Lost Souls

Chapter Five

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"Hey guys, I'm gonna head out. Don't jizz on the furniture." Alfred called to Gilbert and Matthew later that afternoon.
The two poked their heads out of the living room, faces bright red.
"W-what?! No! This isn't what it looks like!" Matthew insisted.
"Ja. Ve're just vatching a movie."
"Suuuuure." Alfred rolled his eyes. Arthur wanted to smack the boy but knew he couldn't.
"So, I'll be back in a little while, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Matthew nodded and dipped back into the living room, Gilbert right behind him.
"See you." Francis waved ever so softly.
"Huh? I'm not going anywh-" but the Brit felt himself being tugged along behind Alfred despite his objections.
He ended up following his brother all the way to the flower shop in town. The man at the front smiled sadly at him as he stepped inside.
"Same thing as always?" He wondered.
"Yeah. Plus I need to order some roses and bluebells for a funeral."
"That's quite a mix..." The man wrote something down on a sheet in front of him.
"It's a double funeral."
The two brothers had decided to combine the funerals of Arthur and Francis to their dismay. But it wasn't like they could say anything about it.
Arthur had found himself wondering, no, hoping that the funeral would put them to rest. Anything other than this life as a spirit would do.
"Car accident." Alfred nodded.
The flower shop clerk gave a soft smile of condolence and then wandered out from behind his counter. He picked up a single lily from a vase and handed it to the blond. After paying, Alfred strolled out of the shop as if he had done it a thousand times.
What the hell was he doing? Who was that flower from? Why had the owner of the flower shop treated him as a regular customer? Was he buying those flowers for a girl? A guy? What kind of twisted second life was the boy living?
Arthur followed Alfred without complaint down the streets until they reached a metal gate marked with the word "cemetery".
"What the bloody hell?" Arthur gaped.
Alfred made his way into the graveyard, feet sure of every step. He had done this before. Many times.
He landed himself at one grave which didn't look too cared for. It was as if its owner didn't have any close family or friends.
"Hey there Kiku." He whispered, placing one hand to the tombstone, his other lying the lily over the grass. This grave looked like it had been set at least a year before. The grass growing over it was thick and well trimmed.
"Konnichiwa, Arfred." A black haired boy appeared atop the headstone, eyes dulled and dark brown. His clothing looked Asian as well as his face. His smile was small and didn't seem to be entirely sincere on the outside but he also seemed like the kind of guy who didn't smile much anyway.
"Who is this person?" Arthur asked himself more than anybody else.
The mysterious boy looked up him, directly into his eyes. It was the first time he had felt seen by anybody other than Francis.
"You brought a friend, Arfred?"
Arthur blinked, looking down at his brother and waiting for him to reply. The Asian boy saw him? But how?!
Unfortunately, Alfred didn't even look at him. He couldn't see this stranger just like he couldn't see his brother.
"Excuse me...but are you dead as well?"
"Hai." The raven haired boy nodded softly.
"What's your name? Are you...were you a friend of Alfred's?"
"Kiku." He shook his head. "And me and Arfred never spoke face to face."
"Alfred and I."
"Engrish isn't my first ranguage."
"But still-"
"Are you and Arfred rerated?"
"I'm his older brother."
"Arzhur?"
"Yes."
Kiku nodded, satisfied.
"So..." Arthur scratched at the back of his neck. "Why does Alfred visit you like this?"
"Werr, he and his friends used to bully me..." Kiku looked down at the ground. "It was just over a year ago when I had enough of it. I had zhis correction of swords zhat were for decoration...and I just..." Kiku lifted his shirt, revealing a blinding white glow along his stomach. "Ended it."
"And Alfred was the reason?"
"Īe. He was only one of zhe probrems. But he brames himserf so he visits me to make up for it." Kiku sighed and looked down at Alfred fondly.
"I had no idea anything like this happened!" Arthur gaped. "He never told me..."
"Arzhur," Kiku pursed his lips. "When we die and have unfinished business, we stay behind as ghosts."
"Makes sense." Although, Arthur had no clue what his unfinished business could be.
"And we remain attached to zhe one zhing zhat we cared about zhe most at zhe time of deazh."
"So that's why I can't leave the house unless Alfred is?"
"Hai."
"Okay, so why are you here?"
"Zhe only zhing I cared about when I died was myserf."
"Ah."
"So, Kiku," after sitting in silence for so long, Alfred had finally spoken up. "It's way to late to say this...and that you probably can't hear me or anything...but I wanted to know that I had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. I just didn't want to say anything in case one of my friends found out..." His hands were shaking but Alfred didn't cry. He was a hero and they didn't do things like that.
"But since then...since you...left...I couldn't shake these feelings. They've done nothing but grow. I wish you weren't gone so I could tell you that I love you. God. How pathetic do I sound?"
Kiku's jaw dropped to the ground where his body lay and he lowered himself into the grass, touching Alfred's face despite knowing Alfred could never feel that. "I love you too, Arfred. I wish I hadn't kirred myserf so we courd be togezher." He kissed Alfred's lips but Alfred didn't kiss back. He couldn't.
The blond stood, taking a deep breath and running out of the cemetery, dragging Arthur with him. The Brit didn't even get a chance to see Kiku sinking into the ground, his headstone disappearing along with him.