Comatose
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There she was, standing right in front of him, smiling, beckoning him to follow her through the meadow. She was dressed in all white, and there seemed to be a halo above her dark blond hair. She had never looked more beautiful. "Jeanne!" He shouted trying to tell her to slow down, that if she got any farther ahead of him he wouldn't be able to catch up to her. And then she was gone and in front of him stood his mother, her light brown hair and purple eyes that reminded him of Matthew's. They shared the same prominent chin, the same charming look that swept people of the same and opposite gender away "Maman!" He shouted, but just like Jeanne she too beckoned him to her and he tried to go after her as well only to have her get too far ahead of him.
"Francis," called his sister's sweet voice from behind him.
"Francis," called Matthew's voice also from behind him.
"Francis, come on Francis." Gilbert and Antonio shouted, coming from the same direction as his sister and cousin's voice.
"Francis," Alfred shouted,
"Francis"
"Francis" All of the voices began to blend together, he wanted to turn around and see them, but he couldn't. He had to follow Jeanne and his mother, to catch up with them and tell them how much he missed them.
"Francis!" a single voice in the crowd of voice said loud and clear, Arthur's. "Francis, you can't follow them. You have to let them go." Francis nodded, knowing that Arthur was right. They were dead and there was no point in trying to follow the dead. But he couldn't bring himself to turn away from them, he could see them now up on the horizon. They were waving to him; they too seemed to be shouting his name. "Let them go Francis."
"I want you to heal, not move on!" he could hear Matthew shout, his cousin was angry. Angry that he couldn't turn around to face them, that he couldn't let go of his Maman and Jeanne.
"Francis!" Monique's voice said, "I forgive you."
"Become someone who can be Monique's big brother and not a shadow of himself. You've been that for far too long." Matthew's voice stung but Francis still couldn't bring himself to face him.
"Maman! Jeanne! Wait, please!" Francis shouted, his feet started to move in their direction. He could hear female giggles ahead of him that had to be them. Then a hand grabbed his own.
"Francis, don't do this. If you follow them, you risk losing all of us." Said Arthur's voice, Francis finally looked behind him to see everybody else that he loved. His grandparents, Monique, Matthew, Aunt Alice and Uncle Franklin, Alfred, Antonio, Mr. and Mrs. Carriedo, Gilbert, Ludwig, Feliciano, Lovino, Elizaveth, Rodriech, his teachers, acquaintances from college, and Arthur. It was Arthur who had grabbed his hand and made him look and see everyone he would leave behind.
"Don't go," Monique shouted, he could see tears that wanted to fall from her sapphire blue eyes. And he was the cause of them; he would hate himself if he ever made Monique cry again.
"Francis, can you really leave all of us behind?" Antonio asked, "Do we mean that little to you." Francis shook his head trying to tell his friends that he just wanted to see them again.
"We can be your family now, if you'll let us." Feliciano said Francis nodded.
"Let us go, Francis." His mother's voice said, he could feel her warm hand pushing him to go with the others.
"I can't." Francis protested, "I miss you, I don't want to let you go."
"You will never be happy if you don't." Jeanne's voice said in a disappointed tone. "You have so much in life to look forward to. Go with them Francis, you'll regret it if you don't."
"Go, and don't look back." His mother said,
"Francis, I love you too." Arthur said and finally Francis found himself being able to move towards Arthur and the others. To his family.
"Ah, you're awake finally." Arthur said, he was leaning over Francis in a very awkward position. He jumped away slightly as he realized how close the two of them were making Francis chuckle. Arthur's face turned to a very cute shade of red that made Francis wonder how much redder it could get. "You were talking in your sleep." Arthur said as if that explained everything. He started to move away, but Francis reached out from where he was laying on the couch and grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled the Britt in closer.
"Thank you, mon cher." Francis whispered and kissed Arthur's palm.
"What are you doing, you bloody Frog!" Arthur shouted jerking his hand away from Francis.
"Thanking you," Francis replied with a smirk, Arthur could be so silly sometimes. Francis sat up, he felt better, as if the weight of the conversation he had, had with Matthew two weeks ago had suddenly been lifted off his shoulders.
