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Finally have the third chapter up. Enjoy :D

The sun was slowly rising in the air, the pink and purple sky making everything beautiful. It was slightly chilly, but not unbearable. There was no one in sight, except for a certain Evil King. Stan gazed over at the ocean before him, his golden eyes watching the movement of the water. He was currently standing on the curly hill near Rashelo and the circus. As he looked over the blue water, his mind wandered away from him for a moment. He was now the supreme Evil King and almighty ruler of all evil. He had many heroes try to defeat him, yet none could. Rosalyn had come close, but she fell like all of the rest of the heroes that dared go against him. Stan hadn't seen the pink hero in a long time, maybe a couple months or so. Either way, it didn't matter to the Evil King.

Since his mind was on the hero, he began to wonder what all others were doing. Linda was with Epros, probably annoying him to death, Kisling was off doing whatever crazy experiments he had to do, and Big Bull was probably trying to find Linda and flirt with her. They all annoyed Stan and the Evil King was glad to have them all out of his life. He snorted and was about to think of something more important, he saw an image of emerald green eyes in his memories. At this, Stan's eyes closed and he gave a sad smile when he thought of his slave. He thought of his red hair, his green eyes, his ridiculous hair band, which he didn't even need, and his smile. Ari rarely smiled. Then again, it was a long time before Stan noticed how cute he was when he smiled. He was so... What was the word? Adorable? Stan shrugged it off before going on with his memories of his former slave. His memories went to the first day he met his former slave, to when he and Marlene fought over who owned Ari, to Ari fighting all of the Evil Kings. Then, almost unwillingly, the memory of when he had yelled at his red-haired slave and made him cry. Ari probably thought that Stan had not seen, but he had seen Ari wipe away the tear in the reflection of the hotel window. Stan sighed as he recalled what had happened that day, a hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose.

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"How did you sleep, Stan?" Stan huffed before crossing his arms and leaning against the window frame.

"That's a stupid question to ask, slave. I slept fine, just like I usually do at night!" Ari sighed before shaking his head.

"There is no such thing as a stupid question, Stan. I was just curious to how you slept that's all." Stan huffed again before glaring down at his servant.

"I didn't ask for your opinion now did I? When I want it I will ask for it!" Ari looked up at him with sad eyes.

"But... Stan... I was just..." But Stan would hear none of it.

"Look. I don't care what you think! You're nothing to me but a slave to help me gain my powers! Once I have them you will be nothing more than a stupid boy! You are dirt to me!"

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Stan growled and glared out at the ocean as if it was the reason for the memory. 'Why had I snapped at Ari like that, if I hadn't done that then he might still...' Stan shook his head to rid the thought from his mind, but it seemed like he just couldn't.

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"Slave. What have I told you? I don't need your pity or worry. I truly don't care what you think."

"Slave? Slave! Open your eyes! I command you to open your eyes!"

"Slave! Open your eyes! Don't you dare die!

"Why haven't you woken up? We have things to be doing! Not just standing around! Do you not care if I don't get my powers back, you ungrateful slave? Answer me! WAKE UP!"

"Please, don't die, Ari. I am your master and I forbid you from dying... I'm sorry I said those things this morning! I really am! You're not just a pawn, I love you..."

"Ari! Ari why aren't you breathing?! What's wrong with this machine? It shows only a line instead of a wavy one? Ari! I told you I forbid you from dying! Don't die! ARI!!"

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Stan clenched his fists before pounding one into a nearby tree. The poor tree exploded into ruble. Stan's eyes were pools of molten fury as he watched the bits of tree fly around him. It took him three minutes to calm down. He stared at the tree before putting a hand to his head, trying to clear his gloomy thoughts. He was so deep in his thoughts, he didn't notice James walking up behind him. The demon butler stood at a distance, knowing well what his Master was thinking about. He stood there, silent. Stan put his hand down away from his face. Without even turning around, the Evil King speaks.

