Hey guys! Kitty29 with the new chapter of Colours!
Dammit, I told myself I would update To Follow the Music before this one... oh well.
OMG I had so much to say about the last chapter but I didn't say it because I didn't want to distranct from the epicness of it or something. First of all, I'm sorry, but everytime someone thought the countdown meant the end of the story I laughed. TOO MUCH TO DO BEFORE THE END EVERYONE. You're stuck with this story for a while.
Anyways, I had that I had that part pretty much planned since I started writing this story, so getting to actually write it after 22 chapter was so. Frinkin'. FULFILLING. Dear god writing that chapter made me love myself.
Right, one more thing before you read on, the alleyway the shooting took place in was not the same one from the incident. The incident took place in America, this one takes place in Canada. Matthew just has horrible luck with alleyways, lol.
The character of Malaysia or Raiman belongs to ArisaLyeanna not me.
Enjoy! =D
"Ahh...Finally another day of hard work complete," Francis said happily to himself as he washed up. Tonight was a relevantly long night at the restaurant. Even though the last reservation was done about an hour ago, more and more people seemed to just pour in out of no where and would order enough food to feed a small family for just themselves.
"Yes, another day of you being amazing!"
Colette Bunton was apparently Francis biggest fan, which was both surprising and just a bit disturbing. Truthfully back when Francis was in France he was a bit of a of celebrity, or rather, he had his fifteen minutes of fame. He used to be a frequent guest on a popular cooking show that has long since stopped running. That was however, a show that only aired in France, and was over ten years ago. So imagine his surprise when the young Canadian born girl come up to him and begged him to make her his apprentice.
"I still can't believe I am working with the Francis Bonnefoy!" Colette exclaimed happily. "And that I was accepted as his apprentice! Oh, everyday working with you is a great one!"
Francis sighed as he dried his now clean hands. "How many times do I have to tell you, Colette? Just because you work under me does not make you my apprentice." He began to walk away, removing his apron as he went. Colette followed, a large grin still on her face.
"But you give me advice and help all the time!"
"That is called being a good friend." He hang up the apron and went to change into his street clothes, but to his annoyance the red head blocked his path.
"Oh, please! I would do anything to formally become your apprentice!"
A malicious glint flashed across the Frenchman's eyes. "Oh?" He purred before he leaned in closer to the female. She wasn't pretty, but she wasn't ugly either. In fact she was rather average looking however, there was something about her almost unnaturally brilliant red hair that seemed to draw males to her.
With their noses nearly touching, Francis continued, "Just how far are you willing to go, hmm?" He said this in his flirty, sultrily voice, the one that usually left girls swooning at his feet.
"I would punch a lion in the face to become your apprentice!" Colette answered in all seriousness, determination burning in her eyes. Francis paused before he chuckled and straightened up. Colette, confused by his laughter, asked what was so funny.
"Nothing, it's nothing, cheri." Francis said before he walked past the girl. "I just thought that one was rather obvious is all."
Colette had attracted many males over the years, but her complete and utter oblivious nature when it came to flirting definitely drove them away. No matter how hard Francis tried, useless he actually told her he was playfully flirting, she didn't get it. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he answered it as Colette continued to talk.
"I promise you wouldn't regret it, Mr. Bonnefoy! I will be the best apprentice ever! I'll wash your car and bring you coffee and—" She abruptly stopped when she noticed the phone the Frenchman was holding slip from his hand and fall to the ground. Though he didn't even look like he noticed for he reminded perfectly still, his body ridged. Concerned, Colette walked up to him and lay a hand on his back. "Mr. Bonnefoy? Francis? Are you alright?"
The girl leaned forward so that she could see the others expression. He stared at nothing in front of him, his eyes wide and filled with horror. He muttered out a name.
"Matheiu."
/ / / \ \ \
Arthur sighed as he drummed his fingers idly on the table he was currently seated at. Though he now believed that abilities were real and he did indeed have one, he still decided to continue his research. He thought that maybe it could somehow benefit him and Matthew in the long run. His pursuit of information led him to this small cafe, where he was to meet with a person who claimed to be able to see peoples personalties through flowers, whatever that meant. But as it was now that person was nearly half an hour late. The Brit was just thinking of leaving when a black notebook thumped down in front of him.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Arthur looked up at the voice and his eyes widened when he recognized the teen immediately. "Raiman?" This was one of Matthew's school friends, the one who came over quite frequently to help Matthew with math. Hell, he had an ability too? Just how many of them were there in this crazy town?
Raiman flipped the book open to a certain page before he slid it over to the older male. "Please, read this. I'll be right back." With that the Malaysian headed off to buy himself a drink. Arthur just blinked at the sudden turn of events before he pulled the notebook closer to him and read,
Arthur Bonnefoy-Kirkland: Tudor Rose – A weird rose for a weird person. It's colour is a mix of white at the top and red at the bottom. This means he's a soft, loving and caring person. On the other hand, he is also a hot tempered and cruel person. I don't know him well enough to know if this is true, but from the way he's always yelling at his family I can assume it's right.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. Just what was this about? How dare he write such shallow things about him! He would have to have a stern talking to that boy about respecting his elders when he got back.
