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You nearly drop your ds. Fleur De Lis, THE most popular girl in crystal prep is talking to you.

>"W-what? Why me?"

"Do I need one? Do you accept or no?"

No way. This screams prank. You're going to go there and someone is gonna pants you or kick your ass, but there's that one percent...

>"Ok... I'll go."

"Lovely! Let's exchange numbers, I'll text you."

After swapping numbers she says goodbye and leaves you sitting in the now stunned classroom. The stares and whispers make your skin crawl so you pack your bag and leave to your next class.

>"I hope this isn't a prank..."

Your phone vibrates, a text from her.

<I'll have my chauffeur pull in front of your house at 6.>

How does she know where I live? The flags grow redder by the second, this is a stupid idea. You go through the rest of the day without incident, but word of the ordeal was already spread across the school and you swear you now have a target on your head with a lot of guys giving you the stink eye.

Walking back home you see your dad watching tv and mom making food.

>"I'm home."

Dad looks over at you, mom giving a quick hello before going back to cooking.

"Anon, how was school today?"

>"Alright, I'm actually going out with someone in a bit so I better get ready."

"And you didn't think to ask us first?"

>"Sorry."

Dad laughs and leans back into the couch.

"Don't worry about it, it's not everyday you actually do something outside of the house. So, whatcha doing?"

Nothing wrong with a half truth right? Probably not a good idea to tell em you're going out with a rich girl who might ruin what's left of your social life.

>"Just getting some food with a friend."

"Well, don't be out too late. Ten at the latest."

He goes back to surfing channels and you head upstairs to get spiffy, dosen't hurt to at least look presentable. Digging through your drawers you find some ok duds, fix the knicks in your hair, and kill time playing vidya. Sadly, the end times arrive as mom calls you downstairs, heading down you see your wor- holy shit.

"Good evening Anon, I trust you are ready for tonight?"

She cute. Very cute. A beautiful pale pink frilly blouse with a matching skirt. Your dad is looking at you with the biggest shit eating grin.

>"Yeah. All set."

 

That ride was the most uncomfortable experience you ever had. Sitting in a fancy car being driven by a scary MIB lookin guy with the most popular girl in school mere inches from you, thank god you're wearing deodorant.

The car comes to a stop at the fancy part of town in front of restaurant with a name you can't read. ザ・ゲーム

"Enjoy your night Ms. Lis."

"Thank you. Come Anon, I hope you like Japanese."

You nod and follow her into the restaurant and holy crap is this place fancy, it's like one of my Japanese animes. A man dressed to the nines greets you with a bow.

"Irasshaimase. The six-thirty, private room? Come, your table is ready."

The both of you follow him to a hallway with rows off sliding doors, opening one and gestures you inside. It's a cozy/fancy place with a knee high table and four cushions around it. With what knowledge you have about Japanese etiquette you take off your shoes and sit cross legged on a cushion, with Fleur taking the spot across from you. The waiter passes two menus.

"Drinks?"

"Sakura-cha, rinse the blossoms."

>"W-water please."

With nod he leaves, sliding the door closed. Fleur opens her menu and hums to herself, you open your's and are immediately confused with the options.

>"What do you recommend?"

"I usually order an arrangement of sashimi, but I am partial to unagi. Don't worry about picking, I have it planned out."

Cool I guess. Closing the menu the waiter returns with your drinks an Fleur places an order for something called 'kappo ryori' and he leaves yet again. Fleur pours tea into her cup and inhales the aroma, you can smell it from here. Flowery. She takes a sip and looks you in the eyes.

"Anon, I must thank you for accepting my invitation."

>"No biggie. Sorry if I'm repeating myself but why me?"

Another sip.

"I have a proposition for you. I need you to be my boyfriend."

You choke on your water, the hell did this bitch say! Paper walls, better whisper yell your confusion.

>"What?!"

"I'm in a rather precarious situation, in order to avoid it I need a boyfriend."

She refills her cup.

"You won't be doing this for free, compensation will be given."

Regaining your composure you repeat yourself.

>"Why. Me."

"I didn't pick you at random Anon, you fit the criteria I need for a boyfriend. Plain, but not ugly. Unpopular, but not a loser. The perfect example of an 'ordinary guy'."

You should feel insulted but she isn't wrong. This is to much to unpack, but you can't help but be curious about what her deal is.

>"Compensated how?"

"Outings like this, usual couple activities to keep up appearances. If it's money you're after, I'll oblige as well."

Her face looks stoic and elegant but there something off about it. Scared?

>"I don't think this is a go-"

"Two hundred a week, cash."

Something is definitely wrong here, that desperation in her voice. Every fiber of your being is telling you to run, but doing so might cause something bad to happen to her? Jesus, why the hell are you entertaining this?

>"Ok. I'll do it. Keep the money though, it dosen't feel right to me."

She breathes a sigh of relief holding her hand to her chest. She's shaking slightly.

"G-good. Now then, it's official. Starting tomorrow we are dating."

Fleur holds up her cup to you and you reluctantly raise yours as well.

>"Yeah. Dating."

How long is the food going to take?

 

Non stop, the moment you came to school people are bombarding you with questions.

"Where did you go?"

"Did you ride in a limo?"

"Did you bang?"

"How did you land her?"

"Feet pics?"

You just wanted to level your Denpa Men before class and these assholes won't. Stop. Talking.

Eventually the bell rings and everyone takes their seats, good god you can finally breathe. This song and dance repeats till lunch, where it gets even worse. They won't shut up, you can't even eat in peace. You reach your breaking point and just when you're about to tell them off, a stern voice breaks through.

"Do you mind? You're all suffocating him and I wish to enjoy my lunch with Anon."

