3 Years and Two Twisted Hearts

by Kanon58

The Lord of Crime is in a phase of depression, it is the greatest Detective's job to take care of him. After forcing him to 'live' when London bridge has fall them down to the Thames. Sherliam Dedicated Fic (Both Anime/Manga timeline)

3. Hound of the Wounded

3 Years and Two Hearts (A Sherliam Fanfic)

Summary: The Lord of Crime is in a phase of depression, it is the greatest Detective's job to take care of him. After forcing him to 'live' when London bridge has fall them down to the Thames. Sherliam Dedicated Fic (Both Anime/Manga timeline)

Note: I changed the taggings cuz I realize as I type there is a smut lol. So Yeah warning! Also...Please keep in mind this is still a fanfic mix with anime, manga and bbc Sherlock influence. Even the original book of Sherlock Holmes Adventure. Then again, I can't promise to finish but I'm doing this for my own sake to read more Sherliam Moments and I hope you feel the same! Enjoooy!

P.S. plz ignore the weird English xD

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Chapter 3: Hound of the Wounded

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Dysphoria a state of feeling very unhappy, uneasy, or dissatisfied.

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["It hurts...it hurts..."]

He is falling down.

["Everything just hurts..."]

He wanted this.

["And yet..."]

This is how it should end, it was perfect ending already. You know, tragic end of the most evil character of all in the eyes of London.

William James Moriarty made his final smile and watched the world upside down.

His final words is the name of the person number one in his heart.

"You've bested me, Sherly."

SLASH!

To his shock, Sherlock screams in desperation.

'AS IF I LET YOU DIE ALONE! NOT THIS TIME!'

["That person..."]

William's dead red eyes widen with light. It looked like a dove or a form of angel coming closer to his vision.

His pupils were shaking. A rare sight to see.

["He looked like a dove of salvation sent from the heavens and embraced me with protection."]

No, really...It was his salvation.

["He insisted something I refuse to accept."]

Right, he was a patriot.

"Liam, let's live together."

The detective tighten his hug as William felt vulnerable.

He never felt such love before can be different impact from his loving brothers.

["That someone terrible like me is wanted this much..."]

Even though the answer is already there, it is vocal and physical too. Still...William James Moriarty kept questioning this.

SPLASH!

["Why did he come with me?"]

He could have died if miracle did not exist in the river of Thames.

["Why me...?"]

Is exactly the same question the other pestered him to answer.

["What did he like about me that much...?"]

William never really like himself nor love himself. It was all for Louis sake, his ill younger brother.

He will do everything to keep Louis alive.

["Do I deserve this...?"]

Drowning.

["Do I deserve him?"]

The bubbles dissipates.

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"Let me see your pupil movement."

Red irises following the flashlight while the other lack some light.

"Ok good."

Dark blue eyes looking back at him.

"Stretch your hands both sides."

Lifting his petite arms.

"Up and down..."

Trying to keep back straight.

"Look to the left." Moving his eyes to the left.

"Look to the right." Moving his eyes to the right.

Sherlock is currently checking on William whose sitting at the sofa. "How is your vision?"

William wearing new set pajamas that Billy has bought for him while a blanket covering his shoulders too, to protect himself from feeling cold. Apparently he still feel feverish time to time since he woke up.

Slowly lifted his left hand to cover his blind eye in attempt to feel his own eye socket insides, he needed to share his experience to the quack doctor."...I can still see I think, but I cannot feel my other eye anymore. Am not sure, am still confused of my own body."

Sherlock carefully watch his movements for any signs of lie. "I see, but Does your face itch? Does it hurts?" William whose good at answering with smile, he admits something actually bothers his body despite being declare healthy. "It is numb too this face of mine...the scars does not hurt. But my legs hurts."

Sherlock grab the pills. "Then take this medicine."

Without doubts, William just followed his orders acting like Sherlock as a real doctor.

"Ok."

Gulping the medicine with a glass of water, to William's surprise Sherlock isn't over yet.

"Now next."

"Hm?"

This is where Sherlock gave him a piercing look straight to his irises.

"Do you remember everything that has transpired Liam?"

William didn't say anything at first but stared back. He is trying to keep things with all honesty towards Sherlock...the man who sacrificed so much for him.

So he at least did not want to forget it.

"Yes I do."

"Then can you tell me in a summary."

William smirks as he answered him who had a unreadable face. Sherlock simply contemplates William's answer before he let him go back to bed.

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At the office...

"So how is the check up going ?"

Billy found Sherlock smoking at the veranda of their agency. Sherlock had that serious look again, he will get so old if this keeps up.

But then again Sherlock had always been born with that face.

Blowing the smoke, Sherlock took deep breaths. "Liam is healthy but his mental state is still scattered." Billy who just stood beside him. "Is it that bad?"

Sherlock took another sip. "Let's say his soul is shattering." The Sheriff frowns, that didn't sound good at all even though William is now awake.

"Um, I thought he said you gave him hope?"

Sherlock lets out a mocking short laughter before he said back, "Yes he did, he believes in me but he doesn't have confidence to himself."

A person need to gather themselves to recover or else a helping hand would be useless to help them if they won't help them selves.

Throwing his cigarette stick at the floor and stepping on them. "Liam is lost."

Billy is still concern about how Sherlock works so hard for William whose nothing but a bag of burden. Not that he hated William, he just feel bad if Sherlock's feelings for former Moriarty would be in vain...if that person just decided to disappear from Sherlock's life.

All his effort will be wasted and that would be tragic. Billy didn't want their so called friendship to be tragic like he had before. 'Got to do something.' So he steps up, "Is there anything we can do to help him then? Like...Meds? Therapy? Um...psychiatrist?" Anything goes. Sherlock shakes his head to his dismay, "None of those."

Both of them look to the distant.

"What Liam need is space."

Whoosh~

The wind blows. They were silent for a while until Sherlock turned his back. He is about to head back inside the office.

"Although there is something I forgot to ask him though."

"What could it be?"

Sherlock made a sad smile.

"I forgot to ask him during his comma state if he can hear me...or is he aware on his surroundings."

Billy try to cheer him up. "It didn't seem like he is aware ."

Sherlock doesn't buy it. "What I mean is, could he be dreaming all those time which is why it took him long enough the will to live in the outside world to see me..?"

Billy scratches the back of his head to give it up. "I see...just his will to remain in the realm of dreams. Gotcha."

As the two headed back inside...Here is William James Moriarty dozing off on his bed in a sitting position while his head looking out the window's fluttering curtains.

Alone in the apartment while the two were at work at this time.

He is feeling melancholic.

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'I saw a distant memory when I was asleep.'

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'It was the memory where I was still in the slums...with Louis.'

During William's comatose, he saw a distant dream of his past...

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Liam's POV

Jilliam and Louis Morgan. Inspired and derived names from William Shakespeare and Lewis the Dauphin. That was our official birth name in our birth certificate that I have surrender to Sherlock's hand along with all the blueprints of Noachtic and my suicide letter.

All of the evidence of my crime and existence. I wanted Sherlock to be the first person to ever know my real name, besides of course brother Albert.

To be honest...I don't like my name Jilliam. It could have been better if it is just straight up William. People call me Jim and that name felt nothing but just a name. It even sounds...hilarious.

Because the moment I open my eyes in this world it was already ugly.

I'll give you a background that I buried myself.

My mother is a former noble woman who married an ordinary man which is my father whose an engineer. So he isn't really that of a low class. It sounds romantic isn't? That my mother gave up her status for someone she loves...so they could live together.

As said my father is an engineer, he is smart for an ordinary citizen. I must have gotten my outwits from him. Meanwhile My mother had beautiful long blonde hair and scarlet eyes, clearly got our elegant looks from her irises.

But then...a fairytale my mother hoped crashed down.

Finding out that my father is actually already married to somebody else in this lower class field. Well, even so my mother is desperate, she became the mistress in the relationship.

Until she just broke herself.

It was the moment our so called mother gave birth to us twins. Yes, Louis and I are considered twins despite a year apart. For some reason the time we were born, their love for each other completely had fallen apart as if it is an orchestrated tragic play of love story.

["Ahh~"]

My mother is no longer treated as a mistress but a maid. So she got all her frustration to us, or to me specifically since I was her first born fruit of idiocy. My mother never called my name even though they gave me one. But am smart, I found our papers scattered in our home and saw what was my name.

"Jil...liam...?"

I was 3 yrs old and I was able to read. Amazing right? You may not believe it but 5% of three year old kid can learn to speak and write even nobody told them. You called those born genius.

Even that gift, we were never considered as their children.

["So we are estrange."]

As I got a little older I gain consciousness about who am and what am doing and what is happening.

It is a dismaying sight how my father never call my name either even though am smart for a toddler. When I was 5 years old I showed him that I can count numbers like he does in engineering.

All he said, "You think that's all it takes to impress me? You eyes of the devil."

I was shocked. That actually hurts.

When I go outside it feels alienated to me that some neighbors calls my name. These neighbors are not kind, they just likes to meld to our dramatic life.

Now I'm 6yrs old, I had a bigger awareness.

Yes.

Nobody will call my name from the bottom of their heart. So Jilliam or Jim, that ugly name should just disappear. Someday if I had the power, I will gladly change my birthname.

I can make a nickname, but I rather not focus on that.

I looked at my baby brother and thought...

'At least save my younger brother...my twin to be exact, I didn't want him to experience the same mental torture.'

So the time that I was 5yrs old and he was 4yrs old, I always talk to Louis until I turned 6years old as mention.

"Louis, come to big brother."

"Hehe!"

Oh no...

Louis is so cute, he looks like me...I told myself if they cannot be our parents, I will be Louis's proper parent.

It must be a blessing from the heavens that I happen to be born too intelligent. My mother and father called me creepy and strange for knowing basic things that they never taught me. I was not able to go to school because they did not bother.

At first it didn't bother me until I feel creepy to myself, same time I feel stronger and proud of my intelligence.

However that didn't go well with our parents.

The day has come that they parted ways and our mother throw us out when I was 7.

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BAM! BAM!

"Mother! Open the door! Louis is...Louis is having episodes!"

My mentally ill mother just shouted all her anger between the door.

"I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! YOU KIDS RUINED MY LIFE! JUST DIE ALREADY!"

I just felt annoyed than pity or hurt.

"Is that what you really think...?"

I hear my mother sobs.

"I wish I never gave up being a noble..." sobbing, "...huhu now am a peasant. A disgusting peasant who does not deserve to live! I want to die...!"

I clench my fist, I realized it is time to move on.

'She is beyond saving.' Were my final thoughts about this woman.

"Mother...farewell."

I turned my back and grab Louis shaking body as he clutch his heart. *"(coughs! Coughs!)"* Softly I called his attention. "Louis." Louis tried his best to response. "B-big brother...?"

"Let's go."

His eyes were full of confusion, "Go where...? What about mother-" I hushed him the truth, there is no point in hiding.

"Shh~ it's ok." I don't want my little brother be ignorant about this reality. "She is gone Louis. You only have me now. We'll always be together Louis." I hug him, I made sure to give him warmth. I didn't want Louis to cry so I didn't cry.

"Brother..."

I held my secret bitterness inside me with an responsible façade and took Louis hand in hand as we walk away from our home to live in the slums.

Rather than...that stagnated home.

"From this day forward, we will live, we brothers together on this cruel world." I smiled. "Just you and I."

Louis is being obedient and did not even question me as he held tighter to my hands.

"Ok. Big Brother."

Louis knows it too...that he cannot call me by my name. Because he didn't know my name and I never told him. All I taught him is to call me big brother. Nobody should bother knowing my name, it was not important either...

Because every time I hear it, my face darkens.

He doesn't need to say brother Jim nor Brother Liam or Brother Jilliam.

I buried that name. I'm a nameless human being.

Just big brother is fine, it is fine.

Before we actually went to the slum, I did attempt to find my father who disappeared. Neglection indeed, as he had clearly abandoned Louis to me whose born with a heart illness and he knows it. Let know were hungry, my father ignored my letter to him for asking little support.

The good thing is I heard rumors he was imprisoned for a crime of I guess murder? He murder the secret concubine of his real wife.

Karma does exist.

That was the first I felt joy.

"Devils get punished by heavens karma..."

My heart never felt such lift out of rocks knowing a bad person got what he deserve.

Except here is now a bigger problem.

It is just...Louis is basically isn't going to live long without medicine. His medicine when he was an infant were random stuffs from neighbors who gives them in exchange for a gossip what is happening inside our household. As you can see that ends today.

Another thought to myself.

