked his watch, "Oh god, I'm going to be late. Sorry, see you guys later!"
Elizabeta chuckled, "He's the president of the orchestra club." she said as he noticed when Arthur tilted his head confusedly.
"My sister is waiting for me." Vash said and began walking away, nodding at Arthur.
"Oh! Damn, Arthur I have to go too!" and she dashed off.
Arthur hid a smile behind his hand and began walking to his next class which was Math. He opened the door hesitantly, good he was early. He sat down next to windows where he could feel the cool early spring breeze. He sighed, nothing bad has happened yet. Just why was that? And when Francis and Gilbert went and..! Arthur blushed but he glared at the wooden desk. Why would they do something so embarrassing!
A boy with black hair sat down next to him, he recognized him to be Kiku. The nice Japanese kid who didn't talk much. Their eyes connected and both males blushed and looked down.
Time without being at people left Arthur terribly shy.
"You're.. You're Arthur-san, right?" Kiku said.
"Y-yes. I am. Uhm and you're Kiku, right"
"Yes," Arthur finally looked at Kiku. The boy was smiling gently, "I'm happy I get to meet you."
"H-happy?" he looked around as if Kiku was talking about someone else, "to meet me?"
Kiku nodded, "You looked lonely. I'm glad I get to be your friend now."
"Me too." Arthur said softly. He no doubt was now confused even more but he brushed it aside.
The history teacher walked in and told them to open their books to begin class, "Turn to page 48 and let's start reading from there. Can someone review what happened last time we read?"
"Kiku, y-your English is very good." Arthur said, and it was true. He no longer mixed R's with L's and he only had a light accent. His voice was soothing and calm.
Kiku smiled politely, "Thank you, Alfred helped me out a bit."
"No way.." Arthur gaped, "he was able to stay in his seat?"
Kiku laughed quietly, "Believe it or not, yes. He was a good teacher too."
"Didn't know he had it in him. I hold new respect for him." Arthur shook his head, he couldn't believe Alfred could stay in a seat and teach someone how to speak English, and well too! That must mean Alfred was patient too.
History class went by smoothly and calmly. Kiku and Arthur's talks were nice and simple, but that was perfectly fine with Arthur. Their soft talks was unlike any conversations he'd ever held with anyone, it was a nice change. Kiku had even invited him over for tea one day!
The bell rang, signaling lunchtime.
Arthur ran to his locker, stuffing all of his books inside. Once he got all of them in he slammed his locker shut and nearly jumped 10ft in the air when he saw leaning on a locker adjacent to his was Gilbert. Next to Arthur was Francis with crossed arms. And behind Arthur was Antonio wearing a light smirk.
Shit.. just when things were going so well..
Arthur walked backwards, his back soon planted firmly against the cold metal lockers. The most unexpected thing happened.
Francis smiled at him. Smiled. Happily. The Frenchman took his hand and kissed his knuckles, "Won't you join us for lunch?"
Arthur's mouth was literally shaped like 'O' he was shocked, flabbergasted. He couldn't even talk. Would he say yes to eating lunch with his long time bullies? He looked at each of their faces. He was lost, he was confused. He couldn't say yes to the people who hurt him and nearly felt him up awhile ago. And at that moment precisely when all the puzzle pieces fell into place.
The wish.
The Dream Eater.
His wish.
Did it come true? Would that explain everything that happened before? Alfred.. Science class...Kiku..
Now this? He looked at them again. They were all looking at him, awaiting an answer.
"Uh.. um.. I-I.." how would it be like? To be with them again? How would it feel? "Yes. Uhm, yeah." he said, unsure.
"Great, now let's go!" Antonio said leading the way.
Francis stood straight but held onto Arthur's hand, winking at him.
Arthur's face flushed as he frowned slightly, this was too weird! Maybe he should've said no.. But it was too late Francis' grip was tight. No use running away now..
They made their way to the roof, where no one was permitted to enter. Of course they could, Arthur couldn't help but to roll his eyes. Arthur sat down in the sun, basking in it like a cat.
"I brought something for all of us!" Antonio said, pulling something out, "It's some pasta the twins made."
"But I already brought something too!" Francis said dramatically, "Whatever shall we do?"
"I brought the awesome wurst my Bruder made!" Gilbert interrupted.
Antonio stuck his finger in his mouth in disgust, "Ew, let's just eat the pasta."
"Agreed." Francis deadpanned.
"W-Whaaat!?" Gilbert narrowed his red eyes, "Why not? It's good!"
"...so they made it all by themselves?" Francis asked.
"Yeah! In Italy, I think it was their Grandfather who taught them how to make it."
"Oh wow, it is so good and well made!" Francis said smiling.
"Haha, well I guess that's what chef's like you say."
"Hey! Hey are you listening to me?" Gilbert crossed his arms in annoyance.