Murmured apologies and aww's ring out as the crowd disperses, she sits next to you and lays a small fancy case on the table.

"That should stop the rabble from bothering you."

Fleur opens it and reveals an adorable arrangement of small sandwiches, she slides the case to you and smiles.

"I had the chef make enough for the two of us, I hope it's to your liking love."

Oh yeah. She's your 'girlfriend' now.

>"Thanks s-sweetheart."

The two of you eat in silence as you feel the stares of almost everyone burn into your skull.

"They'll be over it soon, just bear with it."

>"Hope so, pretty sure some guys wanna beat me up."

"None will dare if I'm involved."

She's right, even you know not to fuck with a rich person. Guess there's some perks to this after all. These sandwiches are killer.

The bell sounds and Fleur begins packing her things.

"We shall meet again after school, you'll come home with me."

>"Wait, your house? Wouldn't your parents see me?"

"That's the plan. Remember, we must keep a front."

>"I guess..."

Luckily the rest of the day went on without incident, but the fancy car parked in front of the school waiting for you brings the stares back on you as Fleur, holding your hand, leads you inside the vehicle. The ride to her house was tense, keeping your eyes on the road outside. House's whiz past, each one getting more extravagant until the car pulls into the driveway of a literal mansion. MIB man opens the car door for Fleur then you, and drives into a large garage.

"Come along Anon."

She opens the large door and as you walk inside the sheer size of the place makes you reel.

>"Jesus. Being loaded must be nice."

Fleur winces slightly and quickly walks up a grand set of stairs, you follow and see her come to a stop in front of an open room.

"Please make yourself at home until father arrives."

What a room. Everything oozes class, you feel unworthy to even be in here. Massive bed, velvety carpet, phat ass wall tv, if it wasn't so girly this would be the ultimate bedroom. As you and Fleur sit on the couch a woman enters the room with a tray.

"Refreshments. If you need anything else please ring for me."

A small bell is placed beside the tray of cheeses and crackers and leaves you two be, these trays have a name right? Fleur begins reading a book, ignoring you for the most part while you pick at the cheeses. It's pretty awkward honestly, the silence only being interrupted by the sound of paper moving. Dosen't hurt to try starting a conversation.

>"So... Watcha reading?"

Her eyes turn to you and quickly go back to the book.

"The Handmaid's tale."

>"What's it about? Sounds interesting."

She sighs and turns a page.

"Anon, we aren't in public. You don't HAVE to talk to me, if you're bored you can use the tv."

Fleur grabs the remote from the side table and lays it in front of you.

>"Yeah, sorry."

Grabbing the remote you start surfing channels, hope her folks aren't as cold.

 

"Who is this boy Fleur-de-lis?"

Huguenot Cross, this guy fits the look of 'rich man' to a T. Slicked back brown hair, clean shaven, a tasteful suit, and a cold eye on you. The three of you are in his study, he puts a ball of ice in a cup and pours what you think is whiskey then sits in an armchair.

"My boyfriend father."

He takes a sip and looks her in the eyes.

"This complicates things you know, a suitor is already arranged for when you turn eighteen."

She balls her fists and stares at the ground, the hell is going on? Suitor?

"But father."

"Does Anon's family have status?"

"No but-"

"Can Anon's family help my business?"

"Father-"

"Then I won't allow you to be with him, you know better. I can't afford to have you fratanize with any random boy."

He finishes his drink and moves his attention to you, a look of pitty on his face.

"I'm sorry young man but I must ask that you no longer speak to my daughter, I hope you understand."

Fleur runs out crying, you simply nod and leave the room as well. You should be happy that you managed to get out that situation, but you can't help but wonder what's going on between Fleur and her dad. Forget it, probably better not to stick your nose in a family's affairs. MIB guy stops you as you leave and gestures to follow.

"Mr. Cross asked me to drive you home."

>"Uh, thanks..."

The drive home was quiet, you're still kinda reeling from how much happened in so little time. As the car pulls into your neighborhood MIB turns into an alley and parks halfway in. Oh god are you about to get whacked!

>"M-my house is still a block away..."

MIB sighs and slouches in his seat.

"Sorry you got dragged into this kid."

His whole demeanor changed, he pulls out a cigarette and lights up.

"For your safety just forget everything that happened and move on, it's not worth it."

>"I don't even KNOW what happened? The hell is wrong with that family."

He blows a cloud out the window and looks back at you.

"You ain't a snitch?"

>"On mom."

MIB stares you off and leans back into the seat.

"Boss's wife died like a year ago before he could have a son, now he's banking on his kid having one."

>"Jesus, why specifically a son? He has Fleur what's wrong with her?"

Flicking off the ashes he takes another drag and blows.

"Family thing. Every son inherented the family business, daughters are more of a status symbol. 'My girl is skilled with the violin and has high marks' that kinda shit."

That blows. Who wants to run a business, to much responsibility.

"I already said enough, I need to head back. Sorry but you gotta walk from here. Remember what I said, you seem like a good kid. It ain't worth it."

He flicks the butt and unlocks the doors, you get out and he drives off down the alley. As if on cue your phone vibrates, a text from Fleur.

<Please meet me tomorrow at Canterlot Mall. Urgent.>

You turn off your phone and walk home, when you step in mom welcomes you.

"You're awfully late Anon, spending time with that girl?"

>"Yeah."

Not even looking her way you trudge upstairs to your room, throw your backpack on the floor and plop on your pc. Noita sounds good right now.

 

"You came."

>"Against my better judgment."

Fleur sips her coffee and looks at the bustling crowd of the mall. The two of you are in a cafe, and for some mind numbing reason you came. You sit across from her and she immediately gets down to business.

"I'm guessing you wish to know why I asked you to be my boyfriend?"

You kinda know but you ain't no snitch.

