UnWanted

Chapter 4

By

Katrara

The following morning was nothing but a mess for Arthur. He hadn't slept the night properly, shaking and thrashing about in his sleep as nightmares plagued his mind. Somehow throughout the night Alfred managed to stay by his side, but the younger had at least gotten to sleep relatively peaceful with the thrashing Brit next to him.

Neither one of them had an alarm set so they woke up late, scrambling to get dressed, showered and simply ready before Alfred's parents showed up. Looking at the clock Arthur found it to be 11:45. Only fifteen minutes to go...

Arthur had been in a frenzy the entire time he got ready. Worrying over everything; did he look nice, would they recognize him, would they believe him, did they have answers for his questions and so many more just flying through his head. Alfred hadn't acted too different during the morning, a bit nervous and panicked was all, and even that was directed towards Arthur as Alfred watched him scurry across their shared dorm.

It wasn't even five past noon when there was a loud rapping at the door. Arthur nearly jumped out of his skin, going into the kitchen to wait while Alfred got the door. Needing something to do Arthur chose to make some tea, his birth parents were British after all, surely they would enjoy a light cup of tea.

Meanwhile, Alfred opened the door, smiling at his adopted father and mother. He was a good three inches taller than Chloe and eye level with Robert. "Hi mom, dad."

Chloe didn't even bother to return the hello until she was hugging her adoptive son. "Oh, hello sweetums!"

Robert just shook his head and smiled as Alfred backed up, disentangling himself from his mother and letting them both in the dorm.

"So how have you been Alfred?" Robert asked, always the polite and formal one.

"Real good, the place looks great and I'm excited for classes to start." Alfred answered, rocking a bit nervously on his toes. Anxious for the introduction that was about to take place.

The American showed the two around the dorm, making sure to take them to the kitchen last. Chloe joked a bit over the fact that the place was still clean, Alfred laughing with Robert at the comment and saying how his roommate was the neat one.

"Where is your roommate anyways? I want to see who your living with, dear." Chloe asked, following the boy she raised.

Alfred took a nervous swallow, bringing the couple into the kitchen as he answered, "right here mom."

Arthur had his back to the trio, setting his cup of tea down on the little table before turning around. A very nervous and shaky smile crossing his face. "Hello, you m-must be Alfred's' pa-parents."

"Yes, well adoptive, but we've always considered him our own. A pleasure to meet you!" Chloe responded first, stepping forward to shake Arthur's hand.

"W-would you care for some tea?" Arthur asked nervously, looking between Chloe and Robert. He had to suppress a shiver as he felt Robert looking over his every feature. Did he recognize him?

Chloe on the other hand didn't seem to notice her husbands examination of Arthur, instead nodding politely. "Tea would be lovely," turning back and pulling Robert to her side, "I'm Chloe by the way, and this is my husband. Robert."

A nod was the quiet response as Arthur thought over the names, imprinting them into his memory. Alfred went by Arthur, helping him get the tea for his parents and letting them sit at the little table. Alfred and Arthur remained standing, leaning against the counter.

"So, what did you guys have planned for us today?" Alfred asked, trying to start a conversation.

Setting her cup of tea down Chloe chose to answer, seeming to be the speaker for the couple, "I was thinking we could go out to Pittsburgh. Have a light lunch someplace on the way perhaps, and than chose some places to go. There's the Avery area, the zoo and aquarium, the museum, perhaps we could even find a play or musical to go see."

Alfred nodded, familiar with all the places while Arthur finished his tea, putting the cup in the sink. "Sounds like fun than, haven't been to the zoo though in years."

It was then Robert chose to join the conversation, "what does your roommate like to do Alfred?"

"Dad, he's right next to me. You can ask him yourself." Alfred responded, sounding a bit annoyed with his fathers treatment towards Arthur already.

"Of course," Robert was now looking at Arthur, "so what do you like to do?"

Arthur shrugged before replying, "I enjoy reading and writing a bit, always had a bit of a fascination with history and nature. So I suppose the zoo and museum would be rather fun to go to, although I do believe I could never turn down a good play."

Robert nodded, seeming satisfied with that and sat back, allowing Alfred and Chloe to talk among themselves. Arthur and Robert watching each other closely until Arthur got to uncomfortable and turned his head away, looking towards the door way and the stove, eyes widening at what he saw.

The fire faerie was flitting around the burners, mischief present in her eyes. Arthur mouthed the word don't at her but she just tilted her head and grinned.

Apparently Arthur's staring had caught Alfred's attention. "Hey, are you okay?"

But Arthur didn't reply, hand going behind him on the counter instead to grab Alfred's untouched cup of tea just as the faerie lit the pot holder that had been next to the stove on fire.

Chloe and Alfred jumped at the sudden flame, the same look of fear crossing their eyes. Arthur took the cup of tea and splashed the contents onto the pot holder as quickly as possibly, dousing the fire instantly. Robert's gaze though wasn't on the scene in front of him, instead above Arthur and the stove, at the little faerie hovering by the ceiling.

"W-what was that!" Chloe nearly screamed, her back pressed firmly against the chair as she stared at Arthur, before her eyes snapped onto her husband. Memories of the past coming back to her mind, from when she first met Robert Kirkland. The small random things that happened without explanation, until Robert explained it all on the night he proposed. She'd accepted it, the curse, the magic, the faeries, but as they moved away from Robert's family, started their own life, it slowly disappeared. Robert's powers were always weaker, and became near none existent in a few years.

The only time that random and unexplainable things began happening again was when she had her baby, her Arthur.

"Wh-who are you!" Chloe yelled, leaping from her seat as the memories flooded her mind, tears in her eyes. Robert got up, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly but said nothing. Alfred remained between them, glancing back and forth between Arthur and his adoptive parents.

