Warning: Eventual yaoi, possibly foul la nguage, and possible OOCness (i'll try t o work on that)
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"Hey, Claude!" Alois greeted his long time friend at breakfast. He'd been visiting during his vacation when the whole we -kissed-one-meaningless-time debacle arose.
"Morning, Alois." He greeted back.
"So you're like, really smart, right?" He asked. Claude raised a brow, taking a bite of his cereal.
"Morning you two, try not to kiss while I make myself some coffee." Hana greeted, stepping into the dining room/kitchen. Alois stuck out his tongue, giving Claude enough time to finish swallowing before answering.
"You could say that... But I'm nothing exceptional." Claude said, doing his best to stay modest.
"Yeah, yeah. Do you recognize this poem?" Alois asked, sliding Claude the transcribed bit of Ciel's letter. Claude read it over carefully, not expecting a test of his intelligence this early in the mor ning.
"I'd say... Latin. But, I never really pay attention in Latin class, so, I'm afraid I can't help translate." Claude said, frowning apologetically.
"No! You did great. Thanks man!" Alois said, leaping from his seat. "Well I'm off!" He announced, hugging his sister.
"Where to?" She asked.
"To life!" He declared, running to his bedroom to get dressed.
Alois returned home that night, tired and defeated. He'd had no luck finding the boy or translating the letter.
But, he wasn't ready to give up just yet. It simply wasn't Alois's style. So, with a heavy heart, Alois grabbed the empty violin case, save for the rag, the letter, and rosin, and threw it in his truck.
"I'll be back!" He called down the hall, though he wasn't even sure if his sister was awake.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, biting his lip. Honestly, he could just try and translate it using the internet, but that was no fun.
But, he supposed, he could use it if it came down to that. Well, his plan for tonight was to return the violin case, and hope the boy would be there. It honestly seemed like a long shot, but it was his only shot.
He parked his truck closer to the gazebo this time, having a goal for his destination. The moment he stepped foot outside of his truck, he heard it.
The violin.
Tonight's melody was a bit faster and seemed to have more to say. It wasn't just sad like the last one, it was full of life and adventure. Alois grabbed the violin case and nearly ran to the gazebo.
He hid in the same bush as last time and crouched down to listen. He made a face of surprise when the boy did something impressive.
Alois didn't know much about violins or any instrument for that matter. But when he looked at how fast the boys fingers were moving and how they slid up and down the neck, and the precise flicks of his bow... He was sure it was impressive.
When the song was over Alois slowly stood up, raising the violin case over his head.
"I have this!" He immediately announced, not wanting a repeat of the night before. When it was clear the boy wouldn't run, Alois looked up, he was a bit more illuminated tonight, the moon being brighter.
The boy held out his hand expectantly. Alois chuckled and stepped up to the platform, handing the boy the case.
"I'm Alois." The curly haired man greeted eagerly. The boy kneeled to begin putting his violin back in it's proper home.
But he froze, lifting the flap of the second compartment.
"Alois... You read it..." He said, without even bothering to look up. Alois was startled by the sudden sound of his voice. It was cool and whispy, like a winter breeze. The kind that made hot coco just right.
"Ah... I'm sorry." Alois nodded.
"No. It was written to be read." The boy said, this time tilting his head slightly to look up at Alois. Alois grinned, now being able to tell the boy had a British accent. It was cute.
"Well, I'm still sorry for invading your privacy." He said, just to be sure.
"... have you ever heard Meltdown?" The boy asked suddenly, still not putting away his violin.
"What, is it like a band?"
The boy stood and held his violin at the ready.
"No, it is like a song," he winked, mocking Alois playfully, Alois felt his heart flutter. The boy closed his eyes and began a new song, this time aware of his audience. Alois took a few steps back to truly appreciate the boys beauty. From the light, he could tell the boy was slender, with pale flesh. His hair, which appeared to be black, framed his face nicely.
Alois watched with his jaw dropped. This was the most impressive display yet. His hand moved so quickly, and his fingers could expertly reach anywhere on the violin, jumping down and playing the highest notes.
The song was fun and upbeat, with a small interlude of sadness in the middle, then picking back up again with, what sounded to Alois, like a woman screaming.
