Warning: Death(OC) and violence
Alfred walked slowly to Matthew's room, thinking about Arthur. He had a black eye and even though he hadn't seen much of Arthur yet, he knew that that wasn't there the day before. No, he must've gotten into a fight or something. Not too many people seemed to hate him though...but then again, Alfred had only seen him a few times since yesterday. Other than that, just like the rest of the school and everybody in it, Arthur was unknown to him.
He decided to shrug it off, he was at Matthew's room now anyways. Alfred gave a small knock and within seconds, the door cracked open and then opened fully. He was greeted by a smiling Matthew that gestured him to come in. Alfred did just that and walked over to the bed to his left.
"Ah! Don't sit there! That's Francis' stuff and he doesn't want you touching anything." Matthew grabbed his hand and pulled him up to his feet. Alfred nodded and sat on the other bed and Matthew did the same.
After a moment of silence, Alfred shuffled through his bag and pulled out the comics he had brought. "Here they are! These are the oldest ones I had so I brought them to compare to your newer ones!" Alfred was practically glowing he was so happy. If he was excited about anything, it was comic books.
Matthew took them and looked them over quickly. He wasn't as big a nerd as Alfred was but he was still pretty big on this kind of stuff. "Wow1 Alfred this is so cool..."
"I know! They took forever to find...and they're so old..."
For a few hours, Alfred and Matthew hung out and just talked about anything and everything. Francis however came back and was displeased with the fact that Alfred was in their room and politely kicked him out. They had been playing video games when Francis came in so he just unplugged the console which earned him a strong punch in the shin from Matthew.
Alfred left after practically being shoved out the door because he and Matthew were still laughing about other things. Once the door was closed however, Alfred sighed and walked back to his room with the biggest smile ever. It had been long since he talked to anyone his age and about normal things. He could tell that he and Matthew were going to be close...or he hoped so at least. The walk was short but it took him a good ten minutes to go a few doors down, mostly because he wasn't sure he wanted to go back and make Arthur angry again for doing something stupid.
Before long, he was in front of his own door again and he quietly put in the key and turned. It was dark outside and very dim lighting in the halls. The door unlocked but when Alfred tried to push it open, it went about an inch before stopping. He tried a couple more times and noticed that a chair was holding it back. He furrowed his brow and reached his hand through the small crack. It was tight and hurt a little but he wanted to get inside. Alfred tried moving the chair out of the way and actually started making progress before a hand touched his and he nearly screamed. Instead, he gasped and yanked his hand back.
"What the fuck!" He whispered to himself rather loudly.
The door shut and after a few seconds, it opened to reveal a slightly terrified looking Arthur. He was holding a large book and staying close to the frame of the door. "What the bloody hell were you doing?" He asked.
Alfred was on his butt, looking up at Arthur because he had pulled his hand back so hard that he stumbled. "What do you mean 'what was I doing here'! This is my room too! Why'd you have a chair up against it?" He got up and sighed, looking around. Thankfully there was no one to see that rather unmanly display he just pulled off.
Arthur was going to say something but instead of an excuse, an audible 'Auh...' was heard...as if that were an acceptable answer. He turned around and Alfred followed back into their room. "I just...I thought you were someone else and I was about ready to bash that book over your head. Don't bloody scare me like that again!"
Alfred looked at him with disbelief. "Well then don't put a chair in front of the door again! I was with Matthew and I do sleep here now..."
"Well I've never had a roommate before so excuse me." He said coldly.
Alfred smiled. "Well now you do. Please don't do that again. I would like to continue to be able to get in here." He set his comic books back inside a bag and set them under the bed.
"Well that makes one of us..." Arthur said quietly.
Arthur grumbled to himself while Alfred got dressed in the bathroom. There was an assortment of beauty products, mostly foundation and concealer on the counter along with many fancy brushes. Alfred stared at the makeup for a little until he finally backed out of the bathroom and glanced to Arthur. "Hey uh...why is there makeup over here?"
Arthur was getting settled when Alfred asked that and he quite obviously tensed up. An assortment of quieted curses about Francis and other things were made. "I uh...F-Francis brought those over...he was uh..." His words stopped as he tried to find another lie to say.
