We're finally back in business! That chapter took certain people *cough* other author *cough* a long time to write to write this chapter, and is finally finished! Though whether that is a good thing or a bad thing, is yet to be seen.. Btw, there may be something possibly worthy of a trigger warning in this chapter...

Grey clouds gathered dotting the once clear blue sky, as I stared solemnly up at the sky a small raindrop hit me square in the face. I sputtered and continued to eat my churros, all the while Francis giggled at me. Blood was rising to my face, it was no doubt beat red. We sat in silence as I finished the delicious gifts from above, I hesitantly put out my arm and offered him the last churro. He laughed and gingerly took it and finished it. As we ate the small sprinkle had become moderate rain, and small rumbles from the sky above could be heard. Both of us had not thought to bring a umbrella, we scrambled towards the bike. When we found it, the seats were covered water. Francis spit out some French swears I didn't recognize, He then stripped off his jacket. Only he didn't stop there he pulled off his shirt to.

It was at the time I realized what it was like for a teenage girl to see their favorite popstar shirtless. Taunt muscles covered in a golden tan, he was muscular but not grossly so like body builder. Faint lines where abs were starting to form. He was glorious, sure he didn't have perfect abs or pecs, but it was hot in a human way. You could tell he was in shape, he looked like a fit baker. Ripped or not I could feel my burning face I knew I was surely staring. As soon as it had come it was gone, he threw on his jacket and used the shirt to dry off both of our seats. He hopped on and I did the same, handing me the helmet he said "We may go a bit faster than before. Is that okay?".

All the blood that had flowed up to my face retreated in a manner of seconds. I slowly nodded, but the knot of panic was quickly growing in my stomach. He handed me a helmet, I barely had time to strap it on before we were rushing through the gloomy streets of paris. I tried to keep up with Francis's pedaling but miserably failed, this guy could have been an olympic runner! The streets were deserted, the only noise was the rain, the metal land ship of death, and the thunder that was getting louder and louder with every boom. As we raced through Paris, I could feel the fear growing. I was gripping the handles till my knuckles turned white and the butterflies came with vengeance on their mind. Thankfully he pulled up to the bakery, but on the wrong side!

"You live in this apartment complex right?" Francis said staring up at my building.

"Hai, and I ought to be leaving. I'll see you tomorrow!" I said quickly, I wasn't trying to be rude but if Francis came into my home you could kiss any chance of a second date goodbye.

"My home's pretty far away would you mind if I hung out at yours?" He asked. "At least until thunder stops." the Frenchman said with a charming to top it all off. My heart sank further into my stomach, but I knew this was the right choice even if it ruined my chance with him.

"Hai" Sadness creeping into my voice, as I nearly whispered the word. I lead him inside, up the elevator and to the final destination. We both stood at the door to my apartment.

"Um, are we going enter?" Francis asked hesitantly, surely feeling the aura of gloom surrounding me. Picking out the key from my pocket I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Turning back to Francis, I saw a look of confusion and wonder. He entered and I turned on the dim lights I had specifically installed. Suddenly hundreds of anime posters, figurines, and cut outs were staring at us. I could see Francis physically bristle and stood in either horror or question. Hesitantly Francis spoke again "So you like anime.". I didn't even answer just pushed past the blonde and went to the fridge.

"Want anything to eat or drink?" I asked. He shook his head no and turned back to having a staring contest with Tsukimi from Princess JellyFish.

"I've never seen any anime actually," Francis confessed. I had guessed as much. "But if you like it that much then I'll have try it." Suddenly I saw it, a spark of hope it was shining and laughing the freakish laugh Francis did.

I turned to him speaking in almost a whisper "If you like I could show you some good ones.". He smiled and simply answered by plopping on the couch. After grabbing a Ramune I sat down on the couch with him. After some banter Francis and I decided to watch Ouran Highschool Host Club. It was simple for beginners and had a happy feel to it. Two hours came and passed, the rain and thunder ceased and it was getting late.

"Hey Kiku, can I use bathroom?" Francis asked while he shifted around.

"Sure go through my bedroom and take a left." I told him. The apartment only had one bathroom as it was made for one person and it could only be accessed through my room. I thought it was dumb, but I didn't think I would have company...ever. My thought wandered to other things like how Francis's favorite character was Tamaki. It definitely fit him, he was like a real life Tamaki, but if he was Tamaki that made me Haruhi. I blushed at that.

After five minutes of spacing out, and some more blushing on my part, Francis came back into the room. He smiled brightly at me and he settled back into his spot. It was more like our spot, considering how close we were. We started the next episode. Somehow Francis managed to shift himself right next me. I felt blood pool up to my cheeks. Small breathes ghosted across my ear, making me shiver.

Slowly, he reached up to my chin, turning my head so I was facing him. Smooth unchapped lips came closer and closer. I felt trapped, my pulse quickened. For brief second I closed my eyes, visions of a dark brunette invaded my mind. Suddenly I wasn't in my house, I was on the dark cold concrete. A tan hand covered my two wrists sufficiently holding me down. Breathing became harder and harder with each passing second. Tears rolled of my cheeks and I could feel myself sobbing. Water splashed around me and I opened my eyes. I was in my small apartment Francis holding a now empty glass of water. Not even glancing at the blonde, I peeled myself up off the couch. Calmly I hobbled over to the bathroom and slammed it. As soon as I entered the small bathroom I felt the sobs reemerge. Memories I hadn't spoke of in years resurfaced. Not only had a I managed to relapse, but I had scared Francis off. Tears streamed down my face, my fingers tangled into my hair, and disgusting warbled moans of pains I didn't even known I could make emitted from my mouth. As my breathing became more labored, I blanched.

