Hey! This is my very first Gorgeous Carat fic, and also the very first story to go up on the internet. And it was all typed up with a puppy on my lap.  Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gorgeous Carat or its characters.

Warning: This is a yaoi, there is some violence and probably sexual stuff in the future

Pairing: Florian and Noir

A/N author's note

Starlight

It was strange how the house could suddenly seem so empty. Nothing had changed, everyone was here. Everyone except the house's owner. But how can the absence of one man make a place so empty? Florian sighed and closed the book he'd been reading. He looked around the empty study. His eyes fell on the desk where the brunette usually sat; smoking a cigar, reading, or examining jewels. He could almost see the other man sitting there…

"Oh! Florian, there you are. I thought you'd ran away." Laila said, coming into the study. She smiled as she walked over to him, hiding the fact that part of her wished he really would just go away. She missed the way it used to be before Florian came into her life. When it used to be just her and Noir. Now Noir acted as if his life centered around Florian. If the blonde was gone, he wanted to know why and where. When Laila went somewhere Noir seemed to not even notice. Maybe Noir would never love her the way she loved him, but at least back then she could pretend- she could dream. But she'd never seem Noir so worked up about anyone. Even if Florian and Noir were oblivious to it she wasn't. Noir liked Florian.

Florian stared at Laila. The thought of running away had not crossed his mind. He'd escaped before; surely he could do it again. He could get away from this place; be free! Especially now that his captor was gone. Noir had been away for three whole days. In all of that time, Florian had only wondered where the thief was. No one knew where Noir was so it wasn't as if Florian had to worry about him being alerted. The possibility of escape was so great that Florian was surprised at himself for simply staying.

"You haven't even thought about it." Laila realized, seeing the thoughts plainly on Florian's face. Florian shook his head.

"I wonder why."

Laila sat on the table in front of him. "Maybe you know that he'd come after you anyway, so it would be pointless." She said, trying not to show how it upset her. Florian stared at the empty desk again.

"Why would he waste his time looking for me when he could be doing more important things; like planning a theft, or…:

"He probably has a lot of reasons. Besides, it isn't like he really needs any more money. Or jewels." She said, staring at the pretty blonde. Florian just didn't see that he was important to Noir. He remained unresponsive, which meant that he didn't want to talk anymore. He was just too polite to tell her to go away. She sighed and stood up.

"I'm going shopping. Is there anything you need?" She asked him. He shook his head; no.

Laila left the room, glancing back at the blonde. Maybe he's not hopeless after all. Maybe he likes Noir too. She thought as she closed the door.

Florian's eyes drifted over to the door that led to the thief's bedroom. It was locked of course. No one but Noir was ever allowed into the room. Florian wasn't even sure what the room looked like. He hadn't been in it, but he'd seen Noir go in there on occasion. So he'd gotten a small look at the room. The room where Noir slept on most nights, or where he went when he was annoyed for whatever reason and wanted to be alone. Where are you? Florian asked silently. Though he wouldn't admit it, he missed the phantom thief. A sound brought him to his feet. That noise had come from the bedroom! Was it just his imagination? He walked closer to the door and heard a groan, followed by the sound of something crashing to the floor. Florian tried to open the door, knowing it was locked. His heart beat fast. Either it was the brunette returning or an unwelcome guest had snuck in. If it's him, why would he make so much noise? He's usually so quite. Like a phantom. Florian rammed his shoulder into the door, forcing it open. The brunette looked up with emerald eyes. His brows were furrowed in pain and concentration.

"Flor-agnh!"

Noir fell to the floor and lay there.