Alfred was just confused though. "Francis wears makeup?" He asked.
Arthur pondered that for a moment and nodded. "Yeah...he's a drama queen and needs to be the prettiest girl of them all." Arthur said with a blank expression. However even though he didn't show emotion, he was pretty proud of that and thought it was hilarious...he'd have to use it on the Frenchman soon.
Alfred looked at Arthur for a moment longer, squinting as he did so. His lack of glasses made it really hard to see but Arthur's eye seemed to look much better. "Hey so what happened to your eye?"
Arthur's tone and mood immediately did a 180 and went completely south. He glared coldly at Alfred. "Nothing. My eye is fine. Go to bed and stop bloody asking me. What goes on in my life is none of your concern and you'd do best learning that right now..." Arthur laid down facing the wall and obviously not saying another word, determined to ignore anything else now.
An awkward nod came from Alfred and he walked back in the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. He turned off the lights and set his glasses on the night stand next to the bed before slowly getting situated in bed. He curled up in his Batman blanket and sighed. Arthur was asleep now and facing his bed and Alfred was facing Arthur's. He stared at Arthur's face for a while until his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see that Arthur's face looked better from before but there was a slight discoloration on his right eye. Alfred breathed in deeply before shutting his eyes and drifting into sleep. What a first day.
~UsUk~
The next morning was exactly like the first, Alfred doing something on accident and Arthur just boiled with anger about it. The same thing happened with school as well... classes, teachers, friends, people who wouldn't give Alfred the time of day. Same old same old. It wasn't until about Thursday that anything else had happened. Alfred had met another boy by the name of Ivan who had shown up extra late. They were paired up to practice passing and other sports.
Alfred smiled at Ivan when he came over even though Ivan was a good size or two bigger than him. About three inches taller, definitely wider and way more intimidating. "Hey, I'm Alfred."
Ivan looked Alfred up and down before sighing and nodding. "Ivan." They passed the ball for a while before the teacher left and Ivan sighed. "Wanna do something more fun?"
"Like what?"
"To see who can throw the most balls at the ceiling and make them get stuck in the beams. Whoever can get the most up there before the teacher gets back, wins."
Alfred smiled and looked around. "But won't people tell?"
"What are you, four? They won't say anything...they'll pay if they do." Ivan said plainly.
Alfred nodded and Ivan threw him a ball before going over to the basket and bringing it over. Alfred threw the first one and it stuck so Ivan did the same and from then on, the game began. They were going at each other's throats just to throw balls at the ceiling and everyone was a little worried since they were getting pretty angry when they'd mess each other up.
The teacher came back to see everyone more or less in the corner of the gym while Alfred and Ivan were more towards the center and opposite side of the gym throwing balls. One hit the ceiling, bounced off and hit the teacher on the head and as if all at once, it was like everyone stopped breathing. "Jones! Braginski! Fucking hell...you've both got detention! God dammit, I don't get paid enough for this..." He picked up the ball and threw it towards them. "Pick up the ones on the ground and everyone else, laps. Go."
Ivan rolled his eyes and Alfred just looked around like a scared child. He had killed people for god's sake! Why was he afraid of a teacher? Well, he was but he just looked at Ivan who was standing and being defiant. Realizing that Ivan wasn't going to move, Alfred started to pick everything up and Ivan started helping as well. After class, they got another lecture and Alfred could swear that the teacher was about to choke on his words just looking at Ivan. Ivan didn't seem bad to Alfred but apparently he was a terror to see and everyone had seen it.
Ivan and Alfred parted ways, saying a few goodbyes and then Alfred made his way to his other classes. It was nice seeing Matthew and Elizabeta at lunch although Francis sat with them this time, thoroughly distracting Matthew away from Alfred. Alfred had never gotten jealous before but for his first friend in god know how long, he hated Francis for being able to keep his attention better than he could. Arthur was with as well but pointedly ignored Alfred, apparently determined to hate him. Alfred didn't do anything on purpose and sure, he bumped into Arthur a few times causing Arthur to drop things and get more things wet but it wasn't on purpose so why did it matter? Alfred would never know, that's for sure.
