Right, this goes for all the people that are reading 'Newton and his Apple', my CamusXMilo fic. Kardia and Degel are amazing together, so I decided to write a spin off =D

For those who have never read one of mine, I'd like to inform that English is not my first language, so please forgive my grammar mistakes.

Please enjoy!

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Chapter One – Kardia wants

Kardia was a man of action. He was the kind of person who simply… acted. If he thought it was worth it, that is. If it wasn't fun there was a big chance he would ignore it completely. That aside, Kardia had a simple way of seeing things.

If he wants something, he goes after it – and he usually gets it. Tall, strong and good-looking gave him easy love success with whoever he wanted as well as facility with his hard work at the street market.

Not that his life was easy. Poor, he had to work with his parents since he was very young and barely went to school. Mamma had taught him all she could, but you can't say that Kardia was a literate man. Thankfully things were different for his little brother Milo.

Kardia was not the smartest person in the world, but he knew there were things that were important even if he hadn't had the opportunity of understanding them. So he buggered Mamma and Papa day and night to make sure that at least Milo would a have a good education. The kid was smart, and even though he was sure his brother would have to work with the rest of the family, he wanted him to have more opportunities. Thankfully his parents seemed to have taken the advice to heart and did the same with their youngest daughter.

So, you see, Kardia had some good in him despite his brute exterior. But you must not tell anyone that, otherwise you might regret – his family aside, there aren't many people who could bring this good to his rough surface. Actually, there just aren't people who could do that. Even close family friends saw more of his bad side than of the small good one.

As Mamma used to say, Kardia got the worse dose because he was the eldest – while Milo could be loudmouthed and exploded from time to time when he was angry, Kardia would always distillate the venom a while longer. In her own words 'her little scorpions were very alike, but used different strategies'. And again, there weren't people who could put up with Kardia.

Until came the day in which he found a pair of glasses on the street.

It was his lunch break and he was walking around while his parents were taking care of the apple stand. He still had about half an hour until he had to take out more vegetables from the truck to fill in the apple stand and the vegetables stand that Deathmask – their "adopted" one – was taking care of. So he had no hurry and was exploring some of streets behind the market, not looking for anything in particular but curious about his surroundings nonetheless.

He knew that Deathmask's brother-in-law had a flower shop nearby and that there was a small French restaurant around. Not that Kardia would ever set foot on such place where food was probably all fru-fru and most likely sold at an absurd high price.

It was when he was about to turn the corner that he noticed the object shining upon a small stone bench. Inspecting in his hands he saw a pair of glasses with thing but big lenses. It was an elegant object and for some reason he couldn't stop trying to imagine what the owner looked like. He didn't need to try for long, though.

"Oh, good, someone found it." He heard in the distance and turned to look.

Kardia was more than astonished when he saw the most beautiful and regal creature walking towards him. Pale skin and long teal colored hair, the beauty approached him with such grace that he doubted that it was really just a man and not a creature from other world coming near. Right behind came another man, who Kardia disliked immediately, simply because he was walking so close to the angel.

"This yours?" he asked when both men stopped in front of him, secretly proud that he could retain his ability to speak in front of the angel. Then he felt suddenly embarrassed of his jeans and white t-shirt, seeing how formally the men were dressed.

"Yes, thank you." The angel answered with a heavy French accent.

Reluctant, Kardia returned the glasses. He knew the man would leave as soon as he had it, but he was still somewhat mesmerized and most of his movements were on automatic pilot. His biggest regret, though, was that as soon as the man was in possession of his lost object he put it on, giving Kardia little time to look properly at his eyes.

"Be sure to be more careful." He said it with a hinge of growling in his voice. The words left his mouth before he had processed them in his mind, his rudeness mode kicking in by default as he found himself stunned by the pretty creature. No way to take it back now.

Kardia watched as an amused eyebrow rose on the angel's forehead above his newly returned glasses. Was he offended? Probably. Could he do something to make amends? The other man, the one who had eyed him with distaste from the moment he had looked at Kardia, seemed to be in disposition to avoid that.

Suddenly his head was light and he found himself slightly dizzy. Kardia was not a man to be worried about what other people thought of him, but for some reason he wanted to cause a good impression on that alluring teal haired person. He was just not sure whether his body should be reacting that heavily to the man.

"Excuse me, is everything all right?" asked the angel.

No 'Fuck you' nor arrogant indifference, just genuine concern on his voice when he uttered the question, and that surprised Kardia. However, when his heart's pace slowed and his vision began to blur he understood what was happening and a helpless feeling took over his senses.

"Fuck…" he murmured as he had to take a few steps back to balance himself.

"What is it?" the man asked again, taking s few steps further to maintain the same distance between them, his voice was clearly worried.

