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Where's daddy?
Francis was not amused.
“That’s all you’ve got?” His eyes slipped around the bookstore that was filled to the brim with literature from all over the world. However, Francis had almost all of the books stuffed into his library at home already, and he couldn’t help but sent the storeowner an arrogant look as he stated: “This is simply an aspiring bookstore, not a real one.” The owner’s face went stern. It was clear that he wanted to say something – probably something nasty about the French, rich bastard – but he did not dare. Being nothing but a poor man, he could not afford the uncontrollable consequences that making fun of a wealthy man like Francis could have. So he just nodded, looked down and mumbled:
“I do apologize, Mr. Bonnefoy.”
“Yes, yes, I am sure you do.” Francis waved a lazy hand in the air, not looking impressed. He walked past the man to the desk, placing two books upon it. “I’ll be having these. To a fair price, I hope? Seeing as how this store has wasted quite a bit of my time.” The owner shook his head.
“But, sir! I can’t afford to lose any money – especially not now when we’re approaching the winter season!” Francis sent him an angry look.
“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?” The owner let go of a helpless sigh and lowered his head in defeat.
“No, Mr. Bonnefoy, it isn’t.” A smirk crossed Francis’ lips.
“Good – now, hurry up.”
*
The wind was in his hair, the car drove smoothly through the woods, and if everything went well, he could be home around midnight. On the backseat a box of ties were placed – among them the newest silver-tie, which he had already fallen in love with – and next to them Matthew’s books wrapped in paper were safely sited. He threw a short look over his shoulder at the things.
“I guess I should’ve brought something for Alfred,” he wondered out loud, before returning his gaze to the road. “But that kid has got everything already.” He rolled with his eyes.
Suddenly, out from the dark a huge animal fell, rolling over the road. Francis cried out in surprise and warped the steering wheel to its limit, trying to avoid hitting the unknown creature. His car was forced off of the road and it ran in between the trees before hitting one in a loud crash. Francis was first swung forward, and then backwards again as the car made contact with the tree and his motor died out. As the back of his head hit the seat, he passed out immediately with a low grunt.
*
“Daddy should be home by now.” Alfred looked up at the sound of Matthew’s voice. It was odd. His brother hardly ever spoke to him unless Alfred had started the conversation, so hearing a statement like that just swung freely out was rare. He couldn’t help but smile a little, placing the magazine back down onto the table as his eyes rested upon Matthew. The man was seated in the windowsill, throwing nervous looks out at the road.
“You think something might have happened to him?”
“I don’t know. That’s what worries me. Not knowing.” Matthew looked back at Alfred. “…you were reading a magazine?”
“Not really reading it, more like… looking through it.” Alfred smiled brightly, pointing to the front of the magazine. A naked woman was welcoming the reader with her hands on her breasts, offering them to the reader in a sexy gesture. Matthew snorted.
“Pervert.”
“Just because you’re so damn sexless.”
“It isn’t called sexless, Alfred. Being sexless means not having a gender. If-“
“Whatever,” Alfred interrupted him, getting up from the chair. Matthew sighed, letting his gaze slip out of the window again. Alfred went over to him, looking over his shoulder. “…you really are worried, hah?”
“I’m not like you. I have emotions. Of course I’m worried.” Matthew’s fingers closed around his brother’s arm, and he turned around. “Alfred, you must go looking for him.” Alfred spluttered:
“Me? Why do I have to!”
“Because you’re the strongest of us, and you know it. If something has happened, you’ll be able to defeat yourself and help daddy. I can’t.” Alfred shook his head.
“No way! No way I am helping that bastard. Besides, we’ve got a police office in town, right? Call them!”
“Like they will look for a man who hasn’t even been gone for a day!” Matthew slipped off of the sill, now placing both hands on Alfred’s shoulders while looking into his eyes. “Alfred, please. Go look for him.” Alfred looked down. He hated it. He hated being told what to do. But what he hated even more was that he had no will to turn down a request from his own brother.
“…okay,” he mumbled, making Matthew smile in relief. Alfred stepped back, freeing himself from Matthew’s hands. “I’ll take a walk around the woods, but if I don’t see anything within an hour, I’m coming back.”
“Fine. That’s fine,” Matthew nodded, knowing that he shouldn’t try pushing his brother further.
“And you’re to have coffee ready for me when I come back, or else I’ll punch that smile of yours off your face.” Matthew sighed.
