A: *walks out with headphones on singing (out of tune)* Do you hear the
people sing? Singing the song of angry men! It is the music of the people
who will not be slaves again! *Myshawolf clamps her hand over her mouth and
shuts off the walkman* T_T Sorry everybody... Just saw Les Mis! ^-^
MW: *rolls eyes* Angelina *shakes head and then smirks and grabs the CD player* If you don't review the Les Mis CD gets it! *hooks it into a machine which is situated over a pit of water*
A: *screams falling to her knees* Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
MW: *grins* On with the show!
Wandering Children
Chapter 7- Paper faces on parade
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Michael quickly tugged on his costume. He couldn't believe he let Christine pick out his costume for tonight. As he pulled on the last sandal, he figured it could have been worse. At least Apollo was a guy. Last year, she made Aidan go as Athena, the goddess of War. Michael supposed it was his turn as a piece of Greek Mythology.
Michael was just putting on the wreath of Laurel leaves around his head when Christine walked in. Her costume was very colorful and she jingled as she walked from the jewelry on her body. Michael smiled as she handed him his violin.
"Is this in place of a lyre, fair gypsy?" Michael asked.
"Maybe." Christine giggled, "Mama wants us to play tonight."
Aidan walked in as well, adjusting his gladiator armor, "I see this Harpy has struck again."
"Yes, it's my turn this year." Michael nodded.
"Well I can't have two Gods running around or I may have another Trojan war." Christine replied with a smile, "Now let's go and have some fun tonight."
"Mama and Papa are awaiting us upstairs." Aidan smiled offering his arm to Christine.
Christine giggled as she accepted. Michael offered his as well. Arm in arm the three siblings' heads to the stage above to enjoy the greatest party ever thrown in the history of Paris.
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Erika stood in the shadows with her husband. Absently she straightened his costume a little. James smiled down at his beautiful wife. He was so lucky to have her. Gently he touched her cheek and leaned down to steal a kiss.
"Well, it looks like I found two royal lovers." Danesh chuckled as he and Nadir walked up.
James looked up at the two. Danesh was dressed as The Egyptian god, Osiris, before he was betrayed by his brother. Nadir looked disgruntled as Isis. James had to do a double take before he started laughing. Nadir blushed a crimson color as he muttered in Arabic.
"What bet did you lose this time?" Erika asked while trying to stifle a laugh.
Nadir just glared at his other half. Danesh sighed, "He made a bet with me about how busy the restaurant would be today. The prize was the winner could pick the other's costumes for tonight. He told me we wouldn't be that busy. We were absolutely packed."
James smiled after gaining some control over his laughing fit, "Don't you know by now, my friend, never ever bet with your better half."
This earned a laugh from everyone present. The laughter quieted down when the company began to assemble in the main lobby for the Presentation of Costumes. Erika smiled as she watched Holmes' kids show up with Leroux leading them. She spotted her own kin making their own entrance.
Michael scanned the crowd looking for Mirielle. Sure, he swore to back off, but somehow he refuse to waste the magic of the masquerade night by avoiding her. His face lit up when he saw her. He admired as she uncertainly scanned the crowd for someone. The lilies were scattered through her beautiful sable hair. Her dress of blue and silver gave her this surreal look. Michael felt his throat go dry at the sight of her.
Christine was chatting with Jessamine when she noticed where Michael was headed. A smile touched her lips. Good for him, Christine thought as she flicked her long black hair back. She turned back to see Aidan had stolen away her current talking partner. A pout swept across Christine's face until she felt someone at her back. Turning, she smiled at Sir John the Knight.
"Bon soir, Mademoiselle Noir." John smiled charmingly.
"Monsieur Holmes, are you going to run from me this time?" Christine asked.
"I'll try not to. May I have this dance?"
Christine considered him this time. One dance couldn't hurt. Showing her consent, she placed her hand in his. John lead her to the make shift dance floor. Together the move with such grace that John wasn't sure what to make of it. Christine only smiled softy as they glided across the dance floor.
Mirielle looked around for Michael. She wasn't sure what he was wearing except Christine joked that their costumes complimented each other. Mirielle gaped as Michael walked toward her in a tunic/ toga that resembled something from Ancient Greece. A silver mask covered his face. However she could still see his long black hair and beautiful green eyes. He bowed low in front of her.
"Lady Daphne, I'm surprised to see you here instead of the woods you love so much." Michael greeted.
Mirielle caught on to what he was saying and immediately knew who he was dressed, "Lord Apollo, What is the point of running through the woods if you are not chasing me."
Michael smiled as she played along with him, "Now that we are here, shall we dance?"
"Of course." Mirielle giggled as he led her to the dance floor.
Michael pulled her closer to him and smiled at how well she fit. Placing one hand on her back, he gripped her hand gently with the other one. Slowly and deliberately, they moved across the floor. They stared at each other as they move, unaware of the world around them.
High above, James smiled as he watched his sons dance with their beautiful ladies. He placed a loving arm around Erika. Erika smiled as Leroux approached them. For his old age, His steps were quick and light. He was busy arguing with Fenwick when they came up. James rolled his eyes. Those two were al ways fighting about something.
"Etienne," Erika smiled stopping the arguing, "How wonderful of you to come."
Leroux smiled widely, "I refuse to miss the biggest party in Paris. Just keep Nadir sober. That is Nadir there in the dress?"
Danesh and James chuckled softly as the head of security glared at everyone. Nadir grumbled to himself about a stupid boyfriend and ways to get back at him. Danesh smiled at Leroux, "He lost a bet to me. Besides Inspector you have to admit it was funny when he hit on you."
"Now I know why I had such a hard time finding a girlfriend when I was younger." Leroux groaned.
"Did you come alone then?" James asked.
"Oh no, my little Beth's kids brought me. In fact Mirielle is dancing with Michael right now. Apparently they are here on business but you can't prove it by me."
Erika felt James stiffen as he recognized the girl that Michael was dancing with. Erika looked at her husband with worry in her eyes. Fenwick also noticed the change and stepped forward as well. James went to rush down stairs only to find his way blocked by Erika who stood on the edge of the first step.
"Don't you dare, James Moriarty," Erika warned softly.
"Out of my way, Erika. He is getting a thrashing." James growled.
"And what will that prove?" Erika growled back at him, "I'll tell you, absolutely nothing. He'll still love her."
"He is putting everyone in danger."
"I think he knows that and is trying to back away."
"That's not backing away."
"Did you easily walk away from me when you should have?" Erika asked softly. When James didn't answer she continued, "You couldn't just as he can't. Let him find his way, James."
"Fine, but I'm still yelling at him."
Erika kissed James softly, "After the party. Let them have tonight. It may be all they get."
"After the party. I'm going to have a talk with Aidan too. I'm sure the scoundrel knew all about this little mess."
"I'm sure he did too as well as did Christine." Erika chuckled softly, "We'll have a family meeting in the morning. Tonight let them live out their fantasies."
"I will do as my queen commands." James sighed before her snatched her off the step and spun her around.