I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up. Tired limbs refused to obey my commands, making me lay in my small bathroom. When I could finally function, I practically had to peel myself off the floor. I stumbled over to my shower and turned it on. Quickly shedding the sweat and tear covered clothing, I stepped in. Warm water berated my face, I ran my hands over myself. Trying to cleanse the feeling of disgust for his own body. Yet I knew it was a futile attempt, I would always feel the burning shame. After the shower I dried myself and went out into the living room. Francis was long gone, no note, no texts, no proof he had ever been here. Small patters of the rain showed it was restarting. Yet, unlike the clouds, there were no tears threatening to spill out, I had cried them all out. The dread and shame was eating at me from the inside out. So I did the only thing I knew how to do, I grabbed a blanket and started a new anime. No matter how disgusting I was, the shame I carried, or what I had done anime would be there. Watching their happy faces numbed the hurt growing in my heart. Once again I slipped into my delusions, letting the show wash away the pain.

Francis POV (An: OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO)

I weaved through dark and gloomy streets, small splashes of water added to already large puddles. The streets of Paris were bustling, I melted into the mesh of umbrella's. After thirty minutes of being shoved while trying walk on the crowded sidewalk, the streets I walked on turned into back alleys. Garbage and homeless covered the streets. Red bricked rundown factories and apartments towered above the filth. A particular ratty man was crouched behind the small space between the trashcan and the wall. He had flipped the lid up so that it formed a foot wide space where little rain reached him. He wasn't soaking and shivering as bad as the rest of the lumps on the streets. You almost couldn't tell that they were people; I could only assume that it was due to the hunger and cold that sunk through their very souls. I couldn't help but think that for some this would be the place of their death. It reminded me of Kiku, curled up tears staining his face as pants blew from his mouth. If I hadn't seen the terror in his dark brown eyes, I would have taken him right then and there. Well I had been planning that since the little asian had shown interests. He seemed so sad, coming everyday just to stalk him. Not that I ever refused a lay. I knew he would be easy anyways. The kid would probably to embarrassed to confront him afterwards. It was perfect. The little dark haired teen looked like he was in his later teens. Here in France the age of consent is fifteen so he definitely looked of age.

A big black fire escape signalled I was at my destination. Slowly climbing the steps, I glanced into people's homes. Most of them were bare, well I did live in practically the upper class slums. I pulled out a small key to open the lock on my windows. Quickly opening them, I stepped onto my kitchen counter and slid into my apartment. Going through the main entrance was always a terrible idea, considering I had slept with at least half of the staff and three of their relatives. I sat down on my counter and kicked off my shoes, wanting to feel the soft cream carpet under my feet. It was a decent apartment, sure there was a couple feet wide red spot in the corner from the previous tenant. I didn't need to be a detective to know what it was. All but throwing myself onto the couch, I stretched onto sofa/bed. The bakery wasn't a terrible paying job, but I needed save up money for my growing wine addiction. Plus my tobacco problem sucked up a decent amount of my paycheck. So I just used my couch as a makeshift bed. I popped out a cigarette and decided to unwind. As much as I thought Kiku was a weird little shit, but the show they had seen wasn't half bad. I turned on the old crappy TV I found on the side of the road. The old Wii attached to it as probably the only valuable thing I had in my apartment. One of my booty calls had Netflix, and I had seen them enter in the password… That is how I managed to get Netflix. Flicking on Ohman High School something as I ate some leftover sauteed potatoes and some wine for dinner. As I was delightedly buzzed, I heard a buzz.

Oh god, Arthur was calling. He was practically his only friend without benefits. He was a librarian, yet with piercings and tattoos, he honestly looked horrifying as a shelver. We knew each other in highschool, he used to be a snobby little rich kid. Yet something changed when he got rejected from Princeton and Yale. They lived in different countries now but he contacted him two years after graduation on facebook. Rolling his eyes he answered the phone.

"The hell were doing? It took you a while to pick up the phone!" A thick British accent seeped into the snarky remark.

I spat back "I know it may seem hard to believe for someone of your stature, but some people have lives.

"Oh please," Arthur snorted "I am well aware people have lives, but you are not one of them."

I shook my head wanting to cut the regular thirty minute attack on each other for a greeting, and skip to the bitching. "Whatever, the hell do you want?" Admitting defeat for now.

"You said you were romancing some weird ass, I was wondering how it's going?"

"Oh trust me you don't even want to fucking know. He's crazy as hell. His entire apartment is covered in anime shit. Tried to make my move but the guy practically had a fit! He started shrieking and crying when I tried to kiss him. Then he just went silent and sat there in a ball rocking back and forth sobbing for a full fifteen minute. So I poured some water to snap him out of it. That worked but then he just ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn't come back out. I just left, I don't do crazies."

"Holy hell ya, something really messed him up. I would forget about it, Francis. Seems like he's not emotionally stable."

We talked for a couple of hours, both complaining liked married women. When we both hung up it was one in the morning, Already laying on my 'bed', I pulled a blanket and pillow from floor and let myself grab a few hours of sleep. As I felt myself falling asleep, I wondered what the hell happened Kiku, if he reacted that way only to a kiss something really fucked up must have happened. Slowly, dreams took me and I fell into a dreamless slumber.

Heh... hehe... well, you see now why I wasn't sure whether her being finished with this chapter was a good idea or not... she may or may not have turned this story depressing. Well, bye now. Go find her version of this story to rant on... It's on wattpad, in case you didn't know and has the same name.