OMG a long chapter in such a small period of time! How is this possible!
Well, my dear readers, I had mostly pre-written this chapter in a different document so all I had to do was copy and paste :D But I did write a lit D:
So Francis's past is revealed completely in this chapter, no secrets, no gnah, no nothing but the truth and only the truth...with a dash of mystery ;p
So eventually you'll reach the part where it says Francis's past, at the end of the 'Francis's past story thing-a-magig' there are going to be things like * blah blah and such, well it's not the end of the chapter, it's just the translation of everything French in Francis's past! Not the full chapter! Just Francis's past! At the end of the chapter is the translation of everything else but Francis's past so please don't get that confused!
Without further ado! Enjoy!
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Arthur pulled out a folder containing the images of Lord Edelstein's corpse. He handed it to Francis and sat behind his desk.
"The first few pictures are how we found him." Arthur explained as Francis flipped through quickly. "The other half is the autopsy performed on the body."
Francis separated the pile; he placed the crime scene photos on the desk and kept the autopsy pictures in his hands. He flipped through them one by one.
"So, in addition to the main wound on the right side, there were various bruises." Francis mumbled. "This means that he had gotten into a fight…if I had to guess the bruises were caused by the murderer."
"That's what we thought at first," Arthur admitted. "It's still a possibility but Lady Hédéváry told us that Lord Edelstein already had some of those bruises."
"What would have been the cause?" Francis asked.
"Supposedly he was assaulted when he went grocery shopping." Arthur explained. "You'd think he'd sent Feliciano or someone else to do that for him…"
"You know, I think I should have seen these pictures before interviewing the suspects…" Francis said laying back in his chair.
"Yea, sorry." Arthur mumbled, "We are quite disorganised and I was eager to see if you could pull out any new information…all though you could have done better if I showed you these before."
Francis didn't dare move for a moment. "Am I hearing this?" He asked peaking at Arthur, "Are you actually praising me?"
"Shut up!" Arthur hissed kicking Francis's chair causing him to fall on the ground. "Just look at the bloody pictures tell me things you've noticed or ask questions!"
Francis chuckled and pushed his chair back up before sitting on it again, he was about to be a smart ass with Arthur but decided against it and to concentrate a little more on the pictures.
"From what I can see he was stabbed." Francis said pointing to Lord Edelstein's right side, "Do you know what weapon was used?"
Arthur nodded. "The knife used is 3cm wide, though that doesn't help much."
"Did you check shops in the area to see if anyone sold deadly knives to anyone of our suspects?" Francis asked.
"I hardly think it necessary." Arthur replied.
"Did you?" Francis asked again.
"Yes we did." Arthur answered annoyed. "We came up with nothing and do you know why Detective Bonnefoy? Because all of our suspects aren't from the country! The murder weapon was most likely purchased from their country and not here!"
Francis interrupted himself as a huge headache erupted. He felt dizzy and every time he would glance at the autopsies, he would feel nauseas as the picture of Lord Edelstein would be replaced with the one of a blonde Frenchwoman he used to love.
"Hey, are you okay?" Arthur asked, he noticed his comrade becoming dramatically pale in an instant.
"Y-yea…" Francis stuttered weakly, "I just need my pills…"
Quickly, the French detective fished through his pockets to find his medicine but searched in vain. "Merde*…" he hissed. "I can't find my pills…"
Francis got up, almost falling over, wanting to retrace his footsteps fast so he could get his pills back but Arthur stopped him by waving them in front of his nose.
"Your performance is rather convincing." Arthur complemented. "But, of course, no one can develop much an interest to these pills. I must ask, why did you remove the label? One would think that these were actually drugs or something else-"
"Give them back!" Francis hissed as he lunged over the desk to try to grab the pills.
Arthur moved away just in time but was desolated by the pictures flying around creating a mess he would have to clean up. "Not so fast." Arthur grinned sadistically, "First I want my wallet back."
"Look this isn't-"
"Francis…"
Everything was starting to fade around him. He could barely hear Arthur's voice calling his name slightly panicked.
"Je t'aime…"
Finally, complete blackness.
Francis suddenly found himself in a very familiar room located in a very familiar house. The room was burning but Francis didn't feel panicked, he starred at the only piece of furniture in the room, it being a black piano. Francis wanted to walk over to it, but some one had grabbed his hand to stop him from taking a step.
Francis looked back and his eyes widened as he saw the blonde Frenchwoman he kept remembering. Tears spilled from his eyes as he quickly embraced her tightly.
"Jeanne…" He whispered in her ear finally being able to remember her name, "Jeanne, je t'aime tans…**"
Jeanne giggled softly and hugged back before taking a more serious tone. "Francis," she started, "Lorsque tu achèveras cette enquête, tu vas découvrir quelque chose de très important par rapport à notre passé. Te crois tu capable de l'affronté?***"
"...L'affronter?****" Francis asked looking his dearest lover in the eyes.