Krissy appeared at the bottom of the flight and yelled, "Are you guys going to act mysterious all night or are you going come down and mingle? Some of us actually would like to meet the whole company."
Erika smiled at her husband, "Our adoring masses a wait."
"We should make them wait a little bit longer." James smirked evilly.
Erika returned it as she led him down, "One dance, my love. Then we can go back to being aloof and mysterious."
Michael gulped when he saw his father and mother come down at Krissy's urging. He was going to strangle that wolf. Urgently, he moved Mirielle and himself off the dance floor. Mirielle gave him a confused look. Michael smiled at her.
"I want to show you the whole lobby." Michael remarked lamely.
"Okay." Mirielle shrugged as she felt Michael slip an arm around her waist.
They walked away from the crowd area. Dante watched them leave. He decided quickly follow the two. Dante disappeared after them. Michael led Mirielle around the back way to the stage area. He knew he had to tell her the truth soon but he wasn't sure if he could. Somehow he wanted it to be easier on her.
"Mirielle," Michael began, "I want to talk with you about some things."
"Yes, Michael?"
"I'm not all that I seem to be. I have some things that I'm keeping from you and it's not fair because I can't tell you. Too many people would be put in danger."
"What are you trying to say, Michael? That you want to stop seeing me?"
"I don't know what I'm trying to say." Michael groaned, "All I know is that by being with you everyone that I love is in danger. But I can't walk away from you."
"Michael, I think I feel the same way. Ever since we met, I've doubted everything around me. As an inspector of the law, I can't get emotional involved in a case, yet I have with you."
"So we are at an impasse." Michael sighed.
"No we are not. We just need to go our separate ways until things die down and I solve my case."
"Do you think it will be that easy, Mirielle?" Michael shouted as he pulled her closer, shocking her, "You fire my blood. I can't walk away from that. Do I fire yours?"
Mirielle wasn't sure how to answer that. She stared at Michael's eyes and saw a flicker of desire in his eyes. She did that to him. Deep down inside, she knew he did the same to her. She nearly jumped when Michael's lips covered hers. The kiss was passionate yet tender at the same time.
Finally, Mirielle pulled away. Her heart was racing as she gazed at Michael. They stared at each other. Michael's eyes flared with an inner fire. Mirielle wasn't sure how to react to that. Instead she backed away from him.
Michael watched her run from him with a heavy heart. He moved too quickly for her and consequently scared her away. Feeling defeated, he moved to sit on a stack of boxes. Why on earth did he just do that?
"Sometimes we need to just follow our hearts." A familiar baritone voice spoke up.
Michael looked up to see the man from the cemetery walk out. His face was still hidden by a black muffler. A long black cloak flowed around him. Underneath was an evening suit that looked like what Michael had in his closet. Michael tried to smile at the man.
"Are you enjoying the party, monsieur?" Michael asked weakly.
"Indeed. The Masquerade was always my favorite time of the year. One of the few times I could step out and not be feared." The man chuckled as he sat next to Michael.
Michael nodded, "I guess it's an odd time of year."
"Would you like to talk about what happen between you and the young lady?" The man asked gently.
"I wish I knew."
"Then start with what you do know."
"Same as I told you before except I'm sure that I love her. I tried to tell her the truth. However I chickened out."
"Braver men than you have been scared by a pair of pretty eyes. You'll find the words to tell her the truth. I think she'll surprise you."
"I guess"
Shouting was heard off stage. Michael's heart froze as he heard Mirielle's voice shouting at someone to leave her alone. Fury built inside Michael as he moved to go help her. The man stopped him.
"You are hardily intimidating in that get up." The man observed as he took off his cloak, "Take this."
An idea flashed through Michael's head as he took the cloak, "Merci. I'll return back to you."
"Never mind. Hurry before that scum hurts her."
Michael ran off the stage. The man watched him go with pride in his eyes. Michael spotted Mirielle giving Dante hell as she tried to get away. Michael ducked into the dressing room that Dante was pulling her towards. As he looked around, he smiled as he recognized his mother's room and quickly set to work.
Dante was going to open this wench's eyes to the truth about the Noirs. He smiled as he spotted the slightly opened door to Erika's dressing room. Ignoring the fighting girl he held, he pulled her to the room.
Only to be brought up short by the point of a sword held by the Phantom. Mirielle froze as she stared as a pair of bright green eyes hidden by a white mask. This wasn't the Phantom she met. That one had blue eyes. What was going on here?
The Phantom smiled at the two intruders. He took a step forward causing them to step back. Dante's eyes went wide. He wasn't sure what to do since he didn't plan for this. After all Erika was still with her husband back at the party.
"Hello, de Chagny. Taking after your father by kidnapping unwilling young ladies?" The Phantom spat at Dante.
Dante glared at the Phantom, "She needs to be shown the truth."
"Not by the likes of you. Now let her go!"
Dante glared at The Phantom as he let go of Mirielle go. Mirielle shot Dante a killer look. She stepped away from the men. Dante and The Phantom continued to glare at each other. Finally the Phantom lowered his sword and motioned that Dante should leave. Dante ran away angry that he lost this fight.
The Phantom turned Mirielle. They stared at each other. Mirielle looked him over carefully.
"You aren't the real one are you?" She asked after a few moments.
"No I'm not. I'm just filling in. That's not all you need to say, is it?"
"No. We meet before in New London, haven't we?"
Michael's heart broke a little but he decided to come clean this way, "Yes we have."
"By Downing Street."
"Oui, you are as smart as Michael tells me."
"You know Michael?"
"He is a very dear friend. You have turned his world around, chère. He never doubted his beliefs until you."
"Should I be flattered?"
"No, just aware. He cares for you greatly and doesn't want to hurt you. I hope you won't hurt him."
"I'll try not to. I'm afraid I have to arrest you."
The Phantom smirked as smoke filled the room, "Catch me if you can. I won't be in this costume again."
Mirielle covered her mouth with her hand and charged into the smoke only to find the man gone. Confused, she staggered out of the cloudy dressing room and into the clearer back stage area. Mirielle felt a pair of strong arms around her waist. She looked up into Michael's relieved face. They smiled at each other and Michael led her back to the party.
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Jessamine stood to the side adjusting her old fashioned news boy's hat. She smiled as it flopped over the front of her face and she had to flip it back. Aidan spied her fooling around with the hat and thought this would be the perfect time for her first lesson. He casually made his way over and leaned against the wall, "Jess, go over to Dante and steal his wallet, look it's sticking out of his pocket. I'll give you half the money in there if you do it successfully."
Smirking she made her way to the center of the dance floor. Dante was having a good time with some dancer when she tried to grab for the wallet. She missed and grabbed a string from his costume and ripped it off. As the final stitch came undone his costume fell apart. Jessamine's eyes went wide as she clutched the string; Dante turned around and saw her run towards Aidan, the string traveling behind her.
"He saw me!" she whispered going to hide behind his back.
Aidan turned around and asked, "Saw you what?" Just as he finished that sentence Dante was coming towards them. "Just stay behind me," he whispered to her, turning around the face the angered Dante.
