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Thief

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The story of the great thief

Paring : Arthur x Eames

From Inception movie

Eames is a free man.

and is a truly independent person

He has no responsibility, no burden, and the relatives he cares about have no relationship. There is no fixed work. And there's no house. Yes, they have many properties all over the world. But there was nowhere he could call home, not even his own hometown. Actually, especially his hometown, England.

That he doesn't even call home. As for the career? He's good at many things. Sometimes he travels, steals, counterfeits, gambles, or swindles, but he doesn't do anything specific. And when he was twenty years old, he entered the world of “Espionage in Dreams”

and built a reputation for himself within just 2-3 years, not just as a skilled thief. But as an excellent forger, his dream job suits everything. Never stuck around meeting new people but not sticking to just one group of people.

Therefore, he is a true freedom lover.

Until he met Arthur.

Oh Arthur.. Is this young man who has only been in the industry less than a year and already become an expert so jealous? No, Eames isn't that kind of person, or does he care? Let me tell you, it's a lot.

Their first meeting was at an event the Cobbs and Eames had worked together countless times before, but this time they brought Arthur along. Rumor has it that Arthur is a student of theirs who hasn't even graduated yet but has become a point guard. There were only 5 people at the event, Dom was an architect. Maul is an espionage man. Eames is a counterfeit Fergus is a chemist and Arthur is a point man.

“Hello, Mr. Eames,” Arthur said without even a smile. His hair was neatly combed and his face was solemn, making him look older than before. So were his clothes. A full suit and a formal coat? That's not what teenagers these days wear. But even though he is the best point guard, he is still very young. Young and naive, Eames reads him and realizes that Eames himself has a greater influence on Arthur than Eames thought.

“Hello Yayee,” and Eames didn't get a reply, but he could see Arthur's cheeks were so discolored that he barely noticed. Luckily, Eames was a good observer.

At that event, Eames watched Arthur's every move. See how Arthur's slender, almost gaunt physique changed during the overhaul.

PASIV

Look at how his tight lap looked when he spent hours researching. Even his dimples that popped up every time the Cobbs couple came to talk to Eames. It was clear how jealous the Cobbs were of Arthur, as if Arthur were their own son. So Eames was careful to show that he was interested in the kid, but not that careful.

“He is too precious.”

Moll told Eames one afternoon when they were alone in the warehouse where she worked. Her words were clearly possessive but nothing compared to the tone in which she spoke to Eames. Get away from me. Eames is famous..but it certainly isn't an impressive reputation for a mother who hears about someone taking an interest in her son, a thief..

A free-spirited thief who never cared about anyone's business, Eames had heard of the Cobbs family. So he backed away from Arthur, but only by taking a small step.

They finished the job within a month and in a month. Eames also learned something more about Arthur. Arthur was a man who thought about everything logically. Be specific and be the best when it comes to information. but lacks imagination Arthur idolizes the Cobbs as loyal soldiers but sometimes acts like his own son. And Arthur is interested in Eames in the same way Arthur does. Annoyed and annoyed easily by Eames alone. The way Arthur argued back at Eames as if he couldn't hold back it was so clear that he could see that Arthur was trying to ignore Eames. It made Eames a little proud.

After finishing the job, Eames received a stare from Dominic Cobbs. It was not a menacing stare, but it was one that was watching him. But Eames didn't care much. Well, Eames was already attached to Arthur and even he couldn't deny it.

Eames hadn't heard anything about Arthur for a year when he saw him again. Arthur is alone and tells Eames that the Cobbs are no longer on missions. Maul became pregnant so they withdrew from work and instead did dream research so Arthur was on his own. He came with a new totem, a bright red dice..

Which surprised Eames a bit. Eames didn't think Arthur looked like a risk-taker. But that's it, Arthur was all alone. He is a target in espionage. With Eames joining the team, they continued to argue and argue. In fact, Eames continued flirting with Arthur. It just distracted Arthur a bit.

“Stop playing your games, Mr. Eames. It's annoying,” Arthur said to Eames during work one day after Eames kept calling him a slut.

"I don't play games," Eames said in a serious tone. And that made Arthur blush.