"Celui qui nous a tout pris.*****" Jeanne answered in a whisper.
Francis had heard and nodded. "J'en serai capable.******" He assured.
"Bien," Jeanne smiled leaning back into Francis's embrace. "À la fin de cette histoire…tu m'auras oublié…*******"
Under Francis's touch, Jeanne started to become ash and slip away. Francis's eyes widened as he held his lovely Jeanne tighter and begged her not to leave. Jeanne smiled and let a tear, just one, escape her eye.
"Tu seras enfin en paix.********" Jeanne promised.
Jeanne disappeared from Francis's warmth as ashes. More ashes were falling or floating in the air around him as he starred at his empty hands. Francis clutched them and fell to his knees burying his face in his hands whispering over and over again:
"Je t'aime, je t'aime, Je t'aime-"
Francis woke up with a gasp and sat up immediately almost colliding with Arthur's head. Luckily, the Brit had moved away just in time.
"What the bloody hell has gotten into you!" He hissed at Francis. "These clearly aren't aspirins if you're going to faint over them! What are they!"
"It's none of your business." Francis answered dryly, "Now where are they?"
"Like hell it isn't any of my business!" Arthur snapped. "I still have your pills so you're going to tell me what I want to know before I give them back!"
Francis sighed and starred at Arthur for a moment, examining him carefully. "Fine." He finally gave in.
Francis's Past
He was a player.
He knew he was.
All though, believe it or not, he had once been in love.
Madly in love. She had been the only thing he could think about, but even if they had promised never to leave each other, to remain by the other's side no matter what, they couldn't escape the cold, cruel grip of death.
They had met in the Elyse fields on what could have been the most beautiful autumn day of all times. Francis had been sitting under a tree contemplating the clouds. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular, besides why his parents had abandoned him. He wasn't upset, just curious. It wasn't like he saw them at all anyways.
"Tennez.*"
Francis looked a little to his right to see the most beautiful woman ever. She had short golden hair, sapphire blue eyes, milky skin that seemed soft to the touch but her smile was what Francis loved the most. It was so soft and warm.
She was handing him an orange scarf.
"Je ne suis pas…pauvre…**" Francis mumbled flashing a soft smile.
"Peut-être, mais être riche ou pauvre ne vous protègera pas du froid.***" She giggled pushing the scarf closer to him.
Francis chuckled as well. He took the scarf as he stood. "Est-ce que je peux le garder?****" Francis asked.
The blonde haired beauty smiled and nodded. "C'était le but.*****" She admitted, the warmth from her smile seemed to increase.
"Quel est votre nom?******" Francis asked curiously.
"Jeanne." She answered.
Francis invited her to go to a bakery for a bite. Gladly, Jeanne accepted. They ended up spending the whole day together talking and getting to know each other better. They met the next day, the day after that and the day after that. Every day they started spending day together and Francis forgot about his self-pity having to do with his parents abandoning him. He had Jeanne now, which was all that mattered.
It had been love at first sight that would turn into agape love in no time. They loved each other so much everyone around them thought it was the most adorable thing ever. The old folk tend to refer to them as Romeo and Juliet with a happy ending.
Francis and Jeanne didn't mind. They liked the title given to them.
When they were a little older, Francis and Jeanne moved in together. It took minimal convincing on Francis's part towards Jeanne's father, which had been a surprise to him.
After two years of living together, they made love for the first time. It was then that Francis realise she, Jeanne, was the only woman he would ever love. When they woke up the next morning, he asked her in marriage and Jeanne accepted. All though Francis had the money to pay for everything than and there, Jeanne's father insisted on paying for it himself and to wait until he had gathered up the money for an ideal wedding.
During those years of waiting, Francis had landed the job as a detective. He had answered two minor cases so far and he was just about to tackle another minor case. Jeanne had been behind him in everything he did, and just like every other time, she told him she was rooting for him and that he could solve it in no time. Little did Francis know, he would make an enemy during the case.
Francis was investigating the murder of a hooker, which was nothing uncommon. It had gone cold for three months but Francis was convinced he could solve it. Seeing that they had nothing to lose, the heads of the office gave the case to Francis as a side job.
Two weeks studying the case, Francis had made considerable progress to have the case re-opened and directed under his order. It was an honour for Francis that he took very seriously.
One day, when the case was just about to be solved, he stopped at a bakery to get some cake to celebrate. Back home, Jeanne was waiting for him to come home to tell him that they could finally get married. Baking the cake took longer then expected and Francis hoped that Jeanne wouldn't be too upset.
Just as he was leaving the bakery, an elderly man he spoke with a considerable amount of times along with Jeanne barged in.
"Monsieur Bonnefoy!" He wheezed out of breath as if he had been running. "V-votre maison…*******"
His house was burning. Disgusting red flames were engulfing his home and Jeanne that resided inside.