By the end of the day, it was detention time and Alfred showed up right on time. He may be a back-door criminal but he still wanted to do things right and fairly. Walking in, he noticed that Ivan wasn't there but a few other kids were. Francis was there, along with two other boys, a Hispanic and an albino. Alfred made sure to sit as far away from them as possible, unfortunately that meant the front. Sighing, Alfred walked to the front corner, on the opposite side of the three and next to a girl with tan skin. She was adorable really but had quite the attitude. The teacher wasn't in the room so Francis and his friends were being loud while the girl next to Alfred was texting and glaring back at the three.
They had to stay for an hour so that meant he was getting out at 3:30, not soon enough for Alfred. The door opened from behind and a big teacher, probably late 40s with dark brown hair, rugged good looks, a bit of a cocky attitude and well-built body walked in. He was intimidating to some sure but Alfred had seen his type before so it actually comforted him a bit. Just because it's a fancy school, doesn't mean they don't have boring detention like public schools, it's just a lot nicer.
Everybody had been sitting in silence until the teacher realized Ivan wasn't there so he got up and left. He didn't leave before saying 'If any of you move, I will personally come find you and make your life hell.'
It only took a few seconds before the albino started doing something stupid and Alfred could tell because Francis was even saying 'No don't do that' and 'you're a dumbass'. Alfred ignored it and kept his face forward, determined to stay put until the teacher came back. His thoughts about that was interrupted when a big piece of paper hit his head. He looked back to see all three snickering and the albino was practically dying on the floor. Alfred sighed and picked up the paper before throwing it back at them. The albino caught it and grinned before throwing it harder. Alfred grit his teeth and sighed.
"Do you mind?"
"Gilbert, he looks angry. Better watch out." Francis said. His voice had just a hint of sarcasm and was basically an invitation to keep going because it was funny.
Gilbert did exactly that and threw about three more paper balls at Alfred, however only two hit him but the third hit the girl sitting next to Alfred. The both simultaneously turned around and glared. He froze and looked between the two.
"Gilbert, you asshole!" She stood up and started walking over to which all three boys cringed and tried to hide. She leaned over the desk and started hitting Gilbert over the head with a stray book she picked up on the walk over and Francis just laughed while the other boy just gave a slightly terrified and 'sucks to be you' smile.
"Antonio! Francis! Help! H-hey it was their idea for me to do it!" He said, covering his face. The girl turned and smiled at the others.
"Antonio...is that true?" She asked.
"M-Michelle...c-come on...we didn't mean to hit you! I didn't have a part in this! I swe-" A hit to the top of his head shut him up and he rubbed it.
Next, she turned to Francis and didn't even bother letting him say anything before just giving it a wild shot and hitting him in the cheek. Alfred sighed and walked over before restraining Michelle and dragging her backwards. She kicked and yelled at Alfred quietly to let her go but he just shook her head.
"Hey, just calm down...they didn't even mean to throw it at you..." She huffed and nodded. "I'm Alfred." He smiled and offered his hand after letting her go.
"Michelle..." She gave a disinterested smile and sat back down but not before glaring back at the trio in the corner. "I will destroy you three if it happens again. Francis, I'll blackmail you if I need to." He sighed and nodded, as did the other two.
Alfred sat down as he heard the door opening but wasn't quite fast enough and nearly fell out of the chair. The teacher saw Alfred struggling to sit upright and he walked over to Alfred. "Mister Jones...is there any reason that you aren't sitting still in your seat? No? Well okay then...detention tomorrow as well. Be on time."
Alfred's jaw dropped and he looked at the other four in the room but they just looked away slightly guilty. However Gilbert thought it was hilarious and ended up laughing too loudly. "Detention for you as well then Gilbert." The teacher said as he sat down and opened a book.