'I have brains, am gifted. I have to use this to raise Louis.'

Me whose a nameless child, counting numbers is top priority. Because that is where money comes from. 'Learn to read money!'

So as we wander around the slums, I talk to random people and ask them some stuffs to gain knowledge. So far they are not hostile but truly everyone is depressing.

I need to be tough, I can't be a child.

"For Louis."

Louis is the only human being I love in this world.

My dear weak little brother...

My reason to keep living...

However you know...?

Sometimes, just sometimes I imagined.

What will happen if I abandon him?

Will I be happier?

Or will I feel so alone that I just want to die?

No that's it.

Because Louis is trying to live, I feel ashamed that I didn't want to cling to life.

So I made a fake face.

A promise to save money for us to find a place we belong to, or we create it.

I will create it.

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Outside POV

Here they are, Jim and Louis were sleeping in slums. They barely have blankets and food.

It is the 26th day they had wander around the slums.

To the worst part...

"It's raining..."

Jim looks above the darkening sky, The rain is pouring so cold. To his fear Louis clutches his heart again and unable to breath.

Another episode.

"Agh!"

"Louis! Are you okay?!"

Louis is very weak, but he tries not to make Jim worry even it is impossible to fake that.

"J-just episodes...*coughs!* Sorry brother."

His little brother is suffering more and more.

'I don't have money for this. We don't have people who will care for us either, what should I do?'

Jim tried to cover his panicking thoughts through a blank stare and saying soft words for comfort to the latter.

"Louis...hold my hand, am here."

He gaze at him and just watched him in pain. Probably...Louis realize the color of his eyes were making.

"Say Brother?"

"Yes?"

Louis gather his strength to calm his own body and slowly he gain composure, but he had eyebags and he looks very pale.

A thunder can be heard to stop the silence in-between.

THUNDER!

Their ears were shook.

Louis asked him something he did not want to hear.

"Why do you keep me alive? If you get rid of me, your life would be better off..."

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Badump!)))

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'Ahh...annoying.'

Fight it, fight it, fight it.

A deep breath.

"Don't say that Louis." As his big brother, Jim grab his hands and rubs them. He didn't want Louis to feel like he is a burden even though he is in terms of survival in the streets is a hassle.

But he do not want Louis to go.

'...I do not want to be alone. So I told him my feelings, my plans, my real thoughts.'

Inhale and exhale.

Stay smiling.

"Louis you are my life. Without you I cannot be an elder brother. I may look like this, but I like taking care of you as my little brother. You are never a burden."

Louis cried. "Big b-brother..." Jim pulled him closer and it feels warm now that they are hugging each other.

The cold rain continue to deaf their ears.

A brotherly love.

"It's ok to cry Louis. I will always make sure you have a place to belong."

They fall asleep that day...and Jim had an awful dream.

A nightmare of anguish.

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["You don't deserve a name!"]

SLAP!

["Mother..."]

SHAKE!

["Get out of my life!"]

HIT!

["I HATE THOSE EYES OF YOURS AND THAT INTELLIGENCE YOU HAVE, LIKE YOUR FATHER!"]

SLAM!

["Father..."]

MOCKING LAUGHTER

["You must be a f*k psychopath, you don't really feel sorry for your little brother's condition nor your mentally ill mother. You just want to manipulate them don't ya...? Just like what I did."]

GLARE

["You are a depressing sight."]

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(( breaths ))

"...wah!"

He is catching his breath, it felt like his heart stopped beating for a second and he held it.

"Hahh,hahh...!" It's still morning the only difference the rain had stopped.

Jim look above the clouds clearing and notice Louis is sleeping on his lap. A relief smile crossed his lips. 'He looks much better now.' Checking the surroundings, it is all soak but no more rain.

"Another day, another hunger games."

A brilliant idea made it's way to Jilliam's mind.

'Maybe...I should use my intelligence to people who wants to know something that is not easily required?'

Actually, before they were thrown out of their house. Jim took some stuffs.

Their birth cert and a book.

The book is a William Shakespeare book. It has a name of his mother, it seems like his mother is a bookworm and took this book with her in a commoner's life before the fallen days.

This is also one of the reasons why the way Jim speaks sounds profound for his age whose never been in a proper school. His thoughts were all drop in the ground has his eyes caught something white bright. A huge wall that used to be dirty is now covered with white colors. A man in a ladder responsible on coloring the walls.

His eyes were amazed.

"That is a beautiful painting." He intentionally muttered.

The man heard it and stopped brushing the walls to look behind him to see who commented. It was just a kid who looks smart enough for his age.

"Lilies blooming amongst the slums are they?" said by Jilliam.

The man is more surprise than before. He agrees with further explanation.

"Yeah my hope is that these pure flowers change people's heart. Then if one by one, if people start moving forward...I'm sure that this city, this whole world would change."

Jilliam's eyes widen.

"Does that sound strange?"

All he can do is drop a smile.

"No, I think so too."

Jim held close the book to his chest and responded politely. "So uhh.." but he didn't know what to call him next. The man chuckled as he introduce his given name.

"Stanley. That's why name. What about yours?"

Jim almost took a step back, since he never wanted to share his name. Instead he made a fat lie about it. "...Unfortunately I don't have a name."

"Then make a name for yourself! I dreams are suppose to be done!" Stanley said it with such a warm and positive smile that sent rays of rainbows to Jim's sensitive heart.

"I truly believe one day kid, a fair status and treatment between nobles and low class will be recognize."

The wind blows.

"Equality."

That was it, his jaw drop and his belief to equality starts to grown on him.

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['Stanley's words were the first reason why I had a desire of such future.']

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It was motivating to live for.

"Then, I hope you become a well known painter ." Stanley blushed at the compliment. "Eh?" Jilliam took a step closer with a supportive smile. "You wanted to become one right?"

It was quite sharp for a kid. "H-how did you know that?" The nameless kid smirks. "It's obvious."

That witty look.

"You painting here is a show off and I'm sure even a noble man and woman will fall for your works. I cheer on you !"

Stanley shakes his head and sighs a nice gratitude.

"Hehehe, thank you kid."

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The next day...

"I'll be a consultor!"

He happily announced.

"What's that?"

Jim lifted his pointy finger to explain basics to Louis. "It means anyone who had problems, I will give them advice to solve it then they pay me." Getting excited of his own idea. "If it goes well, we can buy medicine for you and eventually an operation-" but Louis made a worried face.

"Big brother, I don't need an operation. I rather have a home and food with you."

He went flat face and decided to change topic. "Ok, then I'll get us a home to stay with food."

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['I wish I never went ahead to find food.']

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The slum is surprisingly isolated after rain. Because everyone is shivering in hunger.

But even in the middle of it...Jim stops at his track.

"A cat."

A black cat just crossed his path.

Kring...))

But it had a red collar and a bell. 'Must be a run away, abandoned or lost cat.'

Rather than running away because it is a black cat, he is tempted to pet it. Crouching down, "Is it true that cat's have nine lives?" Asking the little fellow, the cat surprisingly friendly and rubs it's body to his legs.

"Hey, that tickles." Giggling. The black cat look at him in his eyes asking for food. "Meow~" realizing the cat is begging for food when he himself also does not have any food. "Sorry, I don't have food either. If you like let us look for food together ."

Patting the cat, the cat agreed.

"Meow~"

Few minutes later they found a bread that has been recently toss by a bakery. Before insects and ants get onto it. Jim took it and the cat followed him all the way back to him and Louis hide out.

"So you don't like the bread. Then we'll eat this. Me and my little brother, he is over there-"

The cat suddenly hissed and run away.

"Huh? Hey-" then he heard Louis screaming. "AAAH! STAY AWAY!"

Instantly he drop the bread and run towards where Louis whose screaming for help.

"LOUIS!"

It was a group of three dogs whose barking and growling against Louis in the corner of the cold concrete block. It made him wonder why would the dogs approach Louis if dogs are known to be only violent when you are doing something bad.

Then he noticed Louis is holding a bread too.

'The dogs must have smell it and they are hungry.'

He look around and found a small pebble. Jim throw it to the dogs. "STAY AWAY FROM MY LITTLE BROTHER! SHOO!"

But they dodge and now their attention is at him.

Sweat drops.

"Grrrfghh!" They were drooling and menacing bloody eyes. They are going to do it. "Don't you dare-" to his surprise one dog went to jump to Louis instead of him.

"AH-!"

BITE!

"L-LOUIS!"

['Even though I didn't want to harm those dogs...my head found a steel bar that by luck happen to be near the trashbags.']

Louis got bitten at his left leg.

['I got angry.']

"GET AWAY FROM MY LITTLE BROTHER!"

STAB!

"IIhhughui!" The dog whimpered as he stab it's neck. The two other dogs got more hostile and also launch an attack. "Raaawr arf! Arf!" He also stab them to protect his-self.

['I stab those three dogs multiple times until it stopped moving.']

He is catching his breath badly, he never had exercise such strength. He was bleeding too, apparently the dogs were able to bite one of his arms as he stab them to death.

'I just killed a dog...' three dogs in fact.

['Those dogs will harm Louis. Who would have thought my first murder is an animal rather than our parents.']

Badump, badump.

['It felt...it felt disgusting.']

Jim is zoning out at the pile of red blood.

"Big...brother you okay?" Thankfully Louis snaps him out of his moments of deprave.

He remembers now.

"Louis! Let me see your wound!" The bite mark is bad. So he carried him. "Hop to my back, We'll get help!"

He sense Louis didn't want to ride on him because he is also bleeding in his right arm.

But he is a good boy, he taught Louis to never decline anything from him. As expected Louis just nods and hops to his back. He run as fast he can to find the nearest medical assistant for rabies. Ignoring his throbbing bitten right arm.

Jilliam prayed to God to save Louis as he is getting fever from the dog bite.

"Please! Someone help! My brother is bitten by a dog!"

For some reason, as if a miracle. A good Samaritan happen to be there.

An old man whose a retired doctor.

"Here kid! I'm an ex veterinarian. Let me take a look."

Without second thoughts, Jim agreed to the strange.

They were saved.

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A few minutes later...

"Boy, what's your name?" The ex-veterinarian asked as he just completed the bandage to the twins.

He is specifically talking to Jim though who politely lied again. "Sorry, I don't have a name Doctor. But thank you for saving my little brother Louis." He switched his attention to something else, but that made the good stranger got more questions.

"Oh? Your little brother has a name but not you?" Cannot think of another excuse, he just scratches his head. "...Hehe."

The old man smiled and suggested, "Why not give yourself a name like how you named your brother?"

"Eh?"

That...he didn't think of that at all.

"I mean...I can read and write as self taught, but I has not master it."

The good Samaritan sighs and took out a piece of paper and wrote something. Then he gave it to him while Louis is secretly eyeing the old man if he is some secret pervert going to bait them to go at his home after showing such kindness.

"Then go to this address."

But that was a wrong assumption.

"Li...Li.." Even though Jim is smart, there are still some words in books he couldn't read to pronounce well. The doctor chuckled, "It's read and called Library, kid." Feeling a bit embarrass, cheeks blushing.

"...Um, Library? What's that?" The kind man elaborates for the two. "It's a place full of books. It's for everyone, a public book collection where you can learn." As he look at them up and down with no means of insulting...he gently told them. "However you have to look presentable to go there of course. Must not smell bad."

Louis and Jim look at each other. They just realized they haven't taken any baths ever since they were homeless.

"Do we smell bad?" Jim is a little worried about that as he see Louis starts to feel uncomfortable when it struck him facts that they do smell like the slum.

The stranger nods to himself and affirmed.

"You are in this slum and all those blood at your clothing, not a good idea isn't?"

The two were suddenly self conscious that they look like a mess. Specially Jim who killed those three dogs bathe in their bloods.

"You should get clean, though I know water is not accessible. Wait for the rain maybe." The old man time Jim decided to interrogate with his usual polite smiling face. "Then why is a middle class ex-veterinarian is here in slums?"

The good guy felt shy as he admits. "Ahh that." Looking around, "You see I lost my cat here. I have been looking for her my baby Whiskers."

Then Jim remembered.

"Could it be a black cat with a red collar and a bell?" Hearing that, the ex-veterinarian grab his shoulders with hopes in his eyes.

"Ah! Yes! That is my cat! Where is she?!"

"Umm..."

"Meow!"

There it is.

"Oh? Whiskers!"

The black cat hops to Jim's lap despite the smell of blood. Feeling happy," I thought she ran away..." he pets the cat.

The real owner suddenly took the cat and embraced it in front of silent Louis whose still hostile while Jim just felt good about the relationship he see before him.

