Author's Note: Another edited chapter. :)
Michel & Josette
Chapter 4: Phantom R
The next day, Michel was lying sprawled out on the ground in his apartment. He didn't know how he got there, but all he remembered was passing out back at the fitness center.
Is he worthless?
Is he that pathetic?
"No!" Michel exclaimed, bolting upright. He immediately regretted doing so right after, because his head started throbbing violently and painfully. It made him moan in agony and grip his poor head.
A few moments later, his head went back to normal, but the bruises and stuff were still present on his skin and it hurt and itched badly.
"Bartholomew!" Michel suddenly called out to his pet cat. He still hadn't been able to buy her some food.
And he still didn't know who brought him back home!
Michel knew that it wasn't Josette. She couldn't be that strong to carry his body all the way back home, so it had to be someone else.
Michel sighed heavily and decided to go out for some fresh air, realizing it was now nighttime.
He wondered where Josette was now.
"Probably sleeping…" he muttered lowly, feeling a bit disappointed. "It is kind of late."
He had been hoping to run into Josette. However, he managed to run into someone that he least expected to see!
Phantom R!
Michel looked up at the person he had bumped into, his eyes widening a bit from the red haired thief.
"Y-You're…uh…you're…um…who are you again?" Michel was completely clueless.
The person in front of him, Phantom R, sweat-dropped and secretly hid Fondue behind him.
"I'm a nobody actually…just wandering around, you know?" Phantom R told him, shrugging, looking casual.
Michel frowned, staring at him very hard. "Wait a minute…you're Phantom R!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to call the constabulary!"
Phantom R just looked annoyed now. "Wait, you don't want to do that!" Phantom R talked, sounding very serious.
Michel crossed his arms, posing. "And why not?"
"I'll drop you where you stand." Phantom R deadpanned.
"How insulting! I bet I can take you on!"
"Uh…no you can't."
"Yes, I can!"
"Really, just get out of my way and we'll both be happy afterwards."
Michel rushed at him, pulling back a fist. "Never!" he yelled out loudly, ready to punch Phantom R in the face.
Phantom R easily sidestepped it and rammed a knee into Michel's gut, mentally apologizing to him.
Michel let out a shaky gasp and fell to the ground, the wind knocked right out of him.
"Come on, Fondue! We have to jet!" Phantom R told Fondue from behind him and took off sprinting. Fondue was hot on his heels.
Michel just laid there on the ground, groaning.
Why were bad things only happening to him?!