After that, they naturally flirted with each other. Eames would bring Arthur lunch and sit together, and Arthur would buy Eames coffee every morning. Eames didn't even have to tell him what he liked, Arthur knew everything. Arthur, the innocent child, fell into Eames' hands and Eames loved it.

But the work at that time could be said to be a complete failure. Their espionage skills were not as good as Maul's. His plans were in full swing from the first five minutes of their dream together, the amateur espionage mastermind, but it was nice to have the best spotters and counterfeiters on the team, Eames and Arthur. Trick your target and wake your team up before it gets worse.

Their chemist was immediately shot. Normal in this kind of situation Eames would fight as fast as he could to escape as soon as he could, but at that moment Eames remembered that there was still an Arthur that Eames could not leave behind. Eames was not. The best fighter, but he fought well. But Arthur, little boy Arthur isn't the best fighter either.

But what's worse is that he won't run away until he's helped everyone. Stupid Arthur..and Eames must be a fool too. Because when he had a chance to escape, he returned to help Arthur save everyone.

That's when Eames thought that he was no longer free, not as long as Arthur lived.

He definitely wouldn't kill Arthur, God knew he would never do that, all he could do was really retreat from Arthur. In order not to be attached any more, in order to not be more worried and disinterested. So Eames backed off.

A few months after the event, Eames received several emails from Arthur. It's not a work related email, it's just a general conversation. Eames never responded. Before he noticed, Arthur had stopped writing as well. Fast forward four years and Eames heard rumors that Dominic

Cobb is back on the field. But as an espionage there is a word that goes together. “Cobb and Arthur” Every news about Dom has Arthur's name in it. Several months later, Moll died. Eames meets Dom and Arthur again at an event in Hong Kong, and they look different. Dominic Cobb seems more erratic and has done more risky things than Eames remembers. He's just as good at espionage. Maul used to do it.

It's careless but exciting, and Arthur has grown and changed. Changed so much it was like he had lost all his innocence. Arthur's gaze hardened, his muscles increasing. His serious personality and youthful features were concealed by furrowed eyebrows. Arthur looked older than Eames thought.

What's more, he stopped caring about what Eames was doing. He no longer blushed when Eames teased or teased him. Of course, sometimes he still bites back. But for the most part Arthur just ignores Eames and Eames finds it strange that Arthur does that.

“You will make your pretty head explode, Ya Yi.”

“If you drink more coffee.

somnasin

It won't make you sleep.”

“Have you ever tried growing your hair long, Yayee?”

Just the steely look that Eames received in return was nice. It was exactly what Eames had hoped for when he decided to step aside, but it still made Eames uncomfortable. It didn't feel right. Eames had promised himself to stay away. But he couldn't stop himself from demanding Arthur's attention. Eames wanted more.

And he had to get more, even though he was the one who had withdrawn from the relationship between the two of them, he still wanted Arthur. Just Arthur, and even though he was both confused and distraught, Eames still did a good job and made it through as soon as the event was over. Eames immediately flew to America. He headed towards the bar he and Arthur had been to.

and was quite surprised to find that Arthur was there as well, sitting alone at the bar. Two glasses of whiskey were there as soon as Eames sat down next to Arthur. Arthur tensed up automatically.

“Hello Yayee”

"Mr. Eames," Arthur said. The tone sounded like dissatisfaction.

Eames glanced at Arthur, his hair still smoothly combed. But the suit had been loosened. Arthur looked beautiful and no one spoke for an hour. They just sat next to each other ordering drinks over and over. Until one of them reaches their limits, or maybe both of them.

And then they started talking. They slurred words to each other, some words couldn't even be heard.

“I don't understand,” Eames muttered loudly.

“Me too,” Arthur replied.

They both said the same thing, but they were different. Arthur's slender fingers were close to Eames' elbow. Both of them couldn't sit up straight without leaning against the bar.

“I thought it could go further between us.” Eames' words didn't sound like they had come from Eames's mouth, but Arthur didn't seem to notice.

“You ran away,” Arthur said.

"Well, you're making me unstable," Eames said bluntly. And to his surprise, Arthur suddenly threw whiskey at the confused Eames for a moment. Eames' face was wet, but when he saw the expression on Arthur's face, He felt himself wake up slightly.