>"The suitor thing caught my attention."

She finches slightly at that and sighs.

"As you know I'm to be wed to someone when my eighteenth birthday arrives, and seeing as I'm about to be seventeen in the coming months my time runs short."

>"I take it you hate the guy?"

"I don't even know him. The arrangements were made without my knowledge."

Daddy really wants a son, why not just remarry? It makes no sense.

>"Where do I fit in this?"

"The plan was to make my father accept you and call off the marriage, but that failed."

THAT was her plan? Did she get the idea from a romance novel?

>"What did you expect? You said so yourself that I'm the perfect 'ordinary guy' of course he would say no."

Her face flushes slightly and she stirs her coffee.

"I thought it would work..."

What MIB said last night keeps repeating in your head, getting involved with her is bad news. Especially if her ideas are this dumb, but a girl being forced to marry some rando dosen't sit right with you.

>"Ugh... Screw it, this is outta my scope. I'm goin home."

"Wait! please!"

She reaches over the table grabbing at your collar.

"You're the only one I can turn too! I have no one else!"

Fleur pulls harder, getting up in your face. Some patrons begin to notice the commotion.

"I'll give you anything you want! Just please help me, I don't want to be a mother!"

It's getting kinda hard to breathe now.

"Excuse me but you'll have to leave, you're scaring the customers."

Fleur freezes and releases her grip on you, face going pale.

"I need to go to the restroom."

She bolts past the barista and runs into the restroom. Letting sweet oxygen fill up your lungs you realize something. This is your chance to bolt, to not look back and run! Getting up you quickly walk out the cafe and stop when you see the restroom open up reveling a disheveled Fleur with what you're pretty sure is vomit on the corner of her mouth. She shakily follows as you walk backwards out the door.

"help me! please!"

>"I-I don't know how!"

You're scared now. She's lost it. You want to run but your legs won't pick up the pace.

"then kill me."

>"What?!"

"i lack the willpower, please kill me!"

The cafe staff and customers just watch in shock as she pulls a tube from her purse and uncaps it, a fountain pen.

"It's easy, just one thrust to end my suffering."

She holds the pen up to you. Your heart is going a mile a minute, the barista from earlier pulls out his phone and starts dialing. So many thoughts are running through your head, but without thinking you grab the pen and bridal carry her away from the cafe. Cops will be here and you don't need that right now!

Blindly weaving though the crowd of people Fleur slams her fists into your chest sobbing.

"Killmekillmekillme!"

>"SHUT UP!"

Ramming open some double doors your fear and adrenaline fueled escape has led to to the parking garage, and a familiar car parked nearby. With no other choice you run to the car and kick it, startling the man inside.

"WHO THE FUCK- Kid! Ms. De-Lis!"

>"Open the back! I'll explain but we need to get the fuck outta here!"

"Say less."

He pops the lock and you lay Fleur inside and run to the passenger side, MIB quickly pulls out and drives out the garage. The ride is dead silent, with Fleur's sobbing breaking the quiet. He pulls into an empty lot in the shade of some trees, cutting off the engine and turning to you.

"Ok, the HELL happened in there and why didn't you listen to me?"

>"One, she called me. Two, she lost her shit."

Looking back at Fleur she seems to have calmed down somewhat.

>"And I don't think it's my place to tell you what she said to me..."

You ain't no snitch.

 

"Sorry for my language but holy shit Ms. De-Lis, you barely know this kid!"

Damn right, worst three days of your life. MIB lights a cigarette and takes a long drag.

"I have no excuse, I'm sorry."

>"Better be. Took a couple years off my life."

And your back. You recline the seat and sigh.

"There's no way out for me is there?"

MIB flicks the ashes and stares out the window, guy clearly dosen't know what to say as do you. What the hell can you do?

"School does student apartments right?"

>"Yeah, why?"

"This is a long shot, but Ms. De-Lis can go into hiding and those are like the best choice to hunker down in."

This is a terrible idea! How would that even work? Fleur must have the same idea as she looks dumbfounded.

>"How? They'll find her instantly, you have to sign those under your name."

"That's where you come in."

Huh?

>"Huh?"

"You sign for one under your name as a front, and Ms. De-Lis can hide in it secretly."

>"Fuck. No."

He puts a hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes.

"I know I said that you shouldn't get involved, but right now she NEEDS you. Think, Mr. Cross needs a son right? If Ms. De-Lis is gone he'll have no choice but to remarry."

This is gonna backfire you just know it.

"He'll do everything in his power to find her yes, but I know Mr. Cross. He's stingy with expenses that don't give results, it could take a year maybe two but he will give up and just find a woman."

>"He's that shrewd?"

Fleur pipes up and answers.

"Yes. I did violin lessons as a child and he canceled them when I performed poorly for a banquet. He wants nothing but results."

She looks at you squeezing her hands together, a pleading look in her eye.

"Please Anon, help me."

Do you even have a choice? Everything that's happened so far has been because of your indecisiveness and lack of backbone. This time you're sure in your decision.

>"Fine."

Fleur leaps from the backseat wrapping you in a choke hold of a hug.

"THANK YOU ANON! THANK YOU!"

MIB tosses his butt out and rubs his eyes.

"If we're doing this, we're doing it right. I'll get us burner phones, we'll ONLY text with them and even then keep them short and vague. Kid when the place is ready text us an emoji, any will do but not the same one for both of us. It'll mean it's time for Ms. De-Lis to move in. Afterwards I'll dispose of my phone and you two do the same."

This guy has it all mapped out, it's kinda scary. Prying Fleur off, you ask him a burning question.

>"Why are you helping Fleur do this?"

He starts the car and pulls out the lot.

"I got my reasons."

