[USUK] The Red Road
Title: The Red Road
Author: Lost Duck Inc.
pairing: USUK
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M Genre: Romance , tradegy
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Summary: first kiss when he was ten Alfred was only six years old. Apart for the first twelve years he and his sixteen. Last year relationship he and his twenty-sixteen. Unforgiving fate for them.
Author's Note: For donation who was once a battlefield
XXX Young people entering war. It was the practice of many tribes, of reality, and will be the future. Village
he has a healthy boy. He is also there but not with their health. Not because of his age, but because he is not young enough alone. He suddenly realized
bud his first marriage. That was ten years old birthday present from his village a boy named Alfred. Alfred House opened a bakery and Mother Alfred, with red cheeks like apples cooked and peeled white slender arm, to call for a drive to Arthur cake. Alfred
He was six, his mother and cheeks and eyes like blue skies of the village, very green, wrap loaf in his chosen brown paper and tied with wire. As more promotion, when Alfred turned to greet her guests arrived, for he added Alfred serve on the special. Less nimble hands of Arthur pulling the tie, pushing him down before you put on it a quick kiss, moist lips and smelled of bread Arthur.
Alfred Arthur insisted want to go home, make fun of the two parents.
(They halfway back, in confusion, Arthur had forgotten their bread. So a smile that somehow remained standing pat on her face Alfred.)
Arthur lived at the edge of the village, take ten minutes walk to arrive at where Alfred lived. Path Arthur leads to the long like a snake with a myriad of red bricks taken together, the sun shining up in the summer and warm in winter. Where the road ends is a very tall wild grass. Higher and when they pass the grass, they can find a smoking prairies eye level, where a river crosses. The other side, the grass continues to thrive, it's calm. Large
further, further, they started going away and further, to Arthur and Alfred did not go straight to home. Instead of that, he held his hands and mumbled, her eyes to the sky. "Want to go to field it?" Then Alfred
twelve, began to look like athletic funds available. Arthur looked down at his brother, knowing he can not do that. (He often comforted the himself by saying he would whisper even higher. Anyway he was sixteen, and had lots of time.) "I know now that he's wearing new clothes."
"Let's go. "Alfred Tay, Arthur noted, could easily wrap my hand. Fingers gently hand tightened as he looked up, only to see a boy always smile no control over, beg you. "Can you blame me after that."
Alfred led his hand away when they ran through the reeds, the green blades swinging back and forth like waves in his step ; n them. Alfred Arthur pushed out, backwards filled dance battle, and Arthur is not surprising that they fell into the steep slope. Their feet slipped, and then together they roll down to the river bank. When you stop turning the sky, land soft and fragrant spring under the cheek Arthur, and Alfred was a warm hand in hand. Hair
Alfred covered the dark brown mud, while the array is clean hair sparkling in the afternoon sun. "Damn-" Arthur general, women face down on the sand, just stop shouting at the Alfred to help him stand up, gently.
"Come," he called and he followed.
Like the river, it is much like a small stream, a tributary of the main stream, water flowing over the smooth pebbles members, waves are comforted. Shallow, clean and cool again. Alfred pants bunch up, take off your shoes, and plunged into the water like a fool. He looked
Arthur, now stood, with positions such as being trapped between the water flow. 'Come,' said he knew his smile and eyes as the smoke. Reluctantly, he did the same, bunch of shoes and pants to pillows in hand, one can not be held Alfred. They go against
water, coming imposing architecture is immediate. It is a stone bridge, with a nice medium size. Stop underneath it, Arthur realized it was built at the springs this deep and flowing, when it was a number ; ng. He enjoyed looking at the reflection on the surface are clear of the water ripples, and hum when they saw him. "I have never ever seen this at all."
Slowly, carefully, Alfred Arthur put their hands out. "You too."
When Alfred hands touching my shoulder, Arthur turned over and looked down, saw only the white stone and eye shadow reflection of the Alfred. Today you do not tie, and Alfred put your hands through his neck, pushed him down to words from their lips met.
Alfred
other hand quietly approached and pulled the collar me down. Arthur set up environmental eyebrows tingle sounds like ne but also tenderness, tenderness of their age, as well as water cool the stream and stone bridge in the summer. It was last
Arthur bent down to look at that blue eyes. "I gotta go," he whispered Alfred hesitant lips.
