Le Fou and Gaston play a game of darts, Le Fou didn't think it would be so easy...


Chapter 7 - Step Two: Blow Me One Last Dart.

Le Fou had been having a great week, not only had his first step of his plan gone a lot better than he had originally thought but Gaston had actually been paying him a lot more attention due to it and had been following him and copying some of his actions such as cleaning out the chicken coops, brushing around the house and doing washing.

Now it was another late night in the tavern, Gaston gulping down his sixth tankard of beer whilst Le Fou still nursed his first, too afraid to get too drunk and tell Gaston his full plan.

It had been a long day, both he and Gaston had been cleaning around the house most of the day then they had walked to the market, grabbed some dinner ingredients and put together a rather tasty meal of berries and beef followed by a small glass of mead before they had hurried off to the tavern from some of the latest news from the villagers and their complaints.

It had been a bit of a long meeting and afterwards most of the villagers had left to return to their houses and wonder what to complain about next whilst a few other villagers grabbed a few beers and gulped them down with others and as for Gaston and Le Fou, yep they had sat in their usual chairs, master and servant, the boss and his assistant, the lion and the mouse, the big guy who helped out the little guy, Gaston gulping down a few tankards whilst Le Fou carefully nursed his, watching Gaston out of the corner of his eye.

Gaston sat down his seventh tankard and leaned back in his chair, placing his feet up onto the stool in-front of him and smirking around himself.

"Ah Le Fou, isn't it just great here? We can sit together like nothing else urks us and raise a glass to our friendship one that will forever be strong and fierce."

Le Fou smiled back slightly, his hand covering his drink again and looking over to the opposite side of the tavern, he knew fully well that Gaston was his dearest and truest friend but hearing the other man say just stung just that much more than he had originally thought it would.

He had to think of something, closing his eyes for a few moments, Le Fou tried to picture what Belle had spoken to him through her book, the next big plan of her's.

'Step two, play a game together and get him to help you out'

Le Fou smiled more as he finally spotted it. Hanging in the furthest corner of the tavern, gathering dust from it's lack of use and looking rather worn down was; a dart board.

"Gaston, what would you say to a friendly game of darts my friend?"

Gaston smirked, placing his feet back firmly on the ground once again and standing up with a start, Le Fou knew that Gaston could never say no to a friendly match, whether it was actually friendly or not.

"Of course dear Le Fou, let us play on and see who the better champion is."


Two hours later and Le Fou felt like his fingers were going to fall off, each one was blistered and bruised, his cheeks were fired red and his hair was already beginning to come out of it's ponytail and splay more around his back.

Since the game had begun, Le Fou had been throwing immensely horrible darts, letting the dart hit the wall or just land on the floor, keeping his eyes on Gaston, silently conveying his need for help and when that didn't work at first, he 'accidentally' landed his next throw near Gaston's foot and finally the other man turned to him, a look of playful humour on his face.

"Le Fou, where did you learn to play darts because I'm afraid my friend that wherever it was and whoever taught you forgot a few things in the process, first of all actually trying to hit the target."

Le Fou blushed and looked shyly away from Gaston, he knew he was a horrible shot, he had always been horrible at sports and this was just another nail in the coffin of his awkwardness.

"Let me help you now my dear friend."

The next thing that Le Fou knew, Gaston held his hand with the other man's own, dart pointed correctly within it and a look of sheer determination on the other's face.

"Okay Le Fou so all you need to do is to bring you're hand back like thus" Gaston prepared to start bringing Le Fou's hand back with his own "And let it fly like this."

The dart flew through the air, twirling over and over like a ballerina in mid step before it seemed to make it's decision and landed near perfect middle on the dart board.

"Oh my god" Le Fou squealed slightly and without thinking threw his arms around Gaston's back, pulling him into a deep and warm hug, squishing his face into his friend's chest.

A few moments passed and Le Fou couldn't focus on much apart from the warm feeling of Gaston's chest beneath his cheek and how Gaston's arms fit so snugly around his own waist.

Le Fou finally pulled away, trying his hardest to hide his hurt at having to let go but at the same time, he was sure it was a good idea to let go of Gaston as if not, he would probably have kissed the other man.

"Thank you Gaston" Le Fou finally stammered out and turned on his heel, grabbing his tankard and throwing it down in one swift gulp as he ran out of the tavern, not daring to look back.

Three steps left to go.