“Don’t be so violent. Go now.”
“That’s all you’ve got?” His eyes slipped around the bookstore that was filled to the brim with literature from all over the world. However, Francis had almost all of the books stuffed into his library at home already, and he couldn’t help but sent the storeowner an arrogant look as he stated: “This is simply an aspiring bookstore, not a real one.” The owner’s face went stern. It was clear that he wanted to say something – probably something nasty about the French, rich bastard – but he did not dare. Being nothing but a poor man, he could not afford the uncontrollable consequences that making fun of a wealthy man like Francis could have. So he just nodded, looked down and mumbled:
“I do apologize, Mr. Bonnefoy.”
“Yes, yes, I am sure you do.” Francis waved a lazy hand in the air, not looking impressed. He walked past the man to the desk, placing two books upon it. “I’ll be having these. To a fair price, I hope? Seeing as how this store has wasted quite a bit of my time.” The owner shook his head.
“But, sir! I can’t afford to lose any money – especially not now when we’re approaching the winter season!” Francis sent him an angry look.
“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?” The owner let go of a helpless sigh and lowered his head in defeat.
“No, Mr. Bonnefoy, it isn’t.” A smirk crossed Francis’ lips.
“Good – now, hurry up.”
*
The wind was in his hair, the car drove smoothly through the woods, and if everything went well, he could be home around midnight. On the backseat a box of ties were placed – among them the newest silver-tie, which he had already fallen in love with – and next to them Matthew’s books wrapped in paper were safely sited. He threw a short look over his shoulder at the things.
“I guess I should’ve brought something for Alfred,” he wondered out loud, before returning his gaze to the road. “But that kid has got everything already.” He rolled with his eyes.
Suddenly, out from the dark a huge animal fell, rolling over the road. Francis cried out in surprise and warped the steering wheel to its limit, trying to avoid hitting the unknown creature. His car was forced off of the road and it ran in between the trees before hitting one in a loud crash. Francis was first swung forward, and then backwards again as the car made contact with the tree and his motor died out. As the back of his head hit the seat, he passed out immediately with a low grunt.
*
“Daddy should be home by now.” Alfred looked up at the sound of Matthew’s voice. It was odd. His brother hardly ever spoke to him unless Alfred had started the conversation, so hearing a statement like that just swung freely out was rare. He couldn’t help but smile a little, placing the magazine back down onto the table as his eyes rested upon Matthew. The man was seated in the windowsill, throwing nervous looks out at the road.
“You think something might have happened to him?”
“I don’t know. That’s what worries me. Not knowing.” Matthew looked back at Alfred. “…you were reading a magazine?”
“Not really reading it, more like… looking through it.” Alfred smiled brightly, pointing to the front of the magazine. A naked woman was welcoming the reader with her hands on her breasts, offering them to the reader in a sexy gesture. Matthew snorted.
“Pervert.”
“Just because you’re so damn sexless.”
“It isn’t called sexless, Alfred. Being sexless means not having a gender. If-“
“Whatever,” Alfred interrupted him, getting up from the chair. Matthew sighed, letting his gaze slip out of the window again. Alfred went over to him, looking over his shoulder. “…you really are worried, hah?”
“I’m not like you. I have emotions. Of course I’m worried.” Matthew’s fingers closed around his brother’s arm, and he turned around. “Alfred, you must go looking for him.” Alfred spluttered:
“Me? Why do I have to!”
“Because you’re the strongest of us, and you know it. If something has happened, you’ll be able to defeat yourself and help daddy. I can’t.” Alfred shook his head.
“No way! No way I am helping that bastard. Besides, we’ve got a police office in town, right? Call them!”
“Like they will look for a man who hasn’t even been gone for a day!” Matthew slipped off of the sill, now placing both hands on Alfred’s shoulders while looking into his eyes. “Alfred, please. Go look for him.” Alfred looked down. He hated it. He hated being told what to do. But what he hated even more was that he had no will to turn down a request from his own brother.
“…okay,” he mumbled, making Matthew smile in relief. Alfred stepped back, freeing himself from Matthew’s hands. “I’ll take a walk around the woods, but if I don’t see anything within an hour, I’m coming back.”
“Fine. That’s fine,” Matthew nodded, knowing that he shouldn’t try pushing his brother further.
“And you’re to have coffee ready for me when I come back, or else I’ll punch that smile of yours off your face.” Matthew sighed.
“Don’t be so violent. Go now.”