"Whiskers! Thank heavens you are alive and well!"

It feels like fate. "I see, this was your cat. This cat help me find some bread at the trash bins." The master is very glad. "You took care of my Whiskers?"

"Eh? Not really-"

His hands were grabbed with a paper and coins. Jim and Louis were surprised.

"As a thank you, let me give you some money. Here...take this boy. For you and your little brother."

At first it was too much. "B-but is it really ok? This amount?" But the giver is insisting it. "Yes, you saved my cat's life. She is the most important being for me. And with this you can expand your talented brain to make it to the library."

Patting both their heads.

"To smell good and to look presentable. Got it."

Louis finally smiled and said, "Thank you sir."

With that the veterinarian doctor with his cat Whiskers left.

With the money, Jilliam and Louis got themselves much decent clothes. Before that they pay one gallon of water to the nearest water selling stand so they can take a proper bath.

Making themselves presentable, the two young brothers headed to the library.

At first they just wanted to visit and read all the books. But as a curious kid and intelligent young Jim, he proposed an idea to his little brother.

"Let's live there."

"Eh? You mean inside the library?"

Showing a key he stole one from the librarians.

"Shh, Louis...we can get unlimited access of those countless of book where we can gain some wisdom."

"Ok, I believe you big brother."

With agreement...

['Thus me and Louis visited the library and we decided to secretly lived inside there...where we can have all access to countless of books to learn read and write. I tutored Louis at night. In morning we pretend to be visitors of the library. Little they know at night we sneak in and sleep inside it's locked and empty premises.']

This library is where years from now he, Louis and Albert will meet Mycroft during Irene Adler's fake death confrontation.

['I became more smarter and becoming more like an adult...all for Louis and for my insanity.']

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CRASH!

The trash bin scattered at the floor.

He is now 9 years old and Louis is 8 years old. It has been a year they have successfully lived inside the shadows of this public library.

Whenever there are few readers stand by the library, the two siblings has to go outside and spend time in slums to avoid suspicion.

"Louis?"

Jim didn't want to admit it...all this time he saw him grow.

So he knows well that Louis has a short temper.

"Grrr...I hate this! I hate-" It was Louis holding a pocket knife and who knows where he got it. Louis is stabbing the trash bin with anger until he noticed the presence of his brother had come back with some spare change from consulting people.

"B-brother?! Since when-"

Jim is angry. "What is the meaning of this Louis? Why do you have a knife? Where did you get that? And what are you doing to that trash bin?"

Louis anger immediately turned to an apologetic look. "U-uhh...I found it."

No he didn't.

He is a smart older brother, he read his little brother's body language.

"Did you stole it?"

Louis went nervous.

"Did you hurt someone with your hot headed self?"

Louis denied that one though.

"No! I didn't hurt him! I just-" until he surrenders the truth. "...I did snatch it from a man. And uhh...because he wanted to kidnap me brother."

Jim is silent and his scarlet eyes were trying to scan Louis.

"So uhh...I was so angry when he touched me, I slash his palm and is able to run away with this knife." Louis started to shake. "B-but then when I realize I was safe now. I had regrets of not hurting a pervert like him!" Then he cried. "S-so I vent my anger to this...trash bin..."

Seeing his brother sobs, the scarlet eyes softens.

"Louis..." a hug, "You fought well. Good job." Well that surprised the other. "Wait, you are not mad?" Jim laughs.

"Hahh~? Why would I be mad. That man you were talking about, it was a noble right? He had a carriage?" Louis is surprised. "How did you know?"

Thus he explain. "You had coins in your pocket, I heard it. Meaning that man gave you money since you were like a beggar in his eyes. Then your wrist had bruise and so thus your leg had bruises near your ankle, meaning he pulled you up in a possible carriage. Also there is a signature on that pocket knife, a very good design...only nobles had printed signatures on their properties."

Louis is in awe.

"Wow, amazing big brother! You speculated all that?! Yes, it is true. Exactly what you said is what happened to me." Slightly ashamed still of his actions. "But...I almost got in trouble because I tried to beg for money. I hope you are not angry at that...the very least."

Right.

He told Louis so many times not to help him on gathering money. You know? Asking for spare change, what beggars do.

They maybe homeless but they are not beggars.

They should still have pride left, which is the reason why his big brother is working to consult to gain money from it.

Jim sighs as it already occurred. "I prefer you do not do those. Let me do all of it Louis. Your condition, I don't want it worsen-" only to hear Louis outburst.

"BUT I WANT TO PROTECT YOU TOO!"

Stunned.

"Big brother! I promise...I will train my body with self defense. So anyone tries to harm you...I-I'll eliminate them. Specially those devil nobles!"

Frozen.

'Ahh..he knew it.' He fears it...this real personality of Louis growing. 'Louis got our father's trait. Short tempered and violent. He had a talent to hurt people and he isn't aware of it.' Rather than denying the strong will and resolve of his beloved brother, he decided to follow along.

Patting the other's shoulders.

"Alright Louis, I'll be in your care." It brings happiness to the other, he got acknowledge "Yay!"

Cupping Louis cold cheeks, "Just promise me if you do it, be sneaky. Don't let them know your next move." Louis rubs his face to his palm. "Yes I will!" Louis pulls away from his touch then proceed to jump to his arms.

"Louis..?"

Louis is hugging him so tight as he says.

"I love you brother."

Jim paused, and laughs.

"I love you too, Louis."

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Night time in Library were suppose to be creepy but for the twins its pretty cozy. It is just...lately Louis condition gotten worst lately that they couldn't get food.

'Louis needs medicine...he needs it...' With curt eyebrows, Jim look at the spare change he got. He got a few due to decrease of tourist to guide them and get money for it.

(*COUGH! COUGH!*) It hurts to see Louis like this. "The only thing left...to sell is..." his mother's favorite book. William Shakespeare book about a trial pound of flesh.

He kept it as a way to keep his reading comprehension active not because he had sentimental attachment to it.

"Alright, I decided." About to leave secretly a hand stopped him. "Wait." It was Louis whose awake while still laying at the floor. "Eh? Louis?" He eyed the book that belongs to their mother and knew what Jim is trying to do with it.

"You are selling that book? But why now...?"

Need to brush his brother back to sleep.

"Louis, we have plenty of books at this library. From here on and now. So it's ok."

Smiling, Louis decided to give up and returned the smile.

"Thank you big brother."

"Yeah. Goodnight, Louis."

Thankfully no guards post at night. Jim can easily sneak in and out to sell the book for another surviving medicine for Louis.

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What seems to be a paradise of having every single day access to unlimited books in the library, unfortunately it has ended.

Jim and Louis were caught by a night guard watch that they had been hiding and living inside this public library premises.

Apparently when Jim sold the William Shakespeare book someone snitch them. A regular reader at the library notice they were there everyday and ask the library to get a nigh watch.

They were no damage, but the illegal occupancy is alarming.

The owner whose thankfully isn't mad about it because he heard good things done by those kids by wiping the books clean. But then he cannot afford such tolerance of illegally living there. He isn't willing to allow them to stay either for some unexplainable circumstances.

So rather than send them to jail...they were thrown to an orphanage.

At first the twins dislikes it, because being in an orphanage may separate them if one of them gets adopted. Definitely he won't let Louis be adopted by some sadistic noble nor he is willing to be taken as a pet.

But to their surprise...the sisters were kind and...the one who finances the orphanage is...

"May I know your name?"

Suddenly a boy whose year older than Jilliam with brown hair and emerald eyes approached him like a gentlemen.

Jim showed a fake smile but he is hostile to him.

"Excuse me? Why would a noble like you be interested to know my name?"

The older boy is rather excited to introduce himself.

"I'm Albert-" but he did not let him. "I know you, Albert James Moriarty. The eldest son of Moriarty noble household who works for the Queen's military." His reading scarlet eyes open against Albert's innocent eyes.

Albert did not even find it offensive, in fact he is glad that the new orphan had recognize him. "Oh, I guess you have heard from the sisters." Albert thought so. "Then that will make this conversation faster, I want to know your name because I want to address you properly."

Taken back.

Jim blink three times before he realize that this noble boy is indeed a child who wants to make friends with him. He felt a little bad so he give him a small privilege's of hope to get to know him.

"...J...i...m.." a little bit embarrass as he never heard his name for a long time. The other repeated after him. "Jim?" Finally gaining courage...

"Jilliam, that's my birth name. Inspired from William Shakespeare."

Albert's ears and eyes were widening. "William replaced to Jilliam...? Hehe..." Then he had a small chuckle. "I see, I see! Jilliam... huh? Pff-" Rather than mad, Jim became more embarrassed. "Are you finding my name funny?"

Albert wipe his own tears and explained himself. "Ahaha, Oh sorry. No, no! You see Jilliam sounds like my little brother William. His name is also inspired from William Shakespeare." Only to show a sad expression afterwards. "I wish you are him instead..." Albert whispered.

"Pardon?"

Deciding to move on ahead, Albert suggested to be casual with him.

"Nothing! I shall call you William then? Since your name is technically like that, just replaced with J letter right? Is it okay? Please?" Another taken back, Jim hostile mode drop to feel cringe against Albert whose too friendly to a peasant. "H-huh? Everyone calls me Jim, Lord Albert."

Albert insisted to drop formality. "Oh you don't need to call me Lord Albert. I'm older than you, I will prefer you call me big brother."

Now, now this feels out of track. Three things weight his mind now.

1st this Albert is crazy and definitely lonely boy.

2nd Albert maybe had no fellow noble friends.

3rd He probably dislikes his little brother named William that's why he wanted to treat him as his little brother instead of the original.

'To be honest that also sounds like a selfish request.'

Then a smaller voice...

"Brother." Snapping to look behind him there is Louis looking upset. "Whose that?" Louis carefully got in front of his big brother with a glare against Albert. "Is he harassing you?"

Noticing the knife in Louis pockets. "Louis-"

Thankfully Albert makes you feel dumb with his friendliness.

"Oh hi there. I'm your twin brother's new friend. Albert James Moriarty is my name, nice to meet you Louis." Creeped out Louis, he suddenly hide behind his older twin. "H-How did you know my name?"

Albert laughs as if it was obvious.

"Eh? Well William just called you Louis. So am assuming that is your given name." Shocked, Louis felt more ashamed of his actions not because he was a noble. It is because..."W-wait you are that Albert-sama everyone talking about! Uhh..." Albert is that one noble who actually donates to this orphanage in the name of his father Lord Moriarty.

Albert forgives him with kindness. "I'm not mad. Please talk to me like a normal person."

Jim's expression darkens as he muttered. "You are strange for a noble." Albert went silent for seconds before he sheepishly agreed with him. "Am? Haha...I guess am a black sheep." Seeing the sunset, Albert lift his hat to his head to make a bow. "So I have to go now, see you tomorrow William, Louis. Take care."

Louis finally questioning the name calling.

"William? Whose that? Is he referring to you brother?" But Jilliam just says. "Stay safe Lord Albert."

As the two stood and watched the carriage moves until it disappeared to their sight.

"...Big brother..."

Concerned about Albert's friendliness, Jim patted his brother's back.

"I'm ok Louis. He isn't a threat yet. He doesn't know yet our brainwashing method against the other orphans..."

Looking to that older boy.

"Evil nobles should drop dead."

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"Liam."

A familiar voice called him out.

"Eh...?"

William snaps back from dozing off. 'Huh...I...?' From the window he slowly turn his head, behind him is Sherlock Holmes already taken a bath, means it is time for taking the second session of his medicines.

So...Apparently for 5 hours straight...William just stared at the window day dreaming.

Wow.

William feels bad and uneasy for realizing that he literally snooze himself. "Y-yes?" Sherlock didn't react at his stuttering, rather... "It's time for your medicine." He handed him some pills. Eyeing the medicine it look like one for fever, pain killer and the last one is most likely...

"Oh...I see, ok." An anti depressant pill. "Thank you Sherly." Hiding behind a smile, Sherlock still didn't try to break the ice and just follow along.

"No sweat, anything for you."

Sherlock glances at the clock. "Hm? Shit!" And panics. With his limited vision, William followed where Sherlock is staring, it is already 8am. William wondered what's with that.

"What?"

"It's time. Got to go."

Sherlock tells him as the man grabbed his detective pea coat. William gasp inside his mind and said in return. "Ahh...right. You have to go to work. I remember."

Sherlock did not notice that for a short glimpse, William look sad. "Yeah." But then, "Sorry if I have to go Liam. But worry not, Billy is on a day off today. He said he will help you get feed." Is what he is more concerned with.

