A few days passed and the two blonds learned quite a bit about one another. Arthur, for instance, learned about Alfred's hero complex and his love for McDonalds. He also noticed that the American could always find something to tease Arthur about; whether it be his eyebrows or his gardening hobby ( Though it entertained him to see Alfred try and figure out how he was growing flowers in the middle of January ). Though, Arthur did find it nice when Alfred would talk about his family, mostly his brother Matthew.

Apparently, Arthur discovered, Alfred hasn't seen his brother since he went to college. He was hoping to spend his summer off with Matthew who was currently in London.

Hearing this made Arthur a little guilty since he was keeping the blond from his brother. The Brit decided to make a deal with Alfred, a risky deal none the less. Alfred could go spend time with his brother as long as he was back an hour before sunset. Alfred was ecstatic and quickly agreed to Arthur's deal. The next day, Alfred took advantage of the deal and went out to lunch with his brother. And although Arthur was happy for the American, he couldn't help but to think that Alfred might not come back.

But, come around 7:00 pm, Alfred made his appearance, coming back as promised.

Now, as for Alfred, he found out that the Brit was much more than he seemed. Arthur was a mixture of personalities; sometimes stuffy and stuck up, sometimes polite and relaxed, and sometimes even a bit arrogant. His hobbies, Alfred found, were a little feminine. After all, how many grown men garden and embroidered? Not very many. So, Alfred used this little fact about Arthur to tease him. More often than not he would tease him about his belief in mythical creatures.

Alfred did notice something suspicious about his host. When Alfred had asked for a tour, the Brit kindly gave him the tour but purposely skipped the basement. Alfred asked him about it and the Brit merely said that there was nothing down there and that he wasn't allowed to go down there. This sparked Alfred suspicions. Why was he not allowed down there if there was nothing down there in the first place?

Later, he began to notice that Arthur would disappear once or twice a day, most of the time like clockwork. Once, he tried to find him and checked every single room and the garden. Eventually, the only option was the basement, but the door was locked. Again, why lock a door when there was nothing in the room? After thinking over for awhile, Alfred soon dropped the subject, figuring that the easiest thing to do is to find as nothing important.

One day, to Arthur's surprise, Alfred came back from visiting his brother early. "Well, we were going to watch this awesome horror movie but something came up and he had to go do something," Alfred explained, setting the movie on the coffee table.

"Well, I guess that's good then. Otherwise you would have been out long past sunset," Arthur said, returning to his book. Alfred plopped down on the couch next to Arthur and plucked the book from his hands. "Hey!" Arthur yelled, reaching to grab the book back.

"Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen?" Alfred read off the cover while keeping the book from Arthur's reach. "Isn't this a chick book or something?"

"No! It's a classic! And in my opinion, I think everyone should read it," Arthur retorted, still trying to retrieve his book. "Give it back, will you?"

"Hmmm. How about, I give you your book back if you watch the movie with me!" the American proposed. Arthur shot a glare at Alfred in response. "Please?"

Finally, Arthur sighed, "Fine, I'll watch the bloody movie with you."

"Yaaaay!" Alfred exclaimed, tossing the book back to Arthur and then standing up to put the movie in. "And if you get scared, I don't mind if you cling to my arm, okay?" he laughed as he started the movie.

- o - o - o - o -

About two hours later, Arthur found himself vowing to never watch a horror movie with Alfred again. During the entire movie from the very start, Alfred clung on to his arm and was basically scared out of his wits. The movie wasn't even that scary! In Arthur's opinion, it was a bit cliched and obviously fake.

By the time the movie had ended, Arthur was exhausted thanks to the American. As the credits rolled, the Brit shook the American off of him and stood up. "Alright, I'm going to bed. I suggest that you do the same," Arthur told his guest.

Alfred nodded, still a bit scared from the movie and watched Arthur head up to his room before going to his own. As he got ready for bed, Alfred would periodically check the closet, under the bed, and any other suspicious area. Just in case he had told himself. Eventually, Alfred turned of the lights and got into bed, trying to get comfortable. But he couldn't; every shadow he noticed and every little noise he heard made him jump, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

Burying himself under the covers, he thought about his options: sleep with the lights on, ignore everything, or go and see if Arthur would let him sleep with him for the night. All of which seemed highly improbable. But, since the first two didn't seem quite appealing to the blond, he decided to try his luck with Arthur.

Quickly getting out of bed, Alfred left the room and came to Arthur's, knocking hesitantly on the door. Soon after he heard Arthur give permission for Alfred to enter and did so. He found his host sitting up in bed, a fairly large bed at that, a book in his lap. The Brit wore a green long sleeved, buttoned up pajama top, with the last two top buttons unbuttoned, bring something green to Alfred's attention. A tattoo maybe?

"Do you need something, Alfred?" Arthur asked, bring Alfred out of his examinations to find the Brit looking at him with his eyebrows raised.

"Erm . . . Well . . . ," Alfred started, trying to find a way to state his problem in the least embarrassing way, "You see . . . I think that movie scared me a bit too much . . . Um . . . C-could I spend the night with you? Just this once?"