"Noir!" Florian called to the man, running over and getting on his knees. The phantom had lost consciousness. Florian flipped the brunette onto his back and gasped when he saw the ripped shirt and blood. His heart felt suddenly heavy and pained. It beat frantically in his chest, worried about the man in front of him so much that it hurt. He pulled the younger man's shirt open as quickly as he could, leaving it to frame the slightly tanned chest. He ran to get bandages and a medical kit. He tended to the big slash on the brunette's side, before stripping off the cape and shirt completely. He picked Noir's unresponsive body up and laid him gently on the bed. Florian looked down at the other man. His head looked uncomfortable. He sat on the bed close to Noir's head and tried to decide what to do. Noir made a small noise in his sleep and readjusted himself with his head in Florian's lap. The blonde stared down at the brunette. He'll be okay. I shouldn't have worried in the first place. I mean, this is my captor... He whipped me! Should I really feel sorry for him? He deserves this! But looking down at the sleeping man his expression softened. He looks so different when he sleeps; so peaceful.. He brushed the other man's hair away from the calm face, revealing a thin two-inch long cut and a bruise on Noir's forehead. He winced, that looked like it had hurt. Florian traced the brunette's face with a delicate finger. He'd seen so many expressions on this man's face. Now it was blank. He could stare at this face all day; and be content doing so. He let his eyes drift down, across the smooth line of Noir's neck, down to his chest, eyes falling on the man's dark nipples. What am I doing! He lay Noir's head gently onto a pillow and stood up. He wanted to be away from the thief, but not too far away. Florian noticed that Noir had knocked a lamp along with a book and a few pens off his table. He tried to catch himself. Florian cleaned it all up. The bulb had shattered in the lamp so he fetched another one. While he was replacing the bulb Noir groaned and took a deep breath.

"Ow."

Florian turned and looked at the bed, seeing that Noir had woken up. Oh good. He's not as injured as I thought. He walked over to the bed. Noir looked up; surprised someone else was in his room. And even more surprised to see that it was Florian.

"What are you doing here? I expected to have to go hunting for you when I returned." Noir said.

Florian shrugged. "I've nowhere to go, really." He said a little sadly.

"Oh." Noir's hand went to his aching head. He didn't know what answer he'd expected from the blond. Why else would he stay here? Surely not because he wanted to. (A/n: gasp! Lol) He heard Florian say something but was lost in though and didn't hear what exactly the other man had said. Suddenly, Florian turned and began walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" Noir demanded. Florian turned to look at the brunette, a look of worry on his face. Is he worse than I thought? Head injury, maybe? Florian wondered. Noir tried to figure out why Florian looked so worried. Had he missed something? Florian had probably told him where he was going when he wasn't listening.

"I'll be back." Florian said in his calm, soothing voice. Noir looked away, frowning at himself. Florian left the room. Does he actually care about me? Noir wondered. He touched the bandaged wound on his side. He knew Florian must've done it. He didn't have to help me but he did anyway… No, it's not about me. He would have helped anyone. He's just too much of a good person to leave anyone hurt. He looked around the room and sighed, closing his eyes. A few moments later he opened them again to see Florian about to turn away, holding a tray of food. "Oh. You aren't asleep after all."

Noir frowned at the tray. "I'm not eating anything Laila made. I don't need to get any worse than I am now." He said. Florian sat the tray of food on the bed.

"Laila didn't make it; I did."

Noir looked at Florian in surprise. He made me food? Florian turned away.

"You don't have to look so shocked. I can cook when I want to." Florian said. "And I wouldn't just let you starve. You need to get your strength back."

Noir felt like showing the blonde that his strength had never left him.

"Why wouldn't you just let me starve?" He asked curiously, not sure he meant to say it aloud. Florian turned back to look at the other man.

"Are you serious?"

"I asked didn't I?"

Florian sighed. "I would feel bad about it; seeing as how it would be my fault." He said. Noir watched him turn away again and almost let it go

"So if it wouldn't be your fault and something happened to me? Then, would you leave me?" He asked. Florian gestured to the bandage on Noir's side.

"What do you think?" He asked. Noir looked away. The blonde was right.

"I don't understand. I thought you hated me?" Noir said a little mockingly. Florian shook his head.

"Then you truly do not understand." He said and walked out the door, leaving Noir alone. Noir sat in bed frowning. Of course I don't understand. But I will! His eyes fell on the tray of food. It smelled good and it even looked good. He had thought that Florian had never cooked before. The blonde had surely had maids who cooked for him all of his life. Then he remembered that Florian's family had been broke. Maybe they couldn't afford the maid anymore so Florian had had to cook his own food. But that didn't mean that he had any sort of cooking skill. Noir tried some of the food and was astonished at the good taste. He ate most of the food then got out of bed to see just how badly hurt he really was. His side hurt, as was to be expected. Noir looked in the mirror and found out why his head hurt so badly. The bruise was purple and red. There was dried blood on the wound. He sighed and tied his hair back. There wasn't much else wrong with him; meaning they'd only got two hits in. He grinned, a little psychotically, and head out of his room. It was time to tell the others of his plans. He found Florian in the kitchen with Laila. The two were busy putting groceries away, talking happily.

tbc