"Yes," and cool on the lips on the forehead back to Arthur, where they stopped at minutes.
That was the last time, because the next morning he had away. Alfred helped his suitcase to the train station of the town, the courtyard looked up higher than other fields, where their fields continues. "No need to fear you very much." Alfred assured him, put the suitcase down the leg Arthur. "As his hometown only. Only thing is trees will replace the black iron of our streams. "
"-Who said he feared the boy huh? "
Trains arrive early, early hours new fee called steam, the steam cloud on its path. Arthur hugged his parents goodbye, to Alfred held his mother and to his father, Alfred your hair, pat on the back before Alfred, just one. "See you later."
"I will write."
Arthur twisted smile. He quickly cure it, shook his head and said. "No, you will soon see me. Do not fool the world. "
And he goes, hoping to return soon. When he sat up
seats, rolled off the train station. He pulled the window up, and put his head out to see the green blade of grass swaying back and forth like waves and such theatrical motion. Laughing, I think Alfred eyes and know that he understood as he understood him.
"See you soon." I whispered to the wind swept away the words on his tongue. Early word is that it takes four years later, but there is nothing to Alfred whole. Did you see see it in his eyes.
Because they are the good guys, and they can be patient when needed. But Arthur has no patience for the driver on his last day. Books, exercises, lectures piled in haphazard four years ranked in the suitcase. All things are thrown in, cramming anywhere in space longer. He went out, shoes on the path paved, tie blowing in the wind. He did not care to notice the white buildings, such as rock, or dark streets, burning brightly since the fierce battle from the south or north, to look after, passing through crowds in the terminal with the hard-bitten, and push and shove ; full of desire, they do not stop when he put his desire to sit down and drag the window seat.
When the city is no longer what apart from the brown stain on a blue background, he waved goodbye to it. This year he is twenty years old and went on a small village, far away, where sea-green, not blue, where the warm lake รก p, brown land, where the platform is raised, see green world security. His future brighter, it's brighter than the sun in summer and more than that.
boy picked up his suitcase at the station the village is a tall young man, eyes the color of Arthur's future. "Do not tell me," Alfred laughed, his hand Arthur trembling year they suitcases, "the book is full of that sound."
"Well, but what do you think, kid? I'm not that luxurious life to sort everything in that place, I very quickly. You charge me? "
shrugged, said Alfred insolence, "No, I only see the salary of a janitor named there is how much severance."
Arthur looked at him suspiciously. "Bullshit."
"I'm not talking about money," Alfred alternating horizontal. The red bricks at the foot warmer. "I want his time, Arthur. Do you want to pay me more for it? "
porch They came Arthur. Arthur jumped up two steps and landed heard a thud on the wooden floor. Back facing the door, he looked at Alfred, now quietly put his briefcase under the weight. Alfred stood silent when the first up in the warm spring breeze to look into the eyes of Arthur grass color.
"Come," he beckoned, and his eyes, Arthur found that the color of the sky than the sun spring summer day.
They do not hold hands while going through the same again. They go together, stride as the steps are in each step. "Tell me about the city going." Alfred asked, breaking an arm yourself going through the grass below. You suck it between the teeth and start chewing. Smell of grass bent down on air infiltration, and Arthur looked up, only Alfred saw his eyes.
"It's another ...." He sighed, sliding your fingers through my hair yellow sand. "I learned many things, but it's still different." Face, he resolutely. "I guess it is hard to call home."
Alfred nodded and smiled. "Not like this place."
"Unlike." Arthur quietly agreed.
The trees were thrown aside when they reach shore. "Careful," muttered Alfred, Arthur and his support with both hands and shoulders as he led me down the shore Lake steep prevent unwanted case is over.
"Alfred," Arthur gasped, and he must wonder if the weather is warm spring day like this when they were a child, "we & hellip ; "
He has no chance to say all questions, no Is he not mean to end it. It is just as dynamic, a word of grinding in his head to say something and you follow blindly. I do not know what to say next, such as "going under the bridge" or "you body "or" together "or" go under the bridge together, and we are close friends and love each other ... "
Environment him to touch him like a little cold wet spring, and the next Arthur, Alfred arms around his neck. White stone, of concrete bridge, his stiff lower back, sweat shirt back healthy he felt cold.
