A Slave's Demeanor

[Teesie]

(Uhh...I not exactly sure. Maybe the next week to where I could know more about the mafia. I plan to save Lucan before the month's up. Oh.... And btw I know it's Erik I was making a stereotype...well in Mihael's eye all Latino look alike. I'll stress that more better next post )

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(Ooh, okay, lol XP Yep- a week sounds good. Maybe something quickly with Noah? Maybe he demands to go to Lucan's apartment?)

[Teesie]

(Yeah that sounds good to me. Anything fine with Noah~)

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(He's so cute~)

 

Sitting at the kitchen bar, sipping a cup of hot tea, Noah was buried in his chemistry textbooks, not particularly paying attention to anything. Of course, his textbooks were all in French, so it was not much use asking for help; he had already established that no one else in this house could speak french. But...his attention was no on his chemistry because he could not do it, but because he had more important things to think about.

 

His brother, being top of the list.

 

The young Derosier gave a sigh, putting his pencil down on the bench, and taking a long sip of the tea, letting the heat slide down his throat. His shoulders slumped and he looked up towards the ceiling. His brother...before now, the longest time he had gone without speaking to him was a week. And that was only because he had broken his internet router, and his phone had decided to break. The fact of that alone worried him, even without the polices involvement. Noah just wished that Mihael...that he would in the very least tell him what was going on. He was fiercely worried; his frère could be anywhere, in any kind of trouble...he had not news of him from Mihael since the week before.

 

Needless to say; Noah was getting restless, worried and almost sick with the need to see Lucan.

[Teesie]

Mihael walked into the house intending on getting some rest. He was over thinking the fact that the Kenneth boy could be kin to Dimitri, though he was sure it was just him. All Latinos looked alike. Though....he had family here the man had said it. So...did many Latinos route this area? Of course they did what was he thinking? Mihael shook his head he was tired...he was becoming absurd.

 

Looking to the kitchen bar he saw that Noah was woke.....as always. The little kid never got enough sleep. He needed to rest more, not read chemistry books and stay up all night. "Noah...you should go to sleep."

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He jumped in his seat, startled at the sound of a voice from the doorway. His silver-blue eyes found Mihael and his shoulders slumped, his small hands tightening on the teacup. "I-I was waiting up, I did not know when you'd be back..." He murmured, reaching up to brush back some black hair from his eyes. He had let it grow while he was here, almost a testament to his brother. Nobody really saw him anyway, he was studying through distance in France anyway. What was the point in cutting his hair now?

 

"I...I'm alright. Do you like some tea?" He said, not even noticing the slip in his English as he slid off the bar stool and over to the kitchen bench, moving to fill up the teapot.

[Teesie]

The man looked to the small boy and smiled. "You were waiting on me to return?" he asked the boy walking closer to him. He really wanted the kid to stop that...but he knew deep down that Noah was worried about his brother. About the brother that he hasn't talked to in over two months. That is how long Lucan has been captured right? The hazel eyes man didn't wish for the other to be there any longer than that.

 

"So what is it that you want?" he disregarded the question for tea. He knew that the kid wanted something. That was almost clearly written on his face. Mihael guessed he could relieve the boy's stress ju a little.

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"Hmm?" Noah looked up, his doe eyes startled. He turned away as he saw the look of understanding in Mihael's eyes, not wanting to see. It had been...three off months since he had heard from his brother, and yes, he was anxious. He just...needed something to-

 

"I want to see brothers place," he replied suddenly, turning his back on the officer as he set down the teapot, a little too firmly on the bench. "I want to...go, just for a little while."

[Teesie]

Mihael looked at the other before frowning slightly. The boy wanted to go to his brother's apartment. He understood...it would remind of the other. Give him a sense of comfort. Hazel eyes staring at the small kid he smile sadly. "Could we just... Wait til the morning. I'll take you then I promise. You should get some rest kid." he sad smiling ruffling the dark head of hair.

 

Turning to the stairway he glanced back at the boy to wait for his answer. Mihael just wanted some sleep. Though if Noah was adamant about something he was a reckon to force with.