“Fuck you, and fuck your selfishness, Eames,” Arthur said angrily, but not loudly. No one in the bar paid any attention to them because neither of them had started a fight yet. Or that nothing had been broken yet, but in fact, they both seemed many times calmer and quieter than the others.

Eames stared into Arthur's eyes, unable to find that foolish young man anymore. Instead, he found Arthur with a deep wound in his heart that he knew he had caused. Yes, Eames was a selfish person. Eames had been afraid of losing his freedom. If he's dating Arthur

Eames is a coward, he knows that. It was his own fault.

Eames sat as straight as he could and held one of Arthur's hands. Arthur lets Eames do it. Eames does something that even he himself never expected. Whether drunk or not, he just did what he felt he should do.

he apologizes

“Sorry Yayee, but let me fix it, please.”

And Arthur believed him.

“How are you going to fix these five unlucky years?”

“I will spend my whole life fixing it. Let me prove it to you.”

“Why should I give in?”

“Because that was Arthur's promise.”

Arthur was silent. The walls he had erected were high. But he knew Eames well enough. Even when he was drunk or a liar, Eames never made a promise he couldn't deliver. There are always rules in bandits, there are always limits in free people.

(They developed an almost secret relationship and dated for 5 years. They went back and forth, meeting up while working at the same job. Sometimes I go on dates. Call each other and send messages to each other. That's how they bonded.)

After Fisher Cobb returns home to his children and invites the entire team to a wonderful dinner together, Ariadne travels across America with Yusuf. Arthur and Eames then have non-stop sex in Arthur's luxury apartment. Eames stays with Arthur for a full month. Living a normal life together for the first time, they are happy. Everything is falling into place.

Until one day, Arthur told Eames that he was going to run some errands. When he returned, he said he was going to work on a job.

“Do they need a thief?” Eames asked.

“They didn't tell me anything, I'm just going to find out for them. Nothing interesting,” Arthur said as he packed his bags. Eames was still lying topless on their bed.

“So you'll be coming home soon, right?” Eames meant coming home to him, not just his apartment.

Arthur looked at him and gave him a cute smile that revealed dimples.

“Within the blink of an eye”

Then Arthur left.

Three days later Arthur texted Eames saying he was in Milan and would be unavailable for the rest of the week, so Eames let him go. They were both adults, and Eames was still independent enough to need some alone time. That was something Eames told himself to preserve his dignity.

The truth was that he trusted Arthur. The years we've been together have proven that. Arthur was skilled at what he did and he would always come home safe. So Eames waited as he spent the week at various casinos. Meet up with old friends. Steal some beautiful paintings and duplicate the most beautiful ones. Arthur must have loved it.

A week and three days passed and Eames began to worry. Arthur was never late. Eames began calling everyone, starting with all of Arthur's phone numbers. All of those numbers could not be reached. He called old co-workers. Arthur's closest friend is Cobb, and Cobb nearly panics over Eames' phone call.

He insists on helping Eames find Arthur. Ariadne and Yusuf say the same. Eames begins tracking every unreachable number of Arthur's, the most recent traces of which are all scattered around the world. It almost seemed as if Arthur was determined not to be found. Eames just doesn't understand why they aren't fighting.

Arthur looked happy with Eames. Or something happened at work? He had to at least tell someone. There was no way Arthur would just decide to disappear without telling anyone, anything could happen. Throughout the 72 hours of their job, Eames spent the entire night searching for him. Ways to contact Arthur He found 12 Arthur apartments in nine countries. Eames already knew 10 of them. He called five of them and flew to check the rest himself in less than a week to reassure him. Arthur was nowhere to be found.

Eames then searched further, tracing Arthur's fake name to his real name. There wasn't even the slightest trace. Eames traces the work to Milan and meets an espionage man named Ellis. He tells Eames that the work is not yet finished and that Arthur has been separated since the first three days, saying that he is continuing with the work. Not if Eames could be any more dazed and confused than this. He was sure he must have gone crazy.

