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Chapter Two.
Arthur.
Everything was dead silence. A minute must have passed, and his heart rate was increasing every second that passed. He never knew he could a miss a voice that much. He spent the year travelling around the world, doing odd jobs here and there, and once doing a whole extraction job in Asia.
Her words still hung on the air, and he didn't know if he should just turn around and greet her, or if he should just walk away. He decided on the first option; Ariadne would surely follow him is he walked away.
Arthur lowered his head, and slowly turned around. She was on her feet, and the sketchpad she was once holding on the ground. Her eyes brightened the moment their eyes met. Arthur felt a smile twitching on his lips.
"It is you!" She smiled. He for once, didn't know what to say. It's not like, hey! How are ya? Long time no see! This was much more awkward for that. Eames would have had some smarty comeback, but all he managed to mutter, "Yeah. Hi Ariadne".
Ariadne.
This was weird. Arthur was here, right in front of her. She dreamed of what she would say to him, but the words stuck to the back of her throat. "So how you've been?" She asked. Arthur snapped out of whatever he was in, and responded, "I've been good. Was in the states for a little bit after the Fischer job, travelled, and I stopped in Paris". Ariadne nodded, and he motioned for her to sit down.
He moved her sketch pad for her, and he started flipping through the pages. Ariadne was fine with it, only until she remembered the Arthur doodles in the back of the book. Frantic, she looked at what page he was on, he was close to them. She grabbed the book from his hands, and clutched it to her chest. "That's it" She croaked.
He shot her a smirk. "What's in the book Ariadne?" He asked smoothly. "Birds" She said, it was the first thing she thought of. "Birds?" He asked. She gulped, and nodded. He chuckled, and became very interested in his tie. Ariadne stuffed the book in her bag, and looked back at him. She studied his features secretly, and suddenly she remembered something.
"You sent me that box last night didn't you?" She blurted out. She didn't realize she was leaning into him before his head snapped up to look at her. Their faces were only inches away from each other's, and Ariadne could feel her heart pounding against her chest. She reached into her pocket, and gripped her chess piece. This can't be happening She thought.
Arthur.
He probably would have answered her question if not a hand gripped his shoulder and threw him back. Arthur looked at his attacker, and saw a boy, maybe only a little older than Ariadne herself. Arthur rolled up his suit shirt sleeves and looked at him.
"Leave my girlfriend alone" He said. Arthur felt his heart lurch. Ariadne loved someone else He realized. Arthur was easily a foot taller the n this man, and for some reason, the feeling was washed away by something else; anger, jealously, hatred. "Chase!" Ariadne cried out Arthur's eyes flicker to her, and then back to Chase.
"Nothing happened" He said through closed teeth. "Didn't look like nothing," Chase accused. Suddenly, Chase's fist shot out, aiming for Arthur's jaw. It was a blind shot, Arthur easily dodged, and punched his attacker's stomach. Chase stumbled, and looked back. Chase threw himself at Arthur. Arthur took most of the blow, only to grab hold of Chase's collar and punch him square in the jaw.
"Arthur!" Ariadne screamed. Her voice distracted him, and his grip on Chase loosened. Chase took this time to squirm out, and hit Arthur in the mouth. Arthur felt sometime metallic in his mouth. He touched his lip, and his fingers were red.
Cursing, he spit on the ground, and fully attacked Chase. Ariadne kept yelling, but Arthur couldn't hear her. He managed to hit Chase in the jaw again, and push him back. Chase glared at Arthur, and was about to tackle him if Ariadne hadn't jumped in front of Arthur.
"Move" Chase growled. Ariadne looked at Chase square in the eye and answered, "Stop it. Arthur is my friend". Arthur's spine tingled as his name and friend were mentioned in the same sentence. He almost felt like going up to Chase's face and yelling Hah!. But that would be unlike him. Instead, he kept glaring at Chase.
Chase and Ariadne glared at each other, but Arthur spit on the ground, and walked away. Before leaving though, he turned and pointed a finger at Ariadne. "We need to talk" He growled, just loud enough for her to hear. And with that he left.
Ariadne.
She watched Arthur's back as he left. "So you choose to defend him over me? Your own boyfriend?" Chase almost screams at her. "You didn't have to attack him!" She muttered. Chase was beaten up pretty bad, but all Ariadne could think of was Arthur. His last remark to her felt cold, and she couldn't help think he was mad at her.
Ariadne, grabbed her bag, and walked away from Chase. "Don't think about even calling me!" Chase yelled after her. Really? She though dryly. She returned home, and made a beeline to the kitchen. She started the card in her hand, and the phone.
Ariadne dropped the card, and stumbled to her room. It was only 9 in the morning. It was great to see Arthur again, but not like that She thought. And to think she thought that Arthur had totally forgotten about her, not even bothering to call after a year. But she hadn't called him.
Sighing, she walked to the couch, and turned on the news.
And now French authorites seem to be looking for a mssing man. He was reported last seen driving away from a popular French casino. If you have any details, or recognize this man, please call the police at 1-342-54…
Ariadne looked at the screen to see which man had gone missing. She gasped. It was Eames.