William waves his hands to reject the hospitality.

"Oh no, no. We impose too much. Feeding me like a baby is over the-" Sherlock arch his eyebrows and scolded him. "What are you saying Liam? When you were in comma it is a lot worse."

Blushing. "So don't be shy and eat with Billy's help." The other blushed too. "If you say so Sherly..."

Finally Sherlock notice William became pale again and had some cold sweat. Grabbing his chin up, "Are you okay? You look down." William tried to avoid eye contact, he tried not to blush more from this.

"Nno...I just wanted to say, take care at your work." Sherlock stared at him and William did the same thing.

Tick, tock, tick.

Brushing off, "If you say so." Sherlock then leaves. "Sleep if you feel so Liam! Billy will be here soon!"

Waving to Sherlock as the door closed. William whispered under his breath.

"Come back soonest, Sherlock."

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A few moments later, the door bangs open and a loud greetings from..."Good morning Mr. Moriarty!" Billy the kid had arrived home. Polite as usual William at his bed. "Good morning to you too Mr. Billy."

Billy approached him with a whistle in his lips.

"Wooow, so polite. So nobles acts like this in your country huh? It feels weird but very interesting!"

Patting William's back with a slap, William's eyes bawled out from the impact but he tried not to show it off. "But Billy is fine. I don't mind by my first name!" Billy open the window frame to let the wind run wild inside and he loudly cheer.

"Welcome to America!"

The curtain flutters and William's hair follows the wind rhythm, a small smile on his lips. "Likewise."

A bit later...Billy made a porridge. Feeding William who still couldn't feed himself due to a broken wrist and well shaky fingers. "Here you go, I made sure it isn't hot." Billy grinned as he is about to shove the spoon, William is silent and is staring somewhere else.

"..."

"What's wrong? You don't have appetite still?"

William once again snaps back to reality and looked around him before he looks back at Billy, as if he had something in mind. "Nno...that's not it." Because Billy is staring at him, waiting for him to spit it out...William took a deep breath as he finally confessed his worries. "I just...have a question."

Billy nods happily. "Shoot."

William lift his broken wrist near to his chest and clutch them together like a wounded child, he had a puppy face and asks. "How long had been Sherly...I mean Sherlock had join your local detective agency?"

Billy looks at the calendar before he answered. "Hm? Ah that, ever since you guys arrive here he started working for him to be able to pay your medical bills and of course his food allowance and-" to his surprise William puppy face is now with tears. "W-why are you crying?! Did I offend you? I did not mean anything bad about that-" William sobs his suspicion about Sherlock sacrificing so much for his sake.

"...Noway, he had been working all by himself for my sake the past 3 months?"

Oh no, William James Moriarty is crying. The profile of Lord of Crime as a heartless vicious man turns out to be a lie then? "Eh? Eh?" Billy is sweating cold. He doesn't know how to make an adult man to stop crying. William is not a kid is he?

"Why did I not wake up sooner...?"

William keep sobbing.

"Ehhh!?"

Billy had an idea. "D-don't cry Mr. Ponytail will kill me!" Raising white flags, William whose crying just now suddenly stops.

"Why would he kill you for?"

Billy is shocked. 'What...the...' the mood swing Sherlock told him about is right in front of him. 'His mood changed just so fast.' Yes, William isn't crying anymore. The tears were instantly gone nor his red nose is gone. Is it an act? Or he is really crazy? Billy will go crazy instead! "I don't really understand but thank you for telling me about how's Sherlock doing while I was comatose. Thank you, Billy."

At least Moriarty isn't crying anymore, Billy can assume he is safe from Sherlock's over protective howls.

"Y-you're welcome."

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Night came...

Sherlock finally got back. The first thing he had in mind is always that person. "Billy, How is Liam?" Here in the Kitchen, Billy is staring at the wall with a lazy reply. "Uhhh...him." Sherlock scanned the surroundings, found nothing out of place except Billy's energy is somewhat drained. "What's with the dozing off face?"

Billy collapses at the table to make a heavy sigh. "Nothing, just thinking." Sherlock kinda felt annoyed. "About what?" Billy peeks at him. "You see, your Liam is really strange."

This made Sherlock in full attention. It's about William after all. "Did he do something again?" Billy shake his head. "No. But we had a weird conversation." Sherlock sats at the chair to face Billy. "Ok, tell me."

But Billy is a jerk sometimes and teased. "Mmmh, should I?" Sherlock had a vein pop. "Don't make me deduce." And a death glare. "Just joking! Come on!" Billy gives up. "Fine, fine."

"Ahem."

"Start."

And thus Billy explained William's mental state and strange behavior for an adult man.

"So I told him how you were doing Jack of All Trades for our local detective agency for the past three months of your arrival here. started crying. I didn't know what to do, I just panic. I guess I was shock. After all the news paper said the one who burned London, the Lord of Crime is a heartless vigilante. Now I meet him in person, it is totally not like that. He is like a cute cinnamon roll!"

Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows. "Liam did...?"

Billy nods, "Yeah. Then you know what's creepy? He immediately stopped crying when I said you'll kill me if I made him cry in any discomfort. As if the tears where never there. It could be an acting for all I know, I mean no offense . I don't know what's the personality of the formerly Lord of Crime in London. So I don't know if that was a trick or he is genuinely crying because he was touched of what you did...I just dunno how to react to it."

With that said, Sherlock went silent for a while. Thinking what is the best way to handle the situation with a mentally unstable guy.

"Let's switch day off."

"Huh?"

This is his proposal. "I'll do the feeding thing to Liam." Billy couldn't agree no more. "I get what you want to do. Sure, as long it is for you Mr. Ponytail!"

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But at the office...

"Rejected."

The boss denied the request. Billy slams his hand to the table. "But why boss? It is important!"

The boss of detective agency said in a cold demeanor . "You can switch day off the next week, just not this week. It is still tight security, we need your skills ."

"Tche." Sherlock click his tongue and made a threat. "Fine, but if next week isn't switched I'm ditching." And he rudely walks out. "Wait up Mr. Ponytail!" Stopping Sherlock to leave the room, Sherlock also knows he had no choice. "I'm just saying!"

The boss eyed the two before he responded with conviction. "I keep my promises ."

Sherlock will remember that and he better not be lying.

"I do hope you do..."

Finally Sherlock leaves.

The boss cleared his throat and his curiosity sticks up, "Billy, may I know the reason why is so eager to go home too early?" Billy made a nervous laugh. "Sorry Boss, it is too personal. But let's put it this way. Mr. Holmes has an important person to him whose currently bed ridden and mentally unstable. He is doing all of these for that person alone."

The boss is surprise and suddenly became generous. "Why didn't he just said so? We can give him free nurse to take care of this person in his behalf."

Billy laughs.

"Nahh, boss you don't get it."

"Hm?"

He looked at where Sherlock disappeared.

"Sherlock Holmeswant's to do it himself, it is his will to live. The one and only reason he is fighting to his so called boring life he claims."

The boss just shrugs.

"What a weird guy he is indeed."

"You can't say!"

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The next day.

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Billy went back early to the apartment since Sherlock got deployed to another assignment.

"I'm home!" He jaw drop at the sight in front of him.

"Ahh? Hello." Casually greets by William whose crawling like a baby at the floor. Billy got stressed out. "Mr. Moriarty!? Why are you crawling at the floor?!" Quickly he ran beside him to carry him back to bed but William shrink himself at the wall with a weird reasoning. "U-um, I can't walk. Then my cane roll over the bed bellow. I can't reach it."

It took Billy 2 seconds before he swallowed what he heard. "It's still difficult for you to walk...?"

William shyly nods.

Billy went into a deep monologue. 'If my memory is right, he is able to go to the rooftop by himself and the cane.' But now William is claiming he cannot even walk at all that he crawls like a toddler. For real?!' Taking a deep breath. Billy exercise his lungs to breath out and be patience to the child like Moriarty mood swing syndrome.

"Go back to bed , I'll get the cane for you."

William's felt fell down in a apologetic look. "Sorry." It sent Billy some shivers. 'Damn! He look kinda cute!' Pretending all good, "It's okay. I'm more worried about your legs."

William giggles in response. "Hehe."

Well...really it is freaky. 'He is...laughing it off again.' It was disturbing.

"Hm? What's happening here?" Hearing a familiar voice, Billy shot a look at the door. It was open! And-

"M-Mr.P-Ponytail!" Billy felt screwed while William is delighted to see the detective soon.

"Sherly, you are back."

"I thought you had shift?!"

"It got cancelled. Dunno why."

"Eeehhh!"

Billy whose Shaking in the background, Sherlock ignored him and went ahead to confront William instead.

"Liam, why are you on the floor?"

William blinks.

"Sherly."

"Hm?

And open his arms.

"Lift me."

Billy got spooked. 'W-whaaat?!'

What more-

"Sure."

Sherlock agreed!

Billy grab his hair and had inner screaming in the background.

"Here you go Liam!" Sherlock lifts William and spins him to the bed.

"Hehe..!" William chuckled like a child. "I'm happy Sherly." Sherlock patted his head in response to ignore his childish traits right now as consideration of his mental health situation. "No problem Liam, anything for you."

Billy cannot comprehend them though.

'W-what's with these two?! Are they flirting? Or is just ignoring the fact that is acting like a baby needs to be lifted up for attention!?'

"Um...guys..." but he was ignored again.

"Liam have you eaten already?" Sherlock sat at the bed beside William. "Nno...not yet. But have you?" William noticed visible eyebags from the detective. "You look tired, you should rest early Sherly. Don't mind me." But Sherlock denies it. "Me tired? No way Liam. I always look like this."

All of the sudden, William's fingers travelled behind Sherlock's head. Sherlock froze in place. "It's a groove." William muttered. His scarlet eyes narrowed.

A friggin' groove in Sherlock's hair scalp.

Sherlock can tell someone feels responsible to it so he did not made any excuses. "As expected from Liam, you noticed it." William looked down with a darkening expression. "I got it during the fall." Sherlock admitted.

But then William stayed smiling with a short tease. "Oh...so it's my fault~?" Trying to act playful in front of Sherlock who shrugs. "No, things happens."

William pulls his hair strands in a playful manner, not knowing Sherlock is blushing already. "Then you should make your hair longer more than it is today Sherly. With that, it will eventually cover up the groove space in your hair scalp."

Sherlock cleared his throat and looked away, avoiding eye contact. He didn't want William to notice that he felt so attractive just now. "I see, that really sounds like A consultor." Is a change of topic, William corrected him.

"Am a consultor."

Dots...

"Did." Sherlock joked.

"Still is." William joked back.

"Pff-"

Until...

"Ahahaha!"

Both were having fun, Billy is going mad.

'They are laughing! They are laughing land ignoring me! Is that even a joke? I don't get their sense of humor! Is this the power of British people?!'

Giving up his unnoticed concerns. "Since am not needed, I shall take my leave."

Sherlock just waved goodbye. "Oh yeah Billy, see you later."

When the door closed, he put back his attention to William. "Now let's put you back to bed." For a little bit, William look like he would protested but rather...

"...Sherly."

"Yes?"

As Sherlock tuck William to bed. "If things get hard, you can...uhh, consult on me?"

At first Sherlock's mind loading, he took a guess. "For Crime?" William pouted. "You serious? I'm serious here." He thought Sherlock is belittling him due to his weak condition. "I'm serious too Liam. I work in a detective agency, still about you~" William flinched from a second Sherlock's finger reaches his forehead.

"Mm-"

"You are still recovering Liam, stay away from crimes and politics for now. Once you fully recovered and grasps your desire to do in life from here on...I shall support it. No matter what it is."

Silence...

William can only relax his eyesight and close them with no protest. "You're right, I don't really feel like talking about another perfect crime hehe."

Sherlock nods. "So yeah you take this medicine then sleep." And handed him another set of meds. Sherlock proceed to drink some water too.

Meanwhile William obediently taking the medicine.

"You will sleep with me right?"

Sherlock spits the water upon hearing that from the other who had a straight face saying it!

"S-Sherly!?"

Sherlock mentally screamed. 'Of all things Liam! Why do you have to ask with an innocent face?!'

Coughing from almost choking. "I-I'm fine, just got startled." William is worried but he is more concerned if Sherlock have to leave again. "Uhuh...so you don't have shift later right?" But too good to be truth Sherlock said the good news. "Y-yeah, I don't. So the answer is yes. We'll be sleeping t-together tonight."

Smiling. "I'm glad to hear that Sherly." With a slight tease. "I just couldn't sleep without a pillow." Sherlock find it insulting though. "You are treating me as an object?!"

