Since I was reading a lot of FF for the meantime, I decided to put up my own series in AU. This is one of my favorite pairings in the Reborn! Universe, 69100/10069. Somehow, the idea of the setting being in France amuses me a lot especially reminds me of the same guy in Hetalia. –shot- But please, R&R. This is my first story, please appreciate it.
I also apologize for the grammatical errors though.
In Your Eyes.
Set in Paris, France. Bon appetit.
It wasn't really a predicament in France that you would be seeing painters, artists and models roaming all around Paris. It was somehow a normal image in the life of a normal journalist who took his time sleeping in an apartment near the Eiffel Tower, without anyone to disturb him.
Paris was a splendid city.
You would be able to see ladies being wrapped around the fingers of gentlemen who managed to capture their hearts in clubs, limousines driving around the plaza and the fountains bringing light and life to the streets. There would be cars drifting in the highways from the clear view above the rooftops, and the Place de la Bastille could be photographed with a high definition camera with no more a mile away.
Surely, the city would be noted of the La Defense arrondissement where a certain lavender-eyed albino can be seen driving his Ferrari along the paths towards his house, carrying several groceries at the back seat. Trees were bringing up the vivid green color of the pastures on the front lawns of the houses, along with cars of different brands and sorts parked along the sidewalk. The road was a bit too wide for people to come along; it was simply dangerous for anyone to cross especially when someone was driving at a good 80 kilometers per hour.
He was living in a noted key suburban city southwest of Paris, but sometimes, this man considered living in the Avenue des Champs-Élysées, where luxury was at its finest.
The man was at his mid-20s, a small tattoo can be seen marking below his left eye. He hummed discreetly as he entered the garage and parked it alongside the long line of bicycles near the toolboxes. He seemed serene as he pressed a button on his car keys, closing the garage doors as he jumped out of the cab.
"I'm home," The man greeted at the back door of the kitchen as he went to bring in the groceries.
"Byakuran!" A young green haired girl with short, cropped hair greeted him with a running hug as he placed the bags on the counter. The girl's mother, who seemed to have the same appearance yet older and long hair tied in a ponytail behind her head, smiled and helped pick up the rest from the car.
Byakuran smiled at the small child and patted her head.
"I'm finally back~"
Byakuran took his time to reside in the privacy of his room, after playing with his 'younger sister' Yuni, and helping out her mother Aria in the kitchen.
The walls were painted with a thick white, small picture frames hung themselves on the wall above his study desk. He had a small photo in a frame standing beside his laptop, which reminded him of the days he had back in high school.
There was a redhaired boy with glasses whom he had an arm slung around his own shoulder by Byakuran himself, and beside him was a blond tall guy with a curl on the left side of his head with a lollipop being chewed absentmindedly in his mouth. Beside Byakuran was an indigo haired teen that had strange pineapple hair that was noticeable on his features. He had an unusual red right eye with a Japanese kanji number in it. Not far from them were two Japanese teenagers who was taller than the other, the other had a grinning look on his face unlike the other having a near scowl on his lips.
Byakuran stared in wonder at the pictures, a string of thoughts passing through his mind. He reminded himself before that it would've been better if he had gone back to the past, and made things better towards the present.
He wasn't able to control time and space though, so it was all damn useless.
But would he want to go through the same cycle again?
The next day Byakuran left his house early, meeting along with Gamma in the living room. He found the light blond man polishing his billiard cues on the table, along with Yuni sleeping on his lap.
"I'll be going, Dad." He remarked, catching the old man's attention from his work. Gamma instead waved in dismissal to the albino, returning his focus to his cleaning. Byakuran sometimes wondered on why he came to put up with a family like this, but he knew that he had nowhere to go…
…for he was only an orphan.
He knew when he was adopted by Luce, Aria's mother, when she was still alive. Unfortunately, she died a few years past, her smile was only the one replaying and reappearing on his head everytime they spoke of her.
However, he shrugged off the fact as he arrived in his workplace, an office somewhere in one of the tall buildings in La Defense. He could see the cars whirring around early in the morning as people were walking briskly in the streets, as of 6: 30 in the morning. His eyes widened at the surprise awaiting him on his desk.
Orchids.
Were.
Everywhere.
There was a single bouquet wrapped in designed plastic that sat in the middle of all the folders, along with a small placard on one of the orchids flung on his documents.
Hello.
-Leo.
If you want to guess who's Leo, it's up to you. :D
-AbandonWolf3 signing out.