"Tell me about the city going," Alfred sighs on his neck. Arthur
finger off button a second Alfred. He made an instinctive hold the first button, Alfred did not know that mind if it's self off. "There are high," he whispered, hoarse voice, swallowing down a series of groans, "High as rocks crashed across the sky."
"More," Alfred ordered, Arthur shirt sliding off the shoulders.
Throw it down, as the deranged Arthur Alfred and moan when he set up a wishbone butterfly kisses. "Sugar is black, not red."
Alfred gentle voice, reverberating off the surface and smooth round pebble stones, such as when he speaks Arthur lips and pull out his pants button. "Many more. "
" War is coming, "moaned Arthur, is warmed by heat radiating from the hand Alfred. Sweat rolling down your feet as the glass ceiling, "from the South, or from the North."
"From where?" Alfred then ; whispered, her eyes dark green shade of the afternoon again. He took off his pants and pushed Arthur into soft ground, where it was on the shirt.
"Do not know," Arthur said, grinding his teeth before licking his fingers took Alfred. He wrapped the blade burned hands. "I can not ..." Last
first to penetrate his mind dancing because of its knife sharp, and he accidentally satisfied , Alfred fixed before burning the body for sexual fire. "I can not remember," he exhales. I cry to whimper Monday when the finger comes in, and trembling violently Tuesday went toe next to it.
"You will tender."
other hand grabbed Arthur and his two palms to get it tightened. "Nope."
blue eyes smiled. "I'll gently," you shall Arthur whispered to his ear, removed his hands from holding the hands of Arthur and grabbed him by both hands of his hand bottles. When Alfred entered
, Arthur thought I saw red. Water from the river crimson, like blood, drifting slowly, leaving red marks on the shores of the lake. When lips found a cool place between his eyebrows, then his eyes glaze over and Arthur cried.
"I thought-" I stutter, "used to think ..." Then
go deep into Alfred, Arthur fell after the first. With tired eyes, he looked up, looking at the ball Overhead water under the bridge, the sky, blue sky.
"sky," he whispered, a hand caressing the cheek Alfred. His fingers glide up to his chin. "The sky is very high ..."
"No need to fear," Alfred said as he gritted teeth, want to change to another angle, a hand-held desire of Arthur. "Just like home myself." His eyes as intense fire in the fire, fragile smile. "He will help me through, Artie. I'll take you there. "
Land
Arthur gradually warming the lower back, and you feel that Alfred is slipping into, as far He and closer, more, more and more to close it too intense and there is no definition, no boundaries.
When the sky itself was shattered into thousands of pieces, becoming quartz sparkle on the ground. Breathing, and life on fire before, Arthur feeble attempt to say, "You will?" Before being wrapped around the spring, around slightly warm, moist soil , the heat, step into the dreams of the cold and the sky as blue flames in the fire. Alfred put
kiss cool on his brow. "I gotta go." He whispered.
flame into ashes as sweet in the mouth Arthur. Forward to kiss him Alfred, whose position as the grass. "I know."
They looked into each other and wondered when that man was really know this. Probably from the beginning, because people always know what the other person know. Perhaps fate.
Alfred Arthur off his request only his village to the station. And thank you very much, but he can carry your own suitcase themselves.
"I must go. War, I see. "Alfred said, removing the cause to worry," is very intense in the south. Or north it? Heaven, sir, I do not remember-"Silence
, Arthur interjected. "I understand."
crimson path is warming under Alfred soles. They climbed onto the platform, where Arthur was sitting on the bench only. He narrowly over to make room for Alfred, not so much.
"curved collar and behold him," Arthur unpleasant note, a quick hand to me to edit it.
They sat silent each other, knees touching knees.
smoke coming from a distance, Alfred stood up and bent down to kiss the brow Arthur. "See you later, Artie."
Arthur responded by Alfred kiss on the cheek. "We hope the military can treat the name as his dick kid."
Alfred smiled space, and environmental Arthur laugh like that. "No doubt," he opens his mouth. Chan
he put the first step on board when turned to Alfred and Arthur eye. "I will write."
put His hand into the pocket, Arthur shook his head and laugh. "No." He looked up and looking like the sky blue eyes. "I'll meet you."