"Move it Spartacus!" Dante spat. "You can't protect her forever, you have to sleep sometime. Now move so I could deal with the little book rat. She's not worth protecting anyway, she's a thief and a failed writer, what use is she to anyone, besides maybe a plaything. "
"I dared her to do it Dante, you're fight is with me, not her!" Aidan blurted out, his eyes narrowing, turning red with rage. He clenched his fists and tensed up, but tried to ignore the feeling of wanting him dead. "Now leave her alone! She's not a failed writer mind you, and she is of plenty of use, unlike you, you vile, disgusting creature!" Jessamine stood behind him to the side to see Dante's brown eyes go black and his lip curling. .
Christine and John walked up to them and looked onto the stare down. After two minutes of gut wrenching silence Christine finally blurted out, "Aidan, hit the damn fool!" and his fist flew, hitting Dante in the jaw. Dante punched back, knocking him back a little, causing Jessamine to have to jump off to side. "Come on Aidan! Give it to him!" Christine cheered. Jessamine looked at Christine in confusion and then joined in the cheering.
Michael heard this from the other side of the room and had to see what was going on. He gently took Mirielle's wrist and took her over, Akeem following behind. When he saw his brother and Dante in a fist fight he couldn't help but smile and then get involved. Walking into the center of the ring of people watching Michael grabbed Dante and put his arm under his chin in the crook of his neck and held his other arm behind his back, "Come on Aidan, a few good punches then he's broke," he said smirking, while trying to keep Dante still.
Aidan punched him twice in the nose, blood now dripping from it. He looked up and then took his free foot and tripped Michael by swiftly knocking it into his ankle. Michael's grip loosened and Dante turned around punching him in the eye. Mirielle gasped but stayed put, she did not want to get into any more confrontations with Dante.
From the shadows a figure chuckled. His black eyes twinkled with amusement at the antics of the young people. Wiping a piece of dirty blonde hair from his forehead he lifted his mask slightly to get a little more air. Settling it down again he saw two people approaching the group and walked away into the backstage area.
"What do you three think you're doing?" Krissy yelled as she approached them. "Put him down Aidan, Michael don't you dare punch him and My God Dante, do you ever stay out of trouble?"
The boys grumbled and then looked up, Dante had a bloody nose and several bruises, Aidan a bleeding lip, and Michael had a cut eyebrow and a shiner. "It's my fault," Jessamine stepped forward. Krissy looked at her, 'What is she talking about?' ran through her head. "I tried to pickpocket Dante, his costume fell apart and Aidan was only helping me out by not letting the royal toad hurt me."
Dante glared at her and Buquet sighed, "Princess, you know you shouldn't do things like that. Now as for you Dante, go put some pants on. Aidan, Michael, your parents are going to hear about this." Michael and Aidan both winced.
Nadir, Erika, and James all watched from the other side of the hall, "Where do those traits come from, exactly?" Nadir asked as he saw the first punch sail through the air.
"Their father," Erika pointed out watching Christine and Jessamine cheer them on.
"I do recall someone playing mind games with a certain lunatic," James smirked.
"So you're defending him now?" Erika asked caustically, but with a slight smirk.
"I'm glad my life is restricted to the Opera House," Nadir sighed as he watched the fight progress down below.
"Not that he didn't deserve it, but I remember a certain someone saving another certain someone from an ionizer shot," James added looking at his wife, the queen of the masquerade.
"And that certain someone had to go legit to do so," Erika smiled, finally besting her husband. Her blue eyes were twinkling with mischief as he looked at her half sour and half amused.
"Now I'm really glad I'm stuck here," Nadir sighed. "Oh, it looks as though we have incoming company," he smiled as his nephew walked up to the group.
"Well, we have a bloody lip, a cut on an eyebrow and a black eye," he reported. "Also, the annual humiliation of a De Chagny has commenced, thanks to the pick pocket this year."
"That's it? Well the boys have certainly toned down the injuries," Erika smiled looking towards the boys who looked as though they were boasting about their big fight while Christine, Mirielle, and Jessamine were chatting in their own little circle.
"What exactly happened?" Nadir inquired, although he really wasn't sure if he wanted to know or not.
"Well," Akeem began, "from what I have come to understand Aidan dared Jessamine to steal Dante's wallet and she missed grabbing a string from his costume instead. Then, his pants fell apart and he saw the pick pocket run to Aidan so he followed her. Aidan protected the thief and Christine told Aidan to punch Dante, so he did. Then Michael came over and joined in. Then, thank Allah, Krissy and Buquet came over and broke it up."
Erika and James looked at each other and Erika sighed, "Michael would join in anything if his brother is mixed up in it."
"It looks as though one of the saviors from the fight is coming our way," Nadir pointed out as Krissy walked towards them.
"Your daughter is an instigator," Krissy sighed. "The boys aren't very banged up, but if I let it go any longer De Chagny would be dead and your boys would be celebrating more so than they are now."
James looked at Krissy, "My Christine? An Instigator? Never," he said in a slight state of shock.
"Yes, your Christine egged on your son, and I quote, by saying, 'Aidan, hit the damn fool.' However, he did deserve it, no matter if Jessamine was going to steal or not."
James sneered, "I hate that boy. It's very disappointing what French nobility has come to."
"He's a noble pain in the ass," Nadir growled slightly.
Krissy looked at him, "What did I tell you about repeating yourself Nadir?" she asked agitatedly. "I believe I told you not to do it anymore!"
Erika chuckled and Nadir shrugged it off, "Well you should go tell the boys to fix themselves up and I'm going to have a talk with them," Erika said turning to Akeem. "I'll be down there in about ten minutes, and tell the girls to remain there as well, or at least Jessamine and Christine."
"Yes Madame," Akeem bowed slightly and walked over to the opposite end of the hall, "Aidan, Michael, your mother said for me to tell you to clean yourselves up and she wants to speak with all of you, including Christine and Jessamine."
Michael and Aidan winced at the same time. Finally, Aidan wiped some blood from his lip and said, "Well Michael, if we die tonight I can honestly say I did something I would die for," he joked.
"If I wasn't such a bad pick pocket you two wouldn't have gotten to beat the snot out of him," Jessamine smirked holding up the string that caused the public humiliation of Dante.
"And we are eternally grateful for it Mademoiselle," Michael said kissing her hand just to see what his brother would do. Jessamine laughed while Aidan raised an eyebrow at him, glaring weakly.
"Well, Jess, you did do us that favor, but you still didn't get the wallet. I can't always be there to bail you out if you get caught you know," he said coldly. Jessamine's happy demeanor grew dim, and she nodded solemnly.
"Well, I better um... go get some ice or something," she made an excuse for herself to get away. "I'll be back in a moment," her voice had a stony and faraway quality to it. Then, she walked away and towards the bathroom.
Christine looked at her oldest brother in disgust, "Good going Romeo!" she cuffed him on the back of the head, "You know just because Cosette hurt you doesn't mean you have the right to hurt others! Now you better apologize before the night is over or else I'll tell Papa and he'll have to have a few words with you about being a gentleman!"
