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He didn't like the cold.

Back when he was a normal-sized flea, Francoeur had never taken much notice of it. But now that he was so big, it had become rather noticeable. Another thing Francoeur had to come accustom to. Not to say it was horrible, he just didn't like it. This dislike for the cold had formed when Francoeur experienced his first snowfall.  

It was last week. Lucille and Francoeur had just finished for the night and Lucille was just about to turn off her light when Francoeur came rushing in.

"Francoeur? What's the matte--!" Before she could even finish her sentence, he jumped onto the bed and buried himself under the covers beside her. Surprised by this action, Lucille looked down at her blue-friend and saw tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Shakily, he removed one of his four bug-arms from under the covers and pointed to the window. Lucille slipped out of her bed and walked over to the window. Peeking from his hiding place, Francoeur watched as a smile formed upon her lips.

"There's no need to panic, Francoeur." She said, almost laughing. "It's only snow. Come and look." Francoeur gave a small chirrup and shook his head, indicating he didn't want to. Lucille sighed and pulled the curtains over the window. "There, see? The snow can't hurt you in here. Now, it's time for bed."

But her bed was much more comfortable than his. And Francoeur didn't want to be alone when the snow was still outside. When Lucille said he couldn't sleep with her and had to sleep in his own bed, Francoer gave a sad chirrup and did as she said.

She didn't like seeing Francoeur sad, but she couldn't just let him sleep in the same bed with her. It was inappropriate, after all.

But then again... She thought. He did seem awfully frightened. And It is just for the night... Making up her mind, Lucille called him back and it wasn't long before he was back in bed with her. Though, he stayed on his side of the bed. It didn't bother him. He was relieved that he didn't have to be alone that night.



The next morning, Francoeur woke up with his face buried in the soft pillow of the bed. He rolled onto his side to look at Lucille, still sound asleep. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, he noticed. Why couldn't he sleep with her more often? Though what confused him most was why would it bother her so much to sleep in the same bed with him? After all, he made sure to stay on his side of the bed. There was still so much he didn't understand and still had to learn.

Careful as to not wake her up, Francoeur sat up and got out of bed. He went to his room and took off his night clothes and slipped into something warmer. It wasn't until he was buttoning up his vest did he remember. Francoeur went to his window, peeking from the side, and gasped. It was as if someone had taken a large paintbrush and painted the entire town white. He ran to Lucille's room and shook her shoulder.

"W-what?" Lucille squinted up at Francoeur. Before she could ask, her blue-friend went to the window and drew back the curtain, pointing outside with an excited chirrup. Now fully awake, no thanks to Francoeur, Lucille looked out the window and smiled. "Francoeur, get your coat. I'm going to teach you a little something humans do for fun."

   He didn't know what she meant until a while later when he got a snowball to the face. He tumbled over sending a spray small spray of snow in every direction. Lucille laughed and quickly hid behind the corner of the building. This was his first time in what Lucille called a 'snowball fight'. And truth be told, he wasn't sure if he enjoyed it that much. It was cold and sharp when it hit him. But when he saw Lucille smile, Francoeur couldn't help but smile too.

It had taken a while, but he had finally learned how to make a snowball. Once he had accomplished that, the rest was rather simple. He managed to get back at her a few times, but she was much better at it than he was.

And it wasn't long until he felt another snowball hit him. He turned to Lucille, expecting another snowball, but instead he saw her begin to cough a little. Francoeur gave a worried chirrup with an expression to match it.

"No, no." Lucille said covering her mouth. "I'm fine. Just a small chill." But when she coughed again, only worse, she said, "We should probably go back inside.".

Though, it seemed she had caught more than just a little chill. For the next day, Lucille was stuck in bed with a scratchy throat and a little bit of a temperature.

Francoeur stayed and watched over her. Making sure she stayed warm enough, bringing her food, etc. Raoul was off somewhere. It made Francoeur a little upset. The man didn't even come to at least bring her flowers. Emile and Maude had stopped by to say hello and hoped Lucille was feeling better.  

"It's too bad that you won't be able to perform tonight." Maude said, adjusting her glasses.

"I heard the snow will get worse later on, so it's probably for the best." Emile pointed out.

"Well, don't make me keep you here." Lucille coughed from under the covers. "You two should head home before the snow actually does get worse." They didn't argue with her, saying goodbye and got their coats. Francoeur held the door open for them as they left.

Though, just as Emile was about to walk out, seeing the worried look on Francoeur, he patted  him on the arm. "Take care. And don't worry. Lucille will be fine." Francoeur gave the small man a appreciative smile.

But, secretly, Francoeur decided he did not like the cold.

