This chapter is gonna be... a little short but I promised, the next will be longer!
Chapter 6 - Trigger
Arthur was schedule to meet Vargas at a café to go over their performance when he saw him there. It was the older man who was having an argument with Alfred earlier. He was openly flirting with the café's waitress, causing the woman to giggle like a teenage girl.
On impulse, he wanted to approach the man right then and there. He wanted so much to ask him about his relationship with Alfred. On the other hand, what was Alfred to him? Did he have any cause for asking at all? Arthur felt torn. But the curiosity was eating at him and he had toknow!
Furthermore, Vargas had yet to arrive, and so he decided to approach the man's table, all the while putting together the proper phrasing.
"Hello there," Arthur greeted, nodding at the man politely.
The man looked up in surprise and then he gave him a huge smile.
"Boujour! You are a little young to be taking interest in me, no?" he winked.
Arthur's mouth dropped open in shock. Then his face flushed. I wasn't- no I wasn't! He felt like killing himself for giving such embarrassing impression. He was certainly not trying to court him!
"No! You must have misunderstood my intention. I merely wanted to have a talk with you," Arthur tried to explain, his face still red from embarrassment.
"Oh ho! Have a sit then, young one," he motioned Arthur to sit beside him. "Then we can have our little chit chat."
What a…! Arthur took the seat opposite him instead. "Erm, it's all right, I will just sit here, if you don't mind," Arthur said hesitantly.
This man is French, Arthur realized with distaste. He was never fond of French. Bloody Frogs! "You don't know me, but I think you know my friend, Alfred? My name is Arthur Kirkland by the way," he said tightly. But he must endure, for now.
At the mention of Alfred's name, the man's face turned very grave and he was quiet for a while. "Oh, where are my manners, I am Francis Bonnefoy. It is very nice to meet you, mon ami." Arthur noticed his smile seemed a little strained now compare to the previous easy going attitude. "How may I help you?"
Arthur took a deep breath. "Pardon me for being straight forward, Mr. Bonnefoy. But I happened to see you and Alfred arguing not too long ago. Do you mind me asking you what happened? You see, I am a little worried about him."
"Did something happen to him? Is he all right?" Bonnefoy asked frantically. He sounded worried.
Oh! Something big definitely happened between them.
"He is fine. Don't worry, I only wanted to ask what happened so maybe I can, perhaps, help him?" Arthur tried to reassure him.
Bonnefoy seemed relieved for a while, then he slumped down on his seat and looked very sad.
"It was all my fault..."
What the fuck is he doing with that old man? Alfred thought angrily when he chanced upon Arthur sitting in a café with Francis. He didn't know why he was feeling this angry at seeing them together. They even look like they're having a great time! Alfred clenched his teeth as he continued to watch them.
Is that old man trying to hit on Arthur? God, is he doing this to every guy? How the hell did they know each other anyway? Question after question ran through Alfred's mind, and he felt more irritated than ever. That is why I hate gays! They sure seem to have a way of finding each other.
He tried to kick on a pebble on the ground, but accidentally hit the side walk instead. He yelled in pain, feeling annoyed and frustrated. This is annoying, I need to come out with something fun, he thought.
Then a brilliant idea flashed brightly in his mind. A wicked idea, actually. But how far was he willing to go? As far as it takes, duh. No point in starting this game if I am gonna do it half-assed.
Alfred grinned, his mood lightening greatly.
He was suddenly in an appetite for some burgers and fries and an extra-large Coke. He was in a very good mood now, after the plan was formulated in his mind.
He couldn't wait to share it with Kiku.
"You're crazy," was all Kiku said after Alfred related his plan to him.
"Why? I thought it was a great idea!" Alfred pouted a bit.
"Do you want the whole school to misunderstand you? What do you hope to achieve? I can only see trouble here and I think this prank is very bad," Kiku stated disapprovingly.
"Ah don't you worry about them. I'll explain to my team mates first - give them a head up about what's going on. Heck, they might be able to help me!" Alfred said brightly.
Kiku sighed, "I don't care anymore. Don't tell me I didn't warn you." With that, he went on to polish his katana. He was in the middle of polishing his father's old Japanese artifacts collection when Alfred came over exclaiming loudly that he just thought of some great ideas.
Kiku disapproved of this wholeheartedly, but couldn't help wondering where this would lead to. Maybe this would teach Alfred a lesson. Anyhow, there would certainly be a show to watch! Kiku's lips curled up in a small smile as he polished, ignoring Alfred's noisy chatter.