Here is chapter two!

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WARNING!: This story contains a stupid city with stupid people. It may come across as racist or sexist. There is yaoi, beware. USUK, PruCan, Gerita, etc.

If there is another thing you wish to be on the warning list that you want to be pointed out just tell me.

"A message I've thought much too much about,

Maybe it'll reach somebody, who can say?

Certainly I've always been this way,

A crazy patched up matryoshka!"

Chapter One: Letter

Alfred F. Jones sat silently on the old worn couch that made its place in his and his brother's apartment. The TV was tuned to Cartoon Network, playing random cartoons that would normally make someone like him laugh joyfully; but it was turned down very low. You'd think someone of his personality would have it turned up rather loud, people who didn't know him would assume that. Truth is Alfred needed people to whisper for it to sound like normal speaking to him. His ears were sensitive and if someone spoke normally it'd sound as if they were yelling at him. If someone were to yell at him it'd sound as if they were screaming, and if someone was screaming Alfred would surely cry. Somehow though it didn't affect his own voice, actually because of this Alfred would talk loudly just to hear himself normally, this annoyed people much to his misfortune.

Right now alarms were blaring painfully in Alfred head, one of the reasons behind the frown on his face. He grimaced and turned the TV off quickly. It felt as if someone was slamming his head with a really big sledge hammer. He clutched his head as if to stop the noises, but it didn't help much to his avail. He always had to deal with these alarms, but today it wasn't being very sentimental to him; and he really needed it to stop. He'd just finished work and only wanted to relax, but of course nothing was going to be very nice to him today. Alfred lifted himself from the couch sluggishly and opened his window.

The cool air on his face made the alarms quiet down a small amount. Slowly he smiled, today was quiet, a rare occasion for this city. Alfred sighed peacefully and pulled out a notebook and pen. He wrote in the notebook, letting the wind from the window hit his face. When he was done he ripped it out and looked at it. He did this daily, wrote to someone, he didn't know who though. To someone, anyone who would listen. At times like these Alfred knew he was different, it never bothered him that he wasn't the same, only that he was lonely. Yes he had his brother and such but really there was a longing to fit in. He didn't know what and as he was in deep thought he was disturbed when the door opened.

With the creek of the door there was slight cursing and grumbling, then the sound of the door clicking shut. Alfred shut the window, knowing it was his brother who had returned home, and his distaste for the cold. "Mattie?" Alfred asked feeling his headache return the cold air no longer there to comfort him, "can I have some Tylenol? I have a killer migraine…"

His brother looked up at him and smiled small, "Yeah just let me put these groceries away." He said. Alfred didn't like to admit it but he took to many pills at times, so his brother hid them. He was thankful for such a thoughtful brother.

Matthew D. Williams, THAT is who Alfred's brother was. He'd changed his last name to their mother's maiden name a long time ago, as an attempt to make people not mistake him for Alfred. Well that really didn't work. Alfred didn't understand why people mistook them for each other, they were nothing alike, and not really the same looking. Matt was quiet, and not outgoing. He didn't have many friends at all, and was very quiet. That was ok for Alfred though, he was pretty sure if his brother was loud he'd have ditched him somewhere a long time ago.

Matthew yawned, covering his mouth, then pushing his slightly longer blonde hair out of his face. He took off his glasses and cleaned them off, making the bags under his eyes more visible. His eyes glew a soft purple color, and just shone with sleepiness. Alfred frowned and went over to his brother. He began helping put the groceries away. His brother smiled at him and continued. Alfred didn't like seeing his brother weak or tired, it just showed how much he worked. Not only did Matt have a job working in a library he also was a janitor at the college. Alfred worked as a waiter and also helped clean the apartment building they lived in. Thankfully because Alfred helped take care of the place they didn't have to pay rent and got a place to live. They both worked really hard for important things, but Alfred felt Mat had too much on his plate. Matt was smaller than him, it was obvious to people who knew them. Alfred knew this too and it was the reason why Matt got tired so quickly. Alfred could surely do those jobs for Matt, heck he could do all of them, there was just one issue. The noise, it was just too loud, and libraries smelled funny to Alfred. Matt of course found closure in them.

"You need to sleep Mattie…" Alfred said, frowning at his brother. Matt looked up at him and gave a small chuckle, an embarrassed look on his face.

"I'm ok Alfred. I'll take a nap when we are done here and you get your pill. Then we can go on our walk. It's nice and quiet around here at night."

