Moriarty Brother oneshots

Live another day

A/N- Some Fred angst but with comfort, I like it. I'm working on the requests so hopefully they'll be done soon!

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red was staring at his ceiling vividly. His grey eyes were searching for a light in the dark room...

"Mister William..." He said with his dry lips, this name almost burning him,but Fred didn't mind the pain.

When did he ever cared about pain anyways?

He slowly sat on his bed, looking at his hands.

Nothing.

There wasn't any blood to be seen, his hands were clean and soft, almost like a kid's. Yet, Heaven knows how many crimes he committed. How many people died by his hand, or died because of him.

Yet, there wasn't any blood.

"If my hands are so clean...Then where did you see blood, Mister William...?"

The guilt maybe? Fred was feeling guilty. Or was he? He didn't even know. No? Yes. Actually,no.

He didn't feel guilty, he killed people that deserved to be killed.

Right?

Or maybe, the darkness of the room wasn't letting him see the scarlet on his bare hands. Or maybe, he just didn't want to see the blood, unlike Mister William.

Fred, quietly stood up and went to his desk. He lit a candle, searching for something. After some minutes of research, he finally took a paper.

"The Final Problem's instructions..."
He murmured.

His tired eyes brushed off the paper as he sat, and his breathing stopped as he read the last line.

"Ends with William's death."

H

e stared for a moment.

"Mister William...who were you, really?"

He softly asked as he joined his bed, the letter in hand.

"I've only known the lord of crime... An intelligent and careful man, who dedicated his life for the people, he killed but for the right cause... isn't it?"

His lips shivered as his hand squeezed the sheet a little tighter. 

"Yet... that night...I didn't see the lord of crime, did I? It was Mister William that I saw,right? How come...The lord of crime..." He took a deep breath.

"How come the lord of crime let Mister William talk to me."

Was the man who loved roses Mr William? The one who would scold him for staying in the cold too long, was he William ? Fred wanted to believe it was Mr.William, but his heart didn't want to confirm anything.

Either way, it will be painful right?
Fred sighed, and smiled softly.

"Oh I wish I was like you... Because the lord of crime is so confident, I wish I was the same." He bit his lip.

"Yeah...At any moments, I can just stand up and jump off the London bridge as well. But..."

The night was quiet as Fred muttered slowly. "How can I know 'I' did that? Would that really be me who did that?"

A tear appeared in the corner of his exhausted eye, and fell on the paper.
"It such a childish dream, but..." He laughed painly. "A person like me...The way I am, how I act...I'm better off dead." He sobbed softly. "I am alive." He said, breathlessly. "And there's people who are unhappy about it... Because nobody wants me..." He put his arm on his face.