SO It is the weekend and I was like yeah we need some FrUk in this world. Soooooooooooooooo! here we go. Please read and review!
Story time
It was pretty hard to imagine what life would be like without these chains, the ones that bound him. They were mostly words and actions. They were terrible and made his broken heart suffer.
Arthur sat there with a pair of headphones on his ears as he looked in the crooked mirror. He played music from his phone into his ears. The words spoke to him so gently, he couldn't help but to bob his head along to the music and dapping make up over a bruise, it fell over his eye. Sure his brother had come home, he was drunk of course and hit him.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup.
They slither wildly as they slip away.
Across the universe.
Jai guru deva om
It was last week and his head spun so badly that he had to take friday off of school to recover. He let his shoulders sag and he slowly smeared some of his mothers old type of concealer over his face. Little dots and circles around the eyes once shaded in made him look decently normal.
Close up you could see the purplish bruise peeking through the make up if you looked too close to his face. Of course no one got that close to notice and Arthur's bruises and scars. Arthur was thankful for that, it would be quite terrible if anyone found out his older brothers habits. He would most not definitely be doing anything strenuous today.
Sure he had physical education but that was basically a class where people hooked up, they ran off while the coach made them do ruthless games of dodgeball. He had the stupidest people in his Phys Ed class. He preferred to just sit off to the side and read when he wasn't forced to do something. Plus, he had a note that got him out of it for today at least.
He sighed and shook his head as he picked up a small compact mirror on his desk, one that a woman may use, it was small and light, shiny on the outside, it held many scratches but it always made him feel comfort. He remembered when he was younger. In middle school how he had gotten bullied relentlessly for holding this make up compact with him. They called him name after name, but he still kept it with him.
He felt like she was with him when he had it.
He sighed and slipt it into his pocket. "Good Morning mum." He whispered softly patting his pocket and then beginning to walk toward his brothers rooms. He was usually the first one up, being of course the most proper. It was five o'clock on the dot when he was finished getting ready. His hair was perfectly and properly groomed, by that it was messy and all over the place.
He was wearing one of the sweater vests that he had with a clean shirt underneath. He was Student Council President of course. He sighed and then walked to Dylan's room. All of the Kirkland brothers were of course related by blood by they had been raised off with different uncles and aunts only brought together to live in the same house by their parents death.
Arthur sighed and watched Dylan sleeping for a moment and then shaking his head. "You're such a child." He grumbled seeing that his slightly older brother was curled into a ball and hugging a pillow intensely, he sighed and shook his brother's shoulders. "Up you go. School will start soon and you need to get up." He said," It doesn't start until eight o' clock Artie."
Arthur sighed,"Precisely! You need to shower. God knows what you do in the shower, so get your skinny butt up and go shower. Brush your teeth too, you smell as if you have eaten a skunk." He said sighing and then walking out of the room prepared to hear jabs from the Welshman. He just didn't care.
"Alex get up—." There was something thrown at the door once it was opened,"Three hours? Three?! I understand one or two but three?!" Alex yelled. Arthur then sighed rubbing his temples,"If I don't wake you up you won't get up until two or later."
Alex muttered a string of curses and shuffling under his covers. Alfred then inhaled deeply through his nose and breathed out through is mouth. "Allistor wake up, you have to get to work soon. I know you're hung over but I'll leave you something warm on the stove…" He said. Allistor didn't seem to wake up. So Arthur walked over to him and poked his shoulder. He didn't really want to touch him very much or be near him really all that much. He had pinned Arthur down and hit him until he saw dots.
He then began to walk to the side of he bed. "Allistor get up or I am going to call an ambulance." He stated simply. Maybe the Scot has finally poisoned his liver enough. He then sighed and walked into the bathroom, he got a cup of cold water and then just threw it on Allistor's face.
Now that did it. Allistor was jolted awake and then sat up. He took a deep breath and jumped back just incase Allistor was going to lunge at him. He put his hands in front of his face and waited for a few moments until the Scotsman was sitting up and running a hand through is wet hair."Go get out now." Allistor said dangerously.
Arthur couldn't think of a better thing to do. He was planning on leaving early, he wanted to stop somewhere to get a tea, but of course he had work to do at the school. Being Student Council President he had to work on some sort of formal to raise funds for the science club. He sighed and stretched his sore arms from the night before.
Honestly he didn't even want to think about it. His eyes looked downcast as he grabbed his keys from the little cup that they kept them in and headed out to his car.
The Kirkland family was rather well off. Even though their parents had forgone a tragic death in an accident they still had a pretty smashing record company. Allistor pretty much inherited the company, being the oldest and all, but of course being a terrible drunk took its toll and he just hired everyone to do his work for him. The company was going pretty well and they were making a decent amount of money.
Arthur put his keys in the ignition of his car and began to drive. Allistor was still a bit caught up over their parents death, he above all hated Arthur for it. He sighed and looked at the road, that was a long story for a short time. He just kept to the left side of the country side, the reason that he got up so early had only half to do with getting work done.
Arthur wanted to be a doctor.
He wanted to help people and provide aid when needed, he wanted to become someone who could help people who were dying. But so far his life seemed to have a haunting touch of death to it.