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"A-Ah..." he stuttered, a flush coming to his cheeks as he realized just what time it was, glancing at the clock mounted on the wall. "Oh, I-I apologize, I did not think it was so late..." he reached out to close his textbook, and took hold of his cup of tea, half finished. "Yes, I should...sleep." Noah murmured, pushing his growing locks out of his eyes. The Frenchman was not at all used to having a fringe, at least not for a number of years.

[Teesie]

Mihael smiled at the kid's clueless actions. The poor boy didn't even know it was this late. He watched as the other stood to go to bed smiling content. The blue haired man had become fond of Noah. The kid was cute and the agent now thought of his own, as one of the family. Everyone had already accepted the intelligent boy....he was so small and adorable.

 

Thinking of how the other's appearance changed he laughed. He was looking more and more like his older brother. The hazel eyed man began to think the small boy was doing it on purpose. Maybe he was trying to imitate his brother to feel comfort. To make it seem less likely to miss Lucan. That was comical to Mihael....albeit cute. Dragging himself upstairs the agent laid in bed and quickly fell asleep. He would take the boy to the apartments in the morning.

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Noah followed the man not long after, shutting off the lights downstairs and shuffling up the stairs with his teacup in hand, fully intent on finishing it before he went to sleep. A thick yawn went through him and he shook his head, covering his mouth with a hand as he climbed the now familiar stairs. He padded to the guest bedroom, dressed already in his Gabana pajamas, and moved to lie down, setting his teacup by his bed. Unfortunately, he didn't so much as get to finish his tea; Noah was asleep in a matter of minutes.

[Teesie]

The sun was shining through the window of Mihael's car as he was driving Noah to his big brother's apartment. He had kept his word to the long haired kid and decided to take him early so he could get to work on time. The home Lucah had lived in for some time now....finally his little brother would see it. The agent didn't know how to categorize that....but he was sure Noah would be content.

 

Finally pulling into the driveway of the apartments he slowed to a stop. Looking to the dark haired kid he smiled softly. "This won't be your first time here will it?" he was pretty sure it wasn't...of course it wasn't the kid had said he had been here before, but the man couldn't take back what was already out. He really needed to learn to not speak before thinking.

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Noah shook his head, thinking over the words first before he answered. Should he answer no, it's not his first time, or yes, it is not his first time? The English language was confusing...

 

"No, I have...been there before. I stayed quite some time with frère over the summer, last I came over." The teen replied, holding his backpack in his lap. It was nearly flat, only with a few things in it; things he was sure he would need. He had left the majority of the space free, just in case he wanted to take something...which he knew he probably would.

[Teesie]

Looking toward the backpack that the other brought he smiled. The boy was planning to take something it seemed. Slowly stepping from the car he looked toward the kid and smiled. "Well lead the way." he smiled walking after the small teen as he approached Lucan's home. A home that the agent couldn't wait for the other to return to.

 

Slowly walking into the apartment Mihael lightly closed the door glancing around Luacn's house. It was actually well kept. Though small dust had manage to accumulate in some areas due to the boy not being home. This made the hazel eyed male wonder if the other was a neat freak. The silver eyed seventeen year old looked to be a clean person. One who cared enough to take care of objects.

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The apartment was on the bottom floor of a rather large complex; he had managed to get the bottom floor only because the previous tenants had moved out. Noah had been there to help him move in, and to be honest, it had not changed all that much since they had set it up. Quite a few more books, some plants on the windowsill that looked to be wilting, and music stewed over the countertop, but other than that, nothing.

 

Noah stepped in, and took off his shoes on instinct, padding through the front room towards the large, single open plan of the almost-loft-looking space. A large, king-double bed sat to one wall, two mismatched bohemian wingbacks behind a simple coffee table towards the centre. Along the L-shaped kitchen were two bar seats in the dip, a small fridge running even though there would most likely be nothing much in it. Lucan was so busy, he usually dined out. The beautiful, hand carved tea-box sat on the counter, filled with different teas. On the bench, Lucan's English tea pot sat clean and ready for use. Lucan loved tea, all kinds.

 

The large cherry wood baby-grand sitting still gleaming in the corner, even under the thin layer of dust. The only messiness in the room was the music strewn over the small table beside it, which had two built in shelves underneath it filled with score books and musical biographies that he used quite often- all book-marked, dog-eared and with bits of paper strewn between them. Well used and well loved.

