The Sun & The Moon by fountainofroses
Thanks for the reviews BlueWings900, Chaos of Light and Dark and theifkingbakura1, and MyChemicalBetrayal I have new reviewers :~ ) am happy. Yeah sorry about the last chapter I had posted it the day before hand but I didn't realise that the site didn't take. So I had to repost it.
To BlueWings900: Alessandro isn't perfect and he knows that and he lied in the manga as well. A couple of times.
To Chaos: Sorry, Alec doesn't have a plan he's just moving around city to city, having fun well as much fun a runaway can.
… I've lost my book. Book, book, where are you? (Sing song voice) … found it under the covers of my made bed …? Onwards Brain and fingers… I am a bit of a Wehrdo. I have had a lot of sugar this morning, me hyper.
Chapter Four
It has been a month and a half since Alessandro left Rome. Already he was smiling more, standing straighter, more confident in himself and physically looked healthier. Gone were the pimples that had covered his face, the sickly pale skin had turned to a healthier tone with a slight ting of colour from the weather, and he had grown taller, though only by a couple of inches.
Alessandro had stayed in Prague only 4 hours when he noticed another AX agent lurking around, so quickly moved on to Frankfurt, where he heard that there would be a festival and interested decide to investigate it.
He arrived in Frankfurt a few hours before the festival began and checked a room at an inn on the high street. The Inn was called The Silver Horse, and it needed another waiter for the festival. So Alessandro who had realised that his money was lower then he would have liked it, applied for the job. The bar attendant looked him up and down but in the end agreed noticing that the position wasn't going to get filled in time for the festival. So Alessandro happily spent the next couple of days delivering beer to drunken men, and wine to the tipsy ladies and showing travelers to their rooms. While enjoying the festivity and parades during his hours off. After the excitement went away the boss smiled, gave Alessandro his money and thanked him for the help.
After that Alessandro went to Uber Berlin and it was there that he discovered that he could program computers or at least had the skill for it. Alessandro was so excited by the fact that he could do something that his siblings couldn't, they knew how to boss others around, how to apply force politically, and they were of course really smart, but now he knew he had a special talent other then being a puppet and computer programming turned out to be lots of fun for him. So with this newfound knowledge he found a few books on the subject and started to read them learning as he traveled yet again to Amsterdam.
Upon arriving there he quickly found a room at another inn for the night, he didn't wish to be found wondering the streets in this city at night. He had heard from many that this place was ruled by some group known as the Count Four all whom were vampires. So staying inside, he read some more, clearly happy and content.
Around 2 in the morning he heard a loud crashing noise coming from below, the sound had woke him. As he listened to the argument he packed his bags as quietly as he could and snuck out of his room. What he saw made him back away into the shadows and hide.
Bother Petros was yelling at the top of his voice, asking the poor Inman if he had seen anyone with acne on their face, soft light brown hair, grayish eyes and had a small whimper of a voice. Alessandro rolled his eyes at the rather poor description of him, and nearly gave away his cover from trying not to laugh at the ridiculous display Brother Andrew was putting on too farther describe him. Like pretending to cry and act all shy would help, the Inman was actual smiling at the antics of the small brother, until Petros went red in the face and started insulting the man. At this Alessandro decided to creep to the back entrance and ran, he got about two blocks away when he heard Petros yell really loudly, to the point that within a few seconds every window in the area had their curtains opened to the reveal the faces of the houses occupants. Alessandro ran like crazy, towards the harbor. There he hid near the ships to catch his breath.
"Alright there, laddy." Twisting around quickly and falling over the ropes, Alessandro saw a dark skinned sailor holding a crate on his shoulders.
"Yeah! Sorry. I was looking for a boat that's going to Londinium or even Dover I am not really fussed" Alessandro smiled getting back on his feet. The sailor shook his head it was obvious the boy had been hiding the question is why?
"Well as I understand it, my ship is heading for Londinium you can try asking the captain. Come on the ship this way." The sailor turned around and started to head of in the direction of the ship, but as he passed a bag that had a serial number on it he turned back to Alessandro who was following, "Mind picking that up, lad it's for the kitchen on our ship."
Alessandro looked at the bag and shouldering his other bag, picked it up, and man was it heavy Alessandro nearly fell over again, due to its weight. The sailor laughed, "Ambit heavy lad, try not to fall." As they got closer to the massive ship 'The White Angel' Alessandro saw a couple of Inquisition just down the far end of the harbor, seriously their bright red clothes kind of make them hard to miss, and their loudness. Alessandro was grateful for the low light and even for the heavy bag that was making his arms sore, it made for a good disguise as long as they didn't come too close they'll just mistake him for another sailor.