William can't help but laugh.

"Fufu, I'm just kidding."

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The Night approaches...

The two laid down the bed. It's a single bed so it's very narrow, the space in between them is very close.

The lights are off, no sound...just the wind silently blowing.

Even though peace exist, William couldn't sleep. Sherlock turned to look straight back at his glimmering scarlet eyes that traces some melancholy vibes from it.

"I thought you would be sleeping." His husky voice is soothing to William's ears who did not even hesitate to tell him the truth.

"I know I must, but...just for a while let me stare at you."

Stunned for a bit.

"Liam..." He decided to stare at William's body language once more.

William is fidgeting, his right eyes has light while his scarred left eye is blank but has movement.

Unsure how to start, William slowly opened his lips as he keeps making eye movement.

"Say Sherly... The groove in your head and my...face...My eyesight in the left..."

'How fragile.' Sherlock silently thought to himself. Right now the lights from outside entered their room and it happen to spot light William's angelic features.

Blond hair with fair skin like an angel yet has the devil's eyes. You can consider those eyes scarlet jewels if he is to he auction.

"You are beautiful." It slips out.

"Eh?" Confused at the other man.

William almost jump away but tried not to do so as Sherlock's hand made it's way to touch his left face that is already been marked with tragedy. "No matter how I look at you Liam, you are still that Liam I first met." Calmly he shared, "Appearance does not mean anything to me." Sherlock isn't even smiling now, he was just staring back at him.

"You are you."

It almost made William's eyes watery again.

"Even if you say that..." William who still have insecurities lingering inside him.

"I..I don't like my face. I don't like myself that much." There was a little regret in his voice, like if he knew he would have survive...ahh, yes he hates punishments that's why he rather die. But Sherlock proposed an idea.

"We can just cover it. You know, with bandage."

His thumb press the corner of William's eyebags, you can barely see it since it is covered with an ugly wound. "Look at that." It's thick. "Your left eye still going red plum. That's not good."

William whimpered. "Wait it actually hurts-" before he can even ask the man to stop pressing it with his thumbs. "Sherly-" a shadow hovered his vision.

"Stay still."

It was Sherlock who kissed it.

(Hiss!)

"Shhh...relax."

William's face went red, "I did not know it actually hurt. All this time it felt numb to be honest." He did not even notice that Sherlock kissed his left eye, that means William is still not having his full attention and that made Sherlock sad.

Of course he won't add more stress to the other, so he just makes another topic.

"Come to think of it Liam, does your left eye can still see? Or is it just sitting there...?"

Rubbing his eyes. "Hmmm..." William tilt his head to the pillow. "It's hard to tell. But I know for sure I cannot see well than I used to."

Another silence...

"I see." Sherlock just said so. To William that sound really disappointing tone from Sherlock.

"Are you sad?"

Sherlock knot his eyebrows as he stared up to the ceiling. "...Not gonna lie to you, I do feel down hearing that." Then he winked at him. "But then, every time I think that you are still here living with me is more than I can want for my Liam."

William felt cheesy and... "Sherly..." it felt like this happened before.

'Right...at that train moment.'

"Enough this chitchat," Sherlock suddenly sits up and went away from bed. "Let's get your bandages done so we can sleep." William shrink in his blanket hiding his feverish face. "Ok." As he says so sweetly. "I leave everything to you...Sherly."

Sherlock snorts, "You like calling me a lot like that." William huffs back, "You are doing the same thing though."

Sherlock grab the bandage and ointment and shove it to William's face. "I guess were just meant for each other!" Who blinked. "For each other...?"

Before he can even say more words, Sherlock tended his left eye and covered it ointment then with bandage.

Patting his friend.

"Goodnight Liam."

William can only snuggle in the blankets to hide his dearest smile.

"Sweet dreams Sherly."

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Unfortunately the reoccurring nightmare haunted Sherlock's mind. The bed shanked.

"LIAM!" He yelled with a hand reaching to the ceiling. It's still night time, meaning must have been just 3 hours passed since they agreed to sleep.

"Sherly?" It woke William.

Cold sweat and nervous heartbeat. Sherlock brush off his bangs. He covered his mouth because he felt embarrass. At all times why in front of the other guy he is having a bad dream about. "Sorry, was I thrashing?" Trying to play cool, of course the other didn't buy it but he didn't have any reaction either by physical means.

"I was still awake actually for the past 2 or 3 hours ago, so it's okay." Oh, so William isn't sleeping. Great, meaning he had been watching him asleep while making those faces.

And he is right, William finally pinpoints the issue. "But...your nightmares, are they about..." he had to stop William before he get all sorry ass again. Grabbing William's shoulder. "Don't blame yourself about it! It's just on me!"

William still had that stoic face. "Concussion side effect?" Sherlock is thankful that William isn't showing him am apologetic look. So he just agrees with him "M...Most likely."

Or so he thought.

"I..." William bit his lips, his scarlet eyes were making teary eyes again. Oh no. "Liam, don't cry."

It did drop, the precious tears came running down his cheeks as he sobs. "You could have just...lived there."

Sherlock didn't want to see this.

"Why? You don't want me here?"

In fact he is afraid that the mutual feelings he assume is a mistake. But William boost his confidence by saying, "I want you here, but...if it causes you trauma then am sorry." Sherlock cup his cheeks to look only at him.

"Liam don't be like that. We both know we wanted this." He even added. "I wanted to die by your side, that is why I jumped." William's lips trembled in response.

"But we have lived, it is all from your effort." He feels like everything just messed up. He drag Sherlock to it.

But Sherlock ain't buying that. "You still want to die? If you say so...I can-" William said in a loud voice. "I don't want you to die Sherly!" It silent the man. "...So no, I don't want to die anymore if that means you'll die too."

"Liam-" out of nowhere William grab his hair locks and pet them. "Sleep now little one."

Sherlock have never been pat before in his head and it felt embarrassing for him. "W-what are you doing?" Trying not to blush with William's caring fingertips. "I used to do this method to Louis whenever he had episodes back at our childhood. It should be effective if you are stressed." Turns out William is not crying anymore, he had this caring face with lights onto his remaining function eye.

'Liam...he switch again.' Sherlock's lips drop into a small smile. "It feels nice." Falling back to bed, "Liam, I love you...my friend." William scolded him for that. "Save the flattery and sleep." With a small satisfied smirk. "Goodnight Holmes."

And thus Sherlock is able to sleep peacefully

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The next morning.

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"Say ahh~" It is the most awaited time for Sherlock to feed William who doesn't seem happy. "Sherly, am not a kid. You don't have to say it that way."

Trying not to be annoyed to the spoiled prince.

"What am suppose to say then?"

William said with an innocent face once more. "Just tell me to open my mouth."

It destroyed Sherlock inside. 'Gaaaah!'

Noticing the other twitching. "Sherly?"

Sherlock laughs awkwardly. " ." Trying to keep calm. "Liam...I don't know if you are doing it on purpose, but everything comes out of your mouth is deadly for me." But truly it was a struggle.

"Huh?"

William rolled his eyes and proceeds to capture the spoon. "Anyway~Umm." As he chewed. Sherlock began to sweat drops. "I-Is it good?"

Only to find William's disgusted face.

"TOO SWEET."

Sherlock nervously admits. "I-I knew it."

Sherlock smokes so he likes sweet things to keep himself detach from drugs. So he had bad decisions when it comes to taste buds. "Hmm..." Watching Sherlock disappointed at himself as it seems to be he cooked it for him... "Why? Don't tell me you made this porridge?" The wild guess is nothing to deny about. Sarcastically Sherlock shared. "Unfortunately your highness, yes I did."

William is surprised, Sherlock clearly didn't look like the type of guy who goes to the kitchen just to make a porridge for someone.

Unless you are William himself.

"You cook it for me?" William rephrase the question, "I mean, do you even actually cook at all?"

Sherlock who never give a damn before suddenly felt embarrass about it. He scratch the back of his head, "I-I don't cook. Ms. Hudson and John cooks for me." With red face. "I-It's my first time."

William's mouth opened before it turned to a sly smirking.

"Hehh~ first time."

He whispered.

"Then would you like me to teach you?"

(( BA-DUMP!))

Trying to held his heartbeat silent, Sherlock nervously chuckled. "T-that would be helpful."

To William's interest, he begin to chatter with more energy. "Then I will write the list of ingredients for you then you mix them-" William forgot the fact that his left wrist still dysfunctional, he drop the pen that he tried to grab out of Sherlock's pocket to the porridge bowl.

SPLASH!

"O-oh dearie me. I did not mean that to happen. It slip off my hands." Watching the pen float in the porridge. Sherlock put away the said food. "It's trash anyway."

He is much more concerned with William's hand control. "But let me check your wrist." Grabbing the said wrist, his manly fingertips to the other's feverish skin. William let out a small hitch giggling.

"T-That tickles Sherly."

Ignoring the other's sensitivity, Sherlock keep checking. "So~ it doesn't itch anymore?"

"Nope."

William shared the good news. "But I'm trying to exercise it with Billy's help." As Sherlock let go of his wrist, he proceed to un blanket his legs to be exposed. "What about your legs?"

This time William had a stoic expression as he tell a unconvincing story. "It's still trembling whenever I walk with it. I think I will fall every time I attempt. So I just crawl down."

This is...

'Liam...he is lying.' Sherlock thought to himself. It's because William's leg are already healed. The proof of that he is able to go up the rooftop. Sure it had some painful times to moved but it shouldn't make William paralyze.

'Why are you pretending you can't walk Liam? What are you trying to prove?'

Meanwhile William had a poker face now as he also thought to himself. 'Sherly must have realize am faking it.' Actually it was not a physical condition. It is just a mental issue inside William's mind.

'I'm afraid to walk further. I will try to get a grip but...I'm still not comfortable to do so. I need you to be my legs Sherly.'

Trying to capture the other's weakness.

"I can...relay to you right? You made a promise..."

Seeing William with a puppy face, Sherlock can't say no to that!

"I haven't forgotten that. I will catch you if you fall, make no mistake with that." As he added another promise for his own ego. "In anyway Liam, I will practice my cooking skills!" William whistled. "So confident. Then allow me to look forward on that."

"You bet I can."

"Ahh~ love in the air."

There he is...

"Billy! Since when you were here?" Sherlock already annoyed, he can te ready the smug in Billy's face over the doorframe. "Since 2 minutes ago. But you guys did not even notice me enter. You both so busy flirting to each other."

The both blinks and said in union.

"Were not flirting!"

But then, William put his fingers to his own chin to make an awful joke. "We didn't see you because you are small Billy." Feeling attacked. "W-what?! You making jokes now ?!"

William laughs. "Fufu~ all thanks to your kindness."

Although it seems to be a fun conversation, Sherlock already knew it is time to go again.

"So what's the job?"

Billy handed the papers, William eyed those documents from his blurry sight. He is trying to read the contents but it makes his eyes tearful when he do so.

As if Billy heard his desire to know what is the letter about...Billy summarize the situation to Sherlock. "Ah right, here are the details. We are basically going to be gone for a day."

Sherlock is taken back.

"What?"

"Yes."

The man clearly didn't like it nor did William.

"So...we'll leave you food and here a chamber pot for you. I know it will be hard alone. We really want to look after you but...it has to be done."

Pretending to be an adult as he is supposed to be, before Sherlock can say comforting things...William already excused himself. "Worry not, I understand Sherly cannot loose his job." Then eyeing Billy with politeness. "Thanks for the efforts though Billy."

Sherlock is down to earth. "Liam, how I wish I could stay..." William fix his hair strands to insist that he will be ok even without Sherlock or Billy around. "Shh, I don't need your explanation. I know it has to be. But if you can...finish earlier than expected...well..." he traced his small selfish request.

Definitely Sherlock took it. "Then I'll promise as soon I get it done. I will return immediately as I could."

Happy to hear it. "Alright then Sherly, come back early okay?" The other made a confident pinky promise.

"I promise "

Billy coughs, "Oh my goodness, it's so hot in here. I guess gotta' grab stuffs and go out for fresh air!"

Sherlock glared. 'Billy you bastard.' And Billy stick his tongue to annoy him further.

The two set up William's food and medicine.

"Take care of yourself Liam while we are away. Please promise me you won't harm yourself. And keep yourself clean. The dump water for bathing is there next to your food and your chamber pot."

Said by Sherlock and Billy whose ready to go.

Another lie.

"Don't worry I got it. Have a safe trip you two "

When the door closed, William immediately drop his smile into a serious look.