"Oh. Um. Well, can't you just read a book to get it off your mind? I have one you could borrow . . . ," Arthur offered, obviously surprised. Alfred didn't respond. Instead, he gave Arthur what you would call a 'puppy dog look'. And Arthur found that you couldn't say no to a face like that. "Alright, alright," the Brit sighed, "Come over here then." Arthur scooted over a bit and patted the empty spot next to him.

Alfred grinned and climbed into the bed, getting settled. "Yay! Thank you, Artie!"

"It's Arthur, git . . . You're probably not going to be able to fall asleep right away are you?" Arthur asked.

"I don't think so." Alfred replied.

Arthur sighed and placed his chin the the palm of his hand. Knowing the American, he probably wouldn't shut up until he fell asleep. If anything, Arthur would probably fall asleep before the boy and then Alfred most likely wouldn't fall asleep at all. Trying to figure out a solution to his predicament, Arthur remembered something.

A lullaby; he could sing the lullaby that the faeries would sing to him to help him sleep. Of course, this was all before Puck tricked him. Arthur smiled, he could remember the entire song, tune in all. He could still imagine some of the faeries playing small instruments that accompanied the singer. It was worth a shot, he figured. "Maybe a song then? I do remember one song that my parents used to sing to me when I was little," he said, offering his idea.

"Hm? Alright!" Alfred agreed happily. "Wow, no one's sung me to sleep in a long time!" Arthur smiled softly and cleared his throat,

"Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby
Back to the years of loo-li, lai-lay
And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow
Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune
With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet
And may you need never to banish misfortune
May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you
To guide you each step of the way
To guard you and keep you safe from all harm
Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

May you bring love and may you bring happiness
Be loved in return to the end of your days
Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you
I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you
To guide you each step of the way
To guard you and keep you safe from all harm
Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay
Loo-li, lai-lay"

As Arthur finished his song, opening his eyes ( When did he close them in the first place? ), he looked over to Alfred and found the American fast asleep. Arthur let himself smile a little at the blond. 'Huh, he seems so harmless and innocent when he's asleep. If only he wasn't so loud and hyper all the time,' Arthur thought, softly brushing hair out of Alfred's face. Biting his lower lip for a moment, Arthur leaned down and gently kissed Alfred's forehead.

"Goodnight, Arllsan," he whispered.

- o - o - o - o -

Four Months Before Meeting Puck

"Loo-li, lai-lay." Arthur and a small faery sang quietly.

The two where in Arthur's bedroom, the young boy tucked into his bed and the faery sitting on his covered lap. Arthur's bedside lamp was turned on and a deep rumble of thunder could be heard outside.

"You got it memorized now?" The faery asked.

Arthur nodded with a yawn and responded, "Mmhm! Thank you for teaching it too me Rhoslyn."

"Of course, I know how much you love that song. Now, remember, if you're ever alone or scared, then sing that song and know that when you do, the Fay of Light will always be there, even if you can't see them," Rhoslyn told the little blond.

"Will you be there too?"

The faery smiled up at Arthur and nodded, "I will, every single time."

"Rhoslyn?"

"Yes?"

"I've been meaning to ask, are there Fay that don't live in the light?" Arthur asked.

Rhoslyn's smile turned soft and sad. The little faery fluttered up near Arthur's forehead and floated in a sitting position with her legs crossed. "That is a story for when you're are much older, Asdhis," she told him before giving a small kiss on the forehead. "Now, go to sleep little one."

Arthur yawned and nodded again and laid down, cuddling into his bedsheets. Rhoslyn turned off his lamp and the little blond fell asleep.

- o - o - o - o -

Arthur sighed at the nostalgic memory and slipped out of bed, without disturbing Alfred. He slipped on a pair of slippers and his robe then went outside to his garden. He walked down the pathway towards the center of the flower garden towards the bench he had placed there. Along the way, he admired the Casablanca Lilies and the Moon Flowers that had just come into bloom at the sight of moon.

He sat down on the bench and looked over the flowers that he had grown around the area; King's Roses. Being able to grow flowers in the middle of winter was another upside to using magic, especially since some of the flowers he grew reminded him of his old faery friends that dwell in the light. He could no longer see them now; the moment he made that agreement with Puck he lost that privilege. It was a sin to the Fay of Light to associate with the dark Demons that also called themselves Fay.

So therefore, if someone who could see the Fay of Light committed this sin, their sight of them would be stripped from them and would never be returned. Arthur of course learned this the hard way.

"If only we had know this would happen. Then the story of the Fay of Darkness wouldn't have been told too late, my old friend," Arthur said out loud, still looking around the garden. "You heard me sing that lullaby earlier, right? I've gotten better with my singing, haven't I?" he continued with a chuckle. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Arthur caught a glimpse of a glowing orb and his ears caught the sound of what he thought sounded like little bells. His eyes had widened now, alert, looking for another sign.

He stayed silent for minutes, looking around, straining his ears to hear those bells again. When he finally heard the soft noise again, he let out a breath he had realized that he'd been holding. He whispered though still audible, "Rhoslyn?"

