Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

15: Court 1

Court Case: Number One
Marukaite Court
9:56 AM

Alfred's lawyer panicked a bit, Alfred still waiting in his cell. The case was to start at 10 in the morning, so the Chinese man's mind was a little jumbled.

"Are you okay?" Alfred asked, face blank. Even Arthur was panicking. Why? What was so scary about court?

"No I'm not okay, Alfred. I'm always nervous before a court date. I mean, this could either go really good or really, really bad. But, I'm a good lawyer. You trust me, right?"
Alfred nodded slowly. "Of course, I wouldn't pay you if I didn't trust you."

Alfred looked himself over, he looked like a little Stanford boy. Powder blue cardigan, slick and newly ironed khakis. Not to mention his Converse. No ones perfect okay.
His hair was nicely slicked back, although his cowlick pissed everyone off. It needed to be perfect.
Alfred needed to look perfect.

"Alfred dear, that prosecutor is going to ask some painful questions. You're going to have to answer them." Arthur warned, his hand curled up in the other's palm in a sad excuse of a hand-hold.
"We've prepared for this. I'll be alright." He smiled, softly kissing his boyfriend. "Trust me, alright? As soon as I'm out of here we'll be married. And everything will be perfect."

***

"Mister. What was your name?" The prosecutor had asked. Yao sank in his seat, crossing his arms while watching the testifying father.
Alfred and Matthew's father.

He was a wealthy businessman. Scared one, too. His son was dead and the other one had been in prison for over a year. And he hadn't been in their lives for seven years. So? Funny family reunion.

"My name- oh, oh right. Aaron- Jones. Yes." He mumbled, mouth oddly close to the microphone. The noise was cringe-worthy.
Yao groaned quietly, shaking his head. This was horrible. Where had the prosecutor dug this trash bag of a wealthy man from?

"Ah, yes. Jones. The father!" The prosecutor chuckled, smirking at Alfred from the other side of the large courtroom. "Where have you been all these years, sir?"

"Um- well, my business really boomed in all different parts of the world-"
"What is this business?"
"Banking, sir."
The prosecutor nodded, allowing the other to continue. Alfred was rather astonished. As was Arthur. He'd never seen Alfred's father before, and they shared a scary resemblance. Arthur had begun to wonder what his lover's mother may look like, too.

The Brit scoped around the stands and had pointed out Mackenzie Williams. The mother. She looked more like Matthew. Youthful young woman. She wore a slick and tight black skirt along with a nice sweater for the weather was chill. Her pale skin accented the outfit well. Arthur definitely noticed how Alfred was so damn attractive. It was in his genes.

"Do you think you had a favourite of the twins, Sir?"
Alfred couldn't contain a laugh, hiding his face. The judge glared at Yao, shaking his head.
"Wang, keep your little boy in check."

The jury was taking a lot of notes at all times, paying attention to every little thing. Alfred wasn't supposed to laugh, sneer, nothing. He was an innocent little rich kid. Nothing more. Yes.

"I'm not a little boy." Alfred whispered to himself, staring at his dad. Was he still the innocent little boy being portrayed to him? To his mother? Who did they take him to be anymore? Did he want to know?