"Take care of myself huh."

Scanning his surroundings as stays at bed, William let out a depressing sigh.

"How do I even do so?"

Eventually he fall asleep.

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['I fully remember...I remember how...when I was young I hate it. I hate this world...this country that curses souls with class from birth. I loathe it.']

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His mental fatigue is imaginable, which is why every time he would feel sleepy. It is a complete sleep mode.

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Recollecting again the memories he saw while he was in comma...

After the fire at the Moriarty household, Jilliam, Albert, and Louis James Moriarty were taken in by Lord Rockwell.

In that saying...

"William James Moriarty." Formerly known as Jilliam or Jim, he was staring at his reflection over the round mirror at his room.

"That's my official name now." He can't help but have a satisfied smirk with finally abandoning his real name.

His name was...well kinda dumb anyway. It is what it is.

William has no regrets taking that name.

'Right.' Before he and Louis were adopted by the Moriarty family, he okayed with Albert calling him William at the orphanage. Eventually he even used that name outside. William never felt so happy that he is called by that name rather than his birth name. Every time he helps people outside, Albert would fetch him home and people will mistaken him as the real William James Moriarty.

To both Albert and William's delight, this is an achievement.

"Brother-" the door creak. Louis paused and corrected himself right away. "I mean, Brother William...G-good morning."

William stops on adoring his reflection and quickly look worried on Louis right cheeks patched up.

"Louis!" Approaching his twin, "Is your burn on the face ok...?" After all he did not expect his little brother to take a wound on a face.

Like of all body parts to burn...why his precious adorable face that he finds cute.

But now that's gonna leave a scar isn't?

"Don't be sad William-niisan." Louis tried to cheer him up a positive news. "With this we have both said our farewell to our origins." Pointing to his renewed heart. "Me in my heart transplant and new face. Then you...with a real name."

Scarlet eyes widens. "You are no longer a nameless big brother, my dear brother William!"

It is a fresh sight to see that Louis had more energy than he used it. Must be the operation of heart surgery...Louis is going to be healthy and happier moving forward. Deciding to just accept the compliment, William nods in a soft smile. "Thank you Louis."

"My, my, my dearest cute little brothers are up early." Another presence joined in...it was...

"Big brother Albert."

Is the official eldest brother of the two. Everything is set to a perfect lie by two manipulative bastards.

Albert who used William to set himself free and have a better family member.

William who will moving forward use Albert's wealth, name and status to fulfil his revolution against the kingdom of Queen.

"How are your sleep at night? Pretty nice isn't? This place." Albert who had no lingering sense of regret for just...murdering his own family with his own hands.

There is actually a problem that William won't show. "Ah yes...very good night sleep."

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["I actually...didn't plan to murder his family. Nor did I really wanted to kill them..."]

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However this person...this Albert James Moriarty, he did so much for them. The fact he is the one who requested a surgery to cure Louis illness is even in years he could never say thank you enough.

So he have to make his request come true. So far William consulted a lot of crimes for his fellow poor people. But Albert's request is the first crime he invented with murder involved.

He can't stop it now.

'I have to make a this person's wish come true moving forward.' William clenching his fists. 'No matter what and how many he would like to get rid off...For me to keep this name and my...promise to show him that equality in the future.'

True to be told, William actually never intend to murder anyone. His goal is to actually gain the trust of the father first then slowly brainwash the mother and Albert's brat brother.

It is just that...William is not a murderer. He is a crime consultant, yet he participate in the first kill and now his hands were stained.

He did not realize the weight of this bloodshed will eventually eat his conscience.

But Albert is different, he would never feel sorry on killing someone he doesn't like. Even though it is proven that some people should just die since they are so rotten to the core. But still...

'I just hope he holds up his murderous thirst for a while. So I can focus on building my plans, a proper way to make London great again.'

William didn't really like the idea of murder despite him brainwashing some other kids to kill bad nobles.

But then...he cannot deft Albert who gave them so much love and affection.

'There is no turning back.'

Albert noticed he had been silent. "Are you ok my dear William?" When Albert cup his cheeks, William knew he will have to live with this crime moving forward, he even had Louis involved and that wasn't even also part of his plans.

What pains William is, Louis is also kind of cold. Louis heart after got replaced...it did show some symptoms that Louis lack some empathy.

Louis only feels strongly to William and he isn't 100% onto Albert.

Louis is just acting in accordance for William's and never for Louis oneself.

"I'm getting hungry." William covered his depressing thoughts through a fake and cunning smile. "After food, we hunt to the Ripper and have ourselves be trained properly for our upcoming plans."

His words excites Albert, and William is afraid that Albert will keep requesting the killings to all bad nobles. But an agreement is a must.

William just hope his sanity doesn't break sooner or later.

"I love you my smart little brother William." Albert proceed to hug the two. Louis is still uncomfortable on Albert's clinginess while William is rather accepting to this fate.

'Eventually...I will care for you genuinely, Albert my foster big brother.'

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["My intention from the beginning is to just...show them a bright future where...I do not actually have plans to see for myself. My dying wish is to be a perfect sacrifice...for Patriots'.']

But then...Albert wants more murder. All his hate against those nobles is out of control. It his job to answer Albert's craving at bay.

['When the demon's vanish people's heart will be clear. The curse will be broke. And this country will surely be truly beautiful...']

That is like Stanley's white lilies painting.

['My job to pick up the bad bud, in order to have a garden of Eden. Where I will be kicked out but the rest will live there for a eternity.']

The dream jumped where they started schooling.

There was a specific problem at that school.

The students were cunning. One of them was top at class. But ever since William existed there he drops at second place. And this person couldn't let it side.

So he...

DING DONG, DING DONG...))

"Hey you." A student eye-ing down towards William. This memory is when they got themselves at prestigious school where Albert goes to.

Polite as ever. "Yes, how can I help you?" William giving the other a smile who obviously making a annoyed face towards him.

"I heard your house got burned down." But that annoyed face turned into an evil smirk.

William who doesn't give a damn replied without any second thoughts as he remained at his class seat number. "Ah yes, but I would prefer not to talk about our parent's death-"

"You are not the real William aren't you."

William froze in fear. Till his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly before he hid in a face of confused and helpless little boy. "Eh? I'm quite confused..." he acted.

But the other student who seems to be planning to bully him said so loud. "You see...you don't look like your older brother at all. That Albert."

Unable to escape interrogation, thankfully a voice has been heard in the classroom as the rest just watch things unfold between the two students.

"Hm? That is really rude thing to say Lord Hainsworth."

It was Albert.

"Geek!? Since when-"

Approaching the student who is trying to corner William, swiftly Albert had a reason to get William out of the stress. "It is lunch time. I would like to eat lunch with my younger brother..."

But the other didn't buy it and huffs at him. "Really? That blonde hair with scarlet eyes your genuine brother?"

Albert chuckles. "William is special."

The un impressed student named Hainsworth still didn't want to drop the topic of gossiping.

"Then how come that Louis, the adoptive brother also had blonde hair and scarlet eyes-" Albert is getting a bit irritated now so he cuts him off. "Who knows? My parents are dead, they decided to adopt someone who resembles my little brother rather than getting someone who looks like me." With a teasing grin at the end.

"Is it perhaps you want to talk to my parents?"

Hainsworth felt the danger.

"Don't be ridiculous! They are dead!"

Albert nods to himself to show the other that he was just joking. "Exactly." And finally made an escape to get William out of his seat and this bully.

"Now excuse us..."

Outside the classroom, in the hallway.

"Albert-niisama...Um..thank you." William never felt vulnerable like that. It must be because he didn't prepare a rebuttal.

Albert is making that face...the face of angry big brother as he warned William about that student. "If that person keeps bullying you William, he will get punishment."

William's eyes widen. "Eh? We are at school though-" but Albert pat his shoulders with the lamb like smiles. "I know you can do it William. After all...you are the one chosen to cleanse this world full of ugly evil nobles." It is just something you cannot reject. "I look forward to it."

Taking lunch with Albert and Louis that time...William had different thoughts.

Pressured.

How pressuring...!

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['Its always Albert's que for me to think again of a perfect crime so he can continue on eliminating those kind of people he dislikes...I could have controlled him, but I owe him a lot.']

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Till the next day.

"Big brother William." Looking behind him as he is here at the garden of their school sitting in a bench to cool himself down from noise all over the place.

"Louis..."

Louis sat beside him and whispered his achievement.

"I discovered that bully Hainsworth secret as you ask me to stalked him."

Both pretend to act normal as they whisper their responses to each other.

"Ah yes, what did you find out?"

"He is apparently responsible for all the suicides happening at the school grounds. He will bully someone here until they kill themselves. And the ones he only bully are..."

So this Hainsworth guy is a bad apple, Albert is right. He always is...that is why they couldn't dis obey nor correct him.

William chuckles and fairly summarize everything Louis describe. "He bullies those who isn't rich enough to stand beside him but has good grades that may compete to his. Just like how Moriarty household inheritance had been decreased due to the deaths of Lord Moriarty and ." placing his thumb to his own chin with this discovery.

"Now then~ I think I know what that person wants with me."

Louis nods and still had his hidden pocket knife in his sleeves. "Yes brother William, you are his target." He gestured to protect him.

But William looks above the clouds with no care about the situation.

"Bully me to death huh~"

Till his innocent face drops to a devil interesting smile as he joked.

"Let see who actually dies."

Leaving the bench, William commanded his little brother whose always resulting things in violence due to being impatient.

"Louis if Lord Hainsworth bullies me, do not interfere. We let him be, so that it would look convincing that am a defenseless prey in his naughty eyes who tramples the weak." Louis stiffen as he really wanna deny the favor asks by his big brother but he decided to shut him mouth and just nods to William. A sign that he will obey him.

William is now in patriot mode.

"...He tramples all his rivals just to remain in academic top."

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BAM!

KICK!

"Ugh!" In the men's toilet.

William just got himself kick to the dirty toilet bowl chamber.

Hainsworth is physically bullying him.

"Hahaha! Serves you right Moriarty!"

William got hurt and had some scared irises. "Please stop, what did I ever do to you?" As he whimpers to the beast. "I want to go home."

Hainsworth mocks him, intention is to hurt him more emotionally. "You don't have a home remember? It got burned down!" Adding brainwashing methods to his victim to blame themselves. "And it is probably your fault why your parents died...!"

Making a fake gasp. "T-that's not true. I'm not a curse child!"

"You are cursed! Those devil eyes!"

William kept the victim act. "Please! I'll do anything, just end this miserable school life. Stop bullying me already Lord Hainsworth!" As he cling to Hainsworth uniform...

This person thought he won over William's fear.

"Hmp, very well." And finally made his usual habits to invite his victims. "Meet me at the tower bell of our school." With a unreasonable condition. "If you can do a back flip, I'll let you live school life at peace."

Crumpling in his stomach ache as that is where he was kicked. William pretend nervous. "T-tower?" Only for Hainsworth to lift again his fist and punch him to his gut.

"You are going or you keep asking?!"

PUNCH!

"Augh!"

Gritting the pain. "S-sorry! I will! I will!" Hidden evil smirking.

William is very happy to see Hainsworth is a scum.

'The trap is set.'

The dark truth about this school for nobles...where middle class gets oppressed.

Finding evidence of the previous students who are now dead and nobody, not even teachers bothered to investigate thoroughly.

'So this is how he makes it a suicide huh...he pushes those students he dislike to the school's tower bell to their deaths as a dare game.' William observed the bell tower's feature and still had blood stains on the wall that must have been a year ago. 'Very well, let us play the same game you invented~'

In the present Bell Tower situation.

"Now jump."

Hainsworth said to William whose facing the bell tower's open window.

"Jump?" Still acting like he is scared. "I'll die if I jump Lord Hainsworth."

Hainsworth stomps his feet and lift his fist in a manner to intimidate William whom he thought is a coward.

"If you don't jump, I will continue to make your school life a living hell Moriarty!"

To his surprise the voice came again.

"Did you call me?"

Behind him is...

"What the-" "A-Albert Moriarty!?" Sending death glares to William whose still at the window. "You snitch!" The wind blows, his golden locks revealed his cold scarlet eyes as he repeated after him. "Snitch?" Finally showing his devil atmosphere to the target. "I never snitch."

Hainsworth jaw drops.

"Yes...Brother William doesn't do snitch." There Louis appears in the shadow, that moment Hainsworth knew it was a set up!

"Even the adoptive brother is here? What are you guys plotting!? I'll scream for help! I swear-" Anxiety rising as he sees an angel face from a a devilish explanation from William whom he formerly beat up. "Plotting? What a very ill mannered noble you are Lord Hainsworth. Bullying my little brother just because he became top one at your classroom."