"No." Antonio said, his smile carefree.
"Well screw you guys."
Arthur smiled without thinking.
"Didn't you think I was great at that play?" Francis said.
"No," Gilbert answered, still grumpy at being ignored, "you were awful."
Francis gasped, "You think I lack acting talent?"
"I think you lack talent at everything." Gilbert stuck his tongue out at him childishly.
"Guys, we both know Francis is awesome at acting now-" Antonio started.
"No! Don't you dare use the term 'awesome' so loosely!" Gilbert pointed at the brunet, who held his arms up as if his finger was gun.
"Well, I'm French." Francis said randomly.
"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Gilbert responded.
"It means, I can cook." it was Francis' turn to stick his tongue out.
That's when Gilbert tackled him and they started play wrestling as Antonio tried to calm them down while eating his pasta at the same time.
Arthur laughed quietly at them, he placed his hand over his mouth as he laughed harder. Tears began to seep out of his eyes, he cried as he laughed. He wasn't crying because he was laughing too hard. No, he was crying because of the nostalgia. He felt happy, he felt so happy that his tears came out. His laughter silenced but his tears still leaked from his eyes. His bottom lip trembled as he gave a soft smile that made anyone feel warm.
Gilbert stopped wrestling with Francis and lay on top of him collar clenched in his fists, both staring shocked at Arthur. Antonio as well, a noodle hanging from his mouth, eyes wide in surprise.
Francis shoved the Prussian off of him and sat in front of the crying Brit. Francis' blue eyes looked worried as he caressed Arthur's cheek, wiping the wet tears away, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he whispered, "I'm just happy." Arthur looked to the side, embarrassed.
This is it, isn't it? The wish came true right? They like me. If I do something it won't matter, kind of like a dream.
Arthur suddenly hugged Francis by the neck, burrowing his head into the golden, wavy hair.
"Oh!" Francis hugged him back slowly, but then relaxed into the hug.
Arthur could see Gilbert sit up on his hands and exchange glances with Antonio, it looked like they were confused as to why the Brit was crying and laughing. Arthur sniffed and got up from Francis, he wiped his eyes and sat down on his knees.
Everyone was still looking at him.
Arthur crossed his arms and looked to the side again, "I'm fine! It was a moment of weakness..." he mumbled the last part. The stares were getting uncomfortable.
They all laughed, "Good! I thought you were going gay for Francis. When you should really be going gay for," Gilbert began crawling sensually to Arthur, "me."
Antonio pushed him causing him to fall on his side, "Haha, just shut up."
And in that lunch period, it didn't feel like The Bad Touch Trio and Arthur simply, no it felt like a group of friends (with an acception of Arthur being quieter than the rest.)
Arthur nibbled on a piece of Francis' crescents like a bunny eating carrots. He wouldn't admit they were good for the sake of his small amount of pride he still had.
"So, it is good, no?" Francis said to him.
Arthur shrugged, not meeting his eyes.
"See! He doesn't like your cooking either." Gilbert said.
"Well, at least he's eating my cooking." Francis retorted back cockily.
"Stop being such a wise ass!"
"I will once you stop being a dumbass, which, oh yeah, won't happen!"
"Grr... you take that back!"
"Guys, wanna hear about when I went to Spain?"
"No!" Francis and Gilbert shouted at the same time.
"So my grandparents own this really cool tomato field, it's great really!"
"Ugh, Gilbert, make him shut up about his tomato stories.." Francis groaned.
"-It was huge! It was the biggest tomato we'd ever seen!" Antonio continued like normal.
It's like they never changed Arthur thought bemusedly. But why was it that they ...hated him so much? he couldn't help but to think. Suddenly, he didn't want to keep eating.
"Arthur?"
"You okay?"
The bell rang.
Arthur stood up. What was he doing? Eating lunch with the people who tormented him? He looked at them with betrayal in his eyes.
What was he doing?!
He dropped the half eaten crescent and ran for the door. He paid no heed to the yells of his name. He ran and ran until he crashed into somebody. He fell to the ground on his bottom, "O-oh I am so sorr-"
When Arthur looked up, the boy just stared at him. It was starting to get unnerving..
"Uhm.." Arthur started.
A hand flung itself into view, "Heheh sorry about him." it was that Danish guy Arthur recognized to be Matthias.
Arthur took his hand hesitantly, he heard Mathias was stubborn and brash despite his cheery demeanor, "So! Who are you then?"
"Arthur.."
"Oh ja! I've heard of you. Well what do you have next then?"
"Huh..?"
"Class? What class do you have next?" Matthias laughed.
"Oh, uh, Art."
"HA, like your name! Art.. Art-hur." he chuckled to himself.
"Er.. right."
"Well we have that to, right?" the boy with the dull blue eyes nodded, "Okay! Follow us!"
xxx
"Just let yourself be taken away by your creativity and just draw." The art teacher said.