Michael was also shocked at his brother's icy words. He didn't say anything as he saw Jessamine wipe her cheek, but he did hope his brother would apologize to her. John then looked at Christine, her face was red with anger at her brother, "Now I'm going to get some bandages, you two stay right here," she said in a firm voice.
"I'll come with you," John suddenly said, 'Where did that come from?' he asked himself. "I mean, if you don't mind, that is."
Christine smiled at his unease. "Of course you can," she grinned. "Let's go," she said walking towards the auditorium. John followed closely behind and as they got into the auditorium she slowed down, "That was something in there wasn't it."
"It sure was something," John said unsurely. "Why do your brothers just jump into fights like that?" he decidedly asked.
"Because they're boys," she laughed, "and since Aidan, my oldest brother, you know the one who dared Jessamine to steal the wallet, well he's got his own reasons. I could personally wish Dante dead and not care if he did," John looked at her in shock, "Unladylike I know," she smiled, "but you don't know what hell that boy has put me through for my entire life."
"I could only imagine," he replied sympathetically, her skin glowing in the pale light. He gulped and walked along side her, admiring her conspicuously.
"It sure is cold in here," murmured Christine as they neared the stage. She rubbed her arms to speed up circulation and John scooted closer to her, she looked at him confusedly as they walked only centimeters from each other.
"Body heat," he replied as their skin touched. John was nervous; you could see it in his face, his eyes wide and being barely able to breathe. He fiddled with his hands as they ascended the steps to the stage and went to the dressing room corridors. His costume clinked as they walked making it the only sound besides their footsteps.
Christine disappeared into one of the dressing rooms and reappeared moments later, "Got it," she smiled holding the bag up. "My mother is going to be very amused when she finds out how this entertaining stunt started."
"Here, let me hold it," he said gesturing towards the bag. She shrugged and handed it to him, but as she did, his fingers graced the back of her hand. Both blushed in the dim light and John grabbed the bag.
"I heard you sing once, you were very good," John said trying to break the silence.
"Thank you," she beamed. "I usually practice when no one is around though, you must have been hiding."
"No, just listening," he admitted, "Your voice almost trapped me. It was entrancing, amazing," he blushed, "I'm sorry, I'm going overboard."
"No, no it's okay," she laughed, "I enjoy a compliment as much as the next person. Besides, it's very becoming of you John." He blushed a deep red and Christine giggled, "You're very easy to embarrass," she pointed out.
John put his hand up to his burning cheek. "I guess I am," he laughed nervously. "But I think I've been a jerk," he admitted, "and I'm really sorry for it. I think I should give you something," she looked at him and tilted her head to the side. He bit his lip and then slowly leaned in and kissed her gently. "I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me."
She smiled and blushed; then said, "Its okay," suddenly she felt the urge to get out of there, it was an uncomfortable situation, so she quickly sputtered, "We better get back to my brothers now, they need the bag and Aidan has some apologizing to do."
"Yes, I agree," John sighed lightly. He was relieved to get out of that situation, but he now knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a quick getaway excuse. He sped up his pace to match hers while they headed back. Upon reentering the ballroom Christine saw Aidan, Michael, and Akeem talking, Dante back with normal clothes on, and all the adults scattered about the room. She quickened and finally got to the boys, "Here," John said holding out the bag, "You'll need this."
Christine then took it from John and handed it to Michael, turning to Aidan, "I'm going to find Jessamine, the moment I do I am going to get you and you are going to apologize, do you hear me?" she asked in an annoyed tone. Aidan shook his head in agreement as she stalked off. "Frères," she murmured as she went off.
After going around the whole room twice she finally decided to check the bathroom. Sniffles came from the middle stall and buckled shoes stuck out of the bottom of the door. "Jessamine, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she muttered unconvincingly. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Jessamine, I know my brother is a jerk. It's really a long story and I would tell you but we don't have time, now would you like to stand outside the door and I'll go tell him where you are? He's been looking for you," she lied. 'No, I'm improving the truth,' she told herself.
Jessamine walked out of the stall, the front of her shirt was covered in tears. "I suppose I should go get a new shirt," she smiled weakly. "After all, a newsgirl can't have a tear stained shirt; it's a sign of weakness."
"Come on you newsie," Christine tried to lighten the mood, "Make my brother feel bad, he deserves it." Christine led her out of the bathroom and stood her by the door on the little inlet, where it was hidden from the rest of the room, but not inside the bathroom. As she dragged her brother to the little inlet by his ear and her hand over his mouth she whispered harshly, "You moron! You made her cry! Even if you do apologize I'm still telling Papa about your behavior! It's unacceptable Aidan! Now go apologize!"
Aidan rubbed his ear and then walked into the inlet. He immediately felt terrible when he saw her standing there; her nose and eyes were red while her cheeks had tear lines running down the side. She was fiddling with her hat as she looked down to the side, "Jessamine," he whispered walking towards her. She looked up and nodded to acknowledge him but didn't speak. "Jess, I'm sorry for being an ingrate."
She looked at him with strong eyes. Their normally crystal blue color was cloudy and gray, "That's all you have to say?" she asked in an icy tone. "You never show any inclination of appreciation for anything M'sieur Aidan. Vous crétin imbécillité stupide je pourrais continuer cette liste mais je pas parce que c'est un gaspillage de puits de souffle quant à me je ne vous laisserai pas me blesse que toujours encore vous n'êtes pas en valeur l'ennui que vous causez monsieur je ne veux jamais vous parlor encore, " she slapped him strait across the face, the hit sounded as painful as it looked. As her hand left his face a big red hand mark was left. Her cheeks were scarlet and puffy as she took deep, agitated breaths.
(A/N: That means "you stupid, imbecilic, cretin, I could continue this list but I won't because it's a waste of breath. Well as for myself I will not let you hurt me ever again! You are not worth the trouble you are causing sir. I never want to speak to you again!")
Aidan took a step back away from her. Her sudden outburst shocked and slightly amused him. After recovering from her biting words and stinging slap he stepped towards her. "I'm sorry you think that way Mademoiselle." She glared at him as he continued towards her in the small space. Cornered in the small area Jessamine kept staring at him. "Je regrette beaucoup Jessamine," he said sincerely tilting her head up towards his he leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips and as he broke off the kiss he said, "Now since you never want to speak to me again, I guess I'll be off."
Jessamine's eyes were wide open. As he walked away she felt her lips with her index finger, her mouth gapping. She leaned against the door, "Mon Dieu," she thought out loud, "what just happened?" She walked out of the inlet only to bump into Christine. "Sorry," she muttered still in shock.
Christine steadied her out and laughed, "No problem Jess. What happened? Did my brother do something else to make you feel bad, because if he did I can talk with him," she smirked wickedly.
"Oh um... nothing," she replied shaking out of it. "I guess I exploded and said some things that I really didn't mean and then I don't even know, he," she whispered very quietly and said as quickly as she could, "kissed me."
Christine smirked deviously. "Don't worry Jessamine; I'll be sure to take care of it for you." Jessamine smiled gratefully and then went back into the bathroom and wiped her nose and splashed some water on her face. "Now let's go back there, my mom is going to have a talk with us."