Cool. A non answer, you look out the window and just watch the passing buildings. Everything feels so surreal, your whole life changed on a matter of minutes. Looking back at Fleur you see she's doing the same thing, and you're surprised to see a smile on her face. Hopeful feels like the best word to describe it, like everything is will be okay. You feel a twinge in your chest, this girl is depending on you and there's no backing out now. Turning your attention to the front you ask MIB another question.

>"Where we headin?"

"Cain's, I'm starving. Want something?"

Leaning back into the seat you look out the window again.

>"Caniac combo with Dr. Pepper sounds good right about now."

 

It didn't take much to get your parents approval to move into an apartment, in fact they were excited to see you do something 'out of your comfort zone' and helped move your junk into the place. It's pretty small, obviously meant for one person. A bedroom, restroom, and a kitchen/living room. Bare minimum for a student, wish it was more roomier considering its crystal prep owned.

Grabbing a soda from the fridge you crack it open and plop on the sofa, it's stiff but it's free. Looking at the time on your phone you sigh, 10pm.

>"Guess it's time now..."

Laying the drink aside you pull out the cheap phone MIB gave you and text the signal. Your thumb shakes over the send button, nervousness starting to wash over you. No turning back.

* tap *

Eyes glued to the screen you see the 'read' icon pop over your text. It's all up to MIB guy now, you take a long sip of your soda. Now to wait. To pass the time you clean the place up and play vidya, and soon you hear a knock at the door.

>"fuck..."

Tossing the controller aside you head to the front door and look out the peep hole. It's her, wearing a hoodie and face mask. You open the door and let her in, then quickly closing the door.

>"No one saw you?"

"No, I followed the steps you gave exactly."

Thank god the halls don't have cameras.

She takes off her duffle bag and passes you her burner phone.

"It's off."

You turn yours off as well and put them in your jacket hanging on a chair, you know a good place to break em. She sits on the couch and starts unpacking. Just clothes and bathroom sundries, but her phone catches your eye.

>"Did you change the sim?"

"Yes, he got me a new one. My phone has been factory reset as well just to be safe."

Good, one less thing to worry about. You yawn and check the time, almost twelve.

>"We should get some sleep, bedroom is yours."

She looks at you surprised.

"Where will you sleep?"

>"In here. I'll just do a makeshift futon with the couch cushions."

Fleur shakes her head and moves over to you.

"That's unacceptable Anon. You're doing so much for me already, I'll sleep on the couch."

It's to late for this.

>"Fine, come get your blankets."

She follows you inside and gasps, yeah it surprised you too. It's a small room with only a cabinet, closet, and a desk that's part of the wall.

"Anon, you have a queen size bed! We can just share!"

That's whats It's called? Makes sense considering it takes up like a fifth of the room. Wait.

>"Share? Hell no."

"B-being in the same room is safer Anon, think about it."

You sure didn't say that when you offered the room earlier.

>"Nope, and it's final. You get the bed, I get the couch."

Grabbing a blanket you leave the room but are stopped by Fleur midway.

"Anon, please!"

She fiddles with her hoodie strings, looking at the floor.

"I really... don't want to be alone tonight."

Now you feel like a dumbass, she's completely cut off from everyone she knows now. Fleur is scared. You groan in frustration and throw the blanket back on the bed, it's only for a night.

>"Ok, let me get changed first."

She leaves the room and you throw on a tee and basketball shorts. No more sleeping in boxers for the foreseeable future...

"Is it ok to come in?"

>"Yep."

Never seen a nightgown in person, a sleeveless pink silk gown that goes down to her knees. It's adorable plain and simple. You quickly look away and get into bed, leaving plenty of space with your back to her.

>"G'night."

The bed shifts and you tense up, shuffling a bit as she gets comfortable. It stops eventually and you feel more at ease but that quickly goes away.

"Good night Anon, thank you."

She's really close.

>"No problem."

 

You hate grocery shopping. The moment you woke up Fleur told you to go to the store and pick up 'essentials' and now your ass is struggling to get them up the stairs. What's so wrong with soda, frozen pizza's, and cereal? The battle was arduous, but you made it inside the apartment. Locking the door you drop the goods in the kitchen and collapse on the couch.

"Wonderful, you made it."

Fleur examines the haul and begins putting things away.

>"I blew alota money on that stuff so it better be worth it."

"Money won't be a problem, but yes this is worth it. Your diet is horrendous."

Insult aside that first thing made you sit up.

>"What do you mean 'it won't be a problem' this stuff put me two hundred in the hole!"

Placing eggs in the fridge she looks over at you and sighs.

"Look in the large pocket on my bag."

Huh? You go into the bedroom and look where Fleur said, the sight nearly made you keel over. A FAT stack of hundreds, did she steal this from her dad! This can't be traced right? You carry the cash into the kitchen and plop it on the counter.

>"What the fuck is this?"

She's taken aback by your bluntness but quickly rights herself and answers.

"This is money I've saved in my room, whenever I was given my allowance I put half in a box under a floorboard. Not even father knows of it."

>"These are HUNDREDS though."

"Yes, I was given two hundred a month. Should be roughly over twenty thousand give or take."

Dumbfounded you look at the wad and back to Fleur. Rich people man.

>"Can I have two hundred?"

"It's meant for both of us Anon, so yes you may."

Sliding two out and tossing the wad through the bedroom door you notice Fleur prepping the cooking stuff mom gave you.

>"You making something?"

"I'm preparing lunch for us, nothing special just some steak and baked potatoes."

Nothing special, that's a five star meal in your eyes! She can cook?!

>"Need any help?"

"I'll be fine, I have high marks in home ec for a reason."

You sense a lot of pride in her words as she season's the meat.

>"No kiddin, well you do you."