Alfred frowned and pouted, "maybe to you it is…" Matt smiled and left the room, then returned and gave Alfred Tylenol.

"It'll help I promise," Matthew reassured Alfred. Alfred simply sighed and went to a room in the back after swallowing the pill that had been given to him. He plopped down on his bed and huffed in a frustrated way.

Alfred stared out the window as the sun slowly went down. He went over and opened it, once again letting the wind hit his face. He smiled inhaling the familiar city air. He loved this place despite all of that lead to the fact it was a horrible place. He felt connected to the land and earth Skyward was built on, it was his home and he cherished it. Odd? The people here were so unkind, not very gentle and kind like Alfred was, like his brother, like the video game store guy.

He and his brother were children of tis born with a gene called Eu. Meaning good in an old language, of course only he and his brother would have taken the time to know that. No one sees it as that, weren't names given for a reason? Alfred's small smile faded once again. He never liked frowning, it gave off negativity, but he also didn't like appearing happy for the sake of others. Not only that, he had to wear dumb glasses to hide the fact he was what he was. Who knew what people would do to him and his brother if they knew.

Alfred loved people. That's just who he was, he wanted to make people happy, to have their support. They'd never even look at him again if her were to show them. He knew they weren't his friends, but just to see pure glee on someone's face made his heart well up with joy. He stared down at the city, the alarms shaking around in his head silently. The city needed him, but didn't want his help. Alfred was strong though he could take it.

Yes, Alfred was very strong; too strong. He could life a building if he really wanted to, but then again he didn't know how to use his powers quite right. One time he hugged his mother after a very upsetting nightmare, he hugged her to tight and broke many bones in her body. Their father was quiet after that, and always stayed with her. Alfred looked at his hands, they shook. What do you do when your parents don't know what to do with you? Even when they are just like you? It scared Alfred so much he doesn't touch people. He doesn't even hug his brother, and well, he doesn't let anyone hug him. When suffering from nightmares or terrors he would just lay in bed. He hated them, he hated himself for still having them too, he was 21 for goodness sake!

I an abrupt moment of rage Alfred had punched the window sill and it now lay before him, the wood snapped and wall broken. Alfred sighed and looked around his room at the posters on his walls, there were many of them, he left to fetch some tools and he fixed the window sill, but went under his bed and grabbed a poster, covering the broken wall with it. His frown melted into a smile at his handy work. Alfred combed his hands through his hair, and sighed; happy to have let out a brief amount of power. He hated letting it build up in him all the time. Also the constant alarms of danger in the city, he could hear calls for help at night sometimes, leaving him restless. He knew he could run fast enough to save them, but that would also give him away.

Alfred shook feeling his eyes start burning with tears, he shut the window and covered it up. He went over and laid down on his bed, closing his eyes. If he couldn't see the danger it was ok right? Wrong, he could feel it. He KNEW it was there. He always knew. He closed his eyes, a nap surely would be good for him…

Matthew smiled at his brother as they headed to the park. Alfred couldn't hold a frown at his own brother and laughed a bit, smiling back. They could see their breath in the cool November chill as they walked on. Feeling happier despite the noise of cars hovering by, and the sound of other people making a racket in the distance; oh well. Matt took out his phone and smiled bigger, red text going across his screen. Alfred knew exactly who it was and sighed, making a pouty face at his brother. Matt only looked up at Alfred with hopeful eyes. Alfred sighed deeply.

"So you're gonna leave me for your boyfriend? So cruel Mattie! I wouldn't leave you alone for someone else!" Alfred pouted and huffed.

"You don't have one you don't understand… A little whiles ok, right? I-I mean I have been really busy lately Al, please?"

"You know you don't have to ask me Mattie, I'm just messin' with you!" Alfred said snorting at his brother. Matt smiled and gave his brother a gentle hug, making Alfred tense up and quiet down.

"Thanks Al." Then with that Matt was walking off down the street. Alfred sighed, suddenly feeling colder.

Alfred knew his brother wouldn't be back home tonight. He'll probably go see a movie with Gilbert, it'll be color; and Gilbert will sing 'Baby its Cold Outside' to him and he will stay. Gilbert knew it was his favorite Christmas song, of all the songs. Sometimes Alfred thought his brother was a little too sappy. Sighing again, more exasperatedly, then continued on to the park. The walk was longer without his brother, and there were no distractions from the noise either. Alfred shivered when a car honked loudly at another. To get his mind off of the noises he pictured the bench he planned to relax on in the night air. He smiled and continued on.

