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    Arthur gave Sho a small smile, turning to meet the leader's eyes with his bright emerald eyes. "Ah, bt sir..." he replied calmly. "How could I possibly make a move to harm...the most imortant person in the world to me?" He folded his hands neatly in his lap, his face calm. he didn't care what Sho might do to him, all he knew was that he would not harm Alfred, in any way.

    Arthur stared at the man who'd entered the room. There wasn't any dought who it was. Scruffy, diry blonde hair with one cowlick that refused to lie flat, sparkling sky blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. It was Alfred, his beloved Alfred. He was much taller, with a muscular build and broad shoulders, but he was Alfred. Arthur noticed that Alfred hadn't so much as glancced at him, and he felt concerned. Had he accually forgotten him? Or did he now beleive that Arthur was one of the Wisonjas? It would be pretty easy to beleive, seeing Arthur in the same room as the leader. Arthur bit his lip, unable to remove his eyes from Alfred. Then slowly his hand moved to his pants poket and he pulled out the only weapon he had with him, a small dagger. He would make sure to let Alfred know he was on the same side. he wold fight alongside his love.

    Arthur bit his lip, tightening his grip on the dagger currently hiding in his sleve. Alfred, stop stalling already and shoot! Please don't get killed! He wanted to lung at Sho and stab him this very instant, but he forced himself to be patient. He had to stay calm and wait for the right moment. And perhaps Alfred wouldn't need his help anyways, after all they had said that he was a highly skilled Justice Breaker. That was just fine by him, so long as he got to see Alfred again, up close and face to face.

    Arthur stared at Alfred as a heavy silence filled the room. Slowly Arthur felt his cheeks heat up as his emerald eyes sparkled in awe. Alfred...has gotten so strong! And brave too. He blinked, snapping back into reality. Finding himself able to move at last, he quickly returned his dagger to his pocket and stood up. However, once again he was caught up in his emotions, simply by staring at the part of Alfred that he could see. "Alfred..." he managed to say in a trembaling whisper, his eyes watered up.

    pfft I don't think Arthur even really noticed Asling XD


    Tears ran down Arthur's face as he hugged Alfred as tightly as he could. Its really him...my most presious Alfred. I've missed you so much... He ran his hand over Alfred's soft golden hair and bent his head down so his cheek brushed agenst Alfred's. "Don't be sorry, love." He whispered softly in the other's ear. "I've been patiently waiting for you this whole time. I knew you'd come." A soft smile made its way onto his face. How long had it been since he smiled for real? Perhaps not since the day Alfred confessed his love to him.

    Stalkor >~>


    Arthur frowned slightly as Alfred pulled away. Did...he think that he worked for the Wisonja's on purpose? Would he pull away now? He blinked hearing the American's other words. Of course, he was probably just worried about staying around here. "Ah, I happen to know a short cut." He said, moving to one wall of the room and opening a sliding door that was unnoticable at first. "this way." He instructed.

    Arthur suddenly realized something. 'Hey Alfred, lets go this way." He said, pulling the American around a corner. "I need to stop by my room and get some of my things, I have a feeling I shaln't get another chance." He quickly led Alfred down a empty hallway all painted white with thick metal doors; the containment rooms. This is where he'd lived for five years, kept prisioner every night after the nine o'clock curfew.