Because of Mr Bonnefoy

by Vladabean

It was in a quiet subway station in early December, 1945. Francis bonnefoy simply stood by himself listening to nothing but the faint sounds of people talking and the noises of rats. He never thought he would be spending the rest of his life with Arthur Kirkland, a man who simply lived on the streets. trigger warning with multiple triggers. may be innacurate or crappy so I'm sorry

10. chapter 10

Francis sighed, signing the last paper in the stack. He set it in the box to send out. "It's about time...mon dieu, this round decided to give me a headache." At this point in time, Vash and Lili had gone back home, Francis had been getting less and less sleep, news about Easter Pete getting arrested and somehow escaping, nothing too serious. It was about eight at night, and after a phonecall to Mr. Braginsky, he'd be able to get some sleep. A knock at the door had thrown Francis off his train of thought. He ignored the splitting headache he gained throughout the day. "Oui?" Matthew came in. "Tomorrow's a saturday. I don't care what's going on tomorrow, you're catching up on sleep. Look at you! God, if you weren't rubbing your temples like that I'd pronounce you as dead. I could just rant forever, you know. But if you really enjoy life, then I suggest that you catch on sleep so you can live to see the next day. You look like you're going to pass any minute now. Francis nodded and left. He walked up to the room he now shared with Arthur, his fiance. "How'd work go, love?" Francis smiled at the man, who was curled up in bed with a book. Arthur had been working as a waiter in a restaurant, and he got home around six at the latest. "Mon dieu, it was the boring, same old paperwork and phonecalls, now I'm getting headaches, and I'm just so tired..." he sighed. "How's your new job holding up?" Arthur laughed. "Oh, they're fixing the kitchen so half our menu's unavailable. We've been harrassed a few times for food that isn't on the menu. Personally, I've learned to keep cover. I've seen some people who're after me, but luckily, I wasn't the one serving them. Usually it's couples out for lunch, families, you get the idea. It's not as bad as the horror stories we're all told." Francis laughed. "Well, there's one person's side of the story, the other person's side of the story, and then somewhere in the middle. Honestly-wait...people are after you?" Arthur looked around, clearly about to tell a lie. "Just something that happened a while back. Nothing too terrible." Francis sighed. There was no way he could bring out the truth. He just nodded in agreement and fell asleep.

A/N: SORRYSORRYSORRY I keep forgeting to even touch this story. but in a notebook I have up to chapter 13 written and I'll work on it some more. but I keep forgetting to update and I SUCK. so have a nice day night whatever.