"Are they looking for you lad?" The sailor noticed the loud men, and the frighten though determined look of the lad beside him.
Alessandro looked at him "umm, yeah I kind of ran away from them, ages ago almost a month now. Please don't say anything, I have too last as long as possible." The sailor stared at him, then chuckled, a big smile appearing on his face.
"So you're the Runaway Pope". Alessandro took a step back, shocked.
"What makes you think that?" Alessandro asked the smiling sailor but inside he was saying 'CRAP' over and over. The sailor actually laughed, a big throaty laugh.
"Let's just say it was obvious. You got nothing to fear, I won't hand you over and I doubt anyone else will on the ship either. We aren't very religious and if what I've heard about you is true that you're just a puppet, then handing over an unwilling child just so they can have a power play wouldn't be right and I'll be walking straight into hell for it if I did." Alessandro eyes grew wide and a truly beautiful smile graced the sailor, but noticing that the Inquisition was now marching down the peer made the young pope's smile drop.
"Stay close too me and keep your head down," Then the sailor placed his wide rim hat on top of the boy's head. "Now follow, try to act like a sailor-boy." Alessandro did what the man said and heaved the bags more onto his shoulders and kept his head down as he walked behind the older sailor. The sailor nodded in improvement thanking the ocean that the boy wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just a little more ways to the ship.
"HALT!" A voice shouted making both the sailor and sailor-boy jump. Turning around the sailor came face to face with the hugely tall and rather grumpy chief of the Inquisition.
"How about you continue on head Timmy tell the captain not to leave without me, okay."
Alessandro noted that the man was talking to him so putting on his best impression of a boy who lived at sea replied, "Yes sir, I'll tell captain." And went ahead up the wide boarding plank and onto the ship where he came face to face with another man wearing a neater uniform.
"All good, Thomas, do what you have to. We'll wait. As for you, Timmy? You can place the bags in the kitchen." Alessandro nodded and headed in the direction the captain pointed.
After seeing the young boy had headed off, Thomas turned his attention back to the knight. "So what can I help you with, good sir?" He asked keeping his voice steady.
The knight scoffed, "Have you seen a young boy around 16 years of age, heaps of pimples on his face, seemed weak and frightened, has light brown hair, and grayish eyes?" The sailor stood there, clearly thinking. "Nope sorry, I haven't seen anyone like that. Do you have a picture?"
"No I don't" turning his helmet head to the captain, "what about you?" The captain shook his head. "No sorry and if you don't mind we have schedule to keep."
Brother Petros nodded "Very well, thank you for your time." Turning around to face the others "Nothing, are you sure he came here?" Another priest a fat eel looking one, "yes, we heard he was spotted in Uber Berlin, he either took the train to here or Hamburg."
Shaking his head Brother Petros lead the way off the peer, none of them noticing the strange look that was passed from the sailor and the captain.
"Please tell me you have a reason to hide the boy they're looking for on my ship." The captain asked him, Thomas smiled, "He's the Runaway Pope. He clearly didn't want to be found so I hid him. Have a problem with that, brother." Thomas cheekily answered, shrugging at his older brother whom did a face palm.
"Fine then you can look after him, teach him about how to do the small merger tasks and he can help the cook, peeling potatoes ought to be easy for his soft hands." Laughing at him Thomas walked down to the kitchen, Captain Fredrick gave the signal to set sail and within a few minutes they were sailing for the North Sea.
"There you are, Timmy." Alessandro looked towards the kitchen door to see the sailor from before, "What are you doing?" Alessandro smiled as he held up the potato that he was peeling. "Okay you obviously read minds, the captain said that you could help Mathew peel potatoes and I am going to teach you a little about sailing. Would you like that?" Alessandro smile grew wider, "I would love too. Umm can I ask your name?"
"It's Thomas and the captain's name is Fredrick he's my brother." Alessandro nodded, getting the next potato. "You finish helping Mathew, after your finished you can find me. I'll be on the deck."
For the rest of the journey to Londinium, Alessandro learned how to do proper knots, to cook small meals that could feed a whole crew, like stew and casserole, and the basics of sailing. By the time that they had made port in Londinium, all the pimples on his face had disappeared, the skin was healthy bright shade that was better then the sickly pale tone that he came on board with and he had grown a few inches, it seemed that the ocean air and hard work were good for him. He made good friends with Patrick, the actual sailor-boy. At the end of the day at dinner you could hear the two laughing and playing some sort of game, that Patrick properly taught him. So when the ship landed, and Alessandro got off it was really sad to see him leave. Alessandro said that he would write to Patrick, as long as he didn't fall off the side. Patrick slapped him on the arm playfully, shouting, "That happened once, ONCE." Alessandro ran off laughing, waving at them a goodbye.
