~Author's Note~

Hello everyone! Well, this is going to be a very different story! Our main Character is Arthur Pendragon (yes, the one from Fate/ Prototype) I really hope you all like this story and anything that is Italicized is a text that Arthur has sent to Diarmuid. They're BFFs in this story and yeah! I hope it goes well and this is probably only going to be a three part story!

Sincerely,

Ms. AtomicBomb

The loud alarm clock awoke him to a warm summer morning. He threw his hand towards the clock to shut it up, but it took him a couple of tries to finally hit the snooze button. He sat up slowly and groggily once the alarm had fallen silent. He reached for his phone to check if had any new messages but upon seeing no notifications, he yawned and instead sent a text to his best friend.

"Hey, wake up. School's about to start."

Arthur yawned and hurried off to the bathroom, where he quickly discarded his clothes and entered the shower. He slipped into his uniform after drying himself and then hurried down the stairs to be able to shove something in his mouth before he would have to run to school.

"You're finally up! Hurry, we're about to miss the bus!" His half-sister was already by the door, swinging her bag over her shoulder rather quickly.

Arthur stopped by the door as he blinked at his older sister. She was only three months older but to her it meant she was wiser, "I'm not getting on the bus. I'm biking," he grumbled as he stepped into the kitchen.

"What?! No, you're not getting there on time!" She called as she pushed her shoes on.

"Have you forgotten? I don't like cars." He peaked his head out from the kitchen and raised his eyebrows at her.

Her face had twisted into a glare but upon seeing his face, it softened and she became rather quiet, "Uh... Right," she mumbled a little embarrassed and then opened the door, "Goodbye, see you at school! Be careful, okay?"

Arthur watched his sister leave the house and then ducked back into the kitchen. He walked over to one of the coverts and took a cereal box in hand, then turned back to the refrigerator, where he glanced at a picture that was held in place by a magnet. He avoided the eyes of the two smiling teenagers as he grabbed the milk and poured it into the bowl before shoving it back in the messy fridge.

"Are you coming today? I hope so."

He fired yet another text to his friend and then continued on to finishing his cereal.

He had made it to school rather early for biking all the way there. In fact, he only had three minutes to reach his class before the bell rang, but he took his time as he locked his bike and walked to the classroom.

It was the first day back to school, and Arthur was already late. After the summer break, he really did not care so much. To be quite honest, he did not care the slightest bit about many things, and school was surely one of them.

The bell rang as he entered his class and he proceeded to sit down next to the wall. He liked the windows but he was not in the mood to wander his gaze outside.

"Can you believe that Jean moved away? Wow, I thought he would be here forever." Arthur could hear what all the gossip was about when the white haired girl sat next to him and gave him a smile.

Arthur turned his head towards her and shook his head, "I doubt he moved, Iri," he mumbled.

"Hey, I don't lie, Artie. I'm telling you the truth. I'm a little concerned you didn't know..." She drifted as she bit her lower lip.

"Maybe you got it all wrong," Arthur defended and turned back to his notes as the teacher clapped her hands to begin the class.

"Found out Jean moved away... Guess he couldn't take this stupid little town anymore. He did not even tell me, can you believe that?"

For the entirety of the day, Arthur kept an eye on his phone and laid his head down on the desk. He was not interested in classes anymore and his only friends had not attended school. His eyes were kept on the smart phone before him and he was patiently awaiting a response.

"I skipped lunch, let's go eat sushi after school."

He sent the text as he sat alone in the classroom. He was not in the mood of eating lunch without any friends. Sure Iri was his friend, but he simply felt that he did not want to eat lunch with her.

"Are you really skipping class today? Alright then, I'll see you after school at the sushi place we always go to."

As soon as the class was dismissed, he was out the door. He raced down the stairs and hurried to the Bicycle Rack. Upon freeing his bike, he quickly mounted it and hurried off to his favourite sushi place, where Diarmuid, Jean and him would always go to every Friday. Even though it was not Friday, he was dying to see his best friend.

He entered the small shop and sat down at the usual booth and ordered a starter that they had all loved. He sat patiently waiting for Diarmuid.

The time on the wall clock ticked by and the day grew older. The waitress had asked Arthur the same question four times already, "Are you finished, sir?"

And he would keep replying, "I'm just waiting for someone."

Three hours of waiting had been enough for him. By six in the afternoon, he ate the appetizer and left the money on the table. He stood from the booth and exited the store.

"You couldn't make it? Yeah, I thought you might have been busy."

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and then made his way back home.

It had taken him quite a while to be able to reach his house, but upon doing so, he raced up the stairs and locked himself in his room.

He threw his bag onto his bed and shrugged off his uniform blazer. Arthur stretched a bit before turning to the television in his room and sighing. "I should do my homework," he grumbled and then rubbed his face, "whatever." He shrugged it off and then turned on the small television and the Nintendo game consul beside it.