Rose can also symbolize peace and loving. Well, he is alright. Though there seems to be something off with his flower. A growing trend I've noticed between certain people. Is he also 'special'? That can't be right, Matt has said Gilbert was the first person he knew with abilities. This must be a red herring...
The more I see him the more I notice this...queerness with his flower. I want to deny it, I think he's like me. Should I tell Matt? We are friends but I don't want to interfere with his personal life more than I have to. Maybe if I just hint at it he'll figure it out. But is even that going to far? What if there is a reason he is hiding his ability? Is he even aware? Perhaps I should speak with him before I make plans I will regret.
Arthur finished reading just as the Malaysian boy returned with his hot drink. He sat down across from the Brit and blew on the drink, trying to cool it down before he drank.
"Why did you want me to read this?" Arthur asked and Raiman shrugged.
"I thought it would be the fastest way to get started. I'm sorry sir, but I can't stay for long, my parents think I'm sleeping."
"Wait, you lied to your parents? Raiman, you shouldn't really, what am I—"
"Sir," Raiman interrupted, a bit annoyed. "I came here so that we can talk about abilities. Because of your curiosity I suppose you have one too?
Arthur paused before noting that he was right. He was here for a reason, anything else could wait. Glancing about to see if anyone was paying attention to them, he leaned forward and whispered, "Yes...Yes I do. I can...See things."
"It's very common, sir," Raiman reassured, then, as an after thought added, "For people with abilities anyway. Have you told Matt?"
Arthur was, truthfully, a bit uncomfortable having such an important talk with someone so young. Though he supposed that the kid had more experience than him when it came to...embracing this...Whatever. He coughed into his fist before he spoke. "I, no. No I haven't."
"Why? You know about Matt."
Arthur raised an eyebrow at the other. "How do you know that?"
"We talk, sir." Raiman paused to take a careful sip of his drink. He flinched when he found it was still too hot, and placed it back down. "You should tell him. Maybe than you will have something to bond over." Raiman smirked, but then realized that that was rather impolite. Quickly he added, "Telling people about your ability is one of the best things you can do to control it. It's rather calming, to not have to keep a secret, and these gifts are closely tied to emotion."
It was then that Arthur phone decided to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked to see who was calling. Francis? Why was Francis calling? Wasn't he at work?
"I'm sorry, please excuse me," He said to the boy before he answered the phone. "Francis? What is...Francis calm down...You know I can't understand the language if you say it so fast!"
Intrigued by the conversation, Raiman stopped blowing on his drink to look at at the Brit.
"Say it slower...In English Francis! I can't..." Suddenly Arthur's eyes grew wide. "What?"
/ / / \ \ \
"Ah! Man, why do you have to be so rough?"
"Alfred! If you don't pace yourself you'll never finish!"
"I, ugh! Do things my own way Yong Soo! So you just lay there and take it!"
"Almost there!"
"No way!"
'Player one wins!'
The controller slipped from Alfred's hand and to the floor with a faint thump. After the two had run into the other students in Toronto they retreated back to Kiku's house, where Yong Soo was staying while in the country, so that the Korean would show Alfred his rather impressive video game collection. Alfred had joked that the other had barely even taken him on a date before he brought him back to his bedroom though he still went without complaint. If there was one thing Alfred couldn't resist, it was videos games and a chance to use his video game skills to pwn someone new. However, It would seem as though the American had seriously underestimated Yong Soo's gaming abilities.
"What the hell?" Alfred exclaimed, staring at the television screen incredulously. "How did that even happen? I had you!"
Yong Soo smirked before he stretched. "I told you I was good."
Alfred pouted before he decided to stand and stench out his legs. The Korean had for some reason decided that the best place to place the television was on the ground, even though he had a perfectly good desk he could use if he just moved some papers. Weirdo, how the heck could he stand sitting cross legged like that for such long hours of time? Deciding that his butt needed something softer than hardwood floor, Alfred walked over to the others bed and took a seat, the pout still on his face. "Yeah, whatever, it's just good luck. If I was really trying, I would have won."
Yong Soo chose to ignore the fact that he had won nearly every game they played, but for the ones he lost on purpose when Alfred was actually beginning to look a bit upset and looked at his watch. "It's late," The Korean stated, shifting himself so that he was facing the American. Alfred shrugged.
"So?"
The dark haired male smiled. "So, you haven't left yet. You like being around me, don't you?"
Alfred smiled back, shrugging. "Well, maybe. But, I did have a good time today. Surprisingly."
"'Surprisingly?'" Yong Soo repeated, looking offended, he stood and started to walk towards the American. "I take you on a nice date, pay for everything and that's all you say?"
"You expect me to trust a guy that grabbed my chest the first time I met him?"