The bug-man walked back upstairs to Lucille's room and peeked inside to find her sound asleep. He gave a small sigh. Emile was right. She would get better in no time. Francoeur walked over the side of her bed  and felt her forehead. Still warm. He wanted to do something for her. Something that maybe would help. Lucille would give him a kiss on the forehead when he had caught his first cold. Maybe that would work.

Francoeur bent over and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Please, get well soon. At least, that's what he wanted to say, but all that came was another chirrup. Oh, how he wished he could speak. Not just mindless chirrups but actual words like Lucille used. That way he could tell her how he felt.

It made him think of how his life would have been if he never had met the cabaret singer. At the time, before he met Lucille, people would scream and run. Each one yelling monster. He didn't know what monster meant. For a while, he thought that might have been his name, but soon gave up on that when he realized people were afraid of him. It wasn't until he met Lucille did he fully understand what monster had meant.

He reached out and ran a hand though her hair. Yes... He thought. It was on the night we met.

Francoeur had learned that night time was best time to come out. There were less people to see him and he blended in better with the shadows. However his curiosity about this new world around had led him into trouble. Just as his curiosity had led him to Lucille's home.

The night before, while he was jumping from rooftop to rooftop, he had stopped upon hearing a strange sound. It sounded strange to him at first, but, as Francoeur had listened, the sound formed words. Beautiful words. He had never heard such a sound. He wanted more than anything to go and see what could possibly have made such a beautiful sound. But, when he came upon one of the many windows of, what he heard people call it while entering, The Rare Bird, he was stunned by what he saw.

An angel! At least, that was what she looked liked at the time. And her voice! He never knew any a creature to make such a sweet melody. It made him want to do the same thing as she did. But could he do it? He didn't know if he could. And even if he did, he didn't know many words. It would surely sound horrible. Than and idea hit him. Maybe if he just kept listening to her sing, he just might learn enough to sing too!

So for the rest of that night, he listened. Enchanted by her voice. He wanted to learn. He wanted to sing. So much did he desire these that the next day, he realized he wanted to sing with her. Would it be best, though? She might get frightened of him, like all the others. But the bug-man dismissed this, he couldn't give up now! After learning so much.

That night, after she had finished one of her songs, he waited in the alley behind the building. When he heard someone coming, he hid himself on the rooftop above. It wasn't her. But the light haired man had already seen him and screamed, pulled a string hanging by the door that made a ringing sound, after nothing happened, he ran, just like everyone else.

The string had intrigued him, so he rung it himself. The sound was nice leaving a tingle in his ears. So he rung it again and again until the door had suddenly sprung open, hitting him, making him fall into the alley way. His face hidden in his scarf.

"Are you okay?" He heard a sweet voice call. "Did I hurt you?" His head hadn't quite cleared yet. "Let me see."

When he finally stood, his scarf slid from his face. And, to his surprise, it was the angel, but her wings were gone. When she saw his face, she made a strange expression and began to fall backwards. He quickly caught her and held there. He gave a worried chirrup. She awoke rather quickly, to his relief. But then she screamed, slapped him, and ran inside and closed the door.

For a moment he didn't understand. Why did she run? Why do they all run when they see him? Was that what a monster was? Something that everyone feared? And for once, he felt sad, for the first time. It felt like a heavy weight on his chest. He didn't like it. On top of that, it began to rain.

Drip.

What was that?

Drip drip.

Again?

He listened as the rain bounced off the garbage beside him, it made him feel like garbage as well. Then something came over him, he wasn't sure what, but as he continued to hear the dripping, he realized he was starting to speak. No, not speak. Sing. He could sing! The words were strange, yet somehow they seemed to match how he felt. Despite this discovery, it did not hide his sadness. When he stopped singing, he dipped his head down in a sigh. It was no use. The angel had already left. And, indeed, he was a monster.

It all changed, for the moment he looked up, there she was!

She smiled at him. "Do you...do you have a name?"

He responded with a chirrup.

She looked around and came upon the nearby sign. "How about...Francoeur?"

With a small smile, he soon found himself inside her house. She gave him food and clothes. And, more importantly, she had given him her friendship.

Francoeur snapped back to the present as Lucille had begun to stir. "Francoeur?" She said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "That's funny, I was just dreaming about you."

She dreamed about him? He felt his heart flutter and before he knew it, he had his arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. Francoeur felt her tense, but soon relaxed and hugged him back. There was no possible way he could live without her.

She was his angel after all.
Yeah, another favorite pairing. You people are probably tired of all these fan-fics by now.

Anyways: No, I didn\'t forget about the next chapter of Bloom. I have it all written on my iphone. Now I just have to figure out how to get it onto my computer.

Until I figure that out, enjoy a little Fancoeur+Lucille fluff!

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lycaon09's avatar
ton histoire est très touchante =D