It's All Your Fault ((Atoa))

Those same aqua blue eyes... Matthew blinked twice, trying to figure between the illusion of his dream and the reality. His head throbbed again to remind him that he, indeed, was in the real world. Yet in a way, the nostalgia of the dream had made him a bit tipsy of his awareness of the surroundings.

He hadn't noticed any of the members of his company. He hadn't noticed the silence that followed after he woke up. He hadn't noticed the grass that brushed against the palms of his hands. He hadn't noticed the thick gauze that encased his injured head. He hadn't noticed the wind that picked up as his thoughts began to trail...

'What had happened to me? Who would even try to help me? Who...?' The boy's thoughts kept running across his mind, which was increased by the grogginess. He couldn't keep a single thought in place until a voice cleared out his entranced state.

"H-hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" The voice came, as crisp as the morning air.

It robbed Matthew of his dazed sense and reverted him back to the current occurrence. He looked around to notice all the changed sceneries, from that alley to the park, as well as the people around him. There weren't just one person attending to him, but two. That was enough to push his emotions over the brink, in the form of tears. Being the sensitive person he was, Matthew tried to push back the tears from overflowing from his eyes; however to his misfortune, the boy ended up with streaks on his soiled cheeks. Grabbing his sleeve, he quickly managed to wipe the remaining liquid away; trying not to bother anybody else with his awkward attitude. 'This is my moment to befriend at least somebody, I shouldn't be wasting it on blubbering like a lost child,' he discredited, mentally cursing himself of his idiotic actions.

"Sorry, I don't... Well, I'm not too sure, but I've seen you around sometime before." Matthew barely spoke above a whisper. He recalled of his vivid dream, immediately focusing on how similar the child in his dream was exactly like the boy that was staring at him. 'It's only because of the eyes,' Matthew reprimanded himself, time and time again.

As his gaze adverted to the other boy that accompanied him, the seventeen year old attempted to suppress a shudder as he took in of Kolvalk's appearance. The boy had glasses along with short, brown hair that was messy yet still maintained to look neat. His eyes were an interesting shade of blue, lighter in color than the determined flare in those eyes.

((Sorry if my last&&latest post is confusing! I just rushed through it... X:
Not to mention how late I replied too, sorry again!))

"Well, you probably have. Lots of people know me!" That blue-eyed boy cheerfully added. Matthew couldn't help but crack a small grin, as if this attitude was exactly what he had expected out of the stranger. The connection that Matthew felt between them was alarmingly strong, almost as if Matthew was completely comfortable with the company.

In a matter of seconds, the seventeen year old hurriedly composed back into his shell of the outspoken boy he was. 'This is peculiar... But it's just because of the eyes...' He chortled to himself in his mind.

With the help, he propped up from his lying position. Matthew's hands fiddled against each other before reaching up to properly wipe the dried tears up. His legs crossed as he began to notice the heaviness of the gauze. He pulled his hands back to, once again, twiddle his thumbs until he heard the introduction from the loud male.

"That's Kolvalk over there," his hand pointed over to the other. Matthew nodded once, taking another glimpse of the boy. Kolvalk seemed as quiet as himself, yet still different, in more ways than one.

"And I'm Alfred Jones."

'Alfred. That's the Alfred.' Matthew's inner voice repeated the name like a mantra, as if his brain couldn't process it. He could feel his lungs compress a gasp that was itching to make its way up. Piece by piece, it all started to be debunked in Matthew's head. The daily beatings. Those weren't because of Matthew, instead it happened because those were Alfred's fault. And here Alfred was, introducing himself as if he had no idea what exactly occurred. He could feel the rage bubbling inside of him, suddenly furious of the effect that 'Alfred' had in his life. Oh, how Matthew wanted to just snap at Alfred this very moment... However, the only thing that slipped out of his cracked lips was a friendly reply.

"Oh. Nice to meet you guys, I'm Matthew."

Now the only piece that was still cryptic to Matthew was the dream. 'Was there any significance of that?' He asked himself, confused at this whole ordeal.

"Well, uh... We should probably get outta here. Wouldn't want those jerks coming back here, would we?" The voice of Alfred commented, with the tone that wasn't meant to become a facetious remark, yet still had the same effect.

Matthew nodded in agreement, opting to be silent just in case he would lash out on this 'Alfred.' His eyes darted back from the hypnotizing aqua colored eyes of Alfred's back to the plant ridden landscape -it was District One, after all- that extended as far as the eye can see. The boy watched the his surroundings once more though as he soaked in the day's leaving warmth and the crisp air of spring. Sighing, he took a deep breath as if to collect his thoughts on Alfred and why Matthew seemed so... close to him, as if he had known him for all of his life which still would be almost impossible considering his own history. As the feeling of hostility that was previously aimed at Alfred started to dissipate, Matthew became calm again, the mind clear like in his state of unconsciousness from before.

Exhaling the leftover air, Matthew started pick nervously on his index finger with his thumb, a subconscious habit that warned him that 'something' was missing... As if he hadn't already noticed that. The relaxing exercise seemed to only have temporal effect as the flood of questioned returned back to the long haired male. Annoyed by his query mind, Matthew adverted his attention back to Kolvalk.

Kolvalk seemed like the brooding type that didn't need to use much words to express himself. He was already as silent and perhaps even lonelier as well than Matthew, himself. At times, Kolvalk resembled Matthew as if he were almost a carbon copy of himself. Except for a handful of obvious differences, especially the eyes. Since those orbs were in a softer shade of blue that nearly reminded Matthew of the clouds in the morning sky.

It took a moment to catch onto the obeisance of the outstretched hand toward him. Matthew, dumbly, simply started at the palm that was offered to him. With a grin, he took the hand and helped himself onto his feet.

"Alfred's right, we should probably get somewhere safer. Do you live far from here?" Kolvalk questioned, both facing each other. Matthew shrugs before he opens his mouth to directly answer, "More or less, it's... not exactly clos--"

((Tell me if I should finish or leave it as is for Arthur to make his entrance. ))