Flight
A ginger boy walks down some stairs, He’s dressed in a dark emerald green suit, professionally tailored, but messily worn. The tie is loose, the vest’s first two buttons are undone, and the jacket is hanging off his shoulders. In his arms he’s holding a fedora hat of matching colors.
Chuuya had been woken up at 4 AM, 4 AM. And it was only to catch a flight to Japan, He didn’t even want to go. But it was something “important”; so horribly important that he just had to attend as well.
The moment he came down the stairs Arthur walked up to him. “You should wear your clothes properly, Chuuya.” He spoke in French. He buttoned up his vest, took the hat from his hands and put it on his head, and fixed his tie. “There you go Chuuya, now you look proper...” The dark-haired man steps back. “I hope you have a nice trip back in Japan. I have other business, and unfortunately couldn’t tag along...”
The boy scoffed. “Yeah, I’m delighted to have to wake up at four in the morning.”
“Chuuya, now please, you need to catch the flight...” Rimbaud tried to calm him down.
“I don’t get it, I don’t want to go. Can’t you at least tell me what’s going on?!” The ginger yelled, turning away and showing his hands into his pockets. This was ridiculous…
Rimbaud sighed, and he put his hand on the Childs shoulder. “It’s about magic.” Chuuya’s senses perked up, and he looked at the older man. Then his eyes narrowed down. “I’m not gonna do it.” Rimbaud let out yet another sigh.
“Just, do it when you and Paul are going through the security at the airport.”
“IM NOT GONNA STAY IN THE PET ROOM AT THE PLANE AGAIN!” Chuuya yelled.
”… We’ve learned from that...” Rimbaud said, remembering the big fight and tantrum the ginger pulled after that one incident. “But I’m not going to fight about this with you, I’m also rather busy. You’ll have to talk to Paul.” The long-haired man gives Chuuya’s shoulder a pat and walks off, past him up the stairs. “Have good time in Japan, Chuuya.” He says and leaves, fixing his own scarf.
Chuuya scowls and turns away to get some breakfast in him before he has to leave. ‘This is ridiculous...’.
The kitchen is big. A large countertop, a big fridge, a newly bought stove and oven, A spacious pantry Yet, all Chuuya decides to eat is an apple. He doesn’t even like apples. There’s nothing wrong with them, they’re just really bland, and sometimes the skin on the apple gets stuck between your teeth and it’s really fucking hard to get out. And it feels weird to bite into it. It’s both dry and juicy, it smells weird, your hands get all sticky when you hold them because the sugary fruit juice sips out and it smells overly sweet, and it makes you want to gag when it hits you.
“Good morning Chuuya, excited for our little trip?” A voice says, creeping up from behind.
“No. I don’t even know what we’re gonna do. But Arthur said something about magic, and I don’t wanna do that.” Chuuya grunts and rests his elbow on the counter.
Verlaine sighs. “Well, this little mission requires that you use magic. But listen to this; I know that you’re worried about having to spend our flight in the little pet room, right? You won’t have to do that this time! I fixed that! Doesn’t it seem fun now?”
“No, it doesn’t seem like fun at all. We have money, so why do you have to make me go out of my way like this.” Chuuya scoffs and looks away from Verlaine.
“I don’t mind saving money.” Verlaine says calmly. “I don’t see why you hate your abilities so much, I would die to be able to be an animagus, or just be able to use magic.”
“WHY WOULDN’T I HATE IT WHEN IT’S A FUCKING PAPPILLION!”