Silence. No sounds of little bells in the wind. The garden was empty except for himself and the flowers. No glimpses of shining orbs. Disheartened, Arthur sighed and leaned back on the bench, looking up at the stars.

"Meirr dhasa erweirrr fa elrarr du wedsh uyas irrui

Tu riaina irrui aesh rdaf ull dha weirr

Tu riesn irrui eln caaf irrui rella llsun err hesn

Luu-rai, ruu-rai, reai-reirr,"

Arthur sang softly in the Fay of Light's tongue, a language he had not willed himself to speak in many years,

"Meirr irrui fsailr ruya eln neirr irrui fsailr heffailarr

Ba ruyan ail sadisl du dha aln ull irruis neirrr

Nuw llerr ullll du rraaf, I'n lud naelailr du caaf irrui

I'rr shird raid llus e whaira eln railr ruu-rai, reai-reirr."

At the last verse, for a moment, the Brit thought he heard a female singing with him. But once he finished, he dismissed it as the wind.

His mind was playing tricks on him.

- o - o - o - o -

"Damn it!" yelled Gilbert as he threw an very expensive looking vase a the wall, causing it to shatter. The blond that stood next to the doorway, winced slightly and stayed quiet, glad that he wasn't that vase. "I can't believe they got away! That he got away! Like a give a rats ass about the stupid human that help him! If anything I want that damn human dead! But nooooo, even the Fay of Darkness have to have their rules and we can't kill bloody humans! Stupid little humans!" he ranted, kicking over the small table in the middle of the room.

"You know what? I 'ought to kill the ones who chased them! They're the one's who let them get away!" Gilbert then turned to the blond by the doorway. "And you! Where have you been? I called for you three hours ago!"

"W-well, you see sir-"

"God! Why are you Changeling's so disobedient! You all act like you're higher than the pure bloods! But, newsflash! You're not. If anything, you're the lowest class of them all! Even below those stupid goody-good fay! So what, that would make you our slaves?" the albino continued, interrupting the timid blond, calming down a bit. "You were saying?"

"Well . . . I was having dinner with my brother when you called, sir. You see, I told him that I was in town . . . And after you called, he mentioned something that I thought could help us, so I stayed a little bit longer. He started talking about a man named Arthur, sir. He didn't mention his last name but he said that he ran into him a few nights ago. Said that he was involved in some kind of a gang thing and that he also got involved since he tried to help him out. I figured that this sound awfully similar to what happened with our Arthur. And from what he's told me, the Arthur he told me about matches ours."

"Hmm . . . Is that so?" Gilbert asked, forgetting about the fact that his Changeling was late and thinking about this new information. "So, your brother was the little shit who helped that stupid Brit?"

The blond nodded, "That's what it looks like, sir . . ."

Gilbert grinned and patted the blond on the back. "Well, this is just our luck! Good job Mattie. Now, if you don't mind Matthew, I want you to find out more. Though our main goal is to find out where he's hiding but still," he requested. "And, if you do an even better job, I may even give you a reward~," Gilbert said in Matthew's ear, nibbling on his lobe lightly.

Blushing dark red from his leader's actions, Matthew merely nods. "U-um. S-sir, if we do get Arthur, you won't hurt my brother, Alfred, will you?"

"Hm? Oh, sure, kiddo. Don't hurt the human. Got it. Now, go be a good little Changeling and tell Antonio what you've found out okay?"

"Yes sir," Matthew said, leaving the room.

"Almost got you now, Arthur," Gilbert said once Matthew had left the room.

"And next time, you won't be escaping."

January 20th, 2010 ;; 93 Days Left

Wow. Been awhile huh? Well, this chapter is twice as long so that makes up for my extremely long break, yes? Right? Anyways, I have a few little notes!

Okay! First off, the song that Arthur sings? Yeah, I doesn't belong to me. It's called Sleepsong from Secret Garden! It's really, really beautiful so you guys should look it up!

Another note, I have made a few little minor changes to the previous chapters. The biggest change would be in chapter two, but it's nothing extremely important. It's just a language change.

Speaking of languages. I have to point out something. I will be using two fantasy languages in this story. One is the Fay of Light's language and it's more elegant and nicer sounding. I guess it's equal to French or Italian. Or something. I 'unno. The second the language is the Fay of Darkness' language. It's harsher. I guess it's like German. So yeah.

Fay of Light Language Translations

Meirr dhasa erweirrr fa elrarr du wedsh uyas irrui. Tu riaina irrui aesh rdaf ull dha weirr. Tu riesn irrui eln caaf irrui rella llsun err hesn. Luu-rai, ruu-rai, reai-reirr. Meirr irrui fsailr ruya eln neirr irrui fsailr heffailarr. Ba ruyan ail sadisl du dha aln ull irruis neirrr. Nuw llerr ullll du rraaf, I'n lud naelailr du caaf irrui. I'rr shird raid llus e whaira eln railr ruu-rai, reai-reirr - May you bring love and may you bring happiness. Be loved in return to the end of your days. Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you. I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay. May there always be angels to watch over you. To guide you each step of the way. To guard you and keep you safe from all harm. Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Asdhis - Arthur

Arllsan - Alfred

So! That's all for now, so please review and I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible!