Francis's POV

I couldn't help but feel at least a bit hurt that he didn't immediately recognise me…after the stunning chemistry back in Une Sérénade Volante, I thought he would have at least felt compelled to remember my face, I mean, who wouldn't!

Anyway…I felt it was truly a blessing to see him again, despite that he was trying desperately to get away from me even though he was extremely tired from his little cat and mouse game with the police outside, I really did want to keep him with me a while longer, at least until I could get a little information out of him…

I quickly sealed any form of exit from him as I uncapped his chin from between my fingers and slammed my hand into the wall, stopping his squirming and forcing him to face me even though he tried to avoid eye contact.

"If you don't mind me asking petit lapin, but what were you doing out there which would cause the police to chase you for so long? It's quite obvious that you've been running for quite a while, mon cher." I said as seriously as I could while forcing him to look at me. After some time he seemed to finally come up with an answer, and promptly went to glaring at me while speaking with intense venom in his voice.

"That's nothing you need to know about, it's my business and not yours. Now if you would be so kind as to go kill yourself I would like to get out of here!" Ouch…that stung a little. But it still isn't going to stop me from getting my answer.

Just as he seemed to try to break my arm away, I leaned my elbow in on his forearm and pinned it against the wall, stopping him in his tracks as our faces became closer than they were before, and by the red gushing that was covering his face, he was pretty aware of the danger of such little distance. It was then that a knock was heard from the door, followed by a burly sounding voice booming in French from the other side.

"Police ! Veuillez ouvrir la porte." Merde. I guess the interrogation can wait.

Rabbit still looked confused, but seemed to understand the word 'police' clearly enough. I can't take the time to explain to him as I unstuck him from his position on the wall and dragged him further into my apartment space, round a corner, and in through the open door of the closet, earning a punch and a rock hard leer in the process.

"Stay here." I whispered sternly and shut the door.

"Monsieur ? Nous savons que vous êtes là. Ouvrez la porte ou nous allons être forcés d'employer les grands moyens."

"Oui, j'arrive." I said hurriedly as I marched toward the door and opened it in one strong swing.

On the other side were two very pissed looking police officers; one looked as if he had been running a marathon, as his face was red and beaded with sweat probably from the warmth of the temperature outside and the hallway. The other looked a bit less tired but a lot more irritated at the fact that they managed to lose their sought assailant.

Both looked straight at me and waited until I regarded the both of them with a curt nod before carrying on.

"Nous avons entendu des bruits suspects venant de votre appartement, monsieur. Et nous sommes actuellement à la recherche d'une bande de voyous qui court les rues de la ville." They both glowered me coldly, like a criminal who they didn't particularly want to trust but felt they had to, in order to catch a greater disturbance to the community. Of course they would pinpoint MY home as their first detective scene.

"Il n'y a personne ici messieurs, je peux vous l'assurer. J'étais au téléphone et me suis cogné contre la porte." I said smoothly as they looked at each other sceptically. They didn't believe a word I said and it was clear on both of their faces.

"Malgré votre... assurance, peut-on jeter un coup d'œil chez vous ? Après ça nous pourrons vous libérer de tout soupçon." The calmer of the two requested permission into my house…not good. And as well as this, a faint ringing could be heard further inside, coming from inside the closet.

"Ah, c'est encore mon téléphone. Excusez moi un instant." I told them my phone was ringing again and swiftly made my way around the corner and back to the big-browed rabbit's hiding place. Opening the door I could've almost screamed at what I heard him whispering hurriedly into the phone.

"Alan, Thank God! I've been dragged off by this perverted frog , and he's just thrown me into this really small closet that stinks of cheese and there are policemen at the door so I can't get out and I think he wants to use me in some weird bondage experiment or something because-"

I've heard enough. I grabbed the phone from him and pressed a finger to his lips before he could anymore obscene observations of me.

"Don't say another word, they're looking around the place and if they hear you, you're done for. Just be quiet and don't move." I explained quickly before shutting the door again and placing the phone to my ear, but not before I saw a look on his face that scared by thoughtless for a few seconds;

He was smirking. And looked about to laugh himself to death, what is he planning…? I finally found out when I spoke into the phone and strolled back to the front door and beckoned the two officers inside, trying to be as casual as possible about the entire situation.

"Ah, bonjour Alan! qu'est-ce que tu-"

"LISTEN ERE' YOU CREEPY LITTLE SNAIL EATER, DINNAE DO ANYTHIN' TO MY LITTLE BROTHER I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD PLASTERED ONTO MY MANTLEPIECE BACK IN SCOTLAND YOU SEX DRIVEN *******************!"

If real life had a censor bar, then that was the right time to use it. I'm not even going to bother telling you what that last part was; because I don't even want to remember.

"Ahaha, tu as toujours su comment me faire rire ! Je te rappelle plus tard, salut!"

I sighed and pressed the end call button and turned the phone off before he could distinguish French from angry Scotsman English and watched him as he scouted around; probably looking for evidence that I'm in cahoots with the delinquents around Paris. The sweaty officer stared at me weirdly and I just smiled as he went back to his prowling like hell they would find anything unless they looked in the closet and found my little green haired refugee and his guitar hiding out…wait, where was the second one?

I suddenly felt the urge to run to the closet and scream at them not to look inside, but didn't want to seem suspicious. I tried to keep my composure as I turned the corner and found the other officer peeking into the closet through a crack in the door. I could almost feel my heart bruising my ribcage from the inside as he searched, terrified that they had found him and were going to take him away to prison, and more importantly, take ME to prison! I'm too gorgeous to be locked away with criminals!

But finally, I felt myself calm down at least a little bit as he pulled his head out with a look of disappointment pasted across his expression. He quickly looked back at me with a curt nod.

"Merci de nous avoir accordé un peu de votre temps, monsieur." He spoke and motioned towards the other to the door. I put on a fake smile and waved them out, then almost collapsed onto the floor when the door shut before I remembered there was a stray rabbit on the loose somewhere.

"Mon petit? Where are you hiding?" I called out after a few minutes (to put some sound space between us and the officers), and when no reply came I wandered into the closet, then into the bathroom, and finally the bedroom where I finally found him…hiding under the bed.

"They're gone now you know. There's no need to be hiding now." I soothed him out. He quickly went to dusting himself off once out from under the four poster bed, then proceeded to fish out his beloved guitar afterwards. He was facing away from me when he said something which really surprised me, especially coming from someone like him.

"..Thanks, I guess…for helping me." He murmured so quietly that I almost missed it, and it warmed me that there was at least some gratitude for what we had just been through.

"You are very welcome. But when exactly did you find the time to sneak out of the closet and into my room under my bed?" I inquired while he snatched the phone out of my hand.

"When you were getting bollocked by my brother, who is probably going to murder you when he finds you." All traces of that cuteness and gratitude were gone as quickly as it came…great.

"I'll look forward to it…" I said sarcastically.

"I know, I'm pre-ordering tickets." He smirked at his own sadistic joke and I just frowned, he really was more of a black sheep than a rabbit. But in any case, I can't risk letting him go for fear of him getting caught again. I quickly slunk an arm around his small waist once again and came in close. The guitar he held closely to himself the only barrier between us.

"Well, whether you want to witness my death or not isn't really our priority at the moment. You do know you will have to stay the night if you want to stay clear of the police, don't you?"

That really seemed to irk him because he was trying his best to growl at me with resemblance to a hungry and rabid animal.

"And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? I've never been caught before and it won't happen tonight!"

"Did you even notice how close you were to being caught tonight? I'm not letting you go out when you're so vulnerable; you're staying right here with me!" I little more than demanded of him before putting both arms around him and pulling him into a sitting position on my lap and onto the bed. He wasn't happy about it, that much was clear. But there was no way I'm letting him risk himself out there again.

"I don't even fucking know you! For all I know you could be a rapist who just wants to get in my pants!" He yelled in my face as he tried numerous times to get out of my hold and stand up, only to fall back because of lack of leg space and me pulling him down again. What he just said had annoyed me, sure enough I can be clingy when I want to but there was no need for him to call me a name like that. He was really more irksome than I care to think.

"Is that so? Well, then I suppose I can't keep you here if that is what you think of me!" I've had about enough of him being so ungrateful, if he wants to throw himself away then who am I to stop him? I let him go, and it seemed to surprise him for at least a second before he stormed away angrily towards the door. I stayed sat on the bed, not even bothering to see him off before I heard a loud rumble from outside; through the window on the far side of the room lightning could be seen streaking across the sky, accompanied by droplets of rain assaulting the panes of glass.

The room was lit up ever so slightly by the lightning, even though the light was on anyway, but what surprised me even more than the change of weather outside was when my little rabbit waltzed back in after three loud thunderclaps, looking less angry but a bit irritated about being back in the same room as me. His face looked defeated, vulnerable…and I dare say; cute.

"…I can't go out there with so much electric equipment. I don't suppose I…" He murmured the end of the sentence so that I couldn't hear it, but I understood his indirect request and smiled widely in his direction, earning a cringe on his part but I didn't care; he was staying with me, if only for the night, but it was better than nothing!

"Ah, fantastique! I knew you would come to your senses mon cher!" I exclaimed and threw my arms around him, only to be pushed away by the shorter man who appeared to be stammering.

"An as for not knowing each other…" I took his hand quickly before he could protest and brushed a kiss past his pale knuckles, smirking as they suddenly changed in colour and straightened up.

"Bonjour mon petit, mon nom est, my name, is Francis Bonnefoy. And yours would be?"

He stared at me, completely dumbfounded and red-faced as a cherry before getting the gist of my introduction.

"Arthur Kirkland…cursed to meet you."

Hello again dears! Thank you so much for reading and I really do hope your starting to develop a real taste for the story by now! If not…well, I don't even know why your still reading this if that's the case XDD Ohh~ but anyway, thank you for any support you can give me to improve, whether it be writing, plot ideas or anything else; please let me know because every little helps!

Translations;

Mon cher – My dear

"Police ! Veuillez ouvrir la porte."– It's the police! Please open the door.

Merde – Shit.

"Monsieur ? Nous savons que vous êtes là. Ouvrez la porte ou nous allons être forcés d'employer les grands moyens."- Sir? We know that someone is there, open the door or we will be forced to take immediate action.

"Oui, j'arrive."- Yes, I am coming.

"Nous avons entendu des bruits suspects venant de votre appartement, monsieur. Et nous sommes actuellement à la recherche d'une bande de voyous qui court les rues de la ville."- We happened to hear noises inside your apartment sir. And there is ongoing research about a group of offenders who are running around the city.

"Il n'y a personne ici messieurs, je peux vous l'assurer. J'étais au téléphone et me suis cogné contre la porte."- There is nobody here gentlemen, I can assure you. I was talking on the phone and hit the door.

"Malgré votre... assurance, peut-on jeter un coup d'œil chez vous ? Après ça nous pourrons vous libérer de tout soupçon."- Despite your ... assurance, Can we take a look around your house? And after we will relieve you of any suspicion

"Ah, c'est encore mon téléphone. Excusez moi un instant." - Ah, excuse me, but my phone rings again, please wait here a moment.

"Ahaha, tu as toujours su comment me faire rire ! Je te rappelle plus tard, salut !"- Oh, hello Alan! What do you-.

"Ahaha, tu as toujours su comment me faire rire ! Je te rappelle plus tard, salut !"- Ahaha, you always know how to make me laugh! I'll talk you again, bye!

"Merci de nous avoir accordé un peu de votre temps, monsieur."- Thank you very much for your time, Sir.

Fantastique! – Fantastic!

"Bonjour mon petit, mon nom est..."– Hello my little, my name is…

Wow…so many translations^^U But thanks to Croc'Sushi on Fanfiction for offering to correct my rubbish excuse for french understanding, I probably seem like such a fool for using a translator for all that, right? Hahaha...

Anyway, hope you look forward to chapter 5! See you then~