~UsUk~
Detention was over soon enough and the trio in the back nearly broke the desks and each other just trying to get out of there. Michelle took her time getting up and even waited a little for Alfred. She said a simple thank you and sorry for taking the whole fall and not ratting them all out. After she waved goodbye, Alfred started on his walk back to the dorms. He had quite a lot of homework to do and wasn't really sure about any of it.
Over the week, he had made a course to go home which was the most scenic way. It was by the fountain, past the courtyard area and then through the gardens around the school. On the walk however, he heard some yelling. At first he ignored it but the more he heard arguing and then definite sounds of pain, he looked around for where it was coming from. He didn't see anything and so he started walking again only to find a group of boys beating up someone else.
"Oh poor little Englishman...you're such a weak little girl." A punch was thrown at the smallest of the whole group and he made a silent groan.
"You hit like a bloody girl! Fuck off..." The smaller one said. That however just earned him a punch and he doubled over to his knees.
"Take that back you fucking faggot!" He sneered, kicking him in the face while he was bent over. The smaller one had coughed violently before punching the jock weakly in the shin, but it was enough to hurt.
The more Alfred looked at the situation, the angrier he got. He realized though when the smaller one looked up that it was Arthur and he wasn't backing down. Alfred got about three times angrier now that he knew it was Arthur getting beat up. He walked over to the group and realized they were about his size and seemed to be in good shape. He punched one of them in the side of the face.
All of them were surprised and frozen stiff, as if not registering what just happened. Arthur looked the most surprised and actually a little terrified at the sight of Alfred, as if a big secret had been revealed. "What is this? Your new boyfriend, Kirkland?"
Arthur immediately glared up at the jock. "Not a chance. I'd never be with someone like that."
"Riiight...that's why he's just sticking up for you..." The jock punched Alfred in the face while he was looking to Arthur and Alfred stumbled back quite a ways before catching himself. Arthur flinched a little at the punch, expecting it to be at him rather than at Alfred.
"Fuck you! Why are you even picking on Arthur?"
"Because he's a faggot. And so are you." He said with a mischievous smile. Alfred's blood boiled and he breathed in calmly once before charging and tackling the one that was talking. Immediately, the others jumped on Alfred trying to get him off their friend.
Alfred threw punches, landing most of them on the others. He was having a tougher time than he thought he would be having. The three weren't experienced like he was but they were strong and it was three against one, so he was at an obvious disadvantage. Arthur saw this distraction as an escape and looked around before starting to walk away. He grabbed his books which were scattered all over the ground and stood up before looking back at Alfred and the jocks. He turned and walked away only a few feet before hearing a yell of pain from Alfred.
Arthur turned back and Alfred was fighting strong, however the three's random movement were making it impossible to keep them all down. Arthur sighed and set his things down before running back over and jumping on one of their backs, knocking them over and making him fall on Arthur. Alfred punched the one closest to him in the face and quickly got the other off of Arthur. The three glared at Alfred and Arthur and they glared back.
"Look at these faggots...fucking figures that he'd have a pansy like that." One said.
Arthur went red with anger and embarrassment before stepping away from Alfred's side. "I told you it's not like that! He's a fucking git and he's the dumbest guy I know to ever exist in this bloody school!" Alfred furrowed his brow.
Arthur glanced up and cringed a little at Alfred's expression which was that of support to Arthur still. Obviously Arthur was hurting and embarrassed about getting help so he wasn't going to defend himself if this was how Arthur needed to vent and defend himself from further harm. "See? He's such a fucking pansy! Just standing there and taking it...probably like he takes it-" Alfred jumped forward and punched the jock in the face, going wild and not letting him up for a second. He was pulled off by the other two and thrown back.
Arthur stepped back and the jocks surrounded the American, about to give him the biggest beating ever before they heard a voice behind them. "Oh? Alfred...how sad, I thought you were better than this..." Alfred glanced from in between the bodies to see Ivan standing there. Ivan grabbed two of them and practically flung them backwards away from Alfred. They got up and Ivan turned to them, grabbing one by the collar and lifted him off the ground while he crushed the other's arm slowly.