"For what?" Arthur snapped, "Have you finally lost it, Frog?" Francis shook his head laughing.
"For bringing me back and making me realize how much I have here."
"You've lost me." Arthur said giving his head a shake. Francis ignored the comment and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. The shirt he had worn rose about four inches though and Francis didn't miss Arthur's blush and turn of head as he ogled at Francis's tone stomach. Francis liked his stomach, actors had to stay in peak condition, not only to keep fans coming back, but also because one never knew what they were going to have to do for their next performance.
"Shall I make breakfast?"
"Be my guest, you're cooking is better than mine." Arthur said with a shrug.
"Amen to that." Antonio said, Francis looked over to see his best friend sitting at the table, smoking.
"I thought you to quit that." Francis said, it was his fault that Antonio had begun smoking in the first place. He had begun smoking right after Jeanne died to take the edge off from everything and somehow Antonio had picked it up too, Gilbert wouldn't let them smoke anywhere near him though which made it difficult for all of them and nearly made them stop talking all together. It was Matthew who convinced Francis to stop smoking, and Lovino who convinced Antonio. The weeks afterwards had been rough as they stopped their addictions, but they had been successful, or at least Francis thought they had been.
"I did," Antonio replied blowing out smoke, "I'm just stressed." Francis frowned, he could smell the sweet tobacco and it called to him. Francis was sure that even after almost a year of not smoking that even one cigarette would put him back close an addiction again.
"Well put it out, I won't have smoking in here." Francis said hands on his hips. "Lovino would be ashamed."
"Lovino's the whole reason I started smoking again." Antonio said, his voice rising, "His breaking up with me put me over the edge. And then his disappearance, and the thought of him sleeping with some other man, and" SLAP! Arthur's palm connected with Antonio's cheek.
"You're an idiot, Lovino loves you. But what you're doing right now, he would be disappointed in." Arthur said, "You will see him again, I promise you." Francis stood in shock as he watched tears fall from Antonio's eyes; he had very rarely seen Antonio cry before. He had always been so strong; it was one of the many things he had admired about his Spanish friend. But even the strongest had their breaking points.
"So breakfast anybody?" Francis asked trying to break the tension that had suddenly filled the apartments.
"I'm going for a walk." Arthur said grabbing his windbreaker off the hook by the door and leaving the apartment.
"I'm going to take that as a no then." Francis said watching the smaller man leave.
"I've got school today, I'll grab something there." Antonio said standing up, Francis nodded. McGill started back last week, but Francis didn't have classes on Wednesday. The Spaniard left the apartment as well, but didn't slam the door nearly as hard as Arthur had. Francis glanced down at the pack of cigarettes Antonio had left on the table. One couldn't hurt him, right? He reached over to grab the carton and pull one out when Matthew's words hit him again.
"Become someone who can be Monique's big brother and not a shadow of himself. You've been that for far too long." Monique wouldn't want him to be smoking either, she wouldn't be proud of him for turning his lungs black. She needed someone strong. He picked up the carton of cigarettes and walked over to the trash can, Antonio didn't need to have these in the house to tempt him anymore. Well, he could at least make himself some breakfast even if no one else wanted to eat.
He pulled out the Styrofoam carton that contained less than a dozen eggs now as he had cooked with a few, and cheese from the fridge, then walked over to the cabinet and pulled out garlic, pepper, and chives to put in the omelet he was making. He hummed while he worked as to avoid the silence that had filled the once loud apartment. There had been a time over the summer when the apartment had always been filled with people; it seemed to be the hang out place for all of their friends. But now everyone was in school except Arthur who didn't seem to mind so much. He was talking about trying to find some way to make up high school but he wasn't sure how he was going to do that.
Francis couldn't deny that he felt more for the former prostitute then just friendly feelings, if his dream this morning was any indication just how much influence the Britt had over him. Was it love? Yes, Francis was almost sure it was, why though his heart had chosen a man who was as broken as he was and just as stubborn about letting anyone know was a mystery to him. Still how would he tell him, it would have to be special; he was French after all and they were known for a certain sense of charm. But then again, he was sure that the Britt wouldn't want anything that seemed too fast either. Arthur had been through a lot, he had been hurt a lot and betrayed, maybe he should take it slow. Start with friendship and work their way up.