MW: *rolls eyes* Angelina *shakes head and then smirks and grabs the CD player* If you don't review the Les Mis CD gets it! *hooks it into a machine which is situated over a pit of water*
A: *screams falling to her knees* Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
MW: *grins* On with the show!
Wandering Children
Chapter 7- Paper faces on parade
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Michael quickly tugged on his costume. He couldn't believe he let Christine pick out his costume for tonight. As he pulled on the last sandal, he figured it could have been worse. At least Apollo was a guy. Last year, she made Aidan go as Athena, the goddess of War. Michael supposed it was his turn as a piece of Greek Mythology.
Michael was just putting on the wreath of Laurel leaves around his head when Christine walked in. Her costume was very colorful and she jingled as she walked from the jewelry on her body. Michael smiled as she handed him his violin.
"Is this in place of a lyre, fair gypsy?" Michael asked.
"Maybe." Christine giggled, "Mama wants us to play tonight."
Aidan walked in as well, adjusting his gladiator armor, "I see this Harpy has struck again."
"Yes, it's my turn this year." Michael nodded.
"Well I can't have two Gods running around or I may have another Trojan war." Christine replied with a smile, "Now let's go and have some fun tonight."
"Mama and Papa are awaiting us upstairs." Aidan smiled offering his arm to Christine.
Christine giggled as she accepted. Michael offered his as well. Arm in arm the three siblings' heads to the stage above to enjoy the greatest party ever thrown in the history of Paris.
~*~*~*~*~
Erika stood in the shadows with her husband. Absently she straightened his costume a little. James smiled down at his beautiful wife. He was so lucky to have her. Gently he touched her cheek and leaned down to steal a kiss.
"Well, it looks like I found two royal lovers." Danesh chuckled as he and Nadir walked up.
James looked up at the two. Danesh was dressed as The Egyptian god, Osiris, before he was betrayed by his brother. Nadir looked disgruntled as Isis. James had to do a double take before he started laughing. Nadir blushed a crimson color as he muttered in Arabic.
"What bet did you lose this time?" Erika asked while trying to stifle a laugh.
Nadir just glared at his other half. Danesh sighed, "He made a bet with me about how busy the restaurant would be today. The prize was the winner could pick the other's costumes for tonight. He told me we wouldn't be that busy. We were absolutely packed."
James smiled after gaining some control over his laughing fit, "Don't you know by now, my friend, never ever bet with your better half."
This earned a laugh from everyone present. The laughter quieted down when the company began to assemble in the main lobby for the Presentation of Costumes. Erika smiled as she watched Holmes' kids show up with Leroux leading them. She spotted her own kin making their own entrance.
Michael scanned the crowd looking for Mirielle. Sure, he swore to back off, but somehow he refuse to waste the magic of the masquerade night by avoiding her. His face lit up when he saw her. He admired as she uncertainly scanned the crowd for someone. The lilies were scattered through her beautiful sable hair. Her dress of blue and silver gave her this surreal look. Michael felt his throat go dry at the sight of her.
Christine was chatting with Jessamine when she noticed where Michael was headed. A smile touched her lips. Good for him, Christine thought as she flicked her long black hair back. She turned back to see Aidan had stolen away her current talking partner. A pout swept across Christine's face until she felt someone at her back. Turning, she smiled at Sir John the Knight.
"Bon soir, Mademoiselle Noir." John smiled charmingly.
"Monsieur Holmes, are you going to run from me this time?" Christine asked.
"I'll try not to. May I have this dance?"
Christine considered him this time. One dance couldn't hurt. Showing her consent, she placed her hand in his. John lead her to the make shift dance floor. Together the move with such grace that John wasn't sure what to make of it. Christine only smiled softy as they glided across the dance floor.
Mirielle looked around for Michael. She wasn't sure what he was wearing except Christine joked that their costumes complimented each other. Mirielle gaped as Michael walked toward her in a tunic/ toga that resembled something from Ancient Greece. A silver mask covered his face. However she could still see his long black hair and beautiful green eyes. He bowed low in front of her.
"Lady Daphne, I'm surprised to see you here instead of the woods you love so much." Michael greeted.
Mirielle caught on to what he was saying and immediately knew who he was dressed, "Lord Apollo, What is the point of running through the woods if you are not chasing me."
Michael smiled as she played along with him, "Now that we are here, shall we dance?"
"Of course." Mirielle giggled as he led her to the dance floor.
Michael pulled her closer to him and smiled at how well she fit. Placing one hand on her back, he gripped her hand gently with the other one. Slowly and deliberately, they moved across the floor. They stared at each other as they move, unaware of the world around them.
High above, James smiled as he watched his sons dance with their beautiful ladies. He placed a loving arm around Erika. Erika smiled as Leroux approached them. For his old age, His steps were quick and light. He was busy arguing with Fenwick when they came up. James rolled his eyes. Those two were al ways fighting about something.
"Etienne," Erika smiled stopping the arguing, "How wonderful of you to come."
Leroux smiled widely, "I refuse to miss the biggest party in Paris. Just keep Nadir sober. That is Nadir there in the dress?"
Danesh and James chuckled softly as the head of security glared at everyone. Nadir grumbled to himself about a stupid boyfriend and ways to get back at him. Danesh smiled at Leroux, "He lost a bet to me. Besides Inspector you have to admit it was funny when he hit on you."
"Now I know why I had such a hard time finding a girlfriend when I was younger." Leroux groaned.
"Did you come alone then?" James asked.
"Oh no, my little Beth's kids brought me. In fact Mirielle is dancing with Michael right now. Apparently they are here on business but you can't prove it by me."
Erika felt James stiffen as he recognized the girl that Michael was dancing with. Erika looked at her husband with worry in her eyes. Fenwick also noticed the change and stepped forward as well. James went to rush down stairs only to find his way blocked by Erika who stood on the edge of the first step.
"Don't you dare, James Moriarty," Erika warned softly.
"Out of my way, Erika. He is getting a thrashing." James growled.
"And what will that prove?" Erika growled back at him, "I'll tell you, absolutely nothing. He'll still love her."
"He is putting everyone in danger."
"I think he knows that and is trying to back away."
"That's not backing away."
"Did you easily walk away from me when you should have?" Erika asked softly. When James didn't answer she continued, "You couldn't just as he can't. Let him find his way, James."
"Fine, but I'm still yelling at him."
Erika kissed James softly, "After the party. Let them have tonight. It may be all they get."
"After the party. I'm going to have a talk with Aidan too. I'm sure the scoundrel knew all about this little mess."
"I'm sure he did too as well as did Christine." Erika chuckled softly, "We'll have a family meeting in the morning. Tonight let them live out their fantasies."
"I will do as my queen commands." James sighed before her snatched her off the step and spun her around.
Krissy appeared at the bottom of the flight and yelled, "Are you guys going to act mysterious all night or are you going come down and mingle? Some of us actually would like to meet the whole company."