"I don't think that's very nice...to pick on someone because he's gay...yeah? I'm gay...and I'm most certainly not like a girl...right?" He squeezed the jock's arm harder and he screamed in agony as he slowly fell to his knees, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Y-yeah! No you're n-not a girl! Ahh let me g-go! It hurts..." Ivan twisted the boy's arm and let go. The jock laid on the ground screaming and holding his arm while the one Ivan was holding literally looked like he was about to piss his pants.
"I don't think you should pick on them anymore...or I'll come and find you." Ivan talked sweetly and had an adorable smile but his tone was uneasy and the air around all of them was dark, making everybody but Ivan himself feel awful. The jock nodded frantically and Ivan dropped him to the ground, where he landed on the one that had been under Alfred.
The three got up with help from each other and ran off. "Ivan...hey...are they gonna tell?" Alfred asked.
"Not a chance...they're scared shitless. They'll be lucky if they even manage to stay after something like this." Arthur mumbled.
Ivan sighed and smiled at Alfred. "I thought you would've been able to handle that better considering...well no matter."
"Ivan, where did you even come from?"
"I was headed towards the gym and I saw you getting beat up. I don't know why but I felt the urge to help you." He shrugged and Arthur rolled his eyes and started to walk away with no notice from the larger males.
"Well...thanks I guess...but hey so Arthur- Hey! Where are you going!"
"Back to the dorm." He said coldly.
Alfred looked back to Ivan and back to Arthur. "Sorry Ivan, I gotta go talk to him..." Ivan nodded and walked away after Alfred started off into Arthur's direction.
Alfred ran up beside Arthur and put a hand on his shoulder to which Arthur quickly shrugged off. "What do you want?"
"Well uh...I was just wondering if you were alright...I saw them hit you pretty good, is your face alright?" He bent down and in front of Arthur as they walked, trying to look at his face. Arthur however just swatted him away and walked faster.
"I'm fine. I don't need your pity party, Jones."
'It's not pity...I was doing it because we're friends."
'We are not friends."
"But I'd like to be."
There was a long silence after that, both boys walking side by side to their dorm. Arthur had been hugging one of the books that wouldn't fit in his bag and Alfred had his hands behind his head, stretching them out. He had a few new bruises from the fight and Arthur had plenty more considering he'd been getting beat up for a good half hour before Alfred came along.
"Thank you..."
"What?"
"For back there. For jumping in. While I think it's stupid, I appreciate the trouble you went through, though I think you got beat up fairly well yourself." Arthur said quietly.
Alfred looked down and then back up, a small smile on his lips. "No problem...I was gonna do it either way though, if it was you or someone else. But yeah it was you and I got pretty angry...I uh...what were they even beating you up for? They said you were a fa-"
"Don't you dare say that fucking word, Jones. I will end you."
"I've never really heard that word used though...I didn't think people did." He shrugged.
"Then you must be bloody blind. Of course people use it. It's a term full of hate and they hate me and what is perfectly normal." Arthur started walking faster to try and get away from Alfred but he just picked up his pace as well.
"Oh...but why? I mean if you ask me-"
"But I didn't ask you so let's stop this conversation." Alfred nodded and they were at their dorm soon enough.
They walked in, Arthur first obviously and walked over to the desk were he set down his book and got out his homework. Alfred flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, resting himself. After about ten minutes, he got out his math and looked at it, immediately making a confused sound. Arthur glanced back a few times and Alfred was concentrating on the one problem trying to figure it out. After about five more minutes of Alfred talking to himself and putting himself down about math, Arthur sighed and stood up, walking to his bed. Arthur sat at the foot of Alfred's bed and took the book and homework away from Alfred, looking at the problem.
"The exponent is under the radical so that means that this cancel out, then you minus 45 from both sides, divide by five and your answer is 3." Arthur said, pointing to everything as he explained. Alfred grabbed the book back and did the math mentally before narrowing his eyes up at Arthur from his book.
"What are you, a witch?" Alfred asked.
Arthur sighed. "No, I'm just good at maths...listen, maybe you should go in after school if you can't figure this out. They won't keep you in this school if you can't do simple maths like this."
"Maths? Dude, it's not plural, it's just math."