The boy with dull blue eyes and blonde hair sat down next to Arthur, Matthias to busy blabbering on about something to someone named Tino.
"You see them too." the boy finally said.
"See what?"
"Them." he pointed to his drawing of a red fairy.
"Oh yes. No one believes me though. I guess I can understand that.."
"I see them as well."
"Really?" emerald eyes widened, no one had ever said that before. Perhaps he was lying..
"Yes, and recently my fairy friend, Mar, has gone into hiding."
"Why is that?"
"She told me she sensed something bad."
"Like what?"
"An evil presence."
An evil presence huh? "Hmm.. that's interesting."
The Norwegian glanced at him, "I sense something on you."
"What?" he stopped drawing.
"Something dangerous. Something bad."
The Dream Eater..
"You must be mistaken."
"Maybe."
Arthur felt uncomfortable the rest of the period.
xx
As Arthur ran to his locker he opened it quickly, intent on leaving early so he could see if he could ask the DE a few questions..
"Arthur!"
Oh shit.
The halls were empty as it was too early to leave for home.
It was Francis. And he was running straight to him! He knocked them both to the floor, him on top, "Arthur.. I've been trying to find you all day."
Arthur looked his side.
"Arthur? Why did you leave so suddenly at lunch?" he grabbed his face causing him to look him in the eyes.
Francis' eyes looked a little.. sad?
"I-I ..had to go to the bathroom." Arthur thought quickly.
"You looked so upset." he stroked his cheek, backing him up into the wall, "Was it something I said?"
"N-no Francis, just let me go-"
Francis cut him off by kissing him on each of his cheeks and on his chin, "Oh Arthur, you are so beautiful." he whispered suddenly his eyes becoming half lidded, "I don't want to see you so sad."
Arthur was so shocked, he didn't know what to say.
Francis then kissed him on the corner of his mouth. And that's when Arthur came to his senses, he tried to push the Frenchman away from him by pushing at his shoulders. The blond then grabbed his wrists, stopping his movements.
Arthur froze as Francis kissed his bottom lip, biting it softly.
"S-stop..!"
Francis smiled and then fully kissed the sandy blond. He dipped his tongue inside, finally tasting the sweet Brit. He sucked his tongue, urging him to kiss too.
All of Arthur's face heated up as Francis kissed him, Fr-French kiss! He's bloody French kissing me! Arthur struggled to get away, but Francis just kissed him harder, closing his eyes.
Arthur's mind became blank.
Francis broke the one sided kiss, his lips still touching Arthur's, "Come on Arthur, kiss me back." he whispered and dove into the kiss again causing him to moan unexpectedly making Francis chuckle softly.
Arthur then bit Francis' tongue and Francis smirked. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them until it snapped.
"Mon dieu.." Francis said lowly as he saw Arthur. He was panting and his pink, kiss bitten lips were glistening with saliva. His green eyes were narrowed and his cheeks were rose red.
Kids were beginning to come out of classes, the bell then ringing. Arthur saw this and glared at Francis, wiping his mouth and shoving the stunned Frenchman away before standing off and quickly disappearing within the crowds of children.
Gilbert then patted his shoulder suddenly, "Nice job.. But he's mine next time!"
"How was it?" Antonio said.
"Goddamn, I want him so bad.." Francis mumbled but his friends could hear him.
"That good, huh?" Gilbert chuckled, "Can't wait for my turn." he said licking his lips.
xx
Arthur ran outside panting, holding on to his bag. His face was red and his mind was racing. He kept running until he bumped into someone. Damn it what is it with crashing into people today?!
"Hey Artie!"
It was Alfred.
"It's Arthur.." Arthur growled out.
"Oh, has something bitten you in the butt?" Alfred laughed.
Arthur sighed and kept walking, trying to put distance with Alfred. The American kept following him though.
"Why, pray tell, are you still following me?"
"Uhm, I live across from you?"
"Oh yeah.." Arthur's face flushed in embarrassment as Alfred laughed again, "Well can you not stand so close to me then?"
"Hey Artie," Alfred began, ignoring the Brit, "Ya seem kinda spacey lately? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine.." Arthur said clutching his bag to his chest. Alfred wouldn't understand anything going on. He wouldn't even believe me.
"Well that's good." their knuckles brushed against each other, "Because if you need to talk about it, I can try to help any way I can.." he said softly, light blush dusting his cheeks as he reached for Arthur's hand.
Arthur gasped.
Alfred interlocked their hands and Arthur could hear his fast heartbeat pulse through his palm. This was so unlike Alfred! He was ...blushing!?
Alfred smiled at him nervously but happily.
"A-Alfred?"