 

Works from Tchaikovsky were on top; often looked over and admired, followed by Rachmaninoff, modern Marianelli, Saint Saens, Shostakovich, Schumann, Beethoven, and two books of Mozart's concertos. Noah knew that his brother had a passion for contemporary jazz, and there were works from Motown, Diana Ross and the a biography from Amy Winehouse, brand new, unopened scores by Tom Odell and lyric lists by Jose Feliciano. Guitar chords printed in the dozens. CD's piled up next to it in stacks, ordered by style, not artist. Lucan always knew exactly where everything was. And on the piano itself, a large, A3 book of sheet music, where Lucan was working on his latest concerto; his first.

 

Noah had never heard it, but he knew that Lucan had been working on it secretly for the past six months almost obsessively. Emulating his idol, Tchaikovsky. It was a well loved, well used book obviously; his brothers hand was all over it, from the slants of the notes, to the running of his cursive in the margins.

 

Noah felt his lower lip begin to quiver and he had to look away from it, turning to the bedside table, where stacks of carefully arranged CD's sat, labelled with a careful cursive. Next to them, a photo of the two of them not three Christmases before sat innocently; both of them dressed in comfy sweaters, Lucah shoving a Santa's hat on his head. They looked...so happy.

[Teesie]

Mihael watched the small boy as he seemed to observe the room. The place was littered with musical necessity. Well that being because of Lucan's position kn college. It was neat in the apartment, all except the small scatter of music over the table. Glancing at the CD's he noticed that the older boy had a variety of artist....ranging for genre to genre. The agent could tell that he was passionate about music. Any could see that even if they didn't know the boy.

 

Slowly watching for Noah's reaction he noticed the kid's quivering lips and smiled sadly...poor thing really did miss his brother, though he averted his eyes quite quickly. What he was looking at soon had caught man's attention as well. There setting upon a table was a portrait of both Lucan and Noah. Seeing them in a picture together you could really see the similarity between the two. The photo was filled would emotions...a happy gleeful emotion. The two looked greatly happy.

 

Mihael stepped back from the other before trailing to a couch an sitting upon it. For such a bond to be snatched from the brothers was horrible. It just wasn't right. The hazel eyes man was just glad that he had got to the cute boy before the mafia. There was no telling what they would hVe done to the intelligent boy. It was just sickening.

 

Taking the time to thinking over his thoughts he had learned nothing from Kenneth yet. The boy was still shaken a little. Though he promised over and over he was safe the boy would have to feel that within himself to actually comply to his words. He didn't mind...it was better for the make that way. Mihael last thing would be to force the other to spill information just to save Lucan. Now that he had saved Kenneth he learned that every slave was just as important as the silver eyed teen, albeit his heart thought differently.

 

Still watching the smaller kid he wondered what he would actually take from his brother's apartment. Everything was nicely arranged and kept in place. He knew that Lucan would't be upset with Noah... They loved each other too much. It was all so sweet.

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Noah set his backpack down by the kitchen counter and padded across the room, trailing his hand over the larger bookshelf that lined the wall just to the left of the piano, looking over the entire two shelves of musical scores and practice books, as well as other books that he did not use so often. Below, books on crime mystery and a number of what Noah knew to be rather sappy love stories, and the majority of them in French.

 

He turned his head towards the wall beside his bed, covered in a warm, rusty brown coverlet where the two of them had curled up in winter with cups of steaming tea, cuddled under the sheets with Lucan's laptop playing a random horror movie. They shared a love of them. He stroked his hands over the very slight dust left on the sheets, and he sighed, something catching his eye. Just near his bedside table, leaning against the wall, were two guitars. One was an older one, aged from wear and use; it was a dark brown Lag, bought for him from his mother for his sixth birthday for him to one day grow into. The other was a larger, blackwood guitar, one that he recognized. He covered his mouth with one hand, sinking onto the bed.

 

Lucah; bonne chance et meilleurs voeux! Je t'aime de tout mon coeur, frère! L'amour de, Noah.

 

Lucah; good luck and best wishes! I love you with all my heart, brother! Love, Noah.