Jeanne.
He desperately pushed through the firefighters to get inside his house screaming his love's name. He managed to get inside the flaming house where he ran around frantically looking for Jeanne.
He found her sitting against the piano in a pool of blood, a nasty wound on her side gushing with blood. He ran to her side, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"Jeanne…q-qui…" He was speechless, who could think of doing this to her?
Jeanne shakily reached for his hand and she shook her head gently. "Cours…********" She whispered pleadingly.
Noise of running footsteps ran from the room and into the corridor, thinking it was the one who stabbed Jeanne, he ran to the entrance of the room to spot a silhouette of a man running away. He let it slide, he needed to be with Jeanne and get her out.
He looked back at his love and his heart dropped. The warmth he normally felt when she smiled disappeared into sadness. She was smiling the saddest smile ever and Francis couldn't bare it.
He ran to her side, kneeling in her blood and scooping her into his arms. "Jeanne…" He whispered sadly as tears spilled from his eyes. "Je t'aime…je t'aime tellement…"
She weakly nuzzled her head into his neck. "Cours." She begged again.
"Non!" He refused. "Je ne te quiterras pas ! Je préfère brûler !********* "
She laughed lightly and stroke his hair for the last time. "Je t'aime…Je t'aime tellement…" She confessed weakly. "Mais il faut que tu parte… Tu as tant de choses à faire... tant de choses encore... Vis ta vie, pour toi, et pour moi…**********"
"Jeanne…" Francis whispered, he felt like his heart was turning into ashes like their house. "Ne me quitte pas…***********"
"Je suis tellement désolé…" Jeanne apologized as a tear slipped from her eye. "Je t'aime.************"
Jeanne died in his arms, he stopped hearing everything around him. He didn't hear the firefighter yell at him and pull him out of the house, the crackling of the fire or the sound of his house caving on his beloved.
He had sunken into a depression.
For a full year, he was put on different anti-depressants that had no effect. Worried for his patient's health, the doctor in charge of Francis had put him on special pills that would make him forget everything that had happened in the past.
His past love with Jeanne, past engagement, past title and his past orange scarf. All of it would be forgotten.
* Here
** I'm not poor
*** Maybe, but being rich or poor won't protect you from the cold.
**** Can I keep it?
***** That was the goal
****** What's your name?
******* Mister Bonnefoy! Y-your house is…
******** Run
********* No! I won't leave you! I rather burn!
********** I love you…I love you so much…But you need to go…you have so many things to do with your life…so many things left to do…Live your life for me and for you
*********** Jeanne…don't leave me…
************ I'm so sorry…I love you…
"So these are the same pills that Lady Hédéváry take?" Arthur asked.
Francis nodded. "The doctor said that everything would come back to me if I missed even one pill for the treatment." Francis explained longing for his pills, "But, he also said that if I had taken enough pills and missed one, when I would take the pills again and go to sleep I would forget everything again."
"Isn't that…sad?" Arthur asked.
Francis looked at him questionably.
"I mean…I don't give a bloody damn if that's what you decide to do but…" Arthur paused again trying to pick his words properly. "If I ever experienced a love so strong for someone that I lost…I wouldn't ever want to forget."
Francis smirked. He leaned in and kissed Arthur's lips promptly before the other could do anything about it. Arthur blushed darkly and hid his face in his hands.
"Wasn't that whole story you just told me a confession to you being straight!" Arthur asked annoyed and embarrassed.
Francis smiled lovingly and shook his head. "No; wasn't that thing you said earlier a confession to not wanting to forget the wonderful moments you've spent with me?" The Frenchman teased.
Arthur growled and threw the pills in Francis's face. "Do what ever the fuck you want with your bloody pills!" He hissed stomping out of the room.
Francis chuckled and starred at the pills pensively. He thought about Arthur had said and then he thought about what Jeanne had told him in his dreams. Starring at the pills silently for a long time, Francis finally made his choice.
He popped the cap open and took the dose he needed to have taken. Physical details of the past were starting the become blurry and now he had to go to sleep to forget everything again.
* Shit
** Jeanne, I love you so much
*** Francis, when you'll finish this case, you'll discover something very important having to do with our shared past. Do you think yourself capable to face him?
**** Who?
***** The one who took everything from us.
****** I will be capable.
******* Good, at the end of this story…you'll have forgotten all about me
******** You'll finally be in peace
I feel kinda bad for torturing Francis so much D: But then again, whatever ;p So that was the bit of Shutter Island-ness of the chapter (the dream Francis had for Jeanne) and I don't think there'll be anymore since now, couple-wise, it's mostly going to be FrUk xD YAAAAAAAYYYY! Yaoi!
Anywho, I think I might get to writting chapter 7 right away cuz I totally feel in the mood for this story to progress a lot more but I might wait till after I'm done cleaning my room D:
Whatever, THANKS FOR READING AND SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!