Erika smiled at her husband, "Our adoring masses a wait."
"We should make them wait a little bit longer." James smirked evilly.
Erika returned it as she led him down, "One dance, my love. Then we can go back to being aloof and mysterious."
Michael gulped when he saw his father and mother come down at Krissy's urging. He was going to strangle that wolf. Urgently, he moved Mirielle and himself off the dance floor. Mirielle gave him a confused look. Michael smiled at her.
"I want to show you the whole lobby." Michael remarked lamely.
"Okay." Mirielle shrugged as she felt Michael slip an arm around her waist.
They walked away from the crowd area. Dante watched them leave. He decided quickly follow the two. Dante disappeared after them. Michael led Mirielle around the back way to the stage area. He knew he had to tell her the truth soon but he wasn't sure if he could. Somehow he wanted it to be easier on her.
"Mirielle," Michael began, "I want to talk with you about some things."
"Yes, Michael?"
"I'm not all that I seem to be. I have some things that I'm keeping from you and it's not fair because I can't tell you. Too many people would be put in danger."
"What are you trying to say, Michael? That you want to stop seeing me?"
"I don't know what I'm trying to say." Michael groaned, "All I know is that by being with you everyone that I love is in danger. But I can't walk away from you."
"Michael, I think I feel the same way. Ever since we met, I've doubted everything around me. As an inspector of the law, I can't get emotional involved in a case, yet I have with you."
"So we are at an impasse." Michael sighed.
"No we are not. We just need to go our separate ways until things die down and I solve my case."
"Do you think it will be that easy, Mirielle?" Michael shouted as he pulled her closer, shocking her, "You fire my blood. I can't walk away from that. Do I fire yours?"
Mirielle wasn't sure how to answer that. She stared at Michael's eyes and saw a flicker of desire in his eyes. She did that to him. Deep down inside, she knew he did the same to her. She nearly jumped when Michael's lips covered hers. The kiss was passionate yet tender at the same time.
Finally, Mirielle pulled away. Her heart was racing as she gazed at Michael. They stared at each other. Michael's eyes flared with an inner fire. Mirielle wasn't sure how to react to that. Instead she backed away from him.
Michael watched her run from him with a heavy heart. He moved too quickly for her and consequently scared her away. Feeling defeated, he moved to sit on a stack of boxes. Why on earth did he just do that?
"Sometimes we need to just follow our hearts." A familiar baritone voice spoke up.
Michael looked up to see the man from the cemetery walk out. His face was still hidden by a black muffler. A long black cloak flowed around him. Underneath was an evening suit that looked like what Michael had in his closet. Michael tried to smile at the man.
"Are you enjoying the party, monsieur?" Michael asked weakly.
"Indeed. The Masquerade was always my favorite time of the year. One of the few times I could step out and not be feared." The man chuckled as he sat next to Michael.
Michael nodded, "I guess it's an odd time of year."
"Would you like to talk about what happen between you and the young lady?" The man asked gently.
"I wish I knew."
"Then start with what you do know."
"Same as I told you before except I'm sure that I love her. I tried to tell her the truth. However I chickened out."
"Braver men than you have been scared by a pair of pretty eyes. You'll find the words to tell her the truth. I think she'll surprise you."
"I guess"
Shouting was heard off stage. Michael's heart froze as he heard Mirielle's voice shouting at someone to leave her alone. Fury built inside Michael as he moved to go help her. The man stopped him.
"You are hardily intimidating in that get up." The man observed as he took off his cloak, "Take this."
An idea flashed through Michael's head as he took the cloak, "Merci. I'll return back to you."
"Never mind. Hurry before that scum hurts her."
Michael ran off the stage. The man watched him go with pride in his eyes. Michael spotted Mirielle giving Dante hell as she tried to get away. Michael ducked into the dressing room that Dante was pulling her towards. As he looked around, he smiled as he recognized his mother's room and quickly set to work.
Dante was going to open this wench's eyes to the truth about the Noirs. He smiled as he spotted the slightly opened door to Erika's dressing room. Ignoring the fighting girl he held, he pulled her to the room.
Only to be brought up short by the point of a sword held by the Phantom. Mirielle froze as she stared as a pair of bright green eyes hidden by a white mask. This wasn't the Phantom she met. That one had blue eyes. What was going on here?
The Phantom smiled at the two intruders. He took a step forward causing them to step back. Dante's eyes went wide. He wasn't sure what to do since he didn't plan for this. After all Erika was still with her husband back at the party.
"Hello, de Chagny. Taking after your father by kidnapping unwilling young ladies?" The Phantom spat at Dante.
Dante glared at the Phantom, "She needs to be shown the truth."
"Not by the likes of you. Now let her go!"
Dante glared at The Phantom as he let go of Mirielle go. Mirielle shot Dante a killer look. She stepped away from the men. Dante and The Phantom continued to glare at each other. Finally the Phantom lowered his sword and motioned that Dante should leave. Dante ran away angry that he lost this fight.
The Phantom turned Mirielle. They stared at each other. Mirielle looked him over carefully.
"You aren't the real one are you?" She asked after a few moments.
"No I'm not. I'm just filling in. That's not all you need to say, is it?"
"No. We meet before in New London, haven't we?"
Michael's heart broke a little but he decided to come clean this way, "Yes we have."
"By Downing Street."
"Oui, you are as smart as Michael tells me."
"You know Michael?"
"He is a very dear friend. You have turned his world around, chère. He never doubted his beliefs until you."
"Should I be flattered?"
"No, just aware. He cares for you greatly and doesn't want to hurt you. I hope you won't hurt him."
"I'll try not to. I'm afraid I have to arrest you."
The Phantom smirked as smoke filled the room, "Catch me if you can. I won't be in this costume again."
Mirielle covered her mouth with her hand and charged into the smoke only to find the man gone. Confused, she staggered out of the cloudy dressing room and into the clearer back stage area. Mirielle felt a pair of strong arms around her waist. She looked up into Michael's relieved face. They smiled at each other and Michael led her back to the party.
~*~*~*~*~
Jessamine stood to the side adjusting her old fashioned news boy's hat. She smiled as it flopped over the front of her face and she had to flip it back. Aidan spied her fooling around with the hat and thought this would be the perfect time for her first lesson. He casually made his way over and leaned against the wall, "Jess, go over to Dante and steal his wallet, look it's sticking out of his pocket. I'll give you half the money in there if you do it successfully."
Smirking she made her way to the center of the dance floor. Dante was having a good time with some dancer when she tried to grab for the wallet. She missed and grabbed a string from his costume and ripped it off. As the final stitch came undone his costume fell apart. Jessamine's eyes went wide as she clutched the string; Dante turned around and saw her run towards Aidan, the string traveling behind her.
"He saw me!" she whispered going to hide behind his back.
Aidan turned around and asked, "Saw you what?" Just as he finished that sentence Dante was coming towards them. "Just stay behind me," he whispered to her, turning around the face the angered Dante.