"What is it James. You know that I don't want to be disturbed." The butler bowed.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Evil King Stan, but it's that... Well..." Stan, turned his head slightly, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"What? Is it... Does he..?" James' eyes fell downcast and he shook his head.

"No, but he has woken up and wishes to see you." Stan turned to face James, his eyes bright and a smile on his face.

"Thank you, James. I will see him immediately. James nodded and watched his master walk past him and disappear into the air. James shook his head sadly and sighed.

"Poor Master... If only he could just..." He sighed again before disappearing also.

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Stan quickly walked down the halls of his castle, going down corridors and past rooms. He then stood in front of an elegant door. Stan raised his hand to open the door, but paused. He closed his eyes, calming himself, before finally opening the door.

The room was dark, the only light source was the sun light through the window. The room was colored in red and black, but some items in the room were green and orange. But Stan wasn't looking at any of these, he was looking at the bed in the middle of the room. A figure was sitting on the forest green covers. The person was in the shadows, but Stan could see the silky orange pajamas. Stan smiled at the person before walking over to the edge of the bed.

"Good morning. How are you?" The person remained quiet before replying.

"I am... Well... Thank you." Stan's smile grew and his eyes sparkled.

"That's good. Good..." He went to put his hand on the other person's shoulder, but the person leaned away from his touch. Stan's smile lessened before he put his hand in his lap. "James told me that you wanted to see me." The person nodded.

"Yes... I did... Um..." The person in the shadows paused. Stan waited patiently for the other to finish. "Um... I was... Wondering... Who are you again?" A sad smile formed on the Evil King's lips.

"I am the Evil King Stan." The other person nodded.

"Oh... Right... I.. I think I... Remember..." Stan's eyes lit up and he leaned in closer to hear.

"Yes? What do you remember?" The other was silent, trying to recall the memory.

"I... I remember... A fortuneteller." Stan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"A fortuneteller?" The other nodded.

"Yes... A fortuneteller... She... She told me that... My love was... It was..." The person raised a hand up to his forehead and groaned in pain. Stan grew worried and went to put a hand on the other's shoulder, but he leaned away from Stan's touch. "I'm fine... Sorry. My head..." Stan nodded and turned to the nightstand next to the bed. He picked up a mug that smelt strong of mint. He handed it to the other, who took it gratefully. He took some sips from it before handing the mug back to Stan. The Evil King held onto the mug, just in case the other needed it again. Silence filled the air before the other continued,

"I'm sorry.. That's all I... Remember..." Stan nodded and smiled slightly.

"It's alright. Just take your time. You'll remember someday." The other sighed in frustration before getting up off the bed. Stan watched as orange clothed person walked slowly over to the window. He gazed out of the window, looking at the faded pink sky. Stan heard him sigh again before he turned to stare at him.

"Why is it that you care so much that I get my memories back? Was there something between us or... something else?" Stan stared at the other and smiled sadly.

"Yes. There was." Stan thought he saw a blush cross the other's face, but the other quickly looked back out the window. Stan smiled before standing up and walking over to the other. He stood behind him and gently hugged him from behind. The other didn't lean away this time. He just stood there. Stan smiled sadly before kissing the top of his head.

"I must go now, but I will come by at lunch. Okay?" The other nodded, still looking out the window. Stan smiled before ruffling up orange hair. He then turned to leave. He was at the door when the other called him.

"Stan?"

The Evil King turned to gaze into brilliant green eyes. The other smiled before brushing some of his orange hair away behind his ear. A long, white scar could be seen from the side of his face.

"Thank you... For not giving up on me... I'll try hard to remember." Stan smiled genuinely and nodded.

"You're welcome, Ari." A small smile formed on Ari's face.

"Ari... The name sounds so familiar... It was my name, right?" Stan nodded, and watched as Ari smiled. Stan smiled also, before opening the door.

"I will see you at noon, Ari. Have a good morning." Ari nodded and waved good bye to Stan as he walked out the door. Once the door closed, Ari closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

"Ari... My name is Ari."

Okay, I'm not sure if I'm going to write a fourth chapter. I'll just see how things go.