"'Adopted?'" Vash echoed, "You knew, and you of all people didn't tell me?" He asked, dejected and hurt.
Lilli fixed her hairbow, "You should know, bruder. Mother got me when you were sent to your cousins." She told him frankly.
"So you were taken up when I was five?"
"Yes."
He wanted to shout at her, but why should he? He wants her to say that that was a lie, that she really was his sister. He disagreed in his thoughts and decided to walk away silently.
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French. The French.
That's what's hammered on Arthur's mind. The French mafia killed Mr. Phipps. The French killed an Englishman.
"It's like some kind of old rivalry." Alfred mused. "Ya know, the French and English being life-long rivals."
Now Arthur's heading back to the lab, to Dr. Blanc. She just confessed she was French.
"Dr. Blanc," he called to the woman by the nurses' station. "May I have some of your time to talk to you in private?"
The woman looked at him for a moment then nodded.
"You just told me that you are French. Are you implying you have some relationship with Bonnefoy?" He had her in one of those police interrogation cells in the hospital.
She slowly blinked her eyes at him, "Are you saying I'm a suspect?" She shifted her legs.
Arthur leaned on the table's edge to her right, "I did not say that, Doctor. I'm merely asking you if you have connections with Francis Bonnefoy."
He watched her stare at him blankly then said, "He's my brother."
"Pardon?"
Her tone was serious, "I will not repeat that." She ignored his curios look, "I have forsaken myself from him. Though, he keeps insisting and sends me bottles of wine on my birthdays."
He didn't need to humour her, so he can just ask her all the questions he has in mind. "So does that mean he knows where you live?"
"Yes."
"But you don't know where he is?"
"Yes."
He stood up from the table, "Well then, Dr. Blanc, since you have gained my trust and I you, I shall not lock you up here."
The woman smiled courteously
"Alfred!" He shouted from across the room.
Alfred stood from his desk shouting, "Yo?" in reply.
"Jones, come 'ere!" With a gesture of hand, he summoned the blonde. "Get your heavy arse here!" He says hotly.
"Woah! Hold on to your head!" Alfred said, halfway to him. "It might blow off. Chill! What's up?"
The Britton showed him a picture of an entrance to a club or something.
"I heard you know French, I need you and I to gather info about this club."
"Huh," Alfred said, taking the picture and inspected it. "Matthew's the one in French, I only know the basics." He looked up. "Maybe I'll just juggle up some French words."
"Bonsoir. May we ask you a few questions?" Alfred asks the bartender wiping the wine glasses clean with a red cloth.
He flung the cloth over his shoulder and set the glass in a rack. "You the police, non?"
"We are."
The Britton was completely amused by the American. He got the answers they needed. Alfred just humoured the man in the conversation in all the right times. He got the right attitude and charm in him.
"Oi," the man called as they started to set off the club, he grinned at Alfred, "You come here next time. I'll throw in a free drink for you."
He just smiled and thanked him in French.
Once they were out, Arthur shook his head in disbelief, chuckling. "You know, Jones," Alfred turned a look at him. "I'm quite awestruck by your performance out there. Why aren't you in the investigating crew?"
Alfred grinned at him toothily, "Sorry Artie, I asked them to have me demoted."
He hummed, "Then I'll just have them promote you back. Our city needs more detectives like you."
The American laughed, "Well actually, that attitude from acting…Mattie and me knew theatre when we were high school."
They walked to the car Arthur borrowed, a black Chevrolet.
"You were into theatre?" Arthur asks shocked.
"Yeah: acting, dancing, singing. We can do it."
"Any specific plays?" They got in the car.
"Phantom of the Opera, Hamlet, both plays where Mattie and me were both leading."
The English man tilted his head his head to the side, "Isn't both plays' main character a man and a girl?"
Alfred waved him off, "Matt always get fawned over to play a girl's part. He's so frail! I remember back in high school, the guys would tend to confuse him as a girl and hit on hm. Then I would have to come and kick their asses."
Arthur started the ignition, "That must have been a joyful high school."
"Yeah," Alfred smiled distantly, "yeah, it had."
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Heracles walked to the living room where Kiku was watching television. Two days had passed since they had met with Kiku's odd friend. The Japanese man had been "locked and chained" down by him for about a week now. His plan of trying to bribe one of Williams' member didn't have him falling heads over heels on Kiku. By the way, Williams hadn't attempted to get Kiku back or even talk to Heracles.
"Kiku."He whispered tenderly.
The Japanese man spun around to face him. Heracles sat beside him and sat beside him and leaned to lick his lips. Kiku tried to stop the strangled moan coming from his throat and kept his eyes tight shut. Heracles saw this and broke it up, he questioned him, "Greek (My love, don't you like it?)"
Kiku opened his eyes, looking harassed of the foreign question.
"'I'm sorry," The Greek muttered, "But, are you not comfortable?"
His pale cheeks flushed, he nodded quietly.
"Don't you love me?"
He looked up to his lover, dark eyes watery, "That's what I'm confused about."