"Maybe for you in stupid America but you're not over there, you're in Europe and it's maths." Arthur glared at Alfred and he sighed.
"Fine fine...but that's stupid." Alfred crossed his arms and looked at the next problem, making a face. "Uh...Arthur? Could you uh...help me?" He asked. Arthur sighed as dramatically as possible but complied, going over to this side and helped him. They spent the rest of the night doing homework, or rather Alfred's homework and when he was done, Arthur started on his own to which he was almost too tired to do. If he wasn't such a good student, he would've blown it off.
~UsUk~
A few days had passed Arthur had been tolerating Alfred's presence so much that he didn't even mind when Alfred was around. Arthur ended up sitting with Francis at lunch, who for some reason started sitting with Matthew and Alfred. Alfred and Matthew had been talking before Francis came and sat right next to Matthew, taking his attention away once again.
"Mattie...Hey Matt...Mattie! Ughhhhhh." Alfred sighed and poked Matthew's sides until he laughed and turned to Alfred.
"What, Alfred?" He asked politely.
"Stop ignoring me." Alfred narrowed his eyes at Francis. "And tell him to go leave. He's irritating."
Francis scoffed. "Is it because I dress better than you and I'm prettier?"
"Hell no! It's because you're an irritating prick...and Gilbert told me some stuff about you that was pretty hilarious and embarrassing."
"And when did you talk to Gil?"
"Oh that second detention I got from you and your friends being stupid. We were the only ones in there and ended up talking and you came up." Alfred said, sticking out his tongue.
"I'm sure whatever he told you about Francis is nothing that everybody already didn't know." Arthur mumbled.
"Arthur! So cruel!"
"Shut up, frog."
"Oh I dunno...it was pretty bad...he said that he and Antonio were the only ones to know...like what surprise he had for you later on during this week." Alfred said. Francis' face went pale and Arthur glared.
"What surprise! Francis I swear to god if it's another attempt to catch me naked I will call the bloody cops on you! My parents have been your savior but they won't help you this time I promise you!" He shot a glare at Francis one last time before turning to Alfred. "What the hell is this surprise?"
"Don't tell him Alfred! I will...I'll..."
"You don't have any dirt on me..." Alfred said triumphantly.
He glared. "I can easily find things out about you. You're not some super locked away secret Alfred, you're merely like everybody else."
Matthew cut in and put a hand on both Francis' and Alfred's chest, pushing them away from each other. "L-let's all calm down! I know you guys don't like each other but I...I don't care. You will get along...f-for my sake...please?" He asked quietly.
Alfred was the first to crack and he immediately calmed down. Matthew was his first friend and he was sure as hell not going to screw that up. Francis rolled his eyes at Alfred but then changed back into the sweet and charming young man Matthew seemed to bring out in him.
Elizabeta suddenly came running over to the table nearly sitting on Arthur as she sat down. He just sighed and moved out of her way and Elizabeta set down papers in front of all of them. "Okay guys...I have some exciting news!" She was nearly about to explode with excitement before Alfred asked her about it. "Okay so I'm in student council and the clubs meeting and recruitment is this Thursday. It's my job to tell people and you guys are my close friends so...guess what you guys get to help me do!" She smiled big and waved her hands to express her excitement. Everybody groaned and she sighed.
"Oh come on guys! How many times have I helped you all out before! You guys gets to either help or join clubs and recruit freshman. We'll be doing it after school tomorrow." She smiled and Alfred did as well.
"Sounds fun!" Elizabeta gave the sweetest smile but everybody else just gave a small sigh to Alfred for him being so naive to her ways of doing things.
~UsUk~
After school, Alfred had finally picked up his phone to his mother who immediately yelled at him. "Alfred Jones! I didn't raise you to ignore your mother's phone calls!"
"But I was in school and they're strict here..." He said calmly. He walked to his locker and got the things he needed before heading to the dorms.
"Oh yes, well...anyhow...they have another job for you tonight."
"But I thought my job was to...ya know."
