Wait, So You're My... Brother? [Part 1a/?]
anonymous
January 5 2010, 22:26:43 UTC
Arthur awoke to the sounds of shouting.
As he sat up, he yawned sleepily, and blinked his eyes until they adjusted to the dark room. The voices seemed to be coming from downstairs, travelling up the staircase and leaking through the small opening of his door.
The little boy slid out from under his warm duvet, making his way carefully -so as not to trip on any of the small toys that were scattered across the carpet - to the door and pulled it open just a touch. But even then, he still couldn’t hear what was being said, their voices still muffled by the walls and doors.
Sliding it open some more, Arthur squeezed out of his room and tip-toed across the landing to the top of the stairs, then proceeded to creep down them. He’d done this many times before, sneaking down in the middle of the night to steal chocolate, or to talk to his friends, so he knew where to place his feet so as not to make a sound.
He reached the bottom of the stairs successfully, having not made a single sound, but any pride he had in that little achievement was washed away by his curiosity. By now, the voice of his mother was clear to him; he could hear every word she uttered.
“Why? What would make you want to do that? How could you do that?” It was practically a scream. He could hear the hysterics, and knew instantly tears were streaming down her face.
His father answered softly, too quiet for Arthur to hear his words. If he had been trying to calm her, it hadn’t worked.
“No! How could you do this? To me? To your sons? ” Her frenzy intensified until it eventually turned into sobs, ones that broke the little boy’s heart as he stood, paralysed, clinging to the banister in fear.
“Louise... listen to me, please. I love you, I always have and-”
“Please, just please... stop lying to me. Stop lying to yourself,” her sobs had stopped, and instead, her voice sounded calm, resigned. “I... I’m leaving. I’m taking Alfred with me, and I really, honestly, don’t ever want to see you again, especially not around my little boy.”
There was a pause, then: “...What about Arthur?” The young boy stiffened as the mention of his name.
Another pause. Then he heard his mother inhale sharply.
“You... you should take him. He looks exactly... like you.” She told him, her voice shaking. “I... I don’t think I’d be able to bear looking at him without... without...” Her voice trailed off, and Arthur could imagine the tears.
He imagined they’d be exactly like the ones that were streaming down his face.
At that point, the kitchen door opened, and his mother walked out. Her makeup was streaked around her cerulean eyes, her straw blonde hair dishevelled. In her arms was Alfred, his small, pudgy hands clinging on to his mother tightly, while his bright eyes were sharpened with fear. He looked as if to be on the verge of crying, but was too scared to do so.
She glanced at Arthur for a second before turning away, refusing to meet his eyes as she walked to the coat rack, picking off Alfred’s coat and wrapping it around him.
“Are... you sure about this?” Arthur hadn’t noticed before, but his father had also emerged from the kitchen. He waited for an answer, staring imploringly at his wife, but the slamming of the front door as she left was the only answer he received.
“Daddy? Where has Mummy gone?” His father started, having not realised Arthur’s presence, but quickly strode over to the little boy and engulfed him in a hug.
“I’m sorry, Artie. I’m so sorry. Daddy made a stupid mistake. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeated, rubbing soothing circles on Arthur’s back and kissing the top of his mop of dirty blonde hair. “I’m sorry.”
Re: Wait, So You're My... Brother? [Part 1b/?]
anonymous
January 5 2010, 22:28:35 UTC
~~God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen~~
Arthur shifted in his bed, blindly reaching out a hand to try and turn his phone off. He whacked his hand off the table a couple of times before he eventually managed to press the right button.
“Bloody hell...” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. That dream... again? That was the third time he’d had it this past month. That was never good. There were plenty of memories, happy memories, which he could re-live. Why was his subconscious so intent on showing him that one all of a sudden?
“Good afternoon, Arthur-san,” came the voice of his roommate, Kiku, who - Arthur saw as he turned his head towards the sound - was sitting on his own bed, his nose in a book. Probably some Japanese manga, he mused. He was always reading that stuff.
“Good morn- Wait, what? Did you say afternoon?” Arthur bolted upright, grabbing his phone.
He flipped it open, and read the time. 12:34pm.
“I’ve really slept in that late?” he mumbled to himself, falling backwards into his pillows. Even on Saturdays Arthur would usually be up at 7:30am, 8am if he was particularly tired. 12:34pm was just abnormal.
Had his alarm even gone off? He scrolled through his phone, and discovered that the alarm, had, indeed, gone off.
He also noticed, with a scowl, that he had a missed call from Francis.
What a great start to the day.
Well, on the bright side, at least it had woken him up.
Kiku must have seen him scowling at his phone. “Ah, Francis-san came looking for you earlier. He said something about the Principal wanting you to show some new student around today, and that you should go to the main office as soon as possible.”
