Author's Note:
This is just a short piece I wrote during a bus ride. Please leave reviews & such! I plan to write more about Alois in the future :3
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Alois Trancy loved to dance.
As a child he and his brother, Luca, would spend many hours practicing how to dance through the streets of their home town. Many people would frown down on the boys for doing such a thing, for they did not know how to probably ballroom dance, but the boys would continue to do so anyways.
"One day I want to dance with a bunch of pretty girls!" Luca would giggle.
"We both will," Alois would always correct and tickle his brother.
The only problem was that the two boys had no one to teach them how to dance at all. Alois dreamed of learning how to Spanish dance, with a rose between his teeth and a cute little suit.
It was Luca's dream as well to learn how to Spanish dance, so he could make his big brother proud, for he looked up to him a great bit.
But that day would never come.
...
After Alois had gained Claude as a butler, he laid on a couch in the main room, thinking about the past with his brother.
"Claude?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of a chandler that hung from the ceiling. "Do you know how to dance?"
"Dance? Why?" Claude asked, adjusting his glasses with his usually emotionless look.
"I want to learn how to Spanish dance."
"Spanish dance?" He questioned.
"You know, like they do with the girls in the pretty dresses and the guys with the roses between their teeth," he jumped onto the couch then off of it, dancing around Claude playfully before clapping his hands, "Oh and they go, OLE! a lot." He giggled.
"I'm not aware of that kind of dancing."
"But, Claude." The blonde pouted, "I wish for you to teach it to me."
Claude sighed quietly, putting his glasses in his pocket. "If I must."
Alois was a naturally good dancer, and thus he caught on to the steps and movements Claude taught him quite quickly. The boy smiled with each step he made, adding in his own head movements as he danced to make it feel more realistic.
"Something doesn't feel right." Alois pouted, then a slow, wide grin grew on his face as he ran out into the garden and back, a rose between his teeth. "We may now continue."
The demon rolled his eyes, but obliged, dancing with the boy throughout the ballroom.
It was almost as if Luca was watching, laughing as he watched his brother dance around the room like a professional. Deep down inside, the boy was crying, wishing it was his brother who was in his arms, dancing around the room with him, but instead he smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" The butler groaned.
"I was just remembering how Luca and I used to wish to dance like this." Alois stopped, letting the rose fall from his lips onto the ground as he smiled at Claude, hugging him for the briefest of moments. "Thank you, Claude."
Before the demon could respond, the boy had already run outside into the garden.
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It was a few hours since their dance lessons and the sun had begun to set once more. Claude ventured outside to find his master, looking throughout the flower beds and hedges and found not one site of him.
It was only later he found the boy asleep on the gazebo, a flower in his hand and a smile on his face. The demon picked the boy up in his arms, the blonde of his bangs covering his closed eyes, and looked down at where he slept.
On the ground Alois had drawn a picture of he and his brother dancing, and from the looks of the trampled grass outside, he had shown Luca how he had done so as well.
"I will never understand you, Young Master," Claude smiled the slightest bit, "But you are quite interesting, for a human." He laughed slightly, carrying the boy into his room, tucking him in, and then leaving him to go into the ballroom, practising the waltz, for he was preparing to teach Alois a lot more than Spanish dancing.