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“Twenty-seven bottles of beers on the wall! Twenty-seven bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, twenty-six bottles of beer on the wall!”



“WILL YOU SHUT UP?!”



Arthur chuckled but continued on with his song, determined to finish it for once. After all, they had nothing else to do. They were after all stuck in a coma body for the past four months with only the dark vacuüm of what seemed endless space between them.



How they entered into this coma though, it was all Arthur's fault. He knew that his bloodline carried a sliver of the seven deadly sins. He knew that there were spots on Earth where the sin could gather more energy and become more powerful. He knew that his parents died because they came pass a spot where his father's Wraith became more powerful, and he crashed the car fighting for control which killed them all.



Arthur knew all of this, but he still allowed his Envy to overshadow his own thoughts and he even joined a paranormal investigation team for Pete's sake. All because he couldn't stand losing Lewis.



“Hunk at three o'clock,” the sin, Envy as Arthur called him, purred.



Arthur stopped his mental singing and listened as well. “Hey Arthur,” a deep baritone voice greeted him.



“Lewis,” Arthur whimpered, wanting to wrap his arms around him and never let him go.



The reason Arthur was in this state was that he had listened to Envy more and more. Envy first popped his ugly head in when he and Lewis started dating and a girl checked him out when Arthur was teaching him pool. Ever since, it stayed active in his head, always stringing along lies and deceptions. In high school, it was much worse since Arthur was afraid of the bullies. It gotten so bad that Lewis had put their relationship on hold, which Arthur now doesn't blame him, he was a dick.



“Oh, I love these magic hands,” Envy sighed as Lewis got to work with their sore muscles.



“We wouldn't need these magic hands if you didn't try to push Lewis over the edge of that cliff,” Arthur growled.



“Yeah yeah, blame me for your weakness,” the sin said without a care in the world. “If you just came out of the closet, then you wouldn't have joined that little merry band of idiots now would you?”



“Lewis and Vivi aren't idiots!” Arthur yelled.



“No, I suppose that is all you huh?”



Arthur wished that he was able to have hands in his mind, and that Envy had a neck so that he could strangle him.



“Oh! A little lower lover boy,” Envy said when Lewis went to work on Arthur's lower back.



Scratch that, he wanted a dagger so that he could kill him in the most painful way.



“Temper temper,” Envy chided, “you need to relax Arthur. We are, after all, stuck here until the doctor fixes that head of yours.”



“Yeah, but aren't you an oh-so-powerful supernatural creäture? Couldn't you just heal us up instead keep us awake in here?” Arthur asked.



He heard the sin grumble but Arthur couldn't catch it. He smiled, well not really since he couldn't control his body in this state, but he would have smiled if he could right there. It wasn't that often that he got Envy to shut up so he took it while he could.



Arthur laid there for a while, enjoying the company of his lover. Lewis was able to work all the kinks that the damn therapist put in and now he was holding his hand. This reminded Arthur the time they drove five hours just to go to a beach during the freshman year.

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Lewis had just gotten his driver's license and was able to borrow his parent's car. Arthur was fuming in the front seat of the car the entire ride there, Envy stringing tales on how Tiffany from English was going to take Lewis away.



“Come on Arthur, I'm really trying here,” Lewis had sighed after a few hours in the drive.



“Just like Tiffany?” Arthur mumbled as he looked out the window, watching the trees fly by.



“Who?” Lewis asked, confused.



“Oh don't give me that,” Arthur growled. He then raised his voice to mock Tiffany's. “Lewis, I am having sooo much trouble with Hamlet's Romeo and Juliet. Can you act like Romeo so I can get the idea?”



“Okay, first off, you sound too much like her,” Lewis mused. “Second, Hamlet is a play written by Shakespeare, who also wrote Romeo and Juliet. ”



“See! You just admitted that I sound like her, and not even a full fucking minute ago you didn't know who I was talking about!” Arthur growled as he threw his hands up.



“Arthur, you know I don't care about anyone but you,” Lewis said with a sad tone. He tried to grab Arthur's hand but the blond moved his hand out-of-the-way. “Please just drop the jealous act okay? I'm trying to take you out on a nice date here.”



Arthur looked down to his own lap, feeling guilty while Envy chuckled in his head. “Sorry, I'll try,” he muttered.



“That's all I ask for,” Lewis smiled softly.



It took them a moment but after the rocky start, they started to have some fun. They played at the beach for hours, making a sandcastle, running in and out of the freezing water, Arthur even got bury Lewis and shape it like he was a merman. They didn't leave until near sunset, enjoying each others company and holding their hands.

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“Mr. Pepper, visiting hour are now over,” a female voice said from across the room.



Arthur whined as Lewis let go of his hand to put the chair back where it belong. “I love you,” Lewis hummed as he kissed Arthur's forehead.



“I love you too,” Arthur whispered even though the only one who could hear it was Envy. He wanted to curl up and cry as he heard Lewis's footsteps get farther and farther away.