"Soon now," Alfred asked. Looking down
stone pebbles on platforms, Arthur nodded. "Yeah, soon."
Four years separated the two them, Arthur decisions, not over hours is too much. If only when they are not there, then sure he can lead him to go this time Alfred, but ...
black snake coils and restless people, before crept down the dark tracks. A window came down and Arthur tried to glance at the golden curls, the color as the summer sun.
Then everything is nothing but a black dot to dark brown with smoke in the distance.
They can be patient if it is required.
"I will be patient," Arthur said to myself, two years later. He looked up at the burning village in the gloomy smoke. King also re-landscape the smell of ash, and gunfire rang out somewhere with bayonets and brandishing in the air.
He found no reason to explain wounds on why people can not be patient anymore. Publications calm hand on the wound, he came out limping from the massacre, from her mother's screams Alfred, Alfred's father cries. He walked down the crimson path.
When the house, do you think I heard a mother cry. He was tempted to look back, but the house was covered in red, and Arthur as the disease up to red. The sky is a dark red color of pain, and the flower that grows from the wound in the red shirt he was carrying. He
Alfred thought about passing field. They have never written a letter to each other, however, in every letter he sent, Alfred has the phrase "talk to Arthur is ... & rdquo ;
"He told doctors told me that it is alive, and have gone through many fields, "she said Alfred, Arthur gave loaves, wrapped in black paper and tied.
"Please talk to Arthur," she shouted through Alfred's first few soldiers, when they arrested her away, like a dozen red cheeks ; o and skinny arms and all, "says that it is alive and it crosses many bridges every day, but it is like on the bridge wing uniform. "
steep river bank as he goes wrong. He tried to pass. He remembered the day they roll down the slope, holding hands. This time, he was bleeding, and soft earth made you sick.
of concrete bridges and cold white behind his back. He relies on, enjoy it with strength and finally smiled weakly. This spring, he found that it has chemical red, it's still slowly drifting in the water. When it licked up the water and leave it on long red streaks of dark brown soil color. Bobbing on the water, the pale faces of those who knew Arthur throughout his life, their eyes closed such as falling asleep again, the journey to the sea.
When his mother went horizontal, Arthur must overcome a strong impulse in the mind is to touch her. "Soon," he whispered in an open wound in the abdomen. "Soon."
In our country and heading straight to the waves gradually diluted blood samples clumsily on the riverbank, which is heavy footsteps of a thread nh. He found throughout
Arthur. Upward and bayonets were ready, and nodded to him and Arthur rifle with a polite attitude.
Arthur moaned as he tried to catch him knees. I can not not pay attention to the soldiers with blonde hair and blue eyes that are both. Dark hair and pale blue and very attractive, but he has them all, Arthur definitive.
He walked to the stream. The pain made his eyes dim, but I still try to see it dark red, his feet until a ripple in the water. Sometimes, the simple but friendly person villages swept through his ice floating. "I know someone who has hair and eye color like you," Arthur tried to say, blood shot out from each of his words, make sure that the soldiers there are also heard. "He likes to kiss me goodnight before I go to bed." Arthur
glad that I was blind then, cool the lips of the enemy put up between his eyebrows, and no second n that they will make it easier to pretend to belong to the cool one another.
He trembled and shook Quality. His body no longer stand. "There's always early too?" He asked weakly, trying to smile, make me more blood flow. Thank heaven that he could not care anymore.
British soldier to imagine that it also nodded and closed plants his rifle. "Soon." He heard the soldiers murmured, and his eyes opened wide, so he pretended it was his voice and it sounded great as Alfred at Alfred flamingo ; n small and have a little arrogance of youth. But it lacks the shrewdness, the Alfred's tenderness, but I do not know why ...
anyone accountable now?
gunfire, Arthur thought, echoes the blue sky. He thought it was Alfred, but now I do not see blue skies when Alfred entered and moved with him anymore. My God, it's sky most beautiful parks in this world, and he is the man to die happy. Sky blue sky any more than any other people, and the sun yellow sun than any that man has ever seen and will see ...
( And that Alfred. Alfred always is. Alfred is always with blonde hair and blue eyes like sunny as the sky. Stretches on forever green pastures and white bridge and robust sales. Arthur is enough to decide, not any more.)
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