"Yeah but they have someone else at the school that they want you to take care of. You're already there and so it can't be too hard." She hummed a little before continuing. "I volunteered to tell you since we haven't talked much. It's pretty lonely here without you...Mommy misses you!"
"Yeah yeah mom, I miss you too...but what's the job?" He asked.
"You're going to go kill a teacher. She's an elderly little thing, adorable really...but you either have to torture her into giving information or kill her so the people she's involved with will get the message. Killing her will be much easier. Oh! By the way, how's that mission of yours going? I haven't heard any progress."
"Oh...yeah I think it's going pretty well..." Alfred looked around, making sure no one was listening. "He's uh, kind of hard to get to know. Actually, he's pretty nice if you're on his good side. I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to get information though."
"...Alfie...life is hard, and I want you to know that no matter how hard things are sometimes that I will always love you in your decisions. I will love you even if you fail. That just means I'll have to finish it..." Alfred narrowed his eyes.
"What are you getting at?"
"Oh nothing...ignore me...anyways, the lady's name is Mrs. Walters. She's in her late 60s and it's a shame because she's a great teacher...but do it and then send a photo on this disposable phone. Once the boss gets it, you know what to do."
"I always know..." Alfred sighed.
"Well, I gotta run Alfie! Love you! Kisses...do well and don't be dirty!" Alfred could practically hear her smile and hung up after saying his own goodbyes to his mother.
Alfred turned around to see Ivan with a brow raised. He nearly dropped his phone and slid his hand through his hair to try and play off his obvious dorky moves. "Jesus Christ Ivan...you fucking scared me..." He sighed.
"I knew it before but hearing it just confirms my suspicious that you are truly awful at your job. You really shouldn't speak so freely out here about jobs."
Alfred opened his mouth but nothing came out for a while. "How…what are you talking about?"
"...You're going to play dumb? Fine then, but the only reason I helped you out earlier is because I already knew. If you're going to play dumb about it, I suppose I'll leave."
"No wait!" Alfred grabbed Ivan's shoulder to stop him from leaving. "I uh...so you know? How?"
Ivan shrugged. "Well it's obvious really. I'm in the mafia as well, not my choice. It's my life however and I've lived to deal with it. I can tell you aren't really experienced with killing those of your own age though, am I right?"
"I've killed plenty of people to do this...it's just...it's different."
"You're scared, I can tell. And if I'm right, I think you're going after Matthew?"
Alfred shook his head. "No it's...wait why am I telling you this?"
"I don't tell Alfred." Ivan's face was dead serious, as was his tone. It was so serious that it made Alfred clear his throat and look away.
"Right...well it's Arthur actually. I need information on him and his family so I need to get close to him."
"And I take it that you haven't ever had to do something like this before. I could tell when you were basically getting the shit kicked out of you earlier. You could've easily taken care of them all but in order to do that, it meant death and in front of the one you are trying to gain trust from. It scared you and you allowed every opening to them and they took it. It's an amateur move or it's strategy...however I think it's more amateur."
Alfred narrowed his eyes. "I'm not an amateur..."
"Well I wouldn't know, I met you not too long ago and haven't seen you fight, just get beaten up. I can tell you've been doing it your whole life but also that you've more often than not have killed those who are only older than you. You've never had to take many lives of those who you know personally. A day is going to come where you're going to have to kill someone close to you and it looks like that person will be Arthur." He said.
Alfred was going to say something more when Ivan got a call and he left to take it. They parted ways and Ivan agreed to never speak of this, as did Alfred. He went back to his dorm and got his knife that he always used during kills and headed out with a big sweat shirt over some disposable clothes. He was texted information about Mrs. Walters and the room she was in.
"Hello? Mrs. Walters? I was wondering if you could tell me something..." Alfred walked in, hands by his sides while the knife was safely inside the pocket.
She looked up from her desk and smiled sweetly. "Sure...what do you need?"
"I uh...I need help on math." He said. He gave her a textbook and she looked at the problems. "I don't understand how to do these..." Alfred looked around. No security cameras in the classrooms, good. They only appeared to be in the hallways but he already disarmed the ones in his way.