The Greek slid his arms around him, "Why." It wasn't a question.
"You…I don't know if you went to the station on purpose or what, and then you flirted with me." He wanted to cry but attempted not to. "Then Boss knew— Oh my gosh, work!"
Heracles smiled at him, whispered tenderly, "Don't worry, Kiku. I got that covered." He made him lie down on the leather couch, "Do go on."
"B-boss knew you. I didn't know what to think of that. You took me here after that, then you… What are you doing?" He asked as the man hovered over him/
"I'm… going to kiss all your fears away." He cooed gently in his ear. That was when he first saw Kiku smile genuinely at him.
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Alfred was dragged up to the CSI crew, which Arthur is exclusively the leader. He was there with new members— they were new to him— there was Lars Van Der Meer and his sister Bella. And another one, Aurel Vladimir Todd. The guy was in Romania visiting his relatives. This is soooo not his type.
"You must be the infamous Alfred Jones!" Bella mused, leaning on the table across where Alfred sat, he wanted to correct her so much but just couldn't just to be polite. They were in their meeting room. "It's a tragedy that you got demoted." She said pouting.
That wounded him. And it hurt his pride like frigging hell.
Alfred twitched a smile, "N-no, I just asked to be demoted." There were only the two of them in the room.
"Why'd you want to get demoted?"
"Because of my brother." He said dully.
Bella's eyes widened in surprise, "'Brother?' Surely, he must be as cute as you." She winked at him flirtatiously, "But seriously, why your brother?"
He mentally sighed in frustration, another talk about his family, repeat much?
He started, "My brother, Matthew, was in CIA. After recovering from one of his undercover spy work, he said that the government had some bad things going on. That clouded his sight and quitted. His close friend in the CIA quitted too."
The blonde woman smiled at him, "I see. Then, what's his job now?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Dunno."
"Do you two live together?"
"He has his own house."
"How about his friends?" 'Oh, were they playing 20 questions now?' Alfred thought.
"Toris became his chaperone. Mattie has his own cook even though he knows how to cook himself."
"What?" He asked, startled.
"It seems that your brother makes more than you. And you're completely a dope for not knowing what 'Mattie' does for money."
Nosy, this girl was. Alfred wanted to tell her off, but that's not what heroes do. He should keep his cool.
"Salope."
"Hm?"
He looked away, muttering "nothing."
The glass doors opened, "Hey Bella," Alfred saw a tall man with a very gravity-defying hair… was it Mohawk? He walked to the blonde woman. "I heard there's an expo on drugs in Delaware. Do you—?" The man saw him. "Aren't you Alfred Jones?"
'Alfred F. Jones, excuse me.' Alfred thought, but just nodded.
"You're Matthew's brother, right?"
His brows raised, "You know Mattie?"
"Yeah, from Facebook."
He groaned, slumping on the table muttering "Figures."
Arthur, he watched him walk to the office, he entered through the glass doors too. He stood beside the man. Alfred needed to bite his inner cheek so he won't laugh at how short Arthur was compared to…Lars, he presumed.
"You lot, we're heading to the Frenchies club near the port. You two," He turned to Lars and Bella. "You're picking up Aurel in the airport. Let's meet outside the club at—" He looked at his watch, "—7. Look French and learn a bit." He pointed at Alfred, "You, you're coming with me."
"It's only 4:45, you got something to do, Artie?"
Arthur was driving, and glared at the road while doing so.
"Arthur?"
The British man's features soothed.
"Got any problems?"
"No, I just…wanted to know more about you."
"My past, you mean."
"What about now?"
Alfred sighed frustratedly, "It's damned. That's why I like going to Mattie's place."
"Oh, I just remembered, what's your brother's job?"
That question again, it pestered him and taunted him like a humming bee.
"It's Mattie's and my secret."
Arthur agreed silently, deciding not to pry anymore about his brother. "Then tell me…about both your past. It seems adventurous."
Unknowingly, the other grinned. "Both Mattie and me grew up in Seattle, until we were three. We went to Texas when our grandpa died. We finished Elementary and went to L.A. for summer then continued middle school in Quebec. Mattie found a polar bear in the back yard one day during summer and kept it for a pet. When he left for summer camp, I accidentally forgot to let him in the house. The next morning I remembered, the bear wasn't there. So when Matt came back, I told him that it ran." He turned to the side, to Arthur. "It was half true!" He said, perplexed.
The Britton laughed softly, "You lied to your brother." He stated it.
"Matt cried over it for a week and refused any thing I offered to him."
"The boy knows you had some part in it, somehow."
Alfred sighed, "Can we… can we not talk about this?" He asked.
"Alright. What happened ne—?"
"Please."
Arthur wanted to insist but gave in when he saw Alfred, on the corner of his eyes, the blonde's hand covering most his face and his eyes looking away to the side of the window. He sniffed. What I did to… Mattie's pet… It broke his heart. As the older brother, I should've been more responsible.
I'm so sorry, Matt.
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Short author's note.
I don't own.
"Aww Alfred. It's totes your fault! XD Lol."
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