"I don't want to do my homework, send me your notes so I can finish my game earlier."

He did not fail to send yet another text to his best friend before pressing start on the controller. He had begun to play a little bit before he groaned again and reached for his phone that had been thrown on the bed a little earlier. He stretched his body over his stack of chocolate bars and finally wrote another message.

"Oh right, forgot you skipped today. I would ask Jean, but he's not here."

He checked for any reply and sighed loudly upon seeing the one-way conversation. He threw his phone back on the bed and opened up a chocolate bar, turning up the volume on the television and starting his game up again.

It was a loud knock on his door that snapped him out of his game. He pressed a button and turned to the door, "Yeah?" He called over the soundtrack of the game.

"Hey! Come help me with dinner!" He heard the familiar voice of his half-sister.

Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, just wait! I'm almost done the game!"

"I'll give you ten minutes."

Arthur turned back to the game and continued. Frantically clicking the buttons of the remote and growling every now again when he fell or died. It took him more than ten minutes and he was able to completely finish the game after an hour. He had not started the game then, he had started it during the summer break, but with everything that had happened, and he had never had time to finish it.

"I finished Twilight Princess without you, you better catch up to me and we'll see who got the most points. Loser has to do what the winner says for a week."

He glanced at his phone as he descended the stairs and smiled innocently at his sister who was tapping her foot as her arms were crossed over her chest, "Morgie," he smiled a little brighter.

"Welp, I already finished dinner... By myself," she hissed, "so just sit and eat." He could clearly see that she was angry with him, but he kissed her cheek with an innocent look.

"Thanks, Morgie, you're the best."

After dinner, Morgana had forced him to watch an episode of her favourite show with her, and an episode turned into three and then five. It was around two in the morning when they had finished watching about eight episodes. He was not going to lie, the show was great, but it had cut down on his sleeping time, and he never liked that.

He practically dragged himself to the bed and fell on it with an 'oof', he kicked his bag from it and placed his phone back on the nightstand. For some reason, he could not close his eyes and only the images of that particular night haunted him. He turned about on the bed and tried to find a comfortable position that would allow him to fall comfortably asleep, but there seemed to be no satisfaction.

He reached for his phone and blinked as he saw the time. It was a little over four in the morning and he gave an exasperated yawn.

"Ugh, you awake? I can't sleep..."

After sending the message, he set the phone back on the table and looked up at the ceiling, trying to connect the dots with the splatters of paint.

The rest of the first week of school was very uneventful and the only thing that Arthur did throughout it was write some simple texts to Diarmuid. He had strolled through the dollar store to collect some pencils and paper that he was lacking and did not fail to check his phone.

"Another day another dollar...wasted. Had to get some school supplies :/"

There had been nothing exciting that he thought was important to share with his friend, especially since he was not involved in any after school extracurricular activities or anything else in that matter.

He made his way back to school since he had gone to buy everything during lunch time. Arthur entered the classroom again and sat back down on his seat whilst placing the school supplies on his desk. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms as he waited until the bell rang.

"Man, when are you coming to school? It's so boring without you! :/"

Arthur yawned as he rested his head on the desk and bounced his knee. He felt a little upset that his friend had been skipping school for two weeks now and he wasn't sure how to get him to start coming to school again.

"You better be here tomorrow or I'll beat you up!"

He made sure to hide the phone from the teacher's view while waiting for some sort of reply. Of course he knew that it was going to be hard to get a reply again, but he kept on hoping; hoping that his friend would give in and at least send a small text.

The days went by and there was nothing that the male received. There were no texts and there was not much to do. He looked about the classroom as he tapped a pencil on his desk. He felt very lonely nowadays since both of his friends were gone, and there were times when he would feel something in his chest twisting and turning in every move he made when there was no one around.

Days like these were never really good, the rain would fall and slide down the windows. The dark grey clouds were too much for him on those gloomy rainy days. The feeling of wanting to be curled up in your bed, warm and safe.

He closed his eyes shut and sighed as the teacher began to separate the class into pairs in order for the project to be performed. He did not like group projects that much, and the fact that his friends weren't there to be paired up with him, it made it even worse. He knew that the teacher would not let Iri be his partner because she wanted 'the class to get to know one another.' And that meant that he would not be paired up with the people he talked to.

Although he had already expected to be paired up with someone he disliked, he never knew that it would be the one person that he hated the most in the class; Gilgamesh.

Arthur rolled his eyes at the mention of the name and was about to make a complaint with the teacher until she had stopped him. Telling him that she was not going to change it because it would be unfair to the rest of the class or something around those lines.