She looked over the problems and started explaining, Alfred of course was only half listening. When she looked away for a moment, Alfred pulled his knife and held it against her neck. "You know why I'm here don't you? You owe money and haven't paid it. You have information about us and other corporations that could help us get ahead in the grand scheme of things."
She just laughed. "I didn't realize they hired so young...or that they'd find me in the first place..."
"I wasn't hired...more like...bought...but that's not the point. The point is that you're going to die unless you start talking." She just glanced up at Alfred with a sweet smile and leaned into the knife.
"Well then, I guess you're going to have to kill me...I won't talk. And I doubt that you'd do it. You look to sweet...to innocent...too cowardly to-"
Alfred cut her neck so she screamed. He threw his hand over her mouth however and muffled her cries of pain. "I don't fucking play around lady...tell me what I want to know or I'll end you."
Tears ran down her cheeks as he glared up at him. She bit his fingers and he immediately pulled away. "Go fuck yourself kid..."
Alfred grit his teeth and cut her throat, taking off her jacket to catch the blood as it poured from her neck. "Fucking hell...this'll be one hell of a cleanup..." Alfred wiped his knife on her clothes, thoroughly cleaning it as best he could before putting it back in his pocket. He looked around again and thankfully, there was no one. He picked up her body and dragged her to the closet where he stuffed her in. He didn't have time for this, he had homework and he really didn't have a sound way to get her out of here without someone noticing. Someone would find out soon enough anyways and someone else would clean up his mess.
He made a quick escape and thankfully, he was clean except for his gloves which he shoved in his pockets for washing later. He couldn't risk getting rid of them because of his DNA on the inside. He wasn't stupid. Finally going back to the dorm again, it was darker but he was alone. Arthur had apparently left and he didn't know where or really care at the moment. All he wanted to do was take a shower, so that's what he did.
Alfred made sure to lock the door and the bathroom door as well before quickly washing his knife and putting it up and putting his clothes in the hamper. There were a few spots of blood but he didn't want any questions. He stripped completely before turning on the water. He checked his bruises and they weren't too bad considering none of the jocks got that good of a hit on him the whole fight but there were a few that would raise questions. Shrugging it off, he got in the shower and reveled in the feel of the hot water against his otherwise stressed out body.
He washed his hair first to get it out of the way, then his body more slowly. It was sad to admit but he was a tad sore from the fight earlier that day and he was a little ashamed that almost two weeks of not training made him pretty weak. After finishing washing himself, Alfred stood in the water for a good ten minutes before deciding to get out. The air was cold outside of the shower and he shivered. He apparently forgot to get a new towel this time and there weren't any more under the sink because Alfred had used the last clean one and set it by his bed.
Alfred shrugged and figured that since Arthur wasn't there, he would just go get it. However when Alfred was still getting out of the shower, Arthur had unlocked the door and walked in. He saw that Alfred wasn't there and figured that he'd practice covering up his bruises a bit better. He walked over to the bathroom and reached for the doorknob only for it to open and he face facing s chest. It was Alfred's chest to be more specific, and it was wet and glistening in front of Arthur's face. They both stood, frozen in shock and embarrassment. They made eye contact and for a few moments looked at each other as if it were the end of the world that Arthur had seen Alfred naked. And it was the end of the world in that moment.
Arthur finally regained his voice and as he kept getting redder, he just turned away, covering his eyes. "Put a bloody towel on! Why are you fucking naked!?"
Alfred covered himself and hid behind the door. "Okay, first of all you weren't here like five seconds ago! Secondly, I left my towel over by my bed and you weren't here so I was gonna go get it..." Alfred was red-faced as he spoke, realizing more and more than Arthur just saw him naked.
"Oh my god..." Arthur walked over and grabbed the towel before throwing it at Alfred, not looking of course. "Fucking put it back in there next time!"
Alfred quickly put the towel around his waist and ran over to the dresser to get clothes. He ran back over to the bathroom and got dressed in red shorts and a white t-shirt. Arthur quickly shoved passed him and closed the door after Alfred went to sit on his bed. "You're so stupid! Oh my god I'm literally fucking blind now!"
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