"Good morning." Gilbert called happily as Arthur entered into the dining area. The Brit only glared at him, an angry and tired look on his face. Without a word, he sat down next to the other male, looking around the table for anything to cure the pounding in his head.

"'Well good morning to you, too, Gilbert.'" The white haired man said, filling in the quiet. "'Thanks for the great time last night.' Yeah no problem, I'm just awesome like that."

"Do you ever shut up?" Arthur snapped, taking a cup of dark liquid. It wasn't coffee, he wasn't sure what it was but it would do for now. "I can barely stand your voice right now."

Gilbert just laughed, putting more food into his mouth. A few people were at the table, some of the crew and some of them were Yao's people, all talking quietly amongst them selves as they ate. But as the main doors in slid open, everyone stopped. Yao stood there, chin lifted high. He wore an red, silk robe that faded into black at the ends. It was emphasized by gold trim and an intricate pattern weaving through it. His long ebony hair was pulled back into a bun and tied with a black ribbon.

All those who worked for Yao got down and bowed, but Arthur was looking past him, staring at the Native boy behind him.

Alfred stood there, mimicking the same pose that Yao had, a near same robe except his was blue. A light, sky blue, almost the exact same shade as his eyes. His faded into white at the bottom, silver patterns and designs on his own robe.

Lien was right behind him, whispering something to him which made him smirk. Sky Blue eyes looked all around the room but avoided looking at Arthur.

The Brit stood up, those around him, including Gilbert turning to look at him. "Alfred? What the bloody hell are you doing? Where are you clothes."

Still, the boy didn't look at him, but Yao spoke. "I had them taken away. They were ugly to look at. I think he looks much better than this." He said, moving in to sit down at the head of the table, Alfred and Lien by his sides. "It really suits his skin and his eyes."

Green eyes flitted to the boy who still was refusing to make eye contact. He took a moment, fighting back his head ache and annoyance. "Well, when Alfred is done playing dress up and pretend, I would actually like to head back home."

The room went silent, all eyes now on the Brit. Gilbert reached up to touch lightly to the man leg, only to be swatted harshly away. A hurt look crossed his face, confused at the angry and accusing look on Arthur's face, but he didn't ask why. 

Yao had a sly smirk on his face, snapping his fingers. He said nothing but watched as guards came in through each door, surrounding Arthur and his crew.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Arthur yelled, motioning around him. "Is this how you treat your guests?"

"I see no guests, only thieves and liars." Yao said blandly. "Take them away."

The guards grabbed them, holding them back as they pulled the crew away. Arthur was livid, pulling and fighting, confused why this was happening. He thought everything was okay, that Yao had accepted and invited them in, wanted to know more about them, about Alfred.

It clicked. A light turned on in his head.

"You wanted this all along. You wanted Alfred, you wanted to take him away from me!" He yelled, now really fighting the restraints. A few more of the soldiers had to move to help keep Arthur under control with how hard he was fighting. His eyes were narrowed and focused on the the lord of the house, rage and hate flaming in those bright green eyes. All muscles in his body ached as he fought, fought for freedom, fought for justice.. fought for love.

After all this, after everything, Alfred was just ready to give up and throw everything away. It hurt him. Hurt him so bad that Arthur was sure that he could hear his barely held together heart was snapping into pieces. But he still fought as if it might make it better and make Alfred see reason.

Then Arthur thought, what if it was dead. What if there wasn't anything to fight for. It had been a year, a damn year and Arthur had been fighting for something that hadn't been there. The love was gone, the spark fizzled out. Maybe, he just wanted something good in his dull, lonely life.

Slowly, the fight began to disappear from his body, letting the guards pull him away with the rest of the crew. He just kept crying out profanity, calling out that this was wrong, but he never called for Alfred. Not once made eye contact with the boy who was watching with wide, blue eyes.

As he was pulled out of the room, he lost all will, letting his body go limp as he was taken away. The last thing he saw was the smug look on Yao's face before the doors closed.

"You said you wouldn't do anything to them! You said they could go home with out any troubles!" Alfred accused, gripping to Yao's sleeve. Pain shot through his cheek, pulling back to hold it as it stung.

"I will not take any more from you. I've held my tongue for this long, but no longer." He hissed, snapping his fingers again. "Gilbert, Ludwig. Take Alfred to my chambers. I'll will take care of him later. Then make sure our 'guests' are comfortable."

The two men got up, grabbing Alfred and escorting him away. The boy was still in shock, not struggling against their grip. It had been a late night, Yao had promised him many things, things that would be beneficial for both him and Arthur. They could go on their happy ways with out ever having to worry about the other again.

It was a lie.

How could Yao lie to him? Why would he even do that to him? He had given him all he wanted, anything he needed without a second thought. How could this have happened?

As they reached the chambers, the two left the boy in there. Gilbert lingered for a moment longer, having a pitiful and angry look on his face.

Then he was alone. Like he wanted. To have the silence, to have his own space and not worry about Arthur barging in and checking on him constantly.

But Alfred didn't want it. Not right now. Right now, all he wanted was to be held and comforted. This was confusing. Arthur would know what to say and do, but because of his foolishness and being naive, now he had to face it on his own.

Alfred wanted to cry but no tears came. All he could do was curl up and wait for what would happen to him next.

It took a couple hours but finally the door slid open. Yao stood there, a blank look on his face. Silently, he moved in, slowly untying the sash around his robe.

"What are you doing?" Alfred asked quietly, sitting up, hugging his knees.

"I'm claiming you as mine. I can't let you leave here anymore. You're my new toy." He said, dropping down in front of the boy and pulling him close. "And I will make sure you don't ever forget." He hissed lowly, a dangerous smirk on his lips as he nipped at the boy's ear, delighting in the shiver that went through him.

He finally got the pawn he wanted, and Yao was never letting him go. A small laugh crossed his lips as he pushed the boy down and began what he had come to do.

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