Sitting back on the couch you check the local news on your phone, still no missing person alerts. Granted it's only been a night, but you can't help but be nervous still.

>"So, anything happen while I was gone?"

"No, it's pretty dull here to be quite honest."

>"I got games? Pretty varied library of em too, I don't mind if you use it."

"Never cared much for 'Video games', reading a good book or watching a movie is plenty for me."

Movie's huh, you can work with that.

>"Well then I have just the game for you!"

Turning on your ps5 you scroll through your purchases and re-download a game. Takes up some space but it'll be worth it.

>"Death Stranding. People love it or hate it, a truly divisive game with a weird ass story."

"No thank you."

>"C'mon! It's got some big faces attached to it, like Del toro and the guy who directed Drive."

"Nicolas Winding."

>"That guy! You don't even have to play, I'll take care of that and you enjoy the ride."

An exasperated sigh escapes her as she flips the steaks.

"Ok Anon, I'll watch and only watch. Not like there's much else to do around here..."

Score! You got a gaming buddy, kinda! Putting the console to sleep you kick back and enjoy the smell of meat and herbs while shitposting on your phone. Here's hoping it's smooth sailing from here.

 

This is making you very uncomfortable. It's been a week and no reports of a missing person has been made, alot of the students noticed obviously and a few bugged you about it wondering if you knew anything. Every time you gave the same answer.

>"I dunno, she just stopped talking to me."

The questions stopped eventually but people still wonder where Fleur is. After school you decided to make a pit stop at the 7/11 and pick up a small soda for the walk home. She'll throw a fit if she knew you were sneaking soda, but mineral water and tea suck ass. A real health nut that girl, doing exercises in the morning and making healthy meals for the two of you. Not gonna lie though the foo-

"Don't make a scene."

An arm wraps around your shoulder and you're dragged into a van, it all happened so quickly you didn't even react till the van started moving.

>"W-what the fuck?!"

The kidnapper crouches over you and holds up a photo, of Fleur.

"You were the last person Fleur-de-lis interacted with before her disappearance. Do you have any information regarding her whereabouts?"

Who the hell are these guys, detectives?

>"No, I don't kn-"

A fist flys into your shoulder cutting you off, causing you to fall to your side.

"Don't bullshit me kid, she was your girlfriend right? So she has to have told you something, spill it."

That hurt BAD, holding back tears you reply.

>"I'm serious! A-after she introduced me to her dad I broke it off and stopped talking to her."

He grabs your collar and drags you upright, slamming you against the van door.

"You're not lying to me are you?"

>"No! I promise!"

The driver pipes up and his voice makes you freeze.

"Leave him, it's obvious he dosen't know shit."

It's MIB. The guy man handling you let's go and kicks your thigh.

"You sure? This is the only lead we got."

"Positive. I drove him home after he met her dad, dude scared him shitless."

The van comes to a stop and the door unlocks, the guy pushes you out and towers over you.

"Don't speak of anything that happened today."

He jumps back in and the van drives off, rubbing your shoulder you realize you're in an alley.

>"Shit... I owe him big time..."

Limping back on your feet you begin the long trek back to the apartment. Thank god MIB is one of em, but now the search is on and you're positive you'll won't be so lucky next time. Making it back you push past Fleur and immediately go into the bathroom to assess the damage. Nice red welts on your shoulder and left thigh that sting to the touch, most definitely going to bruise tomorrow.

"Anon, are you ok?"

Shit what do you tell her?

>"I'm good! Just really had to use the bathroom."

"At least say 'excuse me', I was worried when you didn't greet me."

You feel like an ass not telling her, but it's for the better that she dosen't know.

>"Sorry! I'll make it up to you, promise!"

Sliding your uniform back on you flush the toilet and run the faucet for a while before jumping out the bathroom. Fleur just so happend to be waiting just outside the door.

"Liar."

>"Huh?"

"You left the door cracked open."

Ever heard of privacy?! But you deserve it...

"What happened Anon? You had your shirt off."

She was gonna find out eventually, you were stupid to even try to hide it.

>"We... kinda have a problem."

The two of you move over to the couch and you explain what happened, Fleur didn't take it to well.

"Good heavens, he didn't hurt you did he?!"

>"Not really, you valet buddy was there and saved my ass."

"He was there? Wait, that makes sense..."

>"How exactly?"

She crosses her legs and arms and sighs.

"Why father didn't file a report. It would make a massive problem with my suitor, he wants me found quickly and discreetly and who better than private hires and my valet."

>"PI's I get but why him specifically?"

"He's been with me my whole life Anon. That man knows me better than my own father."

She tightens her fists and stands up.

"I trust him, he's risking everything like you and I will help as well."

Fleur storms into the bedroom and comes back with her duffle bag, tossing it on the couch.

"I'll need your help as well Anon."

Digging through it she pulls out a box and scissors.

"He gave this to me in case I needed to conceal my identity, now feels like a fitting time."

It's a hair dyeing kit, a simple thing with the bare essentials. She takes everything to the bathroom and gestures you to follow, handing you the scissors.

"I'll need your help again Anon. Please, kill 'me'."

You chuckle looking at the scissors in your hand, she turns around as you grab her hair. Shoulder length should be fine.

>"Not the first time you asked, but sure."

* schnip *

 

You are Huguenot Cross.

And you are quite miffed at your runaway daughter. Pouring a glass of your finest you sit back down, two weeks and still nothing. Filthy Rich is getting suspicious of the lack of updates on his fiancée's daily life, and the school is no better.

"She's quite the troublemaker..."

Finishing the glass you take out your and call him again. Picked up in two rings, must be driving.

"Hello Mr. Cross."

"Any updates?"

"None sir, I apologize."