Seven days was the time Arthur had to cover up his tracks. That was more than enough time for someone like Arthur to become completely invisible. That was plenty of time. That Arthur could be sure that Eames would never find him.

Eames moves out of Arthur's apartment with pain he's never felt before, going to every casino he encounters along the way. And always carry the latest painting with you.

Arthur was lying in bed when he heard the doorbell ring. With more effort than usual, he slowly got up and slowly walked towards the door. Lately, there haven't been many people who have come to see him. But no one would stop by without calling first. Arthur grabbed a pistol from under the sofa. and opened the door with complete caution.

That's Eames.

Eames looked terrible, his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in a while. Plus he hasn't shaved off his beard and more than that. Eames' blue-grey eyes looked frighteningly deep, like the eyes of a dangerous animal that had been attacked. He stared at Arthur, Arthur couldn't read his expression.

"Eames.." Arthur's voice almost sounded like a whisper.

“How could you do this to me?” Eames' voice sounded angry. It's like being betrayed mixed with anger.

"Eames..." Arthur's voice shook. But then he realized that it wasn't just his voice, both his hands were trembling. Unable to stand on his knees, Eames seemed to notice that he pushed the door wide open and walked into Arthur's room without a word. Arthur followed Eames into his living room. Eames' thick frame didn't fit in this room, but he stood there as if he had always lived here.

“Sit down,” Eames said curtly to Arthur. Arthur did as he was told.

Eames sat down across from him, his two eyes barely leaving Arthur's.

“Explain.”

Arthur took a deep breath, he wasn't prepared for something like this. But strangely, he felt calmer than ever because Eames had been in the room with him for the past two months he had been dealing with.

panic attack

Countless times everything seemed completely wrong. And he couldn't concentrate or control anything, but now everything felt right. It's terrifying but in a way Eames makes everything better. Suddenly he felt that he had made a wrong decision by leaving Eames.

“I'm sick,” Arthur said. Eames was slightly startled, but he didn't listen quietly. Arthur then continued, “I have been sick for a while. I just found out that it got worse while working in Milan. Then I felt afraid. I wasn't afraid for myself. But I'm afraid for you. You shouldn't have to go through this. So I ran away hoping that you would go your own way like last time. I.. and I….”

Arthur didn't know what to say next.

“How dare you..” Eames did the same. But eventually Eames continued. “What do they say?” Eames meant the doctor. Arthur bit his lip slightly.

“The chance of survival is 20%. I may only have a few more months to live.”

Eames stared at Arthur, still frighteningly angry. “How long has it been?”

“Two months.” Arthur suddenly felt his throat go dry. He took two full months away from Eames. “I'm sorry, Eames. I'm sorry I did this to you.” Eames frowned. He suddenly looked angrier than before.

“Are you sorry? You should feel sorry for this unlucky bastard!”

“I think it would be better for you if…” But Eames didn't let him finish.

“How can you think for me? I don't care if it's better for me based on statistics and all that! And don't you dare protect me from this. Don't you dare rob me of the opportunity to take care of you. Don't you dare dare, Arthur.”

Arthur shivered as Eames said his name in a hoarse voice like he hadn't heard it in an eternity. And he wanted to hear it again.

"...I think we've both done stupid things," Arthur sighed. They never handled their relationship well and they both screwed it up a time or two.

“Yes, both of us.”

“Can you forgive me, Mr. Eames?” Arthur looked at Eames with expectant eyes. He didn't know how Eames saw his current condition. He might have seen the former point guard with pale skin and long hair. Thinning and dark circles around his eyes deepened, but what he saw was Eames, the most extraordinary human being he had ever met, a great counterfeiter and thief. Eames probably talked about himself that way.

“I have already forgiven.”

Then Eames rose to Arthur and kissed him with everything he had. Kissing him like Arthur was Eames's whole world. And yes, Arthur is like that.