At the park Alfred stared up at the night sky as he walked on. There were no stars, Alfred actually had never seen stars, which was off because there were stars on the flag. Alfred didn't know if he would be disappointed if he did finally see stars. With a sigh he finally looked down, and scanned the empty park. He breathed to see the white smoke form in front of him, then saw the bench, a smile forming on his face, only for it to disappear.

There was someone on the bench, Alfred's alarms went wild and he quickly ran over to the person laying on it, a thin blanket pulled tightly around the trembling form. Alfred hesitantly laid a hand on the shoulder, startling the person who quickly jumped up, their knees wobbling. Alfred gulped and breathed, not knowing what to quite do. He tried to say something but only choked words came out. The other form slowly sunk to their knees. Alfred began to panic, he took off his coat and wrapped it around the weak man, then picked him up very gently.

"P-put me down you daft f-fool!" the guy whispered to him harshly. He was very thin, Alfred could see that through his thin clothing. Not only that, he was gravely pale. Alfred's face became pale too, feeling scared for the man. His heart ached for him and his eyes were burning again.

"No… Y-you're hurt a-and I-I…" The man's eyes were scrunched closed, he shook from the cold and it just made Alfred choke. The man didn't answer back, even though Alfred knew he was fully conscious, just suffering. Maybe the man hadn't heard him? "I-I'M TAKING YOU HOME WITH ME!" Alfred yelled, he didn't really mean for it to be so loud, but he was nervous.

The little man scowled at him, eyes still closed s if they were frozen shut, "I HEARD YOU, YAH GIT!" That successfully make Alfred ears explode, dropping the man and making his head spin. Alfred clutched his head and grunted in pain. The man stood up and slowly went over to him hesitantly, "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to make you mad!"

"N-no I-I'm not mad… It's nothing," then he picked the man up once more and took a step forward and ran. The sounds flew past him, like they were never even there. This made Alfred's head stop spinning, made the alarms dull, and a small smile appear. He looked at the man in his arms, he was talking loudly; he couldn't hear him.

The man was obviously scared, eyes closed tightly and curled up tightly. Alfred took this time to study the man. His feet on the way home, moving out of the way of any obstacle as if they had a mind of their own; Alfred honestly didn't think he was that weird though. The man was obviously very small, and pale. Yes he was sickly right now but he bet that the man was normally quite pale. His hair was dirty but he could tell the color was a light blonde due to the man's long eyelashes. What caught Alfred's eyes though were the big fuzzy eyebrows on this guy's head. They seemed disproportionate to his soft features, yet they just fit. They were funny to look at though.

Alfred came to a halt when he reached his apartment building. The man in his arms was babbling about how infuriated he was that he'd not been listening to him. Alfred could tell the man really was wasting his steam on such useless conversation. Alfred shushed that man, making him stutter and open his mouth to argue more; Alfred quickly hushed him once more. This made the man be quiet, but not from mumbling incoherent things under his breath. Alfred walked into the building and up the stairs to his house. The man was out cold now, and Alfred quickly checked him over. His alarms weren't going off, so he knew the man was ok. Alfred took the man to his room and laid him on his bed, he removed his coat from the man.

Alfred's nostrils flared suddenly at the strong smell of iron. He again picked the man up and took him to the bathroom and looked for the wound. It was under the man's shirt. Alfred tore it off, startling the man. He screeched when he saw his shirt and turned around quickly to tackle him. Alfred gasped in surprise of the man's sudden burst of strength. Alfred pushed him back.

"Calm down your hurt I'm only helping!" Alfred growled, getting fed up with this man.

"You ruined my clothing!" The man fretted, his eyes opened wide, Alfred was suddenly speechless as he stared at them with wide eyes. The man realized this and quickly squeezed them shut, falling to the floor and curling up. He shook with fear, and began speaking to quickly for Alfred to understand. "I-IMSORRYPLEASEDONT TELL!"

Alfred stood up and went over to him silently, crouching down and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't say anything, words wouldn't come out. He just continued inspecting the man for wounds. Finally words formed in his mouth, they were quiet and small but the man had heard them.

"It's gonna be ok. Everything is going to be fine, where does it hurt?"

"A package stung by a headache,

Time may pass, but hands are at 4,

Don't tell anyone;

Are world will turn upside down!"

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