Opening his arms to invite Hainsworth to stand beside him at the open wild window.

Albert shake his head in a mocking manner to send shivers to Hainsworth. "Now you are planning to push brother William to his death neither he jumps or not...it is the same ending."

Albert laughs. "Haha."

But Hainsworth anger us vented towards the angel in the window. "William you bastard!"

William didn't like the sound of that.

"Bastard? That isn't very nice word to say to me right now Lord Hainsworth."

Hainsworth now noticed he is cornered.

"C-could it be you guys planning to gang up on me?!"

William starts to approach him.

Tap, tap, tap...

BADUMP, BADUMP.

"What else could it be? You sure are used to this aren't you? The fact you come alone in this bell tower where students are forbidden to go to since incidents happens."

Heart beating fast.

William made an awful remark. "Nay, we say fake suicide." Those evil smile. "Right now we will give you the same punishment."

Louis echoed behind. "Jump Lord Hainsworth. Or else we will make your life a living hell for harming my brother like that."

Hainsworth snaps.

"AS IF I DO THAT SHIT!" As he proceed to run down the stair case a leg trips him.

"AH-"

It was Albert's.

"Sorry my legs are too long. Goodbye."

He fall to his death.

"Aaahhh!"

SMASH!

Blood...

And that's it...he fallen to the staircase. Blood everywhere...spreading...and spreading.

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['I feel sick.']

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"Mmh!" William covered his mouth.

Quickly Albert ran beside him. "William?!" And so of course Louis. "Brother!?"

William stomach hurts and his face is disgusted. It had Albert worried. "What's wrong..?" But William didn't want to be obvious about his dissatisfaction of this incident.

"I-I'm fine brother Albert. I guess...because his blood smells bad and I haven't eaten lunch." Albert and Louis stared at him.

William is just...as always with a smile.

So Albert decided to drop it.

"Then let's have a lunch."

And yeah they just eat after that killing.

'A straight up murder done by a noble child.'

Eyeing Albert with his observant eyes, William noticed that Albert eats with a joy in his face. 'Albert he can eat lunch after murder so easily...'

He kinda admired that a bit.

He plate just went dark...

When William opened his eyes, he is back to his room at Rockwell residence. His mind is full as it always been.

And truly this exhaust him.

'At that school prestigious school...that is the second perfect murder crime I invented for Lord Albert.' he dug his nails at the mirror table.

'No, he is my big brother now. We are the Lord of crimes together. We gang up on that evil noble Hainsworth' but his head hurt. 'But why do I feel...a little bit...tired...' holding his temples. 'My head hurts... he collapsed completely.'

Thud...)))

"Brother William?!" Hearing audible voice from Louis...William chooses to sleep.

Ah he just collapsed.

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Liam's POV

['I just wanted a friend...']

Exhausting.

['Or maybe...not really a friend nor family...']

Exhausting.

['I just needed someone who understands me completely...']

Tiresome.

['Albert and Louis and the others I have gathered...they respect me that's why they understand me.']

Bored.

['But understanding me isn't enough.']

Lonely.

['I want someone to be on the same scenery that I see. Same point of view. Same length of intelligence.']

Depressing.

['If I find such person, then truly I can say I have lived my life to the fullest.']

Hurting.

['I wanted to get such person before it is too late for me...to turn back. And it was too late.']

These feelings that should have not existed but it did.

It was...too late.

Is it?

Ah no...that memory...

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"He's a mathematician."

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When I first met him, I was alarmed that he could tell who am exactly. But he didn't seem to figure my darker side.

"I indeed work as a mathematician. Now then, permit me to do the same to you~"

"Eh?"

So I played along to flex my intelligence to him as well. It was fun. I never actually played like that before, not even to my brothers. I never knew such side of me existed.

"It appears you can play the violin however you are not a musician. Additionally you seem to have physical abilities in adept when you are fighting. You also do chemicals making."

I was never able to fool around like that in the orphanage. Because they lack sense of humor, more like I was too advance in terms of my mindset and maturity that I couldn't play off as a nice child.

"In other words you are an Oxbridge man yet you choose to speak with cockney accent."

I was not able to become childish.

"Hahaha! You are quite interesting fellow huh~? Interesting!"

I felt a little bit childish on that encounter. I should have let him be with his flirting with those girls to impress them. But I felt like a jerk to corner him by reading him back too. To compete who has the most accurate description and reading to one another.

I exposed my skills as Sherlock Holmes taken back a few steps to avoid me sniffing on him.

It was very entertaining. He was...interesting.

['I finally found that person I can call my equal.']

...

"Pardon me, I haven't ask your name."

"Holmes, My name is Sherlock Holmes old sport."

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I just wanted to test him if he will be a threat. Because I have not forgotten that I have a job as a patriot to be done.

Playing games with someone is not suppose to be there...but...I choose to play with him.

I made a game for him to chase me.

I didn't want Albert nor anyone realize that I was somehow neglecting the true meaning of it. So I hide my obsession within frame up murder and various cases for Sherlock.

It thrills me that he can solve my supposed to be perfect crime.

It is very wonderful that another human being with a brain like mine works wonders actually exist.

But...

Why do we have to be enemies?

I have no choice but to be his enemy.

I already set this goal from the start. My promise future for the one Louis and I owe a lot.

So that Albert James Moriarty's soul will be cleanse.

Sherlock has to become my pawn.

A pawn...

Just a pawn...

Not...a friend I desired for so long.

Ahhh...it is no use.

The dream leaps to another scene.

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Outside POV

"I keep thinking about him."

William at the Moriarty's living room, sat in the sofa with his bathrobe.

"About who?"

A shadow appeared and it was no other than his sibling who also had a bathrobe attire. Clearly it is night time, time to sleep and yet...

"Oh sorry Louis, you still up?" Pretending not to be startled by Louis presence, his younger brother explained himself. "I was about to go to sleep but I saw the lamp shade still open. I thought somebody forgot to turn it off..."

William just have to laugh it off with a smile as usual. "Hehe. Hard working as ever."

However the other didn't buy it.

"Is something bothering you brother William?"

William slowly looks away, he wasn't pretending though when he answered with such confusion. "Hmm...I don't know. I never felt this before." He admits that he had such side existed.

Louis is stunned about it. "Eh? Brother William being confuse for the first time? Must be serious indeed." Worried maybe his brother had health issues or relationship issues...he was right.

It was near that spot. "Remember Sherlock Holmes?" William asks back.

Without hesitation Louis took note of it. "Yes, that guy who talked to you at the end of Noahtic's journey and whom you have tested in Hope's case." Then his expression darkens. "What did he do to you?"

In William's defense. "He has not done anything...I just," finding the right words, he felt a bit embarrass to say it though. "I guess I like his company."

Louis is alarmed. "What? I do not understand...isn't he our enemy?" Staring at his brother who suddenly played with his own hair strands.

William had a visible small red cheeks as he untangled some of his own hair. "He is our enemy but he is also our hero who will play the game to capture the Lord of Crime."

Felt out of character towards his brother.

"So...?"

"Basically, even though I shouldn't think of him since I already know what to do with him...I got curious I guess."

Louis swear to help his brother at all cost even though he had a lot of questions. "Then I will ask Fred to investigate-" only to be cut off harshly. "Not that kind of curiosity Louis."

That is where Louis visibly saw it. The respect William emits when he says the true thing that bothers him at night.

"I...I want to spend time with this person Louis."

He didn't know what to say at first...so all he could is assume things of how he understood it.

"Eh? Brother...you mean...you actually-"

Then again William denies it. "Oh no, no, I'm just bored you know? So don't worry Louis, I promise it won't get in the way of our goals and mission."

But he made that puppy face request.

"So please don't tell even brother Albert."

And Louis definitely can't win against his beloved brother's wishes.

"...As you wish Big brother."

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Liam's POV

It was a lie I made to hide my desire to be normal even just for a day. Even made a lie to my family whom I trust the most.

After the train incident and then we met again during Stanley's vandalize painting...When we got back home to London, Louis ask me a question that led me to find it funny.

I mean I thought this argument and reasoning is over, but not to his satisfaction.

Also...not only it is a funny realization about a conflict within my own vision. Louis started to untangled my shell...

"I know you were bored Brother. But..." he glance at me with protest in his eyes. "But why big brother William has to keep that Sherlock guy around? Pardon me to say this, but he is a threat to our plans and especially to you even if you say he is part of the best pawns in the play! Like, look! He even interfere with our bath moment together, what a nuisance."

Ohhh the displeasure in his whole being.

Louis is openly jealous I see.

He is the type of guy you'll always seem grumpy or emotionless unless he got irritated or if it is something to do about me. I'm fully aware he had this brother complex towards me and I'm not going to deny his concerns for me. Which is why I know for sure Louis would never betray me regardless of how he is against it.

I chuckled and did not took him seriously. It was just a cute jealous little brother in my eyes.

"Now, now Louis don't say that."

"But why brother?"

However I couldn't tell how much Louis loathed Sherlock Holmes at first glance. He and Sherlock maybe doesn't just vibe in with their personality and beliefs indifference.

After all, Louis is a quite and introverted person.

Well you know, Sherlock is obnoxious.

I just didn't want to argue, so I thought to be straight to the point.

"You see am quite infatuated with this detective."

He was taken back but tried to stay composed. "Brother...that's..."

I wanted to make Louis realize our relationship won't change even if I find another favorite person whom I respect.

"As said before rest assured it won't be a hindrance to our plans. After all Louis, you are my number priority. A world where you can live freely without hiding your scar on that face and your renew heart. Big brother will wish for your happiness than my own."

It has always been about Louis, there was nothing left for me.

"But I want brother to be happy too...just, just anybody! Not that guy...! I do not like him brother."

Louis getting emotional, I sat up and grab his shoulders. Firmly squeeze them for comfort.

"Do not worry Louis, if he is a threat to me. I will kill him myself if time comes."

Right.

'I lied to Louis, I could never bring myself to kill Sherlock.'

Because for the first time...I wanted to prioritize myself satisfaction.

So...

I...

Made a decision.

That if I die, I want Sherlock Holmes to be by my last moments.

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Sherlock Holmes whose excited to come back to the apartment. "Liam I'm back-" he opens the door just to smell urine and rotten food all over the place.

His quick assumption. "Liam...?"

Sherlock hears the shower running. 'Something's not right.' He ran to the bathroom just to see William naked, soak in water and is currently lying at the floor seems unconscious. Turning off the shower that has been soaking William in the cold floor.

Sherlock heart panics. "Liam!" Holding him close, a slight shake. With a weak voice and eyes trying to open from wet looks.

"...Sherly is that you? You are back home..?" He couldn't clearly see the man who holding him in the arms. "Liam! What happen to you?"

William blinks three times before he gain energy to lift his fingers to point at the ruined bedsheet and dirtied floor. Both the bed and floor had urine on it.

"Umm...I peed the bed. So I decided to took a bath. The towel was not enough to remove the smell of urine so I decided to crawl my way to the bathroom. But I felt dizzy...I'm sorry." He shivered.

Sherlock snaps. "Don't apologize idiot! If you need to pee just say so!" He then placed William to put his back at the wall so he can remove his pea coat to temporarily dry off William. "I mean look at you! You are in a mess you lad!"

William sheepishly shrugs. "But I can't. You weren't here Sherly. I'm alone, Billy isn't there earlier neither." With a weak smile. "I ate the food. I used my other hand, but when I feel like going it just...poured out." William begins to look like he is in pain. "Uhhhgg..."

"Liam?" That's when Sherlock notice that William's crotch is still throbbing.

Oh, he gets it now.

William is...uneasy right there.

Sherlock cleared his throat just to double check.

"Liam, I know it sounds awkward but..." it's now or never. "Do you release?"

William who accepted to be dried off, is now back in focus. "Release what?" But he had that innocent honesty and Sherlock can't handle it.

'Are you kidding me?! He doesn't know?' Or is William faking again his innocence?

Clearing his throat. "You know what men do when they have pent up frustration down there."

William blinks.

"Heard about masturbate?"

William gave him a cold look and spat.

"I do, but I don't do that."

Sherlock is baffled.

"How come you don't?! Then how do you handle your thing down there?" He is pointing at it. William rolled his eyes like he is again in another mood swing.

"I just ignore it. Then it stops standing."

Sherlock just can't leave it alone.

