A bouquet of white roses covered in a green wrapper is the one that Alfred first saw when he entered his classroom. Seeing it on the desk next to his, he just shrugs it off and sits on his desk. As he looks on the weeping bouquet and the picture that is sitting peacefully on the desk, he can feel pity residing him. How come he died before the summer vacation started? Too bad. He decides to look on the picture. He sees a young man with ash-blond hair, emerald orbs and a pair of enormous eyebrows. Alfred can feel his eyes widening. This is the one and only guy that he can't picture to die that easily. heck, he thinks that even a 6-wheeled truck can't make this guy's life end. In the picture is the portrait of their school's student council president and Alfred's classmate, Arthur Kirkland.

Alfred didn't know him at all. Well, except for the information that he is a British, the student council president of his school and his classmate. He is not close to him or whatsoever. Heck, they are not even talking at all. He is seeing him talking to Francis, Kiku and his other friends but they don't know each other. That's why he should not feel anything when he saw the unlucky guy inside a casket wearing appropriate clothes for the dead and looking lifeless. He decides to look in his mind furthermore if something had happened between him and the man inside the coffin but something or someone is forbidding him to do that and he can't point out whom. When Alfred saw Francis, he smiled sadly to him for the sake of today's occasion and wave slightly.

"What is it?" Francis put his hand on Alfred's shoulders and squeezes it slightly.

"I am sorry about your lost." The baby-blue eyes meet the dark-blue eyes. He can see something in there but the sentence that the French had just said is the first one that registered his mind.

"W-what do you mean?" He tried to look on the other's eyes to find some answers but he just saw the same eyes look back at him wider than the usuall.

"What are you saying? Did you forget everything about him?" Francis sighs and turns around while waving his hand slightly. Too bad that he didn't saw the French smirked with mysterious glint his gracing his eyes.

2 days had past after his conversation with Francis. He didn't know what the hell had happened but he knew that Francis knows something he isn't quite aware of.

As he decides to go out to get some fresh air, he saw a white clean letter lying silently on his blue door mat. Examining it, he didn't saw anything rather than his name. He opens it carefully feeling if it is some kind of trap but as he opens and reads the letter, he can't help but be surprise to see who sent it.

Dear Alfred f. Jones.

Before you fully freak out and throw my letter on a blazing fire, I want to say that I am Arthur Kirkland. I don't want to say this for my ego is not letting me but I will ignore it just once. I am saying that I, Arthur Kirkland is unfortunately in need of your assistance for some incidents that I didn't cause or let's say started. He orders me to fix it but I can't do it without any help. I decided to look for you because you are the one who started it so you should be the one who will fix it. Yes, you are reading it right. Because you caused it you git! And now I need to fix everything you've done wrong.

I am hoping that you will help me.

Truly yours and yours alone,

Arthur Kirkland.

What is Alfred's expression? .FUCK.

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Okay Cut! So how is it? This is the prologue and it depends on you guys if I will continue it or not. Just review and it will make me write the next chapter faster. Oh yeah! Sorry if you see some grammatical error in there. Corrections will be great.

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