Re: Wait, So You're My... Brother? [Part 1b/?]
anonymous
January 6 2010, 05:34:51 UTC
Totally bookmarking! You don't seem rusty at all, anon, I'm greatly enjoying this. :D Question, though: Is the fill gonna have US/UK as platonic or romantic? This anon is hoping it'll be the latter. :x
As he sat up, he yawned sleepily, and blinked his eyes until they adjusted to the dark room. The voices seemed to be coming from downstairs, travelling up the staircase and leaking through the small opening of his door.
The little boy slid out from under his warm duvet, making his way carefully -so as not to trip on any of the small toys that were scattered across the carpet - to the door and pulled it open just a touch. But even then, he still couldn’t hear what was being said, their voices still muffled by the walls and doors.
Sliding it open some more, Arthur squeezed out of his room and tip-toed across the landing to the top of the stairs, then proceeded to creep down them. He’d done this many times before, sneaking down in the middle of the night to steal chocolate, or to talk to his friends, so he knew where to place his feet so as not to make a sound.
He reached the bottom of the stairs successfully, having not made a single sound, but any pride he had in that little achievement was washed away by his curiosity. By now, the voice of his mother was clear to him; he could hear every word she uttered.
“Why? What would make you want to do that? How could you do that?” It was practically a scream. He could hear the hysterics, and knew instantly tears were streaming down her face.
His father answered softly, too quiet for Arthur to hear his words. If he had been trying to calm her, it hadn’t worked.
“No! How could you do this? To me? To your sons? ” Her frenzy intensified until it eventually turned into sobs, ones that broke the little boy’s heart as he stood, paralysed, clinging to the banister in fear.
“Louise... listen to me, please. I love you, I always have and-”
“Please, just please... stop lying to me. Stop lying to yourself,” her sobs had stopped, and instead, her voice sounded calm, resigned. “I... I’m leaving. I’m taking Alfred with me, and I really, honestly, don’t ever want to see you again, especially not around my little boy.”
There was a pause, then: “...What about Arthur?” The young boy stiffened as the mention of his name.
Another pause. Then he heard his mother inhale sharply.
“You... you should take him. He looks exactly... like you.” She told him, her voice shaking. “I... I don’t think I’d be able to bear looking at him without... without...” Her voice trailed off, and Arthur could imagine the tears.
He imagined they’d be exactly like the ones that were streaming down his face.
At that point, the kitchen door opened, and his mother walked out. Her makeup was streaked around her cerulean eyes, her straw blonde hair dishevelled. In her arms was Alfred, his small, pudgy hands clinging on to his mother tightly, while his bright eyes were sharpened with fear. He looked as if to be on the verge of crying, but was too scared to do so.
She glanced at Arthur for a second before turning away, refusing to meet his eyes as she walked to the coat rack, picking off Alfred’s coat and wrapping it around him.
“Are... you sure about this?” Arthur hadn’t noticed before, but his father had also emerged from the kitchen. He waited for an answer, staring imploringly at his wife, but the slamming of the front door as she left was the only answer he received.
“Daddy? Where has Mummy gone?” His father started, having not realised Arthur’s presence, but quickly strode over to the little boy and engulfed him in a hug.
“I’m sorry, Artie. I’m so sorry. Daddy made a stupid mistake. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeated, rubbing soothing circles on Arthur’s back and kissing the top of his mop of dirty blonde hair. “I’m sorry.”
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Long live our noble Queen~~
Arthur shifted in his bed, blindly reaching out a hand to try and turn his phone off. He whacked his hand off the table a couple of times before he eventually managed to press the right button.
“Bloody hell...” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. That dream... again? That was the third time he’d had it this past month. That was never good. There were plenty of memories, happy memories, which he could re-live. Why was his subconscious so intent on showing him that one all of a sudden?
“Good afternoon, Arthur-san,” came the voice of his roommate, Kiku, who - Arthur saw as he turned his head towards the sound - was sitting on his own bed, his nose in a book. Probably some Japanese manga, he mused. He was always reading that stuff.
“Good morn- Wait, what? Did you say afternoon?” Arthur bolted upright, grabbing his phone.
He flipped it open, and read the time. 12:34pm.
“I’ve really slept in that late?” he mumbled to himself, falling backwards into his pillows. Even on Saturdays Arthur would usually be up at 7:30am, 8am if he was particularly tired. 12:34pm was just abnormal.
Had his alarm even gone off? He scrolled through his phone, and discovered that the alarm, had, indeed, gone off.
He also noticed, with a scowl, that he had a missed call from Francis.
What a great start to the day.
Well, on the bright side, at least it had woken him up.
Kiku must have seen him scowling at his phone. “Ah, Francis-san came looking for you earlier. He said something about the Principal wanting you to show some new student around today, and that you should go to the main office as soon as possible.”
Arthur groaned.
Yep. Today was going to be just spiffing.
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*thumbs up*
Bookmarking. I look forward to seeing more, Anon.
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Ah, wow, thank you very much~!
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And I'm glad you managed to find this.
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And to answer your question, it shall end up being romantic. <3 ...Forgot to mention that earlier. xD
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Hopefully one should be up by the end of the week... no promises, though. :x
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