"Oh there's my house! But before I go.." Alfred tugged on the interlocked hand and planted a sweet kiss on Arthur's cheek. Since he was very close to the Brit's face, he could see his reddening cheeks and confused eyes. He chuckled at this and noticed light brown freckles dusted on the others nose. How cute.. Alfred thought, "Gotta go Artie!" and with that he was gone.
Arthur touched the spot where Alfred kissed him, "It's Arthur.." he whispered to himself softly.
xx
As Arthur slammed his door open he looked around.
He sensed it.
"Hello?" he asked.
He heard low chuckling, "Impressive.. You were able to feel me." Black mist swirled around in front of Arthur who stepped back in surprise.
"Y-you..!" It was the Dream Eater. Arthur felt a wisp of anger flicker through him, "What did you do?" his eyes glared, suddenly confident.
"Me?" the demon feigned innocence, sitting down at a mint green one person sofa elegantly, "Whatever have I done to deserve such an accusation?"
"You made them all..! They all are!" Arthur couldn't find the right words, "They're acting weird!"
The demon smirked, "How do you mean?"
"..all over me like that. I don't understand!"
"What are you talking about, my dear Arthur?" he stood up and walked to the Brit, "Is this not what you wanted?"
"No! I said I wanted to be loved, not lusted over!"
The demon laughed darkly, "'Lusted over'? They all love you."
"You misunderstood my wish then."
"No. I granted your wish to be loved. You just weren't clear, but don't worry, people won't be smothering you in stores or anything. Only if you want to that is.."
"No! You've done enough!" Arthur shouted and sighed before sliding on his floor. What has he gotten himself into? What was that saying again?.. "Be careful what you wish for, huh?" he mumbled to himself but the DE heard him.
The DE took off his black hat and set down his cane before silently crouching down in front of Arthur. He placed his hands on his knees and looked at the troubled Brit, "Is this not what you wanted?"
Funny. Arthur held no fear for the demon.
"Why does this always happen." The DE said more to himself and looked slightly angered at himself.
He kind of looked like a kicked puppy. With red eyes... and really sharp teeth.
"What.. do you mean?" Arthur asked quietly. He was treading on thin ice here..
The DE sighed, "I show up to grant my Masters' wish because they're sad and exchange I get their dreams- it's how I eat you know. Then they cry and say their life got worse."
Arthur noticed a black -pointed at the end tail- curling around the DE's ankle.
"I've never had a Master longer than two weeks." he grumbled.
Arthur felt a little bad for him, but then remembered the DE made it so that his bullies kiss him! "Maybe it's because of your appearance?"
"What?" the DE looked at his clothes, "This is traditional you know!" his crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.
"No.. your attitude. It is a little scary, that might be what drives them away."
"Well.." the DE traced invisible circles onto the wooden floor, "I guess. It's to make sure they know that I'm powerful and not some sort of tooth fairy. Back in Hell, class is what it's all about."
Arthur nodded. Interesting.
They sat there in silence. It looked like the DE was having his own inner battle before he said, "I suppose you now want the wish reversed, huh?"
"Well ..actually. Maybe later."
"Huh?" the DE face whipped up to his.
"My life was horrible before you did the wish. It was boring, painful and pointless. Maybe I can deal with their perverseness for awhile, that way I don't get beaten up everyday." Arthur said sheepishly.
"You want to keep your wish?!" the DE exclaimed.
"Uh.. we'll see. But I won't blame you if I want a reverse spell. It's my own fault for wanting this wish."
"Okay.." his tail flickered excitedly, "Does that mean you'll be my Master?"
"Huh?"
"Even after the wish was granted. Will you still be my Master?"
"W-what happens if I become your Master?" he asked confusedly.
"I'll protect you and I can give you more wishes in exchange for your dreams."
"Hmm.." Arthur thought about it.
"Just think about it. If you want a reverse spell, what if Francis or Gilbert want to lay a punch on you? I''l be there to protect you. And maybe kick those assholes too." The DE smirked.
"Well.. I don't see why not." he said, seriously, what did he have to lose?
"Good. I'll also live here."
"Wait, w-what!?"
"Let's seal the deal with a kiss once more.." his lips met with Arthur's and a light of white exploded again, this time stronger, so strong that Arthur and the DE's hair fluttered with the power of sealing the deal.
Oh god, I really hope I don't regret this later. Arthur thought as he caught sight of the demon's taunting eyes.
PITUP: sorry had to cut it there! ^^;
Lenny: so... should Demetri be nice or evil? Should he help Arthur or betray him? Should we reverse the spell or should we not? Will Arthur fall in love with Demetri or someone from school? Will there be a main pairing? Wi-
PITUP: ENOUGH QUESTIONS ALREADY!
Lenny: we have to decide this sooner or later if this is going to be a long story or not .
PITUP: *sigh* yeah yeah, so incase u forgot DE = Dream Eater
Lenny" Alright, tell us what you think!
PITUP: bye bye :D