"No need, but I'm a bit annoyed that you haven't found any leads yet. You knew my daughter for ten years as her valet Eiffel, I figured you would find her a week ago."

You lay your glass aside and stand up, pacing around your study.

"I understand Mr. Cross, I looked in every place possible she would most likely be and got nothing."

"And yet you still have nothing."

"I'm doing everything I can sir-"

You slam your fist against your desk.

"EVERYTHING BU- *sigh* but find my daughter."

Must remain calm, you're better than this.

"Eiffel. You're off this, I will hire someone else to find her."

"What? Sir please, I WILL find her."

"No. We must start from scratch, I should've hired a PI to begin with. You will be Compensated for the efforts you made. Good day."

*beep*

Grabbing your glass you refill it and take a long sip.

"Never hurts to double check with another set of eyes."

 

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You drop the controller and bask in the after glow, feels different with someone backseating. Looking over to Fleur she's wiping away tears and sniffling.

>"Yeah. It was the same for me too."

"What a ridiculous story, but it still made me cry."

>"Seriously. Anything involving babies always gets me."

You're hungry. Checking your phone for the time you see it's currently 8pm, dinner time.

>"I'm starving, wanna reheat leftovers?"

Throwing her tissues away Fleur shakes her head and surprises you.

"No, how about we eat out tonight?"

YES! REAL FOOD! Sure her cooking is bangin but you miss pizza and burgers.

>"Hell yeah, I'll get dressed and pick us up some grub!"

"I'm coming as well."

>"Sure le-"

What? She's not serious is she?

>"No way Fleur, remember? You're supposed to be in hiding."

"I am, and now I can hide in plain sight."

She's not wrong, her new look is pretty drastic. A bob cut with her hair dyed deep blue and paired with faux glasses she made you order, Fleur's almost a different person.

>"Yeah but the risk in it is still high, this ain't a vacation."

"True, but even so it's not healthy to be cooped up like this."

Again, she's not wrong. There can't be to much of a problem since MIB is most likely fudging the search, and the cover of night is a bonus.

>"Jeez... Alright you win, let's gets some food. But stay close to me."

She nods and goes into the bedroom to get changed, might as well re-download Death Stranding 2 while you wait. Fleur's gonna flip. It didn't take long for her to come back out, dressed in jeans and her hoodie. Plain and simple.

"Shall we go?"

>"Yeah, but where too?"

"We'll figure it out as we walk."

Jesus this girl... The two of you leave through the back doors of the apartment and start wandering the city streets. Despite her bravado earlier she's pretty jumpy right now, eyes darting for any suspicious vehicles and what not. Then a funny idea hits you.

>"Wanna hold my hand or something?"

"I'm not five."

>"You're shaking like you are, it's making you stand out. It'll be less conspicuous if we do."

She looks at the floor and huffs, you got her there.

"F-fine!"

Fleur furiously wraps her arms around your own.

>"Jesus! I said my hand not my whole arm!"

" 'or something.' You said that as well so deal with the consequences of your words."

Goddammit... You just wanted to tease her, damn chick did the ol' switcharoo on ya.

"So you red-faced fool, where are you taking me this evening?~"

Now you're the one darting their eyes everywhere as you walk, the way she said that making you look harder for a place to chow down. Looking at the street signs you formulate a plan.

>"We're on Lilly avenue so if we follow it to Maple... Buffalo Wild Wings?"

"What is that?"

Oh yeah. Rich girl.

>"Chicken wing place, considering the hefty nest egg you have I think it's time we splurge on good shit."

"Chicken wings? Eugh, those messy things. Let's go somewhere more civilized."

>"They're pretty good, trust me. Also I highly doubt those people lookin for ya are gonna check such an 'uncivilized' place."

She groans in frustration.

"You're not wrong... I concede. But you order for me, I know nothing of the place."

>"No problem!"

It didn't take long for the both of you to get there, the wait for a table was shorter. The kind server leaves you a couple of menus and takes your drink orders, leaving the two of you alone in a nice booth.

"This place reeks of alcohol and cheap food."

>"Really? This is one of the more pricier places, my dad took me here for my birthday last year and let me tell you: best wings of my life."

She fiddles with the menu, eyeing the options looking somewhat upset. Now that think about it, this is kinda like that 'date' you had with her. All that unfamiliar stuff at that place made you a little uncomfortable yourself.

>"Let me help."

You slide out of the booth and sit on her side.

"Anon please. I can pick something on my own."

>" 'But you order for me' didn't you say that earlier? I'm helping so deal with the consequences of your words."

Fleur sputters as you throw here own comeback against her, now were even! Who's red in the face now!

"You lousy smart aleck... Ok then, assist me."

>"Alright! First, what's your spice tolerance?"

Dinner went off without a hitch, in fact Fleur was having a blast. She was chatting up a storm with you and demolishing wings like a pro. As the two of leave thoroughly satisfied, Fleur took her place on your arm again.

>"Still scared? I don't mind much but it's pretty late, I'm pretty sure no PI or something is on the lookout."

"I'm fine, just doing a front in CASE someone is watching. Remember our deal?"

>"Thought you called it off?"

"Well it's back, from now on until my father remarries you'll be my boyfriend in public."

You scoff, whatever. Nothing wrong with humoring her.

>"You have yourself a deal. Shall I escort you back to the apartment my love?"

Her face flushes and she squeezes your arm. Ouch.

"Y-yes please. I would love that."

 

"Thank you for your time son, this won't be long. Just wanna ask a couple of questions."

This guy with a suitcase came up to you after school, said he had something important to ask me. It's no surprise that this guy is a detective. He led you to his car and drove you to a place called 'Sugar Cube Corner' to talk.

"You want something? Trust me, the desserts here are top class."

>"I'm fine sir."