When the boy finished his song Alois clapped like a mad man, thoroughly impressed.
"Wow, I don't even know what to say! You're amazing." Alois giggled.
"Hm..." The boy hummed, kneeling to real y put away his instrument this time.
"Do you go to school around here?" Alois asked, suddenly feeling like the boy was going to leave and panicking.
"No. I came here for a job..." He mumbled, hiking his violin case over his shoulder.
"Ah, well I go to college over at the University. When you graduate, have you decided on a college?" Alois asked innocently. The boy couldn't help but grin.
"When I graduate..." He mused, turning to walk away.
"Yeah, hey! What so funny about that!" Alois called.
"Nothing." The boy said dismissively.
"Wait!"
"I never said you couldn't follow..." The boy said, stopping suddenly and turning to look up at Alois. The man immediately got the message and ran after the boy.
The violinist stayed silent until they reached the parking lot. Alois felt his heart flutter again, shaking off all that ice, when they boy grabbed onto Alois's hand.
"Here." He said, leading Alois to a blue motorcycle. He took Alois's hand and lifted it up. His hand was cold, but soft. However, sadly, the boy soon replaced his hand with a helmet. Alois's eyes widened.
"No thanks! I brought my own truck!" He tried.
"You think I'll crash?" The boy asked, swinging his leg over and starting his bike.
"No! It's just... Aren't these things like a death trap?" Alois asked, frowning.
"Yes, that sounds about right." The boy grinned.
"I can't." Alois said.
"Suit yourself." The boy sighed, looking at Alois disappointedly. "Once a coward … Anyway, I'll be at Mitch's." He said, before pulling away, leaving Alois with the helmet in his hands.
Mitch's was a casual diner, just down the road, one could walk there from the park even. Alois frowned at being such a coward in front of the boy, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't put his life in the hands of something like that. Too dangerous.
Besides, being in his truck gave him time to call his sister.
"Hello? Alois?" Her voice asked over the speaker.
"Yeah, hey. I'll be home late. Don't wait up, but leave the key out, I forgot mine again." He chuckled.
"Alois, you've gotta stop doing that." She sighed. "Okay, I'll leave it out. Try not to wake me up when you come home," she warned.
"Yes sir." Alois grinned and hung up, just in time to pull into Mitch's parking lot, right next to the familiar blue motorcycle.
He got out and locked his truck, thinking only now this will be his first time really seeing the boy. He fingered the helmet in his hands nervously, what if he was ugly?
No! Alois, you are not that shallow! He thought to himself chidingly.
He walked into the restaurant and looked around for the familiar violin case. He smiled when seeing it and started making his way towards the table. He, very slowly, let his eyes look at the boy.
First the talented pale hand, then the blue sleeve sticking out beneath the leather jacket, then the shoulder, laid down collar, pale neck, finally, his face.
His lips were gentle and red, his nose small and button like, his eyes a gorgeous midnight blue, and his perfectly arched eyebrow pierced.
Alois dropped the helmet. He was gorgeous, pretty didn't even begin to describe him! With his long lashes and almond shaped eyes, and gentle, but noticeable cheek bones. But… there was something wrong. He wore an eye patch over his right eye.
The boy looked up at hearing the helmet dropped, tucking some blue, not black, hair behind his ear. He frowned at his helmet on the ground and looked up at Alois expectantly.
Alois grinned sheepishly and picked it up, moving to sit at the boys table.
"Uh... Hi." he said awkwardly.
"Evening." The boy greeted back, staring intently at the menu. He slid one across the table to Alois. "My treat." The boy said, looking up and grinning at Alois. The curly haired blond was sure his cheeks were red.
"Ah... Wow, thanks!" He said, looking at the menu. "So, you were born in England?"
"Yes. Grew up in Winchester. At Wammy's House." He said, sipping at his water.
"Oh... Like Foster care...? Im sorry..."
"No. Like an orphanage. Ah, it's not like that. I've long since come to terms. It's not a big deal." He waved dismissively.
Alois stared at him, his voice was so nice... And enticing, almost familiar.
"You been playing the violin long...?"
"Well, I picked it up again when I was in eighth grade. So, around four years." He said.