"It's not my fault you have nice breasts, da~ze!" He was now close enough to try and grab the others chest and Alfred let of a small yelp of surprise before he fought to keep his chest unglomped. This continued for a while, until Yong Soo lost his footing and fell on the bed beside Alfred. Both of them flopped down on their backs, laughing at each others stupid antics. Eventually, the laughing died down and the two were left staring at each other in comfortable silence. Yong Soo was actually glad that the other was allowing him to look at him at such a close range, or even allow him to be so close in the first place. Though he wanted to take this time to study Alfred's face, he found his eyes continue to flicker down to his lips, wondering if they tasted like the candy they shared back at the theatres. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Yong Soo began to move his head towards the other, but Alfred moved back.
"Didn't I say no good night kiss?" Alfred said with a small smirk, which Yong Soo only returned.
"But the date isn't over yet, da~ze." He replied before he moved forward again, and he had to suppress his inner squeal when he noticed Alfred move as well. They pressed their foreheads together, both of them embracing the butterflies in their stomach, opting to look at anything but each other. Finally, Yong Soo titled his head up, desperately wanting to taste Alfred's lips once mor—
"I HOPPED OFF THE PLANE AT LAX, WITH A DREAM AND MY CARDIGAN!"
They both jumped away from each other as Miley Cyrus' voice suddenly filled the once quiet room. Alfred leaped off the bed and quickly pulled his phone from his pocket.
"S-Sorry," Alfred said, avoiding eye contact with the Asian, who was also looking away cussing his luck. "It's my Dad..." He finished lamely before he answered the phone.
Meanwhile, Yong Soo was silently cussing Miley Cyrus and all her cock blocking ways. Dammit, he was so close to having his first real kiss with the American! Sure, the others were nice but they didn't mean anything, but this one!...This one was gonna be good.
But wait! Whose to say that the mood was gone? Alfred's dad was probably just asking how he was doing or something, but then, after he hung up the phone, he would try again. Right, now wasn't the time to fret! If there was one thing that originated in Korea, it was romance! Game plan in mind, Yong Soo turned to face Alfred with a big smirk. Though it faded when he noted the shocked look on the others face.
"I'm at Kiku's house! Quickly, come and pick me up!" Alfred all but screamed into the phone before he hung up. He rushed over to pick up his hat and place it sloppily on his head, muttering worriedly to himself as he went. He then made to exit the room, but Yong Soo caught him by the arm.
"Alfred! What's wrong?" He asked, and the blond turned to look at him, extremely distressed and hyperventilating slightly.
"It's Mattie!" Alfred exclaimed. "He's...He's in the hospital!"
/ / / \ \ \
"Oh, Fredrick, you're rather eager tonight," Dr. John said with a faint giggle as the mentioned male all but attacked her neck.
"You've been so busy with work we barely see each other," The younger man replied with a smile before he continued to gently nibble on her neck, using the hand that wasn't plopping him over the female to rub her thigh.
"What are...What are you talking about?" She said in between giggles, her legs rather sensitive. "We see each other every day." Fredrick stopped his biting to look up at the women.
"Yes, but not like this. Working across from you every day...It's like you're the tempting fruit that I'm not allowed to sink my teeth into."
"Oh, well than," The therapist said with a smirk. "Now you can more than just a taste." Grabbing Fredrick's head, she pulled him onto her bosom, giggling madly. From there on the two continued to fool about on the woman's couch, laughing and moaning as they groped and stroked each other. Some time along the way one of them had hit the controller that they had forgotten to move before they began their 'activities'. The television across from them flickered to life and begin to play some kind of news station, though both people were too busy to notice.
"...In later news, after four years on death row Makar Brendanus was finally put in the electric chair."
The doctor paused.
"Brendanus was jailed for the rape and murder of five teens as well as the attempted rape and murder of two minors. June reporting..."
At this point Dr. John had completely stopped and was focusing her attention squarely on the television. Her receptionist, rather confused at his partners inactivity, raised his head to look at her. "Eliza? What's wrong."
The doctor remained silent as she continued to watch the program. Then, pushing the male off her, Dr. John grabbed the the remote and turned up the volume. Something just wasn't adding up. Makar Brendanus...That was the name Alfred gave her, the name of the man from the incident. But this wasn't right. Alfred had said that Matthew thought he was responsible for killing this man. But..If this man had been alive for four years then how...
"How could he kill someone that's still alive?" She wondered aloud.
"...There are many ways he could have done so." Fredrick offered. "Can't this wait until later?" He leaned back over and went for the woman's neck again but to his displeasure she pushed him away.
"I'm sorry Fredrick, but not now," She said, not taking her eyes off the screen. "I need to watch this, it's for work."
Fredrick stared at her incredulously for a while before he groaned and stood from the couch, buttoning up his shirt as he went for the door. "My last girlfriend never treated me like this!"
"Your last girlfriend didn't have a job," Dr. John countered just before she heard the slamming of her door.
I really don't like Miley Cyrus, but I can imagine Alfred having that song as the rang tone for Arthur because Arthur hates that song so much or something.
Makar Brendanus was just a random name that I got from the name generator. I didn't even know that thing existed. I am so going to misuse it!
If anyone wants to read more of Raiman's flower ability, you should go check out ArisaLyeann's story Flower's Personalities. It's alll there.
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