"No problem kid, now let's get down to business."

He opens suitcase and pulls out some papers and photos, laying them on the table.

"I'm looking for a missing girl, Fleur-de-lis. You should know her seeing as you two were an item."

He moves your's and Fleurs school photos together and pushes them aside, and slides a photo of her dad in front of you.

"This is her father, Huguenot Cross. Again, you should know him as well. Fleur-de-lis introduced you to him for his blessing, but he didn't approve for reasons he did not disclose to me. Most likely just a father not wanting his kid dating some guy."

Half right. He then puts a pamphlet for Canterlot Mall front and center, you swear your heart stopped for a moment.

"According to a maid at home, Fleur-de-lis then went to the Mall for coffee. As I investigated the food establishments there one place had a very interesting story."

Your thoughts are racing for an out but then he continues.

"According to the Barista, a girl and a boy were talking about something and she went ballistic on him, screaming about not wanting to be a mom and wanting to die."

Oh fuck this is bad. The ways anyone could interpret that day are not good in the slightest.

"She then pulls out a sharp object, seemingly about to do the deed herself. But like a hero the boy swipes it, lifts her up and runs away before the cops could be called."

You were lucky they weren't called at all.

"After this fiasco Fleur-de-lis comes back home, and for two weeks everything seemed to be back to normal. Then, poof. She's gone."

He moves your photo to the center and taps it.

"After that the trail went cold. No clues, no witnesses, nothing. The only lead I have now, is you son. What happened at the mall?"

Shit what do you say? This guy went all out with his investigation... Wait, he dosen't know about the marriage. A Half truth never hurt anybody.

>"She wanted to talk to me after meeting her dad, turns out she's already set to be engaged to someone. Wanted me to run away with her so I dumped her then and there."

"A marriage..."

He leans back in his seat and nods at you to continue.

>"Chick went crazy, wanted me to kill her, hated the guy. I wasn't thinkin, just went and grabbed her and booked it out the place. Her valet guy was in the lot so I dumped her with him and got out of there."

"You're positive you had no further contact with her?"

>"No sir."

He stares at you, looking for any hint of bull on your face. It took every ounce of strength not to break your plain expression.

"Well, I'll contact you again if I need you. I wasn't told about a 'marriage'... Time to pay pops a visit."

He gets up and drops a five on the table.

"In case you change your mind about the sweets."

Suitcase in hand he waves goodbye and walks out the shop. Making sure he's outta sight first, you b-line to the restroom and collapse over the toilet.

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>"f-fuck..."

The cold sweats hitting hard right now. You're praying he didn't see through you. Flushing the toilet you shamble over to the sink and wash up.

>"it'll be fine."

You repeat it to yourself till the shakes go away, feeling better each time you do. Leaving the restroom the lady at the counter calls out to you.

"Are you ok young man? You've been in there for quite awhile."

>"I'm fine just... had a bit of a struggle in there!"

"Well take care of yourself dear, bit ironic coming from me but lay off the junk food. Keeps the gut healthy."

She give a hearty goodbye as you leave the shop, Fleur needs to know about this and fast.

 

"That's none of your business, I paid you to find my daughter and ONLY to find my daughter!"

The little punk. Should've know she told him about that, how can you be so stupid! Putting the phone on speaker you lay it down and pour another glass.

"I need all the details if I'm going to make any progress Mr. Cross, just doing exactly as I was paid for."

This smartass...

"And I said it was none of your concern. Now, is there anything else I should know?"

"...No, other than what the kid told me I got nothing else to disclose."

"Good day then."

* beep *

This is getting ridiculous. She couldn't have gotten far, all of her personal belongings are still here. There's no way she could skip town without money or her ID. Then there's HIM.

Anon. The loose lipped prick had to go and blab, Fleur-de-lis is going to get a STERN talking to when she returns. A knock disturbs your train of thought, the voice of one of your maids sound through.

"Mr. Cross, someone is here to see you."

"Who is it?"

"Filthy Rich sir."

You drop your glass, it shatters on the marble floor. This is impossible, he's supposed to me in Las Pegasus. The door to your study opens, your maid gasping at the mess.

"Good heavens! I'll clean this immediately."

Behind her is the last person you wanted to see.

"You ok old chap? Your face is quite pale."

 

"I always wanted to visit Australia, but the vile insects they have always scare me from going."

>"Yeah, place is know for it's wack wildlife. They got spiders that cover entire fields in webs."

Fleur shivers at your words and leans against you while she plays DS2, feels weird to be the one backseating.

"Disgusting..."

>"Very."

You shift on your corner spot on the couch, causing Fleur to groan in frustration.

"Stay still Anon, I need my pillow."

>"Get one then."

"I'm busy with a delivery."

Flicking her forehead you shove Fleur off the couch and lay on your side like a king.

"You brute! How could you?"

>"My couch my rules, I'm not your personal pillow."

She pouts and punches your shoulder.

"Says the man who held onto me like a teddy bear last night..."

>"It's not my fault you STILL sleep in my bed like a toddler! I can't control my night movements."

That struck a nerve, she puffs up her chest and points a finger at you.

"I only do it because I feel safer with y-"

Fleur cuts herself off as her face grows red, a stupid grin spreading on your own. This is hilarious.

>"Ah! What was that? Safer with who??"

She sputters over her own words, this must be milked further!

>"Is it me? The brute who shoves a lady off the couch? It can't be, right?"

Fleur begins to slam her fists repeatedly against you. Covering your head you laugh at her desperate display.

"You heartless rube! How dare you!"

She runs into the bedroom slamming the door, maybe you went too far. Getting up you head to the door and knock.

>"C'mon Fleur, I was just messin around."

"Sleep on the couch."

>"I don't have a blanket."