"Move it Spartacus!" Dante spat. "You can't protect her forever, you have to sleep sometime. Now move so I could deal with the little book rat. She's not worth protecting anyway, she's a thief and a failed writer, what use is she to anyone, besides maybe a plaything. "
"I dared her to do it Dante, you're fight is with me, not her!" Aidan blurted out, his eyes narrowing, turning red with rage. He clenched his fists and tensed up, but tried to ignore the feeling of wanting him dead. "Now leave her alone! She's not a failed writer mind you, and she is of plenty of use, unlike you, you vile, disgusting creature!" Jessamine stood behind him to the side to see Dante's brown eyes go black and his lip curling. .
Christine and John walked up to them and looked onto the stare down. After two minutes of gut wrenching silence Christine finally blurted out, "Aidan, hit the damn fool!" and his fist flew, hitting Dante in the jaw. Dante punched back, knocking him back a little, causing Jessamine to have to jump off to side. "Come on Aidan! Give it to him!" Christine cheered. Jessamine looked at Christine in confusion and then joined in the cheering.
Michael heard this from the other side of the room and had to see what was going on. He gently took Mirielle's wrist and took her over, Akeem following behind. When he saw his brother and Dante in a fist fight he couldn't help but smile and then get involved. Walking into the center of the ring of people watching Michael grabbed Dante and put his arm under his chin in the crook of his neck and held his other arm behind his back, "Come on Aidan, a few good punches then he's broke," he said smirking, while trying to keep Dante still.
Aidan punched him twice in the nose, blood now dripping from it. He looked up and then took his free foot and tripped Michael by swiftly knocking it into his ankle. Michael's grip loosened and Dante turned around punching him in the eye. Mirielle gasped but stayed put, she did not want to get into any more confrontations with Dante.
From the shadows a figure chuckled. His black eyes twinkled with amusement at the antics of the young people. Wiping a piece of dirty blonde hair from his forehead he lifted his mask slightly to get a little more air. Settling it down again he saw two people approaching the group and walked away into the backstage area.
"What do you three think you're doing?" Krissy yelled as she approached them. "Put him down Aidan, Michael don't you dare punch him and My God Dante, do you ever stay out of trouble?"
The boys grumbled and then looked up, Dante had a bloody nose and several bruises, Aidan a bleeding lip, and Michael had a cut eyebrow and a shiner. "It's my fault," Jessamine stepped forward. Krissy looked at her, 'What is she talking about?' ran through her head. "I tried to pickpocket Dante, his costume fell apart and Aidan was only helping me out by not letting the royal toad hurt me."
Dante glared at her and Buquet sighed, "Princess, you know you shouldn't do things like that. Now as for you Dante, go put some pants on. Aidan, Michael, your parents are going to hear about this." Michael and Aidan both winced.
Nadir, Erika, and James all watched from the other side of the hall, "Where do those traits come from, exactly?" Nadir asked as he saw the first punch sail through the air.
"Their father," Erika pointed out watching Christine and Jessamine cheer them on.
"I do recall someone playing mind games with a certain lunatic," James smirked.
"So you're defending him now?" Erika asked caustically, but with a slight smirk.
"I'm glad my life is restricted to the Opera House," Nadir sighed as he watched the fight progress down below.
"Not that he didn't deserve it, but I remember a certain someone saving another certain someone from an ionizer shot," James added looking at his wife, the queen of the masquerade.
"And that certain someone had to go legit to do so," Erika smiled, finally besting her husband. Her blue eyes were twinkling with mischief as he looked at her half sour and half amused.
"Now I'm really glad I'm stuck here," Nadir sighed. "Oh, it looks as though we have incoming company," he smiled as his nephew walked up to the group.
"Well, we have a bloody lip, a cut on an eyebrow and a black eye," he reported. "Also, the annual humiliation of a De Chagny has commenced, thanks to the pick pocket this year."
"That's it? Well the boys have certainly toned down the injuries," Erika smiled looking towards the boys who looked as though they were boasting about their big fight while Christine, Mirielle, and Jessamine were chatting in their own little circle.
"What exactly happened?" Nadir inquired, although he really wasn't sure if he wanted to know or not.
"Well," Akeem began, "from what I have come to understand Aidan dared Jessamine to steal Dante's wallet and she missed grabbing a string from his costume instead. Then, his pants fell apart and he saw the pick pocket run to Aidan so he followed her. Aidan protected the thief and Christine told Aidan to punch Dante, so he did. Then Michael came over and joined in. Then, thank Allah, Krissy and Buquet came over and broke it up."
Erika and James looked at each other and Erika sighed, "Michael would join in anything if his brother is mixed up in it."
"It looks as though one of the saviors from the fight is coming our way," Nadir pointed out as Krissy walked towards them.
"Your daughter is an instigator," Krissy sighed. "The boys aren't very banged up, but if I let it go any longer De Chagny would be dead and your boys would be celebrating more so than they are now."
James looked at Krissy, "My Christine? An Instigator? Never," he said in a slight state of shock.
"Yes, your Christine egged on your son, and I quote, by saying, 'Aidan, hit the damn fool.' However, he did deserve it, no matter if Jessamine was going to steal or not."
James sneered, "I hate that boy. It's very disappointing what French nobility has come to."
"He's a noble pain in the ass," Nadir growled slightly.
Krissy looked at him, "What did I tell you about repeating yourself Nadir?" she asked agitatedly. "I believe I told you not to do it anymore!"
Erika chuckled and Nadir shrugged it off, "Well you should go tell the boys to fix themselves up and I'm going to have a talk with them," Erika said turning to Akeem. "I'll be down there in about ten minutes, and tell the girls to remain there as well, or at least Jessamine and Christine."
"Yes Madame," Akeem bowed slightly and walked over to the opposite end of the hall, "Aidan, Michael, your mother said for me to tell you to clean yourselves up and she wants to speak with all of you, including Christine and Jessamine."
Michael and Aidan winced at the same time. Finally, Aidan wiped some blood from his lip and said, "Well Michael, if we die tonight I can honestly say I did something I would die for," he joked.
"If I wasn't such a bad pick pocket you two wouldn't have gotten to beat the snot out of him," Jessamine smirked holding up the string that caused the public humiliation of Dante.
"And we are eternally grateful for it Mademoiselle," Michael said kissing her hand just to see what his brother would do. Jessamine laughed while Aidan raised an eyebrow at him, glaring weakly.
"Well, Jess, you did do us that favor, but you still didn't get the wallet. I can't always be there to bail you out if you get caught you know," he said coldly. Jessamine's happy demeanor grew dim, and she nodded solemnly.
"Well, I better um... go get some ice or something," she made an excuse for herself to get away. "I'll be back in a moment," her voice had a stony and faraway quality to it. Then, she walked away and towards the bathroom.
Christine looked at her oldest brother in disgust, "Good going Romeo!" she cuffed him on the back of the head, "You know just because Cosette hurt you doesn't mean you have the right to hurt others! Now you better apologize before the night is over or else I'll tell Papa and he'll have to have a few words with you about being a gentleman!"