So though he was exceptionally bright, his future as a doctor looked thin. Perhaps he would find another money making industry that he could focus on, stocks were always fun. He used to find a way to get his allowance through his parents challenging him with what stocks were for what company and how that would effect their values.
Thinking of that made him smile. It made him happy over all to be honest. He loved his memories, they were the only thing that kept him sane. He sighed and watched the winter glaze over the skies into a miserable grey.
The blond shook his head, while he didn't mind the rain, he did not like winter. It was terrible month for him, the ground was always rigid and angry, and there was always ice. Ice, well that just brought back suppressed memories that he had tried so terribly to forget.
Francis took a deep breath before he left the house. Taking it one day at a time, that was what he needed to do. He sighed as he looked up at the sky, everything had reminded him of her, the sunset, the stars, even summer nights such as this. "Francis, would you like to drive yourself today to school? Or would you like one of the chaffers to take you to school?" A woman asked in a very French accent.
He smiled to her and shook his head,"I will drive myself maman." He said before turning around and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, then the opposing one. "Be careful mon garçon." She said gently before she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders.
It was around six in the morning, a bright, snowy, winters day. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and then sighed as he began to start the car and drive to his school, this was his first day going back since she was gone. He was not sure how he was going to honestly cope with all of this. It was hard enough not to think about her day and night.
She haunted his dreams with her screams of death.
He then rubbed the stubble on his chin and sighed. He began to drive quickly to his destination. He honestly didn't remember much of the road, or when he was driving. He felt a knot in his stomach begin to tighten as he saw the schools sign, it was getting closer and closer.
He sighed and then pulled into a parking spot at the front of the school. He then stepped out of his car, he was tall and very, very blond, his eyes were crystal like, they sometimes differed in color but they were usual a soft and sympathetic color.
He was dressed well, in free clothes which for him meant a suit and a tie, casual of course. He was eighteen and graduating this year. He had an absence since November due to personal reasons but he had gotten caught but by his tutor and was put ahead of the normal student.
He then sighed and shut he door to his car. It was a very, very flashy car. It was one of those kind that you would see drove around in commercials for things that the average person couldn't possibly afford. His family was successful, a record company with few rivals.
He was of course, the oldest and was destined to run the company after his parents were deceased. He sighed and slung a bag over his shoulder and began to walk into the school building.
He paused at the door of the building. It seemed that something struck him there. A memory, gentle and soft as the summer.
Francis began to open the door to the school building and he heard a gentle voice whispering something. Confused he turned about wondering where this random noise had come from,"Merde!" He heard then furrowing his brows and letting his ears lead him to the source.
He walked slowly away from the door. The whispering and the noise seemed to be coming from the shrubbery. He slowly backed up not sure if the bush was talking to him or not. It couldn't be a talking bush, those only existed in fairytales and stupid things such as that.
He peeked around the shrub and chuckled softly. He was half relieved and half curious when he saw a girl in the shrub. Her hair was short, like that of a boys but everything else about her was feminine. She had all of the curves around her body that made Francis stare.
She was gorgeous.
She didn't notice him for a moment but when she did she almost dropped her cell phone, and screamed. "Merde! Uh.. You scared me…I was only—." "Talking to the bush?" Francis added smiling and chuckling with that look he gave when he was mildly intrigued with someone or something.
"It is a really long story…" "How about you explain it to me over dinner?" Francis offered just being his charming self. "Oh no. I have heard plenty about you. I am not going to any dinner with you Monsieur." She said half laughing to herself. "I thank you for the offer." Her accent he would know it anywhere, it was French.
He smiled softly,"Let me know cher if you ever want to go up on the offer. I usually dwell around these parts." He said before he began to walk off,"By the way, I am Francis Bonnefoy, heir of the Bonnefoy record company.
"…Would describe the arrogance.."
He decided because she was pretty he was going to let that one slide,"I feel like I have seen you before…" He said trailing off. "I work for your parents actually, I have an album coming out, in the spring." She said. Francis then nodded,"Yes..I remember…" He said looking at her.
"I still would like to take you out to dinner."
"We'll see, let me get to know you, then we will most certainly see. My name is Jeanne…"
Francis had paused at the door and was just standing there and staring at the window of the door, he felt a pain so real in his heart it was hard to move for a moment. There was a soft and stern voice that brought him out of his stupor.
"Excuse me, but will you please continue on, or step to the side, I have work to do." He turned and his lips pursed in an angry irritation. He wasn't pleased with whom he was facing,"Kirkland…" He grumbled. The Brit's massive eyebrows furrowed and he sighed and pushed past Francis,"Welcome back Frog, I'm sure that someone missed you here," Arthurs words trailed off as he pushed past him.
Francis was shocked by the cruelness of his nemesis.
Of course both of their families had competing labels, whenever they were together they ended up fighting. He could have sworn that Arthur mumbled something as he walked into the school, but Francis felt his broken heart aching and pounding so loud he couldn't hear a word.
Everything was so black and white. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through the day. He sighed and walked down the hall, his expensive leather shoes clicking as he walked on the linoleum floor.
It was most definitely going to be a long day.
Well there you go this is the first chapter of MY FRUK FANFIC! Hell yea, so both of the boys have a bit of pain so they're soon going to do the getting together. WOOP WOOPYEAH SO
LOVE YOU ALL-J