"Not my problem."

Well shit. You plop back on the couch and stare at the tv, she forgot to pause.

>"Dammit, she's doing a delivery too."

You ain't a dick so you put it in rest mode and decide to play some Spirit Tra-

>"Ugh... it's in the bedroom."

Your phone is charging in there too, the only option left is tv...

Screw that noise.

Getting back up you head to the bedroom and open the door, Fleur is curled up in a blanket on the bed.

"I said sleep on the couch."

>"Just getting my stuff."

She huffs and you walk over the desk to grab your phone, but that guilt bug is biting hard. It's better to deal with it now.

>"I'm sorry Fleur, I shouldn't have teased you like that."

Fleur peeks out the blanket at you.

"You really think I would accept such a weak apology?"

You scoff at that.

>"What else can I say then?"

She sits up on the bed and stares daggers at you, then replies.

"What do you think of me?"

>"Huh?"

"You heard me."

She wants you to vent or something? Ok then. Sitting on the bed with your back to her you humor her question.

>"Well... I wasn't very fond of you the two days we 'dated', made me feel like a tool for upping your popularity or something."

The bed moves but you ignore it and keep going.

>"But, when I met your dad and learned about the shit you're going through... It made me rethink some things."

"Like?"

>"You needed help, and despite my brain telling me to dip out I followed through and helped you."

You fiddle with your fingers and take a deep breath.

>"Then I got to know you. You're nice, smart, a bit haughty at times but I don't mind."

"You still didn't answer my question."

You feel her arms wrap around you causing you to jerk your head back to see Fleur putting her head against your back.

>"Personal space???"

"Answer first."

Pretty sure you did, but you're not gonna complain.

>"I... think you're a wonderful girl. One of the best friends I've ever had."

She squeezes a bit and sighs.

"That's acceptable. Now for me."

She let's go and moves to sit next you.

"You were right, I did see you as a tool. A stepping stone to get out of that dreadful marriage. If my plan worked I would've kicked you to the curb the moment he remarried."

Ouch.

"Sadly it didn't, and you saw me at my lowest. I expected you to disappear. But when you accepted the proposal to hide me, I've never been more happy in my life."

Anyone would be honestly but you refrain from replying and just listen.

"It was hard at first getting used this new life, but you helped me every step of the way, even when it inconvenienced you. In much the same I think you are a wonderful man, and one of my first real friends. But when you came home yesterday and told me about what happened at Sugarcube Corner, a twinge of pain shot through my chest."

>"Yeah, I was the same way. I couldn't keep still thinkin he would knock down the door at any moment."

"No Anon it's... different than that. I wasn't worried about being caught, I was worried about you."

She plays with the hem of her nightgown.

"Worried that my father would send someone to hurt you like before. I couldn't bear the thought."

She looks to you with a guilty expression.

"I'll be honest. I made you hug me last night."

>"What?"

"I was struggling to sleep, and when you turned over your arm draped over me. A sense of calm washed over me, and I wanted more. So I moved closer and guided your arm further around me."

Jesus Christ...

"Then you squeezed me close to your chest, it felt so wrong to do but... I never felt more safe."

>"Fleur..."

"Honestly, I think I've fallen for you."

Something clicked in your head. Why you helped her to begin with, ignoring the warning signs. Deep down somewhere, you liked her too. Without another word you pull her close and kiss her. She didn't push away, but instead pushed your back onto the bed pushing her tongue against your lips. So you oblige and open up. It felt like hours pass as the two of you feel each other up but you eventually separate to breathe, staring into each other's eyes.

"I know it's too soon but... please?"

She slides her hand down your chest and rubs your bulging crotch.

"I want you to be my first, not some man my father chose."

>"W-we can't. We don't even have protection."

"My cycle is at the end, it's safe."

You struggle to find another excuse but she pulls down your shorts, letting your dick stand at full attention. Maintaining eye contact she slowly strokes it making you writhe under her.

>"Stop it, p-please..."

"No."

She moves down to your neck. Kissing and licking till she reaches your lips, pushing her tongue back in. You couldn't fight back, Fleur had full control. Her hand stopped as she broke off the kiss, getting on top of you. She quickly slides off her gown and unclasping her pink bra. It feels surreal seeing tits in person, perky and modest would be the best description. Wait. This isn't ok, you can still stop this.

>"Fleur, you don't have to do this."

Her panties are thrown aside and she plops against your crotch, her wet lips gilding across the length.

"I must, if not now then when?"

Moving her hand below she guides your dick and without warning slams down. She winces in pain, falling against your chest.

>"G-god... are you ok?!"

It felt so warm, it's hard to describe. You wanted to go deeper but held back as Fleur adjusts.

"I'll be fine... but please be gentle."

The way she said that triggered the ape part of your brain. You grab her waist and slowly grind inside her, Fleur's quiet moans egging you on.

"f-faster..."

Ape mode fully engaged.

You roll the both of you over with you on top, she wraps her arms around your body holding on like her life depends on it.

>"I can't hold back now, sorry."

She squeezes hard in acknowledgement as you start hammering away with primal fury, despite it being your first time your body seemingly knows what to do as you slam deep inside. You feel Fleur tremble against you as she holds back a loud moan.

"D-don't stop!"

You oblige as you feel the end coming.

>"I'm close!"

Her legs lock around you as she holds you tighter. You pray she's right about it being safe. Picking up the pace you cum the hardest you've ever had, pushing as deep as you can. Fleur trembles again, humming in satisfaction as you pump your load. As you pull out Fleur stops you and rolls back on top, pinning you on the bed.

"No, just a bit longer."

You're to tired to stop her and just lay back basking on the afterglow, feeling your consciousness fading.

>"no problem, night Fleur..."