Hey there! First UMAP fanfic :) Why don't people make enough of these stuff? The movie got me so worked up 'cause several things that should have happened, didn't happen. Since AUs are a little strange to me, why not just work with what's there and create a sequel? XP Well, I hope it works out and I hope you enjoy. It's quite short for a first chapter but I'll have to leave it at that for now. Gonna have to think more about where this goes because I just wrote this cause I felt like it.

Je ne sais, ne sais, ne sais pas pourquoi, on s'aime comme ça

La Seine et moi…

The song slowly reached a fading end and he finally opened his eyes, a bit groggily though. He realized that he was no longer staring at an endless forest of white fur. No. He was on a warm and comfy sofa, albeit a little small for his massive size and was living in her apartment in the great city that humans called 'Paris'. Francoeur couldn't help but think deeply for a while.

It was strange to dream. Being so little back then, there was not enough room for such a thing. In fact, there wasn't even room for sleeping. When did he ever? Guess fleas didn't really need it. But life was different now. He could feel, he could think clearly, and…he could sing! Francoeur concluded that his current state was the best darn thing that ever happened in his entire existence. Then, there was the dream. Her voice was as haunting as it was beautiful. Even as he had awakened, the melody still continued to float in his head accompanied by that enchanting voice.

The small living room, dressed in a quaint typical Parisian interior, was faintly lit by the bluish moonlight and the atmosphere was strangely dramatic yet a little eerie. Francoeur didn't know why he got up from the couch where he had slept and certainly didn't know why he found himself standing in front of her bedroom door. Slowly, and ever so silently, he twisted the knob. It was unlocked. To think, he had only known Lucille for a few weeks and she had so much trust in him. Wait. She probably wouldn't like it if she caught him sneaking around her apartment. Francoeur 's hand slid off the knob as he pondered at the thought. He looked back at the knob and brushed his fingers over the cold metal. Lucille is probably asleep. He wouldn't bother her. He wasn't going to touch anything. He just wanted to see her. With a slight deep breath, the giant flea twisted the round metal and opened the door.

True enough; the cabaret singer was peacefully sleeping in the comfort of her warm bed. Francoeur came out from peeking behind the door to get a closer look. Her hair had been let down. He had never seen it this way before. The beautiful soft dark curls that framed her delicate features seemed to glow under the moonlight. She wore a dainty white lace gown that was covered all the way up to her stomach by a silk comforter. Francoeur didn't understand why but he had never seen anything more… alluring. He could just stand and stare for an eternity. He remembered that he once saw a scene similar to this. It was on a children's picture book that he had happened to find in Lucille's bookshelf. It was entitled "Sleeping Beauty".

Of course, with a sight this beautiful, Francoeur couldn't help but take a step closer. Perhaps this was some form of infatuation but she wasn't just any other being to him. She was the one who looked past what the world thought was monstrous. She took him in when he was all alone. She was an angel- his angel. To him, she was beautiful, but not in the sense everyone would think is beautiful; he felt a mix of gratitude and happiness just looking down on that sweet face.

The giant flea had moved all the way from the door to Lucille's bedside. He paused before bending down to brush her cheek lightly. Francoeur couldn't say thank you but he was thinking it as he smiled softly at her. The light touch had caused Lucille to shift unconsciously. The seven foot giant to immediately took a step back, afraid that she would wake up. Luckily, she didn't.

Maybe it was time to head back. Francoeur quietly made his way to the door. As he did so, he noticed the things on Lucille's wall. They were sepia photographs in different sizes framed in intricate metal. This was the first time he has ever stayed this long in her bedroom so Francoeur couldn't help but go through all of them.

They were all different but with one particular dark haired girl in almost every picture. Francouer guessed that it was Lucille. It certainly looked like her. There was one where she was just a little girl wearing a dainty dress. She had a sun hat on and a familiar little toy train in her hand. In another, she was a little taller, carrying some books in her hand and accompanied by other girls her age. They were all wearing the same thing. One photo seemed to be taken in the L'Oiseau Rare. It was Lucille in her white dress and Carlotta- who looked a little skinnier? This time, the singer's hair wasn't in a bun and fell around her shoulders with loose curls. Francoeur took some time looking at this one. Lucille certainly looked different with her hair down. Then he came to stop at one where there was a thin little boy pouting beside a little Lucille who was smiling mischievously. He guessed it was Raoul.

Finally, after several minutes, he paused at one particular photo of a couple. The woman looked very much like Lucille but had a more slender face. Her hair was lighter but was just as beautiful. The man by her side had dark hair just like Lucille's. He had this sophisticated air to him; he looked well-taught. Francoeur could sense a feeling of great importance from these two. He couldn't say why but Lucille would know. He turned around to look at the singer who was still sleeping soundly. Francoeur smiled softly once more before turning around to leave. As he made his way through the hall, he noticed the window to his right. The glass was reflecting the face of a bluish creature with a pair of wide yellow eyes. It was funny to think that he quickly backed off when he saw his own reflection. Francouer looked at himself questioningly, tilting his head as he did so. His attention was soon diverted to what stood past the mirroring glass. It was the Eiffel tower. He looked on sadly (he didn't know why), before going back to the couch to lie down. Soon enough, sleep finally overcame him once more.

Well, thats all for now. Reviews are welcome. :D But I guess there's not much for a first chapter. Au revoir!