I don't even have an excuse for this being so late... I apologize. By the way. you guys all know the school i used as a setting of this story? Well, a school like this actually exists. An education facility that brings in intelligent people from accross the globe for the sake of promoting better foreign affairs. My friend is applying to this school and told me about it. It's called United World College. I have a link to their site in my profile. So yeah, just a tidbit of info for you guys. Oh, and thank you for the lovely reviews/ favorites/ follows. Even though I'm so terrible at updating.

Disclaimer: I apparently don't even own the idea for the school

Chapter 4

The next day the students walked into and out of the science building without any idea of the words that were glistening on the wall not more than a few hours ago. The girl had recovered from unconsciousness not remembering any of the night's events, which meant that Arthur was back at square one again. Principal Vargas had left him to take care of the painted message and for now it was covered up with a bit of cloaking magic. Not big of a deal. He would study it more after school was out or maybe even during lunch. It was once again more than thirty minutes before the bell would ring to signal the beginning of first period. Arthur was passing the time by poring over the leather notebook that had been passed down through generations. It had recorded information about almost everything relating to the magical realm dating back to the days when common people actually believed in it. At this moment Arthur was trying to find anything that might lead to whatever or whoever was residing here and causing a disturbance. He didn't notice the door slide open and a tall blonde American walk in five minutes before the bell would ring.

"Yo Artie! Watcha' doin'?" The English boy jumped and slammed his book shut stuffing it hastily into his bag.

"Nothing, and didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people like that?" Alfred ignored the remark and glanced down to where a corner of the book peeked out the bag. Was it some sort of diary? A childish impulsive desire to read it popped into his mind and Alfred instantly snatched up the little book from its hiding spot.

"Hey!" came and indignant shout from Arthur as he reached for the book. Alfred only grinned wider and kept it out of the shorter boy's reach,

"Whatcha' got in here Artie?"

"None of your business so give it back!" demanded the shorter blonde. Startled by the fierce reaction Alfred handed back the book. However, he caught a glimpse of the inside and noticed that it was totally blank, weird, wasn't there words in it a few seconds ago? Alfred sat down in his desk as Arthur grumbled quickly shoving the book into his bag this time taking care to zip it up properly. More students filed in as the bell rang and the two stayed silent till the end of class.

It was fourth period and Alfred was barely catching the words that were coming out of the teacher's mouth. All he could think about was what Arthur was up to. It was strange, the boy had been here at the school for less than two weeks and somehow it seemed like he was deeply involved in something to do with this school that not even Alfred knew about. All of the sudden he was dragged out of his thoughts by the sound of everyone flipping through their textbooks filling out a worksheet Alfred just noticed was sitting on his desk. Shit, He had no idea what they were doing. Good thing Francis was sitting next to him, well it was good for these situations. Alfred leaned over and whispered,

"pst, Francis, what are we doing?" The Frenchman was startled and looked up from what he was doing, and Alfred noticed whatever it was it definitely wasn't the assignment; it was a doodle of a little boy with giant eyebrows in a baggy pirate costume brandishing a sword. It was really pretty good actually; Francis slipped the drawing under his textbook and opened it to the assigned page,

"Alfred mon ami, look at the board. She wrote the assignment down," Alfred looked and noticed that it really was right there: Page fifty-two, exercises nineteen through thirty- six.

"Oh, huh, it really is," was his intelligent reply. Francis leaned his cheek on his hand and smirked,

"Even you aren't that slow Alfred, could it be you just wanted an excuse to talk to moi?"

"Ha-ha, No chance in Hell would I ever invite you in my pants!" Alfred laughed. Suddenly every head in the class turned towards him; apparently he had said that very loudly. He glanced towards Francis who had innocently gone back to his work pretending to be a victim of some cruel joke. Jerk, thought Alfred, he looked at the teacher. Her arms were crossed and she had an irritated expression on her face. Alfred scratched his head sheepishly,

"Uh, oops?"

So here he was, sitting outside the office trying to figure out an excuse for disturbing the class, "insulting another classmate", and "using inappropriate language" in front of a teacher. He sighed; this was just not his day. Then the voices in the office just got louder. Huh? Alfred perked up his ears. He recognized the voices. One of them was obviously Principal Vargas, but the other one, wasn't that Arthur? Alfred was practically leaning against the door now trying to make out the words.

"Sir, I need more information, if I don't get it then this will take much longer than needed," a sigh,

"I'll see what I can do Arthur, but I'm not sure how much information you will be allowed,"

"Thank you sir, I'll be off now,"

The door opened and the Englishman walked out… and crashed right into Alfred. The American quickly scooted backwards and out of the way. For a moment Arthur looked stunned then he scowled,

"What are you doing here?" Alfred raised an eyebrow,

"I could ask you the same thing," Arthur looked like he was going to say something but then stopped himself,

"Whatever, I'm leaving," he snapped and then briskly strode off. Alfred stared after him, looks like there really is more to Arthur Kirkland than he had first thought. Principal Vargas poked his head out of the door,

"Ah, Alfred, I was expecting you, are you going to tell me what happened in class?" the blonde's head snapped around and all the thoughts that were circulating through his head just seconds ago disappeared.

"Well, you see…" he started weakly.

Arthur decided that it would be a better use of time to inspect the message that was left for him the night before than eat lunch. He would just eat later. As he looked at the words on the inside wall of the science building entranceway he was thankful that no one was in here. The paint seemed to be made fairly well and was thus very vibrant and noticeable. For some reason, Arthur could have sworn he had seen this exact shade somewhere fairly recently. The faeries also didn't find anything particularly strange about it. Arthur rubbed his temples. Everything so far seemed to come up cold. If things kept going this way then he might actually be forced to ask his brothers for help and that was not something he wanted to do. Wait, he had yet to inspect his locker more closely; even though he may have destroyed the spell some of the magic may have lingered in the area. Cursing himself for not seeing it earlier, Arthur grabbed his things and ran off in the direction of his locker.

As he ran into the main building and was about to turn around the corner to the hallway his locker was in; he slammed into another body.

"Ow," That's the second time today! Arthur eased himself off the floor and looked at the person he crashed into. His eyes widened and his heart stopped beating for two seconds. It was Francis.

"Désolé, I didn't notice you," the French man opened his previously shut eyes and looked at the other. Arthur by this time had put on a mask hiding his surprise. He couldn't let Francis find out,

"No, no, the fault was mine. Terribly sorry about that," be a gentleman and a stranger Arthur reminded himself. Francis got up and scrutinized him closely,

"…You really look very much like someone I knew,"

"I've been told that a lot actually, my face is very plain apparently. Now if you'll excuse me," Arthur picked up his dropped belongings and rushed off to his locker leaving behind a curious Francis.

Damn, Arthur thought, he had to pretend not to recognize him or call him a bloody frog. It would be far too obvious otherwise. Arthur thanked his lucky stars that acting had been part of his curriculum. At first he thought that he would be in a really bad spot, thankfully he had avoided it. Arthur's expression then turned sad, Francis believed he died in that fire after all. Well, technically, that's what happened. That day Angel had died along with the rest of his family, and in his place Arthur Kirkland had been born.

A Francis looked at the retreating back of Arthur Kirkland He couldn't help but think that he truly did resemble Angel much more than he had originally believed. After all it was a pretty big school and he had never seen him up close until now. Could it be possible that Angel didn't die? But if he didn't what reason did he have to hide it from him? Francis shook his head, no; this was not something he should be thinking about. The wavy blonde walked towards the cafeteria, he needed a distraction. Maybe he would go find Matthew.

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