Ch 3: Stab My Heart

Ghost!AlfredxStudent!Arthur

Summary: Arthur Kirkland was different from the other kids, because Arthur could see ghosts. His life just seemed to turn for better and for worse because of that. USUK. Ghost!AlfredxArthur

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A/N:

I am so so so so so soooooo sorry for the extremely long wait just to update with an extremely lame chapter. I had speeches in English, Spanish and Japanese so I was really busy. Again, I am really sorry.

So... This is probably the last chapter. I liked this AU, might update little extras if I feel like it. Thanks to the person who pointed out the morse code error, my translator was stuffing up again OTL.

Onward with the chapter!

Clack, clack, clack, clack

Click, click

Clack, clack, clack

Arthur was searching furiously, trying to at least get one good link from the internet that could answer his question.

Clack, clack

Click, click, click, click, click

"Aha!"

His head glued to the screen, he clicked on the link. He just found a reliable looking site. Arthur read through the site, his thick brows furrowing as he read deeper and deeper. He reeled his head back slowly as he finished, thinking over the words that actually answered his question:

"To be with Alfred, I have to die?" He whispered so softly, it looked like he was just mouthing the words.

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"Alfred!"

Arthur sprinted towards the blue house, the joy of seeing Alfred - since a long time - making him run faster. Arthur bolted up the steps and slammed the door open (a bit surprised that it actually was open).

He looked around to find the ghost forlornly sitting in the middle of the floor. The American looked up, his eyes widening and his mouth turning upwards at the sight of the Brit standing in front of him. The said Brit smiled, relaxed to see his old friend again, Arthur leaned in to hug the blue eyed American but faded through - like always.

Arthur's face fell, he couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to do everything with Alfred; he wanted to be with Alfred.

"Alfred..." Arthur sniffled a bit, wiping the tears in his eyes. Alfred turned to look at his face. "I've got it, I know how to be with you" Arthur turned to look back at Alfred.

"I have to die"

Alfred stood up quickly, déjà vu from the last time they met washing over him. Alfred shudders. "No! I'm not gonna watch you throw your life away!"

Arthur stood up as well, his temper rising. "Why not? I want to be with you Alfred!"

Besides, it'll be easier for me! No more bullies, no more torture. No more!"

Arthur just couldn't believe him, after all he's been through researching!

Arthur pulled a kitchen knife from his pocket, the same knife he stole from his mother's kitchen when he thought she wasn't looking. Alfred glimpses the stainless steel glimmer so slightly. He attempts to charge at it. He knows he can't touch Arthur but he knows he could possess him.

Arthur dodges the angered American, making a run for it.

Alfred follows. He looks to the house and Arthur, but then decided Arthur was important for now.

Arthur runs. Runs like he never has before. He runs to the library, ignoring the librarians' warnings. He bolts up the stairs to the bell tower, knife in hand.

Alfred follows closely, his athleticism doing nothing to speed him.

Arthur raises the knife to swing at his chest, brandishing it high and taking a deep breath to calm him down - even for a little while.

Alfred fades through the door, glancing around and spotting Arthur with the blade poised to stab himself in the heart.

"Arthur! Don't! It won't wo-"

Blood

Everywhere

Arthur falls to his knees, eyes wide but grinning.

"I did it, Alfred" he croaks, coughing blood. "We can be together now". He smiles, eyes glimmering with hints of tears at the corners of his eyes.

Arthur closes his eyes, face looking at peace. His body drops lifelessly to the ground while he bleeds from a wound in his chest.

"ARTHUR!"

Alfred rushes to the Brit's side, trying to hold him but doing nothing but fading through the teen's dead body.

"ARTHUR!"

Alfred cries, the first time in years since he died. He knew it wouldn't work, it just didn't work that way, now Arthur's thrown away his life just for nothing. And he'll be lonely once again.

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Alfred stayed there the whole day, blaming himself for everything that's happened. With this, he knows he'll never be able to move on.

Days passed and people found Arthur's dead body and took it away. Alfred stayed, still hoping that maybe, just maybe, Arthur actually would come back as a ghost.

But he didn't.

Alfred waited weeks, moths, years.

Alfred's still waiting...

A/N:

And that's a wrap!

I feel so sorry for Al (TTATT). Thank you very much if you actually followed, favorited and/or reviewed! If any of you actually did.

This ends my extremely long hiatus and I'm actually writing a new fanfic right now :D It's another USUK one, I don't know which one I'll post first so maybe I'll post 'Trust Me' or 'Will You Love Me?'

'Trust Me' is about Devil!Al and sexy times while 'Will You Love Me?' Is about Punk!Iggy so yeah. Excuse my lame self advertising.

Thanks for reading!

Shaymin28