Eames never left Arthur's side from then on, always staying by his side when he was awake. When Arthur slept, which happened often. Eames was going to buy supplies or something interesting to bring to Arthur. Arthur doesn't like taking medicine because it makes him sleepy. He says that when he sleeps

Eames likes to do stupid things. One time Eames bought Arthur Eames a hundred white and red roses to see that Arthur liked them. But at that time, Arthur just smiled and shoved Eames' shoulder mockingly, saying that he wasn't a high school girl. Later, Eames secretly saw one red and white rose in the drawer. Arthur's bed head

Their routine is very simple: they wake up, eat breakfast, read a book or watch television. Some days the weather is nice and they go outside. Go to a nearby park. Or take a drive to where they want to go and then have lunch. Then Arthur would take a nap or read quietly next to Eames, who would often draw pictures or read to Arthur because Arthur liked Eames's accent and sometimes he was too tired. Read it yourself, most likely Arthur is the one who cooks dinner.

He was a good cook and Eames was there to help him every time. Almost every night they watched movies together. And almost every night Arthur would fall asleep in Eames' arms.

They lived a simple life except when Arthur had to go through chemotherapy. Eames would drive him and wait four hours to bring him home. On those days Arthur didn't have much to do. He was vomiting, always had a fever. Too tired to stay awake those days, Eames will try hard not to cry.

However, Eames learned some new things. When Arthur's brother called every day, Eames learned that maybe the Cobb family weren't the most protective of Arthur's people, and when his brother called Eames usually kept Arthur aside to have some alone time, only occasionally turning the speaker on so the three of them could talk. And there were times when Eames talked to Arthur's brother alone because Arthur couldn't talk to him. Eames and Arthur's brother knew each other a little bit. At least Eames knew her uncle. R was definitely not the strictest person in the family, perhaps his older brother was even worse.

“How do you know my brother?” Arthur asked one day as he waited for Eames to make breakfast.

“I really don't, he knew me first. He let Cobb track him down and Cobb told me.”

“Remind me to slap my brother next time I see him,” Arthur nearly growled and Eames laughed.

There were bad days and good days. The bad days were when Arthur was too weak to be himself but the good days were when Arthur was able to stay awake for long periods of time. It was very rare that You will have enough strength to not fall asleep during the day, but when special matters such as Cobb and the kids stop by to visit and Arthur's enthusiasm will make his day. He would draw pictures with the children.

Eames calls that kind of day "the best day ever." 'Dimple Day' Everyone could often see Arthur's dimples on a good day like that. He looked happier and stronger, however. Arthur's drawings are terrible. But the kids loved it and they kept the drawing to themselves. Cobb said they hung it in the bedroom and that Arthur loved the children's drawings.

He hung it in front of the refrigerator. As for Dom, Arthur would just talk and talk. smile and laugh He never cries. And on a good day like this, if the two of them were alone, Arthur would be like the old Arthur Eames saw when they were still at work, only less strict.

“Do you miss it?” Eames asked as he himself drew the latest copy. Arthur had not yet been allowed to see it.

"Work? Sometimes," Arthur answered as he typed something on his laptop when he had enough strength not to fall asleep and not feel much pain. He would make sure that any trace of them. They were both hidden, even though Eames kept telling Arthur he had checked. Arthur kept checking over and over.

He just had to do that. So Eames let him do it.

“Is that why you can't stay away from your laptop?” Eames teased.

“Just make sure.” As Arthur examined the traces, He looked like the strict Arthur from before, except that Arthur now wore sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he never stopped complaining about them because he missed his own suit, but Eames wouldn't let him. He wears a suit Making Arthur feel warm and comfortable was more important than Arthur just being childish about it.

And this Arthur was still thinner and paler. And with no hair like before, Arthur shaved off his own hair within the first month that Eames moved in. He looked much younger in the clothes and hat Eames knitted for him.

“I feel like I'm being looked down on.”

"I know you have your tricks, Mr. Eames."

Eames looked up at him and put down his paintbrush, “When are you going to stop calling me Mr. Eames? You make me feel old.”

"Well, you're old," Arthur replied. Eames stood up and walked to stand behind Arthur, his larger body completely obscuring Arthur's small frame. Eames' eyes looked at Arthur. Memorizing every inch of his skin.

“How much younger are you, Hmm, Yayee?” Eames said sarcastically, but he couldn't help but wonder. Eames often forgets that Arthur is still very young. Arthur tends to appear older than his years in his actions and tastes. When they first met Arthur he looked like a 15 year old boy, no matter how old he really was at the time.

