Fun with Fates

Sunday Afternoon - October 9

The sound of music erupted from the small speaker that was set on the small bedside table as a young french woman happily sang along to it, although skipping the many cuss words that were scattered in. She didn't like bad words, but she still liked the catchy rhythms and melodies of the singer's songs. Her fingers danced across the many pieces of clothing in the closet, trying to find something casual yet cute to wear for her day out with her roommate, Arturia, and their newfound friend, Diarmuid. "Oh my gosh, I can't wait", Jeanne stated to herself as she continued with picking out an outfit. Suddenly, an abrupt knock at the door made her stop what she was doing. The doorknob twisted and in popped the head of Saber.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you. Diarmuid's brother is coming along. I've already met him before, and I think that you are really going to like him", the Englishwoman informed her with a small wink, causing Jeanne to blush a little as her smile widened. "He's super funny and sweet and very, very handsome. Trust me."

"Oh, I can't wait to meet him", the taller blonde giggled as she resumed in her outfit picking. She then looked at her phone that was on the bed, picking it up and looking at the weather. "A little chilly tonight, huh?" she commented before going back to her closet. "Hm? Shouldn't you be getting ready, Saber?" It seemed that her roommate had been in a small daze before she broke her out of it. The emerald-eyed female shook her head.

"No, no, I'm already ready. Anyway", Arturia walked inside the room. "Listening to some Cú Chulainn I hear." Jeanne nodded to her friend, a smile gracing her pale lips that shimmered in the light due to the light layer of lipstick that covered the top of them.

"Yep! You know, even though he cusses in most of his songs I still really like him. He seems like a good guy. And if I truly was the luckiest girl alive yesterday, then he is very, very kind and friendly, a bit of a flirt, but friendly nonetheless." She giggled lightly, finally picking out a cute outfit that consisted of a sweater, skirt, and leggings with a plaid scarf complementing the look. Throwing her current clothes on the bed, she slipped into her new outfit, making sure that there were no wrinkles and everything fit nice.

When she was ready a few moments later, she went into the kitchen to find Saber waiting for her. "Ready?" the blonde questioned her. With a cheerful nod in response, Arturia stood from her spot. "Great, let's go. We're meeting them at their place. And, don't worry; I know where it is." The two exited their apartment, locking the door behind them.

They walked to the subway silently. Jeanne looked towards the shorter female who held a small smirk upon her face, looking like a teenager in love. She couldn't help but wonder if this was actually a planned double-date. "Hey, Saber." The emeralds of the woman widened, thoughts interrupted, before aiming for the amethysts of her best friend in a questioning manner. "Was this just your plan so you could have a double-date with Dia? You look like Juliet the night she met Romeo - disgustingly in love", she chuckled. A large blush swept across Arturia's face, her ears turning a ruby red.

"N-no, that wasn't my plan! It was just complete coincidence that his brother wanted to come! H-he asked me last night!" Saber stammered. "A-and didn't I tell you that I wasn't in love with him? We're just friends. Besides, we barely met each other two weeks ago. I think it would take a bit longer for me to fall in love with someone!" she argued.

"Oh? But have you not been hanging out with him quite a lot lately? It sounds like someone is in denial." Arturia could see the tease in the French woman's eye, almost reminding her of a certain someone whom she had met only a day prior. The Englishwoman simply stared at her roommate, unamused by the teasing. "Fufufu, why are you staying quiet, Saber?" It seemed that her ornery side was showing. "Are you finally admitting that you are being subjected to his handsome curse?" She giggled once more, hand covering part of her lips as she glanced toward Arturia in a teasing manner. Saber sighed.

"I'm not even going to answer that", she stated as she descended the stairs to the subway. "I swear; you can be such a tease sometimes, Jeanne. The one trait that nobody would expect from you is a trait that you excel at having." The females stepped into the subway. The blonde with the braid gave a wide smile.

"Thank you; I'll take that is a compliment", she winked. Arturia shook her head with an eye roll. A few minutes later, the subway finally stopped at their destination. The younger one lead the way to their new friend's apartment building. It was yet another silent stroll, for both of them were lost in thought as they continued their way down the streets of Fuyuki. When Saber led them into a very nice looking building, her eyes widened in surprise. "This is where his apartment is?" The woman in front of her looked back at her with a smile and a nod after telling the dark-haired woman at the front desk where they were going.

"Yep, it's really nice here, isn't it?" A bob of the head was her response. "I thought that too." They entered the elevator along with a tall white haired male with tanned skin. His arm extended to the button that led to top floor. His gray eyes turned towards the others in the elevator.

"Which floor?" he questioned.

"Same floor as you are going to – the top", Arturia replied with a cheerful tone. The male nodded before speaking with her once more.

"Ah, you must be the girl that I saw Diarmuid with. Arturia Pendragon, correct?"

"Yep, that's me. And, this is my best friend, Jeanne. It's lovely to meet you." She reached out a hand for him to shake. The door of elevator closed, and the three could feel the floor under their feet starting to ascend the many floors of the building.

"Nice to meet you too; the name's Archer." He then shook Jeanne's hand. "So, are you two going to be hanging out with Diarmuid tonight? Or, were you two just in the neighborhood and thought it would be nice to stop by?" Archer asked.

"We're hanging out with Diarmuid tonight as well as his older brother", Jeanne informed him with an excited smirk. He nodded with a small, "I'm so sorry". The secretaries tilted their heads. "Hm? Do you not like Diarmuid?"

"No, no, Diarmuid is fine. I'm talking about his brother."

"Oh? Well, I think he's really nice. I met him yesterday, and he seemed like a great guy."