Francis flipped the omelet over, just the right golden color. Gilbert had always said that if acting didn't work out for him being a cook would. Cooking though was just a hobby, something that he was good at but would probably not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
"I'm back," Arthur said walking in the door just as Francis was about to eat the egg he had just cooked. The Britt hung up the wind breaker and looked over to see what Francis was eating.
"Do you want half?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"A cheese omelet, my mother taught me how to make them. She was a good cook." Francis said splitting his breakfast in half with the spatula and pulling out another plate for Arthur. "Do you want toast? It goes along well."
"Your Mom, I heard what happened to her from Lovino. I'm sorry." Arthur said quietly, "I doubt my Mom cared that I left, it was one less mouth she had to feed."
"Don't say that, Mom's love their children. They may just not always know how to show it." Francis said slamming a plate on the table. Arthur just shrugged in response and sat down in front of the other plate.
"She had a funny way of showing it, she didn't care that I was a punk on the street. She just cared about her next client and her next joint. It was Wolfbric who would chastise me when I came home late and bandaged my wounds when I was a lad. I wonder if he misses me." Arthur laid back in the chair not yet touching his omelet.
"I would be shocked if he didn't." Francis said, "Do you want butter on your toast?"
"Sure,"
"So agreeable this morning, who are you and what have you done with the irritable Britt who lives with me?" Francis teased lightly poking Arthur's arm with his fork.
"Can it, Frog."
"So mean, mon cher." Francis said with a dramatic sigh as he cut his omelet with his fork. Arthur rolled his eyes and began to eat as well. It felt nice being with Arthur, it felt right and not at all forced. Francis wondered absentmindedly if the Britt would agree with him as he snuck glances to watch the sandy haired man eat. He still ate like a hamster, as if the food was all going to disappear if he didn't shove it into his mouth as quick as he possibly could. Was it from London or the Russian Sunflower, Francis wondered.
"So what are your plans for today?" Arthur asked when he finally swallowed the huge amounts of food in his mouth.
Matthew hummed to himself as he walked up one of the huge hills that Quebec was famous for. It was a nice day, not quite cold but not hot either, right in the middle and Matthew wanted to enjoy every minute of it that he could spend. He wasn't too concerned about being mugged or anything in Quebec; it had one of the lowest crime rates in the world, so he couldn't exactly say that he was really paying all that much attention to where he was going. After he went to wherever he was planning on going, he wanted to call Gilbert and just talk for a little while. It was nice to hear his voice again; he was so used to hearing it on a day to day basis that not hearing seemed wrong.
Suddenly Matthew was pulled into a side street that didn't have anyone else on it; a cloth was being forced over his mouth. Matthew tried not to breathe in the sweet scent that had filled his nostrils; he had read too many books to actually breathe. But his lungs wouldn't be able to keep this up for very long. "It's taking too long." A man with a childlike voice said and something very hard connected with the back of his skull. "Now our pieces are ready for a check mate, we just have to wait for Arthur to make the next move." And then the world went black.
Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe
'less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
(Waking next you never felt so real)
I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream
'Casuse my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
(Waking next you never felt so real)
Author's Note (The part of the chapter where the author comes out and write a silly note): Dun, dun, duh! (think of the annoying lady from the 1930s serials when it ends in a cliff hanger) Oh No! Matthew's been kidnapped by unknown evil villains! Who will save him?
The plot is thickening. I can't believe how far we've gotten. The next chapters have been written already, and they've been written since June with a few minor tweaking. They will also be graphic especially the chapter after the next. If you don't wish to read them, you can skip them and continue reading after the next two chapters are over. I understand. People have been asking for more Spamano and I promise its coming, just not yet.
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Okay so one last thing before I end this ridiculously long Author's Note and I'm going to try that bribing idea so when we get to 101 reviews I will award that reviewer with a short story of their choosing of any paring except USUK which I hate with a passion, sorry to and UsUk lovers reading this story but I hate that pairing. Okay so we're at 82 reviews right now (as of the time I'm writing this) so let's see if we can get nineteen more reviews.