“Oh stop your whining,” Envy sighed , “he'll be back tomorrow.”



“Shut up,” Arthur huffed.



“Is he gone?” a male voice asked as heavy footsteps entered as well.



“Yes sir,” the female answered as Envy let out growl.



“I don't like the doc,” the sin said with a snarl.



“I don't think you like anyone.”



“Shut up, they're talking.”



While normally Arthur wouldn't dare to listen to Envy anymore, when the doctor said “pull the plug”, that got his attention.



“Are you sure that's wise?” the female asked with worry in her tone. “I'm sure that if we actually tried, we can save this boy.”



“Are you stupid May? This boy has type A blood, and my brother needs that liver transplant,” the male voice growled. “He doesn't have a next of kin written down and it took me four months to convince that bonehead upstairs that this boy isn't going to live without these machines. Now hurry up and pull that plug.”



“What is he talking about?” Arthur asked, fear wrapping her familiar cold fingers around him.



“He's talking about killing us,” Envy snapped.



“He..but he can't do that! I'm still alive!”



“It's done sure,” the woman said.



Arthur noticed that there was sound lacking in the room, but what more, he was starting to have trouble breathing.



“Envy, help me!” Arthur cried. He didn't want to die, not yet. He wanted to apologize to Lewis, to beg for his forgiveness, and to kiss him one last time.



“Move aside weakling,” Envy commanded.



Arthur actually felt something warm around himself before pushing him to a cold spot. Soon, he felt his real body take a deep breath as Envy focused on making the body they shared to just live.



“Henry, look!” the female voice said with joy. “He's breathing on his own! He's getting better!”



“Not on my watch,” the doctor growled.

Both Envy and Arthur felt something poke into their left arm. Suddenly, it felt as if they were surrounded in a dense fog and Envy was having a trouble time making the body breath.



“What did you do?” the woman gasped in horror.



“Don't worry, the drug won't ruin his organs or show up in a lab report,” the doctor said smugly. “It's just an insurance I brought with me just in case.”



“Arthur, I don't think I can make us breath for much longer,” Envy admitted.



“No! Don't stop!” Arthur begged . “Please Envy, I don't want to die.”



“I'll...I'll do my best,” Envy promised, not wanting to die either with this boy.



Envy focused all his energy on making Arthur live but when he was ten minutes away from the three-hour mark, he couldn't.



“Arthur, I can't keep doing this,” he said as gave up.



“No! No! Please keep trying Envy. I'm not ready to die!” Arthur begged, already feeling the lack of air.



“And you're not going to.”



“Huh?”



As Arthur's body tried to breathe, his soul was seeing for the first time since this coma. He was in a black room, just floating. And there was a person in front of him that looked like him, but didn't at the same time. The person had the same blond hair style up to something like the anime boys that Vivi's coworker Chloe always read; he had the same thin built and the same goatee that Arthur grew to seem more mature. But that's where the similarity ends. The other him had dark green skin like pines from the evergreen trees, he even wore a suit with an orange Ascot. And his eyes. The retina was black, not white like they were supposed to be and his pupils were a glowing green.



“Envy?” Arthur asked in shock to see the sin.



The other him, Envy, nodded. “That's right Arty boy, this is what I look like.”



Arthur looked to him for a moment longer before he slumped a bit. “Copycat,” he muttered.



Envy let out a laugh, showing rows of sharp teeth. “Of course that comes out of your mouth first,” he chuckled. Arthur opened his mouth to snap at the other but Envy put his hand over his mouth. “Now all jokes aside, I can't keep this body alive Arthur.”



Arthur pushed the hand down, his eyes widen with fear. “But you said I wouldn't die!” he cried.



“And you won't my puppet, but only if you give yourself to me,” Envy hummed as he wiped a tear that fell from Arthur's eye.



“What does that mean?” Arthur asked in confusion .



“Just like it sounds,” Envy said . “I can't save this body but I can make us a new body. You just have to give yourself to me, your entire soul.”



“But I would die!” Arthur accused.



“No you wouldn't, I promise,” Envy swore.



Arthur narrowed his eyes as he looked to his tormentor for the past nine years. “How can I trust you?”



“You can't,” Envy admitted, “but I'm the only way you can live. So Arthur, are you willing to live again in a whole new body? Or do you wish to die at the murder's hands so he can have your liver?”



Arthur looked to Envy but then looked down. “I don't want to die, not like this.” He then looked up to Envy, determination written all over his face. “All right, save me Envy, no matter what.”



E nvy smiled as he grabbed Arthur's waist by one hand and pulled his arm close to him with the other. “As you wish,” he purred as he slammed his mouth onto the human's.



Arthur's eyes widen, not knowing what to do. Soon enough, black dots swam around his sight and his energy was slipping away. It didn't take too long for him to go limp in Envy's embrace and as his eyes closed for the last time, he swore he heard an echo laugh.