"It's not that I don't think he's nice. I just think he's a handful", he told them, causing them to giggle. "What are you two laughing at?" The two looked at each other, sparkles in their eyes.

"You must be close to him if you know how much of a handful he can be. Do you happen to be his best friend?" Arturia questioned him. Archer scoffed as he aimed his eyes in front of him. The short ones beside him noted that he almost looked offended.

"Ha, you must be kidding. Me best friends with that personified trouble? Haha, yeah right. That was a good joke though. Ever think about seeking a career in comedy?" The two chuckled once more. Almost like Saber earlier, he did not look even remotely entertained by the reaction he got. The man simply stayed quiet as he lightly shook his head, waiting for the door of the elevator to open. When it finally did, he called toward the women. "Well, it was nice meeting you both."

"It was nice meeting you as well", Jeanne responded as she and Arturia offered him a small wave goodbye. Upon arriving at the door, the Frenchwoman turned to her friend. "So, what is his brother like?" she asked her. Saber offered a smile before turning back to the door.

"You'll find out soon enough" was the answer she got. She gave a slight pout face before hearing the doorknob turn and the sound of Diarmuid's voice along with the beautiful keys of a finely tuned piano could be heard. The females gave him a friendly smile and greeting. He returned the kind gesture before speaking.

"Hey, Arturia; Hey, Jeanne. Come on in", he welcomed them, opening the door a bit wider so they could come in. The door shut after they walked in. "Let me get my brother, and we can decide where we want to go", Dia told them as he walked toward the room in which the notes of the piano were playing from. They nodded with an "alright" before Jeanne turned to Arturia, eyes wide with surprise at how beautifully decorated the apartment was and what an amazing view it had. The emerald-eyed girl laughed with a nod before the instrument suddenly stopped and footsteps grew closer.

"Ah, my apologies. I didn't hear you knock", the two heard from the room. Saber and Jeanne looked toward the owner of the voice, Arturia with a sweet smirk and Jeanne staring with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Arturia, it's been forever!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "And you as well, my dear; Jeanne, correct?" A blush illuminated the Frenchwoman's cheeks as she shook the hand he had offered her to shake and nodded. "It's great to finally know your name. I'm Cú Chulainn." A red eye winked at her. His hand slipped from hers as she stared up at him in disbelief.

She would have never guessed that she would ever see him in person – let alone meet him in person. And, it seemed that her suspicions had been correct all along. Not only had she met him in person once but actually three times. Am I dreaming? Realizing that she was staring, she mentally shook herself out of her daze and returned his grin. "Ah-um yes, yes, I-uh, I already know. I've been listening to your music ever since I first heard your debut album four years ago." I'm not supposed to actually know my celebrity crush. That's what makes it a celebrity crush!

The man chuckled. "Haha, it's always nice to meet a fan," he continued to laugh. Especially if it's one as cute and adorable as you, Cú commented to himself, secretly looking the woman up and down. He could see some red upon her cheeks as she gave him a kind, little smirk. Man, she is one hell of a sight for sore eyes! Making sure la pucelle didn't notice his stare, his turned to his brother and his "friend". "Well, where were you two planning on going tonight?" he questioned them. They looked toward each other then back at the eldest one. It was Arturia who opened her mouth.

"Well, there's a festival going on by the main beach. We were planning on going there tonight," she replied. Cú and Jeanne gave each other a glance and a nod, almost perfectly in sync, before telling them that that was a great idea. Arturia smiled at them before speaking once more, "perfect, ready to go? Or, do you need your jacket, Cú?" The hound stuck his tongue out at the laughing little shit standing beside her.

"Sorry, but it seems that I have lost a bet to your boyfriend. So, I cannot wear my jacket tonight. You know, the one that covers my face and protects my personal life. Yep, nope." He gave a dangerous glare to Diarmuid who continued to giggle as a teenager would about a perverted joke. The girls giggled at the silliness of the two brothers before Arturia spoke up once more.

"Well if you two don't need anything else, then let's go." She motioned to the door as she walked to it, Diarmuid and Cú following close behind. Jeanne took a moment to comprehend what had just happened. She wasn't thinking straight. She couldn't think straight. She didn't realize that Arturia and Diarmuid were most likely already standing outside the elevator on the bottom floor waiting for her until the handsome blunette stood in front of her. He gave a wolf-like smile, yet somehow it made her feel calm. She felt a soft hand gracefully slip into hers as if was soap against the skin. His red eyes warmed her soul as she stared into them.

"Aren't you coming? I would hate to miss spending time with you, dear," a warm tone whispered out from his crescent lips. Jeanne shook herself out of her daze before returning the Irishman's kind gesture and turning her gaping mouth into a lunate grin. A squeeze of his hand and a gentle tug got her walking (as well as blushing), but it seemed that she did not mind. She liked the feeling of his skin against hers, his hand wrapped tightly around her own as if they were perfectly made for each other. She giggled, thinking of a witty yet cute response.

"And I would hate to miss spending time with you, Cú," she told him, walking close to him as she gave him her own gentle squeeze. His red eyes looked down at her amused as they walked to the elevator, hand-in-hand. Heh, she certainly is adorable. She's perfect. Another pull of his arm got her closer, causing her to flush a deep red.

"Then, walk closer to me, darling," he breathed in her ear.

A/N: :3 Hehe, this only took two and a half months instead of three :3 So, are you blushing and smiling like Dia in love, my lovely, lovely reader? Are you? :3 Haha, I'm actually pretty proud of a chapter for once. Surprising, I know :) Haha anyway, hope you enjoyed. And as always, have a WONDERFUL Day!