"Are you serious?!" This guy is serious about no sexual desire. "It has bothered me all this time, is it really essential to men to pleasure themselves?" William's reasoning to Sherlock's visible dumbfounded face. "I was able to live with it without masturbating."

Sherlock pulled his own hair out of irritation when he heard such ridiculous things from the former math professor who neglects self care.

"That's not good Liam! No wonder you are so depressing!"

"Eh?"

Sherlock corners him to the way he had been sitting wet and naked.

"Listen, I know you are a math person. But I love science, am onto human anatomy. So here is the thing you have to understand on your body." Looking down at William's thing. "If it goes hard, you have to massage it."

William blushed hard and he is scared now.

"M-myself?"

"I mean who else-"

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It struck Sherlock with thunder. The moment William almost implied he wants another person to do it is just a temptation!

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"Seriously Liam, what about your little brother? Is that why he is always grumpy because he does not do it either?"

William pouts. "No, Louis does it. Just not me."

Sherlock making a face. "But why?"

William is now annoyed with his pestering.

"Because I don't like it. It doesn't seem...clean. okay?"

Sherlock won't give it up though. "Well I do it too."

William laughs. "Haha, From the looks of yours Sherly, I can profile that you do it when you feel frustrated. No need to elaborate."

But Sherlock is serious. "So you have to do it too." William rejects the idea. "I find it shameful."

Sherlock then crossed his arms with his statement. "Am a shame to you then Liam?" William raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. When I said shameful, it is just my own personal description of myself. Me doing it to myself, I feel shameful. But other people doing it is amazing. I like how they are confident to love themselves that way."

Sherlock had a headache.

William then had a sad eyes as he emotionlessly speak within his dry lips despite being drench in shower. "Maybe I just...don't love myself much as I love other people. I just...don't know how. Is it too late?"

Sherlock looks around the bathroom. It is just him and William here. No Billy.

'Convincing him otherwise is very hard.'

Heavy sigh, "You are a stubborn mathematician." Sherlock removes the pea coat that has been hovering on William.

William who did not even know what will Sherlock do to his just kept his chatting in regards self love. "I can't help it. All throughout my life I was thinking how to burn the whole London." At least William is getting back on jokes.

Sherlock just drying him off with the pea coat. "Alright, you need a bath really. You are already a mess."

William is now ashamed of his actions.

"Y-yes please."

With that agreement, Sherlock help him stand up and he outs William to the bath tub. In America it seems every had a bath thub in apartments.

As William watch Sherlock silently hanging the wet pea coat to the wall.

"Sherly why don't you remove your clothes?" Sherlock's soul almost went berserk. "E-excuse me?" He look down at William whose curling like a yarn of ball in the tub. "I mean, you'll get wet if you are deciding to help me clean myself. Why not join in?"

Sherlock is now twitching. 'Liam...! Why! Why do you want to make me sin!'

Still had no clue why the other man is acting suspicious. "Sherly?"

Sherlock turns on the shower. "I-It's fine really! I will take a bath once I'm done fixing you!" And begins to grab some soap to apply it to William's skin.

"You mean, grooming me."

Ignoring. "Close your eyes!" He rubs the soap to William's face. "Mmhppff!"

Struggling, William pushes his hands away. "That is so sudden Sherly! How terrible." But Sherlock laughs and splash some water on hos face.

"Ahaha! Take this then!"

"Hey!"

Before he knew, both of them are laughing.

"Ahahaha!"

Playing in the bathroom while cleaning truly is childish.

Sherlock is now at the moment of rinsing William's hair when it was rubbed with some shampoo.

"..."

William is not saying anything after all the energy of splashing water to each other.

How concerning.

"Why are you silent?"

Right now, William is the only one whose naked in the tub while Sherlock is still in his clothes. His wet white shirt embossed his manly features.

William had been staring at it and he didn't knew why it affects him in a strange way.

So he had to confess it. "S-Sherly, it's throbbing. It...hurts." he was referring to his...err.

Sherlock tried to be calm. "I told you to touch it. Come on Liam, do it." But William got nervous and his face clearly embarrassed.

"H-how?"

"Huh?"

William hide his face with his broken wrist. "Well.. that's" Sherlock had enough.

"Here, let me show you."

Gently...

"W-wait She-" grabbing William's right hand and placed it to William's very own member.

"You hold it like this," using William's hand to squeeze it, William let out a embarrassing whimper.

"O-ow..." Sherlock tried to be calm and professional to teach this innocent guy who never seem to have enjoyed his puberty. "Massage it gently...here...look at it." And proceed to do the massage motion. William can't help but moaned.

"Ah!"

"Shh...don't be loud."

Sherlock didn't want the neighbors to hear it.

William's first self pleasure.

Slow and careful it is being massage. The fact Sherlock's warm palms resting to his hand.

William never felt this sensation of awkwardness yet feels actually satisfying.

"I-It feels so hot...it' hard...its...nnnhh!" William grit his teeth. As a first timer he doesn't know how to control the volume of discomfort. Sherlock breath in his ears. "Let it out Liam, if you don't let it be it will hurt further. Okay? Breath in and breath out. Then release like you are peeing okay?" Like an obedient child. "O-okay."

The two stay still only moving their hands a top on each other.

William is feeling to pee.

"I-I think it is coming out Sherly-"

And he just did. "Aahh!"

Sherlock's ears felt harassed. 'Dammit Liam! Why so you have to yell my name while you are coming?!'

Pretending everything is cool.

"It feels better right?" Is Sherlock's response as he wash his hands.

William who feels fuzzy. All the heat inside him have gone out. "It does."

Feeling breathless.

"I feel refreshed..." only to collapse at the tub. "Liam!" Catching him.

Yeah, William just fainted.

"It must have been painful."

Little bit they know, this is the start where things becomes complicated...

The seeking of company on these two adult of no night life.

It cross the friendship boundary.

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Opening his eyes.

"Sherly...?"

It was cold. The electric fan at the ceiling giving fresh ambiance.

William notice he was tuck in bed with new bedsheets. The bedsheet had rose design, so different from the white bed sheets he had stained.

Also his is already wearing different set of pajamas. The man who help him release isn't anywhere around the room.

But his left eye bandages are gone. Someone has not replaced them it seems.

'He isn't home?'

William can't remember what happen. All he knows is... "The thing earlier..." it must have been hours passed. "Sherly's masculine hands onto mines..." he touched himself unconsciously replaying that thing they did. 'Just a bit...' William exhales. "It feels good." And he even said his name. "Sherly, Sherly...Sherly..."

His mind got polluted about it

'I'm coming again-'

"Hello guys I'm back!"

The door slams open.

"YAHOO!"

Quickly Billy noticed Liam hide himself to the sheets like a round ball. Another one of William child moves. "Hm?"

"Are you feeling sick again ?" Good thing William is good at being a cat in hat. "I f-feel a little bit cold t-that's all."

However Billy noticed the change of bedsheets and how William looks clean.

"...You need help?"

"Nno. I'm fine."

Billy thought something was up but he then again thinks it also must have been his imagination.

"If you say so."

Proceeding to carry on the bags in his hands and showed the contents of it at the sofa. "By the way Mr. Moriarty." William peeks. "...?"

Billy joyfully presents. "I bought you some new set of clothes." William stops on hiding at his blankets and accepted Billy passing him one of the said clothing.

"T-this many...?" Touching the fabric, it is a good quality and he is kinda spooked.

Billy can tell much. "Don't think I'd buy for a stranger?" A wink.

William felt bad. "Why are you so generous to us Billy?"

Billy at the individual chair rather than the sofa to face him. "Hmm, let say~ I don't want to have regrets."

It look like he is reminded of something he shouldn't.

"Billy...?"

But Billy is beaming with sunrays.

"Change topic!"

"Eh-"

And pointed at his nose. "I have a question."

William looks at his eyes and it won't be that bad to be interrogated right?

"Ok, Please go ahead?"

The wide grinning. "Do you like ? How long you've been dating?" William is flabbergasted.

"D-dating?" Laughing it as a joke. "No, were friends."

Billy knot his eyebrows in disbelief. "Friends...?" Finding William's personality so far is very conservative, polite and elegant. Except the times he acts like an abandon special child that needs care. "Uhh Wait up Mr. Moriarty...let me think..."

Billy's mind in a circus. 'Ever since he woke up, he and had this magical sweet atmosphere. Then they talk about mundane things, then sometimes or most of the times will cup 's cheeks...caress's his hair and carry him in princess cradle even though we all know he can actually walk. It is just his mental state makes him think he couldn't walk. What more they sleep in one bed, though it cannot be helped it is only one bed after all. But there is the sofa, so can sleep there but instead they prefer to sleep together...'

William having sweat drops.

"Ummm B-Billy? Are you still with me?"

Billy screamed at him.

"YOU CALL THAT FRIENDS?!"

Nervous.

"Eerr...u-um..."

Billy grabs his blankets to uncover him, William shrinks at the bed side.

"Listen Mr. Moriarty! Male Friends don't do cuddles!"

Ehhh...

"They don't?"

Billy slaps his own face. "You...could it be you never had a friend before?" His guess was right. William felt ashamed of it as he shyly admits.

"I'm ashamed of my age that yes, I never had a friend before. My only friends...no, I call them my family. My adoptive big brother Albert and my real little brother Louis." He even added. "I never had talk to anybody nor had a close relationship to anyone else. I was focus on my plans that I forgot my youth."

The trace if smile he makes whenever that person's name comes out. "Sherly is the first friend I ever made. I'm glad he feel the same way."

Billy is going inside his mental whining space.

'F-feel the same way? No! Mr. Ponytail is lovesick with you!'

Billy tries to put sense to the other. "I'm not British, I don't know how friendship works out there your country. But in my country, when two are best buddies. We do brother hug but we don't do cuddles. We take baths together but we don't touch each other to pleasure ourselves. Because we are friends, we have boundaries. That is what a real men friendship is."

William listened properly and even clarified his own question. "You mean...Sherly and I ain't friends? Then this feeling of seeing him as an old friend, what is it then?"

Billy happily shared.

"They call that soulmates ."

The curtain flutters.

William felt the wind in his uncovered self.

"Soul mates...?"

Playing an interest in Billy's topic. "Soulmate applies to everything. Romantic, genuine friendship right on spot even animals can be your soul mate."

It does makes sense.

"So maybe the moment you guys saw each other if it isn't romantical way of putting it then you guys are mates. Ya know, soulmates!"

William clutch his heart as he chanted those words that really is convincing to describe themselves.

"Sherly and I...are mates."

William never received a consultation from anybody. This is his first time taking some advice and insights. He actually likes what Billy is saying.

So he thanked him. "Yeah that sounds better, I do think am convince. I'll make sure to tell Sherly."

Billy received his generous acceptance.

"Hehe, no problem!"

But deep inside he is sweating.

'I bet will collapse if he hears this!'

Because he promised Sherlock not to get involved with their relationship if it is just friend or romantic in anways...

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Liam's POV

['The more days passed, the more Sherly is becoming busy at work.']

Something feels empty whenever he isn't around.

"I'm so broken."

Not even once I had miss my brothers, not did I even care what happen to London. I did not bother to know any of those. All I heard is that they are heading to the future that I have sacrificed for according to Sherly.

I just don't care.

Nothing matters.

What matters to me now is how should I live my life.

Sherly said he would support me, I can paint whatever I like.

Even though I have his full support and love, I just feel broken.

Is it because I haven't said it properly?

['That I do like Sherlock Holmes more than friends.']

I never actually understood how friendship works. When one of my student said he is Lucian's friend, I was a little bit envious. So I told my student to held that kind of friendship dearly.

I thought I would never have one.

Because our organization is more like a family than friends.

Then Sherlock came to my life. With no color he suddenly put colors on it. I discovered another me existed beside being am evil criminal genius that people describe the Lord of Crime.

The Lord of Crime is also a child, a lonely child who never had a proper enjoy of it's youth.

And that is me...

How many times have I actually lied? Let's see...there is that one time.

No...just many times.

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I'm so conflicted.

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To Be Continued.

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Next: Slowly being convinced that Sherlock promises were no lie and were not temporary at all. Liam is starting to see Sherlock differently, however his insecurities gets in the way, which is why he isn't confident to reciprocate the detective's feelings openly. Meanwhile Sherlock felt like he was just assuming things and it causes him torture due to his respect towards William even though he is on the verge of tasting those sweet lips.

Note: Like I said this is like a series of day by day of their 3 years together before they return to London, so expect a lot of mundane talk and of course their struggle to be together and some smut xD Jilliam or Jim is inspired from Jim Moriarty of SHERLOCK bbc TV series.

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