“I'm only 29, Mr. Eames.”

Arthur left his laptop and leaned his bony back against Eames. Eames rubbed Arthur's back slowly. Feeling his fragile body under his own hands, twenty-nine was still very young. Too young to be seriously ill like this And as good as that day was, Eames still wanted to cry. Because this is extremely unfair.

On bad days, Arthur would often have a low-grade fever and sleep all day. One evening when Arthur was asleep Eames went out to buy supplies and supplies when he returned. He stopped by to check on Arthur in the bedroom first, but Arthur wasn't there.

“Arthur?” Eames looked in the bathroom but couldn't find any trace of Arthur until he went back to putting things in the kitchen. He found Arthur lying on the ground and Eames immediately dropped everything and hurriedly helped Arthur to sit up.

“Did you fall?” Arthur looked at Eames. His pale face looked annoyed and dissatisfied.

“No, I'm getting ready to cook dinner. Then I suddenly felt so weak that I felt like I had to lie down on Eames. I just want to make food for us to eat.. I just wanted.. I thought…” And Arthur's walls came crashing down. He couldn't stop crying even when Eames picked him up and put him on the couch. He cried so hard his whole body was shaking. Eames held him close to his chest and rubbed his back gently to comfort him.

“Oh, Arthur.. Yayee…”

Eames kept calling Arthur's name because he had no other words to say. He wouldn't say everything was okay because it wasn't. Eames held Arthur until he sobbed and fell asleep. The best pointer cried like a child just because he wanted to cook dinner.

Eames studied his beloved's face. He saw the calmness of Arthur's sleep. Tears began to form in Eames, but Eames refused to let them fall. He swallowed hard, a great thief like him never cried. It's not about being a thief, it's about being himself. He doesn't cry.

Because if he cries, who will be Arthur's strength? Because if he cries, who will be Arthur's strength? Arthur must have felt even more sad and remorseful, so Eames didn't cry, he just hugged Arthur tightly, thinking that this was really unfair.

Arthur always told him about every doctor's appointment, he never told Eames the finer details. He just told the most basic lies that Eames wanted to hear.

“The doctor said I would have to go through a bad period before I got better.”

He knew that even Arthur wouldn't believe his words but Eames played along with the flow. Spend their lives in peaceful fantasies.

"I know"

Then Eames kissed Arthur.

“Did you know that when we were working? I kept thinking something was going to happen.”

Arthur said one night as he lay on Eames' chest, both of Eames' hands touching Arthur's. One holding Arthur's smaller hand, the other at his waist. He couldn't stop touching Arthur's body to feel him, remember him, and he loved when Arthur talked.

He loved hearing Arthur's voice, it could tell that the man next to him was still alive. Especially lately, Arthur hardly went out. He was tired and had no strength, and it started with his walking slowing down. Sit up slowly. Until finally he just lay on the bed. Arthur said that he didn't want to be a burden on Eames when he wanted to go anywhere else. Eames didn't agree that Arthur said he was a burden. But Arthur couldn't stay awake long enough to argue with him, so lately they'd been watching movies and reading books together instead. Every picture Eames drew hung on the wall in Ah's bedroom. Thur confirmed that and didn't care if it matched or not. He just wanted to see the pictures that Eames had drawn for him when he was awake and before he went to sleep. These drawings also helped. Arthur calmed down as the pain became unbearable. Eames was relieved that he had drawn so many pictures.

Eames hummed in response, listening to Arthur's voice and breathing, he loved hearing it and was terrified of losing it at the same time.

“When we work, we all know that we cannot expect to have a normal life.” Arthur's voice sounded gentle. Eames gently rubbed his white arm.

“I always thought it was going to be one bullet that would end my life…” And suddenly Eames knew where this was going. Arthur was too tired to fight. And it hurt Eames so much.

“Shh..I'm very tired today. I'm tired. Are you tired? Let's go to sleep,” Eames tried to comfort him. Or try to keep him from saying the things Eames was afraid to hear.

“I always thought one bullet would end my life, Eames. Not like this.”