"Good evening! How are you? Ahhh Ciel, i t's been too long!" The interruption was brought about by a grinning, tall, blond man.
"I've been good Baldo." The boy said. Alois raised a brow, so he was Ciel.
"Ah, and look! You brought a date!" The man smiled, patting Alois's arm. "I'll bring a candle, more romantic!" He said.
"But I'm not-" Alois tried, but the man bolted away far too quickly. Ciel just continued looking at the menu. "... So, your name is Ciel?"
"Yes, I assumed you knew. From the letter."
"Well, I thought, maybe it was written for you, not by you. Ah! Speaking of the letter! What does the Latin part mean?" Alois asked. Ciel frowned and looked up at Alois.
He pulled a small electronic device from his pocket and snapped a photo of Alois. He looked at the picture for a moment before tucking the thing back in his pocket.
"If God has foresaken me, then I shall forsake god." He said, smiling when the man brought over a candle. "I'll have the usual." Ciel said.
"Oh, uhm, coke and a cheeseburger please . And fries." Alois said, smiling. The man laughed.
"Anything for a date of Ciel's!" He said, taking the menus and walking away.
"Only the oppressed may possess a black key,
I close all doors
Thus I seal away all prayers.
However
who protects me?
From the most frightful: myself." he recited, sipping at his water again.
"Oh... Wow..." Alois was in love. Decidedly and unarguably.
"Yeah... But I'm not very good with Latin. I mean, pronouncing everything. Dead language and all." He said. The manager came back over, holding a tray with various things.
"Ciel, your soup. And your cake, and finally your soda. And for your date burger and fries with a coke." He said, smiling. "You two have a great time. On the house, as usual." The blonde man chuckled.
"Thanks, Baldo."
"Anytime. Anything for you hah!" He giggled, walking away.
"On the house?" Alois asked, raising a brow.
"He likes me. I did him a favor once. It 's a long story." Ciel said, immediately grabbing his soda and downing half of it.
"Eat." He encouraged.
Alois smiled and nodded, doing as he was told.
"So, you know any other languages?" Alois asked, nibbling at his fries. He finished off the burger a little after Ciel finished his soup, now he was on to the cake.
"A few." He mumbled dismissively. "What is your major?" He asked, changing the subject not so gracefully.
"Well, it's a little complicated. I've changed it a bunch, but this week is bioengineering." He said.
"Ah, a good choice. I considered that one. But, it's a little too boring since they outlawed human experimentation." Ciel sighed, polishing off his cake, save for one bite, which he offered Alois, looking up at him, grinning.
Alois was sure his cheeks were red again, taking the offered desert. Ciel finished his third soda and stood up.
"Baldo, we're leaving!" He called, lifting his violin and heading towards the door.
"Have a good night!" Baldroy called.
Ciel held the door open for Alois like a proper gentlemen. Ciel walked him to his truck.
"Ah, thanks." Alois said awkwardly, not really sure if this was a date anymore or not.
"Of course. You'll stop stalking me now, right?" Ciel asked playfully.
"I was not! I just..."
"Watched me from the bushes two night row and took my violin case." Ciel said matter of factly.
"Well... When you put it like that..." Alois groaned, realizing how Ciel saw him .
"When put like that, it's cute." Ciel finished again, grinning. Alois knew his face was bright red this time, feeling the heat from his own cheeks.
"You've got a cell phone, yes? Everybody does nowadays..." Ciel mumbled the last bit to himself.
"A cell... A yes! I do." Alois fumbled a bit, trying to pull his phone out. Ciel just stared at him expectantly, easily pulling out his own mobile.
"Number then?" Ciel asked, tapping the touch screen a few times naturally.
"ah, 234 772 8685." He said, smiling she epishly.
"Okay." Ciel said, saving it. "I sent you a text, so you'll have my number as well." Ciel said, turning to walk away.
"Ah... Thanks for dinner!" Alois yelled.
"Thanks for clapping." Ciel returned, climbing onto his bike and speeding away.
Alois couldn't help but grin widely, hopping into his truck. He slid his phone back into his pocket, turning up his stereo.
There you have it, I hope you enjoyed Ch apter two! Expect chater three and Sebastian soon!
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