Michael was also shocked at his brother's icy words. He didn't say anything as he saw Jessamine wipe her cheek, but he did hope his brother would apologize to her. John then looked at Christine, her face was red with anger at her brother, "Now I'm going to get some bandages, you two stay right here," she said in a firm voice.
"I'll come with you," John suddenly said, 'Where did that come from?' he asked himself. "I mean, if you don't mind, that is."
Christine smiled at his unease. "Of course you can," she grinned. "Let's go," she said walking towards the auditorium. John followed closely behind and as they got into the auditorium she slowed down, "That was something in there wasn't it."
"It sure was something," John said unsurely. "Why do your brothers just jump into fights like that?" he decidedly asked.
"Because they're boys," she laughed, "and since Aidan, my oldest brother, you know the one who dared Jessamine to steal the wallet, well he's got his own reasons. I could personally wish Dante dead and not care if he did," John looked at her in shock, "Unladylike I know," she smiled, "but you don't know what hell that boy has put me through for my entire life."
"I could only imagine," he replied sympathetically, her skin glowing in the pale light. He gulped and walked along side her, admiring her conspicuously.
"It sure is cold in here," murmured Christine as they neared the stage. She rubbed her arms to speed up circulation and John scooted closer to her, she looked at him confusedly as they walked only centimeters from each other.
"Body heat," he replied as their skin touched. John was nervous; you could see it in his face, his eyes wide and being barely able to breathe. He fiddled with his hands as they ascended the steps to the stage and went to the dressing room corridors. His costume clinked as they walked making it the only sound besides their footsteps.
Christine disappeared into one of the dressing rooms and reappeared moments later, "Got it," she smiled holding the bag up. "My mother is going to be very amused when she finds out how this entertaining stunt started."
"Here, let me hold it," he said gesturing towards the bag. She shrugged and handed it to him, but as she did, his fingers graced the back of her hand. Both blushed in the dim light and John grabbed the bag.
"I heard you sing once, you were very good," John said trying to break the silence.
"Thank you," she beamed. "I usually practice when no one is around though, you must have been hiding."
"No, just listening," he admitted, "Your voice almost trapped me. It was entrancing, amazing," he blushed, "I'm sorry, I'm going overboard."
"No, no it's okay," she laughed, "I enjoy a compliment as much as the next person. Besides, it's very becoming of you John." He blushed a deep red and Christine giggled, "You're very easy to embarrass," she pointed out.
John put his hand up to his burning cheek. "I guess I am," he laughed nervously. "But I think I've been a jerk," he admitted, "and I'm really sorry for it. I think I should give you something," she looked at him and tilted her head to the side. He bit his lip and then slowly leaned in and kissed her gently. "I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me."
She smiled and blushed; then said, "Its okay," suddenly she felt the urge to get out of there, it was an uncomfortable situation, so she quickly sputtered, "We better get back to my brothers now, they need the bag and Aidan has some apologizing to do."
"Yes, I agree," John sighed lightly. He was relieved to get out of that situation, but he now knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a quick getaway excuse. He sped up his pace to match hers while they headed back. Upon reentering the ballroom Christine saw Aidan, Michael, and Akeem talking, Dante back with normal clothes on, and all the adults scattered about the room. She quickened and finally got to the boys, "Here," John said holding out the bag, "You'll need this."
Christine then took it from John and handed it to Michael, turning to Aidan, "I'm going to find Jessamine, the moment I do I am going to get you and you are going to apologize, do you hear me?" she asked in an annoyed tone. Aidan shook his head in agreement as she stalked off. "Frères," she murmured as she went off.
After going around the whole room twice she finally decided to check the bathroom. Sniffles came from the middle stall and buckled shoes stuck out of the bottom of the door. "Jessamine, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she muttered unconvincingly. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Jessamine, I know my brother is a jerk. It's really a long story and I would tell you but we don't have time, now would you like to stand outside the door and I'll go tell him where you are? He's been looking for you," she lied. 'No, I'm improving the truth,' she told herself.
Jessamine walked out of the stall, the front of her shirt was covered in tears. "I suppose I should go get a new shirt," she smiled weakly. "After all, a newsgirl can't have a tear stained shirt; it's a sign of weakness."
"Come on you newsie," Christine tried to lighten the mood, "Make my brother feel bad, he deserves it." Christine led her out of the bathroom and stood her by the door on the little inlet, where it was hidden from the rest of the room, but not inside the bathroom. As she dragged her brother to the little inlet by his ear and her hand over his mouth she whispered harshly, "You moron! You made her cry! Even if you do apologize I'm still telling Papa about your behavior! It's unacceptable Aidan! Now go apologize!"
Aidan rubbed his ear and then walked into the inlet. He immediately felt terrible when he saw her standing there; her nose and eyes were red while her cheeks had tear lines running down the side. She was fiddling with her hat as she looked down to the side, "Jessamine," he whispered walking towards her. She looked up and nodded to acknowledge him but didn't speak. "Jess, I'm sorry for being an ingrate."
She looked at him with strong eyes. Their normally crystal blue color was cloudy and gray, "That's all you have to say?" she asked in an icy tone. "You never show any inclination of appreciation for anything M'sieur Aidan. Vous crétin imbécillité stupide je pourrais continuer cette liste mais je pas parce que c'est un gaspillage de puits de souffle quant à me je ne vous laisserai pas me blesse que toujours encore vous n'êtes pas en valeur l'ennui que vous causez monsieur je ne veux jamais vous parlor encore, " she slapped him strait across the face, the hit sounded as painful as it looked. As her hand left his face a big red hand mark was left. Her cheeks were scarlet and puffy as she took deep, agitated breaths.
(A/N: That means "you stupid, imbecilic, cretin, I could continue this list but I won't because it's a waste of breath. Well as for myself I will not let you hurt me ever again! You are not worth the trouble you are causing sir. I never want to speak to you again!")
Aidan took a step back away from her. Her sudden outburst shocked and slightly amused him. After recovering from her biting words and stinging slap he stepped towards her. "I'm sorry you think that way Mademoiselle." She glared at him as he continued towards her in the small space. Cornered in the small area Jessamine kept staring at him. "Je regrette beaucoup Jessamine," he said sincerely tilting her head up towards his he leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips and as he broke off the kiss he said, "Now since you never want to speak to me again, I guess I'll be off."
Jessamine's eyes were wide open. As he walked away she felt her lips with her index finger, her mouth gapping. She leaned against the door, "Mon Dieu," she thought out loud, "what just happened?" She walked out of the inlet only to bump into Christine. "Sorry," she muttered still in shock.
Christine steadied her out and laughed, "No problem Jess. What happened? Did my brother do something else to make you feel bad, because if he did I can talk with him," she smirked wickedly.
"Oh um... nothing," she replied shaking out of it. "I guess I exploded and said some things that I really didn't mean and then I don't even know, he," she whispered very quietly and said as quickly as she could, "kissed me."
Christine smirked deviously. "Don't worry Jessamine; I'll be sure to take care of it for you." Jessamine smiled gratefully and then went back into the bathroom and wiped her nose and splashed some water on her face. "Now let's go back there, my mom is going to have a talk with us."