 

He had given it to Lucah not last year for his birthday, having saved up for the entire year after he found out he was going to be attending the New York Conservatorium. He had found the guitar on a site from Spain, one of Jose Ramirez's from his shop. Lucah had cried when he had given it to him. His hand covered his mouth and he leant to rest his head on his knees. The small layer of dust over it only intensified the fact that his brother was not here. His Lucah was gone.

[Teesie]

Hazel eyes trailing after the small teen he watched as the kid ran his hands across the shelves that were all litters with various items. CDs, books, etc. The expression on the other's face informed the male that the young boy was missing his older brother. He couldn't blame the other, he himself had gotten a taste of the other's personality and fell for him. Lucan was beautiful how could one not get wrapped around his apoeeance as well as character? Those piercing silver eyes though only layered with a small gleam of light. The blue haired male wondered how they would look filled with life....filled with a gleam that was not only of the last hopes.

 

Noah began to act a little weird to the agent, as if something was wrong with the him. Though once the small sniffles of sobs reached the male's ear he frowned. The poor kid was missing Lucan so much that he had decided to cry. Noah attention was engrossed on sonething. Mihael could possible think that it was what reminded the thin teen of a memory. A memory that triggered tears. He walked to the boy and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry...Lucah is fine."

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"No!" He cried, pushing the man's hand off of him, shaking his head in anger and sorrow as he looked up at him, tears falling from those eyes that were so much like his brothers. "No, he will not be alright!" Noah yelled, climbing to his feet, glaring up at the man through his dark fringe. "Stop lying me, Mihael!" His English was slowly slipping the more angry he got, his small hands clenching at his sides, his narrow shoulders beginning to shake. "Tell me truth! Where is Lucah?"

[Teesie]

Mihael eyes saddened as the young teen pushed him away knocking his hand off his shoulder when the male tried comforting him. Staring at the other he stayed silent not letting a word slip out. The small boy was really upset...he wanted the truth but that was something that agent couldn't tell Noah afraid of damaging him. "I can't tell you, but I promise you that he's ok." having the kid act as he dud hurt Mihael's feelings. The male was attached to the kid now as if he was his own.

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"Why?" He asked brokenly, unable to control his shaking. "W-Why do you keep from me?" Noah reached out to grab the front of his suit, his dark eyelashes fluttering closed as he stepped closer, shaking his head in confusion and sadness as he pleaded up at him. "You...why do you keep all of this from me?"

[Teesie]

"It puts you in danger Noah....the more you know of these people the worse it will be. I had promised to protect you not have you in danger. You seem to be a persistent kid. I don't want you to go about things on your own. I will have Lucah to you in no less than two weeks." the other man had promised to have Lucah here by the end of the months and that was what he would do. He would just have to let Kenneth become comfortable enough to tell them the information he needed. After that was spilled he could save the other....Lucan included. Then will Noah only gain the life in his eyes again. Then will the kid smile like it was Christmas. The agent would keep his promise no matter what.

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"I-I-" He choked, falling to his knees before the man, his knees having given out. He snuffled and sniffed, tears falling down his cheeks. "B-Bring me frère, bring h-him home." Noah begged, his hands clutching at the bottom of his jacket. "H-He...he needs to come home!"

 

After three months, he was finally breaking down. Three months without so much as a word from his brother, not so much as a single glimpse of him. And now, he just wanted to see him. He wanted to hear him sing again, he wanted to hold him, and he wanted to talk to him again. He wanted his brother back. So...he cried.

[Teesie]

Mihael looked to the boy as he droppe to his knees tears streaming out of the familiar ash silver eyes. Pleas of sorrow escaping the other's mouth as to wanting his brother back. The hazel eyes stared to the boy as he slightly bit his lip, he didn't like to see the poor kid cry. The agent didn't quite understand what he was feeling, but he understood enough. Enough that he would bring Lucan back if it's the last thing he does. Mihael would not let up on his promise.

 

Noah couldn't take it anymore. The kid was feigning for contact from his brother. "I'll bring your brother back Noah I promise. Don't give up on me ok?" the blue haired man didn't want Noah to not believe he would return his brother to him. He wouldn't want the silver eyed kid to think that Lucan was not going to make it back home. The male would do whatever in his power to succeed at destroying the mafia.