Arthur's voice was steady but Eames knew from the rhythm of his breathing that Arthur was about to cry. Eames closed his eyes for just a split second. Brushing away his own tears

“Do you know what I'm thinking? I've always thought that we'd be rivals until our hair turned white. Sixty-two years old My tastes still haven't developed. The two of us will retire and travel the world together. I'm going to take you to my favorite place, I'm going to take you to England,” Eames continued.

Then Arthur laughed, “You hate England.”

“Yes.” Eames' lips curled into a smile. Arthur laughed for a moment longer, his delicate body shaking on Eames's body. Then Eames continued.

“But I'm going to show you why I hate it there, and I'm going to show you why I still love it.”

They were each silent for a moment.

“Okay, I like this plan.”

Arthur replied and Eames began to tell him various stories. Tell him everything he knows about the beauty that Eames has experienced and the things that Arthur has hardly ever seen because Eames doesn't know when Arthur will be able to see the world again.

They were at the park on the bench where they used to sit on good days. Today Arthur looks beautiful, stronger and happier than ever. Eames brought him here to sit and admire the nature around him. Today the weather was nice and the sky was beautifully clear and everything looked perfect.

“Do you see that man over there?” Eames pointed at a man who looked like he was really happy. He was smiling widely and hovering around a woman excitedly.

“Why do you see that?” Arthur looked at the couple with curiosity. Today he had enough energy and enthusiasm, this was the best day among all the good days for Eames.

"He was excited, I think, because his lover told him something." Noting that people had been and still is Eames's life, so Eames sometimes brought up the issue, letting Ah Arthur and himself observing other people's lives at least drew Arthur's attention away from thinking too much about his own life.

"I think that would be a good thing," Arthur smiled. Revealing his cute dimples. Eames loved seeing this sight.

“Well, I'd like to hear it too. Can you tell me something good?” Eames turned to face Arthur.

“Me?”

Eames hummed in response and looked at Arthur fondly, “You look like you've had something to tell me all day. So what is it, medicine?”

Arthur leaned in slowly towards Eames until their noses were mere inches apart. Arthur's youthful face and beautiful brown eyes completely attracted Eames. Arthur was the gravity of Eames pull him to the surface of the earth Complete his life

“I am well, Mr. Eames.”

Eames' eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape, he saw Arthur start to laugh at Eames' reaction. God, that laugh. Like the sound of a bell in heaven

“Damn! Really?"

“The most true.”

Then Eames smiled so wide he couldn't stop smiling and his cheeks began to ache. But he didn't care, he pulled Arthur into his arms. He kissed Arthur's forehead, his temple, his cheek, and that smile on his lips. Eames kissed Arthur heartily, conveying all his feelings to Arthur and hoping he would understand them, laughing and laughing. Dancing and stumbling

Talk and exchange sweet kisses A great thief and a skilled pointman are falling in love.

Eames wakes up in the house he lives with Arthur. His arms were still connected.

PASIV

He blinked and saw Dom standing over him. Dom's expression was worried and almost seemed angry.

“Cobb?” Eames' voice sounded confused. He just didn't understand why Dom was here.

“Come with me, Eames.”

Cobb sounded sad and angry in his eyes. Eames sees empathy. It was then that Eames remembered why. Regretting the moment he woke up, Eames rolled onto his side, reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey and drank it, hoping he hadn't woken up from his dream yet.

Today is Arthur's funeral.

Tomorrow they will bury Arthur in the grave.

They buried Eames's sweetheart and Eames didn't want to see it.

I just don't want to see it.

"Or you know I'm not going," Eames pretended to be drunk. But in his heart everything was still clear, his hand slipped into his trouser pocket. The totem is in there. The reality is too painful.

“Come on, Eames!” Dom angrily pulled the needle out of Eames' arm and pulled him to his feet. Dom's eyes filled with pain just like his. Unlike Eames, he too has lost Arthur.

"Arthur deserves more than what you're doing here!"

Dom dragged him to the door and Eames knew there was a car waiting outside. Arthur's brother sent that car every day and Eames would never take it, but Dom was right. Arthur deserved more than this. Oh my gosh, he deserves a big funeral. Hundreds of people attended and paid his final tributes to him, he deserved the best in the world. Including a long life, he's only 29.