Arthur groaned as the blond male sat next to him and dropped his books on the table, "Welp, what do we have to do?" Gilgamesh turned to him and sighed.

"It's about the Cold War..." He mumbled before closing his eyes and settling his head on the table.

"Are you just going to sleep? Don't expect me to do the project alone."

He sighed upon hearing to snobby young man and then waved his hand, "Yeah, whatever."

"I got into trouble because you weren't here again. I was paired up with Gilgamesh and he said something about you so I punched him."

He had been trying to take a nap past the snickers of the other male beside him when he had said something that shot a pulse of rage through Arthur's veins.

"What?" His voice clearly held true hatred and disgust for the male before him, "What did you just say?"

"Whatever." Gilgamesh rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

Arthur stood from his seat in a flash and brought Gilgamesh up with him by the collar of his uniform, "Tell me again what you said."

"Get your dirty paws off me. Now." Gilgamesh let his surprised expression settle into a glare. "Hands off."

The clatter that Gilgamesh's chair had created was enough to have the entire class looking their way. The teacher was not there to stop the fighting males and it was only Iri that grabbed Arthur's arm to calm him down.

"Iri, this is not your problem."

Irisviel tightened her grip on her friend and looked at him, "it is."

Arthur shook her hand off and dragged Gilgamesh all the way to the wall at the back of the class, "Repeat what you just said."

Gilgamesh took a hold of Arthur's hand with one of his own, "Let go, mongrel," he growled.

Nothing stopped Arthur from balling his right hand into a fist and throwing the hardest punch he could have ever managed.

A choir of gasps resonated through the room as Gilgamesh's head bounced off the wall.

Gilgamesh managed a grunt and then the real fight began. The snobby rich kid projected a hard punch to Arthur's face and he stumbled back—letting go of Gilgamesh.

They launched at each other, throwing punches and kicks everywhere. The audience did not fail to join in with the noise of cheers and gasps.

It was Gilgamesh that had tripped Arthur and they both went tumbling down with a punch or two. The red-eyed male had the advantage and was even throwing many blows to Arthur's face while he was hovering over him.

But Arthur got the upper hand, and rolled over so that he was on top of Gilgamesh and landing the hard punches. Gilgamesh tried to push him away or cover his face with his arms; but they too got bruised and lacerated.

Arthur was being pulled away by two other students and he wiggled to get free and hope to attack the other male before him, "Don't touch me!" He screamed.

"Arthur Pendragon! Are you planning to kill your classmate?" He saw the teacher run to Gilgamesh and help him up slowly.

Arthur gritted his teeth and almost blurted out a 'yes'. He was insane wasn't he?

"What happened?" The teacher looked over at Gil, checking his injuries and sending a glare to Arthur.

"I told him we had to share the work and then he attacked me, miss..." The red-eyed teenager gave a pained look.

"That's not what happened! Gilgamesh, tell her what you actually said!" Arthur growled, "Tell her what you said about Diarmuid!"

"I never said anything about him," he retorted.

"Miss, he said that he was glad Diarmuid wasn't here anymore because the girls finally paid attention to him! And then he said that Diarmuid was a stupid idiot."

"Go to the office, Arthur."

"I was suspended for the rest of the week due to 'misconduct'. The snobby little rich kid can do whatever he wants!"

He sat at home, on his bed, while watching a television show. He was getting bored at home because there was nothing to do, and he was hoping not to get to class anytime soon. In fact, he was glad he did not have to go to school because everyone was getting in his nerves, and now he was free from the whispers.

Since he had nothing else to do, Arthur decided he would go shopping. His sister's birthday was coming up and he wanted to get her something before it was too late and he had no money left.

Finding something for his sister was actually very very hard. In fact, he kept asking the female store workers what they preferred. He probably had done three or four circles around the mall and he gave up when he saw a sweater that he thought his best friend would like.

"I bought you a batman sweater, where you at so I can give it to you?"

He left the department store as he shoved his phone in his pocket and stopped by the customer service desk so that he would get his sister a gift card that she would actually use to her advantage.

It had been about the fourth day of his suspension and he noticed how truly empty the house felt when he was alone. He had never noticed it before, but the longer he sat alone, the more alone he would feel—the more the sorrow would snake back into his thoughts.

He pulled his phone close to himself and looked back at the last text his friend had sent... Could he send him another one?

"I don't like being home alone, want to come over and watch a movie?"

Maybe the doorbell would ring, and when he opened the door; he would be there with a goofy smile on his face and a bag of chips in his hand. He wondered how long it would be until he finally saw Diarmuid.

"I started watching one of those Korean Dramas that my half-sister watches. She told me it was cool and since there was nothing else to do..."

The following day, he sent another text.

"Omg, it's actually really good... Wasted 16 hours of my life watching it. The guys are like us, hahaha."