"Diabetes…" great, now his speech was impaired too "Having a crisis."

Kardia had only time to see the angel going forward to hold his arm before he stopped registering what was happening around him.

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When Kardia opened his eyes again, he was still filling weak, but better. The earlier moments were a blur to him and he had no idea what had happened, but a sweet taste on his tongue told him that someone had known the right thing to do.

Looking around he found himself sat on a comfortable leather chair. Not a hospital, good. It was some kind of a small office. The air smelled of some kind of food, although he could not quite identify what. Then it dawned upon him. The owner of the French restaurant.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kardia looked up to see the angel coming in with a tray on his hands.

"Yes. Did you treat me?"

"Unity and I carried you here, since it was not far, and I made you swallow the sweetest thing I could find on the restaurant. You were a bit out of it for a few moments, though." He answered while placing the tray in front of Kardia.

There was a huge plate of pasta there and a glass with something that resembled juice on the tray. He simply looked at it, then looked up at the man.

"Eat it." The other probed him and sat in a chair on the other side of the desk.

"I've already had lunch." He said and remembered to add quickly "Thank you, though. There was no need to go through all this trouble."

"Nonsense. I assure you it will fall lightly on your stomach, and you need the nutrients. You must still be weak. Eat it." The French insisted.

For a moment they just looked at each other. A theory had slowly been forming inside his mind, but Kardia was forced to abandon it. The man really was gorgeous and it was not a side effect of his previous crisis, if he had ever been lucid it was the moment he laid eyes on that angel.

Said angel had a somewhat annoyed expression on his face now. Curious about what he would do, Kardia watched the other man sigh and bring the chair closer to the desk. They were face to face now, with only the wooden desk between them, and he felt himself freezing on his place. It was both odd and soothing at the same time.

"I am sorry, you don't even know my name. I suppose it is wise to not accept food from a total stranger, even if said stranger had just saved your life." There was a small smile on his face and Kardia felt himself smirk at how sexy his French accent rolled through his lips, still he forced his mind to pay attention to the following words "I am Degel. I own this restaurant and I made this pasta myself. I would feel better if you ate, but I'll understand if you don't want to."

He took his moment to watch and memorize Degel's face. Through the glasses he could see his eyes and it was possible to tell the French was being sincere. Finally, he nodded and took the fork sitting beside the plate.

"Kardia."

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"Are you sure you can get there by yourself?"

"Relax Monsieur French, I can take care of myself." He answered as he was following Degel to the back door.

"Oh, so that's why you were walking alone even though you knew you could have a crisis."

Kardia smirked at the sarcasm in his voice. During the last hour he discovered that Degel was a man of few words but of strong personality and that served to fuel his interest on the French.

On his way out he noticed a basket of fruits near the door and the apples stood out to him. Having growing apples his entire life, he could tell from one look they were not the best quality. Immediately an idea to see Degel again was formed on his mind.

"If you ever happen to want the best apple in the city, stop by the street market nearby." He said, taking an apple from the basket.

"Oh?" Degel turned to look curious at him.

Kardia chuckled and threw him the apple. "The third stand by the corner." He said before he left without saying anything else, enjoying the intense eyes on his back as he crossed the door.

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He walked back slowly to the market. Not because he was weak or anything – not only was the pasta delicious, but also gave him sudden energy. Oh no, his leisure was due to something else, something that had to do with that French chef.

When he arrived at the market he first saw Deathmask. The Italian was just finishing a sell and acknowledged him with a nod. Kardia nodded back and waited for the client to go.

"Hey. Your parents are furious that you disappeared."

"Lost track of the time." Or, to be more accurate, lost track of reality – in more ways than the one of his disease.

"They had to send Milo to fetch the stuff at the truck and we all had to endure him complaining about you." Deathmask pointed at Milo with his head

Kardia watched his brother. Milo was by the apple stand but his mind seemed far far away, his eyes were apparently searching something in the middle of the crowded street.

"He doesn't seem to have minded much."

"He was bragging all the way until he bumped into a man and everything fell to the ground. The lucky bastard even managed to sell a good load of apples to the man. That didn't stop your mother to whack his head, of course."

He was only mildly curious about the situation; everyone knew that Milo's mood could change quickly. All Kardia could think about was the way his hair fell upon his shoulder, the royal way that Degel carried himself with, the way his French accent seemed so sexy to his ears. All he could think was that he wanted the French.

Yes, most definitely Degel fell into the category of something Kardia wanted, and as noted earlier, if Kardia wants something he goes and get it.

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And there you go, first chapter!

I will carry this along with 'Newton and his Apple', but this one will probably be a bit shorter.

Thank you for reading.

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