Slowly, very slowly Arthur turned around. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he answered in the calmest voice he could manage in this situation. "Arthur."

"Arthur Kirkland."

The days original plans were thrown out the window after that.

Arthur stood his ground as Robert glared at him, Chloe screaming at him that he was lying. Alfred had moved in front of Arthur, trying to defend and protect him, but Arthur pushed past him to show his proof. The silver locket that he was left with as a baby. He gave a light summary of his life since he was adopted, Chloe had ran to and clung to Arthur by the end, crying into his shoulder and repeating over and over my Arthur, my sweet little Arthur.

Alfred backed up when Chloe grabbed Arthur, letting the emotional women cry over the discovery of the son she gave birth to. Arthur shook in her arms, hugging her gently back and trying not to cry at the simple burst of happiness that flooded through him when the women that was his biological mother held him so desperately. Almost like he would vanish again for another nineteen years.

Unfortuantly all things happy must cease eventually, Robert clearing his throat to get their attention. "Arthur, I'm happy to see your alive and doing so well but you understand that we," meaning Arthur and Robert, "need to have a serious talk about a few things."

Swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat Arthur nodded, releasing Chloe and following his new-found father into his and Alfred's bedroom. Chloe and Alfred remained in the kitchen, Chloe demanding Alfred tell her everything he knew about Arthur and what had happened since the two met.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom Arthur sat down on his bed. Robert sitting across from him and letting out a long sigh.

"Does Alfred know about the faeries?"

Arthur bit his lip, nodding. "The same one started a really bad fire yesterday. I...I had to put it out and Alfred saw, and I just couldn't hide it from him."

Sighing again Robert looked at his son in the most serious manner possible. "What have the faeries told you all than? What do you know?"

It was Arthur's turn to sigh now, explaining a good bit of his life to Robert and how little he truly knew about himself. Again, Arthur was faced with the truth of how much the faeries truly kept from him. Robert listened quietly to it all, taking in all of the information given to him and then silently thought it over. Figuring out the entire situation.

But before he could say anything Arthur asked a question of his own. If there was anything he needed to know it was this. "Why did you and mother put me up for adoption?"

Robert shook his head, a dry laugh leaving his lips before he started to explain, "I thought it was the right thing to do. Your magic, your abilities, they're a curse. A terribly one that lives in the Kirkland blood, your grandmother is simply insane, casting spells and talking to creatures even I can't see. She's more dangerous and unstable than any witch or sorcerer you've ever read about...And you, when you were born I could feel so much similarity in you to her."

Arthur didn't comment, allowing his father to continue explaining.

"I had never seen someone in the family with so much magic, so much potential and you were just a new born. If you had grown up with us, your mother and I, you would have become something worse than your grandmother. But there was hope for you, the curse had weakened after I left the family with your mother. I felt like it didn't even exist, so I thought the same idea would work with you. Send you away, get you in a family with no magic, no abilities, no curse, and it would weaken over time and you would be allowed to grow up normally. That's why we did it Arthur, it was all for your own good...Alfred, we adopted Alfred because we needed a child, the pain of giving you up, especially for your mother, was horrible. She needed a child she could call her own, so we adopted Alfred. I never thought you two would end up being roommates in college..." Robert ended his explanation there, letting Arthur quietly take it all in.

At first Arthur remained silent, still not commenting on anything and just trying to process it all. Was he truly so dangerous as a mere baby that his parents had to give him up? And what now, now that they'd found him and that he was around his father, would his powers start to return? Would he become something dangerous and evil as his father feared?

It was all too much, simply and utterly too much for him to handle. Not with the stress of the past day still hanging over him, and now this? No, Arthur couldn't handle it all in one shot.

The fact that Arthur was already sitting on his bed was rather a good thing as he started to hyperventilate. Robert panicking and trying to calm him down as his mind went fuzzy. Alfred and Chloe heard the commotion and ran into the room, joining Robert in his efforts to try and calm Arthur down. But Arthur didn't hear their voices, he heard nothing but a dull buzz in his ears and his heavy breathing as his mind closed itself off and shut down.

Arthur welcomed the calm and relaxing nothingness eagerly after all the chaos he'd been through.

I'm not dead! I sware I am not dead! TT_TT I apologize for all these hold ups on updates for this dear story.

My muse died after I gave you all those stories during the USxUK LiveJournal Communities SweetHeartsWeek (seriously, go check my profile because I wrote 12 short little fluffy one-shots in a week. During musical season, I died after it.) But than it came back! Just in time for Creative writing two's big 'ole assignment! Our book! Yes, my creative writing class is making a little book (no it's not getting published, sorry.) But for it everyone has to make 2-3 short stories (Like around 10 page stories) 3-4 poems, a personal essay, and observation/philosophy piece, an introduction of the title, 5 journals, and any other randomness you want in and all of it has to fit certain requirements. Oh, and than there's the history project due in a week; Cold War in the 1980's, 1,100 word essay, 6-8 minute presentation with power-point. Did I mention I had a Spanish dictionary I just turned in? 90 Spanish words with definition, sentence, part of speech, and picture. All in Spanish plus ten verbs conjugated in 6 different tenses. Than I have a Chemistry Molecular Polarity Lab Report to do and we just did Julius Caesar in English, and just life in itself. So, school hates me. I'm done ranting about it and how it steals my life now.

So! Anyhow! Once all this school work is done and over with (Finals are coming up soon) I should be able to get back on a writing spree (as long as writers block doesn't come back. But Reviews fight against that!) Again, I apologize for not updating better (also apologize for those that are ready to kill me over Of Tea and Blood, I admit my muse for that has like, died and I'm stumped a bit on it.) Also sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the others, I just thought that this was a good spot to end this chapter, because I love cliffhangers.

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