Eames' heart skipped a beat when he thought of it. Arthur was only 29 So young and full of life He deserved a chance to live. Eames's beautiful grandmother deserved everything. The least Eames could give was a final goodbye.

So Eames climbed into the car as Dom followed suit. They traveled in silence. Everyone was lost in their reveries. The 45 minute journey was too short for them to prepare in time, but Eames finally got out of the car. This is Arthur's house. The house where he was born and grew up, this luxurious three-story house now belonged to Arthur's brother, his only remaining relative. The house stood proudly as if to show off his wealth. The wealth and dignity of the Arthur family must have been very proud of this house. Eames could tell where Arthur got his taste from. Then they walked into the house.

The coffin was in a room and was the first thing Eames saw when he walked in. The sight made Eames weak at the knees. There were some guests in the house, but not too many. Maybe it's a neighbor, an old friend from university. Some of them might be your brother's friends. And some of them were friends of Arthur himself.

Ariadne and Yusuf were here, not far from the coffin, as if protecting Arthur. Even Saito stood with them holding a glass of red wine. And there was Arthur's brother. He was standing with a very pregnant woman. He didn't have Arthur's youthful face, but they still looked painfully similar.

Seeing him made Eames want to vomit. Arthur's older brother was in his late thirties. Surrounded by people who respected and respected him, along with a family that was about to expand, Arthur had none of his own. Eames was lost in his own thoughts for a moment as he was unconscious when Arthur's brother approached.

“Hello, Mr. Eames.” He held out his hand, and Eames held it firmly. Their sorrows connected instantly, the loss destroying them both like never before.

“Mr. Cohen,” Eames replied. and edward Cohen then led him to the coffin. His beautiful wife led the other guests to the other side of the house, allowing Ariadne, Yusuf, Saito, Dom, Edward, and Eames to be in the room. Eames stepped closer to the coffin. The murmurs of the other guests gradually faded away. Eames didn't even blink. Until he came to the side of the coffin where Arthur lay.

Arthur.. Arthur..his beautiful Arthur. He looked so peaceful, as if he was sleeping, those beautiful thin lips slightly raised. He looked so young in the coffin, Eames raised his hand and touched his face. It was so cold and frightening.

"He's not in pain anymore," Eames heard his own voice say, but he didn't realize he had said it. He could also hear Ariadne's sobs. But Eames still intended to look only at Arthur.

"Yes, he's not in pain," Edward whispered.

Then Eames saw what Arthur was wearing: light brown chinos and a plain white Oxford shirt.

“Who made this outfit for him?” Eames's tone sounded displeased even to his own ears. “Who made this outfit for him? He prefers a three-layer suit to these clothes. He likes to wear it with his coat. Who the fuck picked this outfit for him? No, it doesn't have to be like this. He shouldn't have left like this.”

He shouldn't have left like this.

He felt Edward's hand on his shoulder and Eames began to mutter to himself. "He likes to wear suits. He says it feels right and he wants to look like his brother."

Eames ran his fingers down Arthur's neck to his delicate chest, holding Arthur's hand in his. But then Eames felt the red dice in Arthur's right hand. Arthur probably didn't need the totem anymore, he wasn't burying it and would never wake up again. Arthur didn't need it. He must be careful that he will no longer be lost in the vortex of dreams and reality because he is dead.

Arthur's mother is dead.

Eames felt tears welling up in his eyes. “He was always up early. Except when he was tired, he.. he used to wake up much earlier than me just to make me coffee to thank me for taking care of him. That son of a bitch.” Eames just laughed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“He's smart as hell. More beautiful than anyone else I hope I have him forever. I hope I have the chance to grow old with him. I hope he has the chance to see what we can be…”

Eames dropped to his knees, his forehead touching Arthur's coffin. Everyone in the room was silent, letting their tears mourn Arthur.

“I love you.”

Eames whispered before standing up to press a final farewell kiss to those lifeless lips.

Then the world of the great thief no longer had gravity.

Notes

Hope you guys enjoy.

It may be slightly different from the original English version. But the main point is still the same.