Now that he was checked in to Inn, Alessandro took a make needed shower, and when he went to sleep that night, he dreamed perfectly.
Next morning, he walked around the supermarket restocking his supplies, when he passed that mornings newspaper. His old self was pictured on the front, supporting the capitalized heading 'MISSING'. Alessandro shook his head and almost laughed until he realised that he was in a public place. So grapping the paper and the basket of supplies, headed to the counter. After buying his things, he headed back to his room reading the paper as he went. Seriously it's taken a month and a half to finally officially say that he was missing. Oh well, he packed his bags again and went wondering around the old city, taking in the experiences of the historic buildings and it's grace. Around lunch he sat in the large park, eating a pie and reading one of his computer programming books. It wasn't 'til dinnertime when he was sitting by the River Thames that he noticed the Ax agent, Wordsworth near by and decided to do something. He quickly went back to his room, he wrote a letter to his sister.
Dear Sister,
I am doing okay, still alive. I noticed that you'd have put out missing articles, though I am sorry I caused trouble by running away. But know that I am quite all right, and I'll come home one day when I am ready.
Miss you heaps,
Love Little Alec.
After finishing the letter he wrote the address and went to bed planning on leaving in the morning.
In the morning, he posted his letter and went back to the ports, to barge his way onto another ship one that would hopefully take him to Lutetium.
"Lutetium? Well you can try 'Raging Wave' I think that leaves today." The docking master said scratching his hairy chin.
"Thanks." Alessandro left in the direction the Master said, and soon find the ship 'The Raging Wave'. Approaching the captain, Alessandro smiled and asked if he could travel with them to Lutetium. The captain asked him if he had any experience in sailing. Alessandro nodded he recently learnt the basic sailing from another ship. The captain liked his answer and allowed him on board. Within a couple of hours, Alessandro was heading for the kingdom of Franc.
Helping with the ropes and tiring them off, the cook in the kitchen and sailor-boy George. Alessandro was kept busy during the couple of days journey. Until the landed in Lutetium, then Alessandro them to unload and thanked them. The captain told him that he had good promise as a sailor. Alessandro laughed, yeah another thing he was good at.
Taking the captain's advice and headed towards an Inn called 'Weatherbottom'. Checking in, Alessandro yet again showered and went to sleep.
Feeling full of energy the next morning, Alessandro went to the travel agency and booked a tour of the Pre-Armageddon catacombs that was under the beautiful city. Within the hour, Alessandro was standing in front of a large golden lion that was neighbors with a park.
"This is the entrance to the old Paris Catacombs. Please refrain from touching any of the bones or artifacts, thank you." The tour guide said as they prepared to enter.
Entering the old tombs, Alessandro was engulfed in darkness until the guide lit a candle.
"This way." After an hour walking in the dark, surrounded by stone and bones, Alessandro finally immerged from the golden lion. That was fun and spooky at the same time. It was differently going at the top of the list of best times of his life. The guide had purposely spooked them out a couple of times. It was hilarious.
After traveling around Lutetium, had lunch and walked the One thousand seven hundred and sixty-nine steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower, where he watched the sunset over the city, Alessandro was tired. He headed back to the Inn deciding to leave in the morning again.
The next morning, Alessandro purchased his train ticket to Bordeaux, he heard that there was going to be a traditional French festival there is weekend, so he was hoping to go. Bordering the train, he went and sat at the window, where he took a little nap. Around seven o'clock the next morning the train pulled into the Bordeaux train station. Alessandro hoped off with his bags in hand then everything properly went black.
"We have him. Pope Alessandro is captured." Brother Andrew appeared holding a rather thick book in his hands that he had used to whack the pope on head. "I'll take him to the holding cells, in Nice, there're situated in the old church. Over and out."
Picking up the boy, his bags, Brother Andrew quickly got the unconscious pope into car and drove him to the airport. Bordering the aircraft that would take them to Nice.
Oh no… what have I done. (grinning evilly) by the way while researching up France I looked up the old name for Paris , Lutetium, and discovered that it is actually a chemical substance. It's called Lutetium; its abbreviated name is Lu and has the atomic number 71. Cool right.