A monster in Paris (Francouer x reader)

14. An opportunity

The night it was raining and it doesn't look like it would stop anytime soon.

Francoeur had changed his clothes to his usual coat, scarf and hat. In this state, he walked down the street, with no destination in mind. One thing was for sure, he didn't want to go back tonight. The flea had looked through the windows he passed by and feels sad at the sight. Mainly, he sees a couple or people, hugging, kissing or just cuddle with another. This reminds him of Lucille's words. A tear left this big boy. To get away from the scene, he jumped onto the roof, watching Paris from above. Paris...a romantic city...romance for everyone...except for him. Next to a chimney, he cuddled up to himself, wrapping his arms around and whimpered a sad tone.

Lucille doesn't feel well what she had said and tires to cheer up her huge friend.

But for that, she has to find him first. Not only that, they have to perform tomorrow. She assumes that he paid me a visit and headed to Francoeur's room. She was surprised though, seeing Madame Loret there. "Is something wrong Lucille?"

"No Madame. I am just looking for Francoeur."

"The songwriter?" she said, holding the sheets up. The angel nodded.

"Nope, haven't seen him. Why should he be here?"

Lucille had to find an excuse, fast, "Well...eh...is...a huge fan of you. I thought he might come here to watch you practice." This might do.

"I see. That would be all."

The angel bowed respectful before closing the door. Only one person might know where I was...and that is Raoul. She headed right to his vehicle and found him lifting boxes. "Raoul, where is N/A staying?" He looked over the box, "Isn't she in Francoeur's room?" "Madame Loret took it." "In that case, she has the room under the stairs." Lucille was shocked, "That is not even a bedroom!"

Raoul shrugged, "It was the only free room available."

"Unbelievable!"

She didn't waste any time and opened the door under the stairs. Lucille feels bad, as she watched me read a book, with a oil lamp. I gave her a puzzled look, "Is something?" The angel looked around in that tiny room, which was only large enough for a mattress to fit in, "Did you see Francoeur?"

"That huge guy?" I said, rather uninterested, "Not after the corridor incident."

"What incident?"

I turned another page in my book, looking at her bored, "He knocked me over and didn't see it important to help me up. Only Raoul and Emile were kind enough to do so."

Lucille finds this quite odd, "He didn't help you, why?"

"I don't know. He just gave me a goofy grin and then left off. Honestly, I don't care", with one hand I closed the door again, going back to my book. Lucille finds my attitude quite rude, but on the other hand she understood how I feel. Francoeur is acting strange and this has all to do with N/A, thought the angel. She had to find him. If it wasn't for Madame Loret, she could have searched for him too, but instead of her, Raoul and Emile have to do it. The two men took the car and drove down the streets of Paris. Emile was not sure, if they find him out there, "Why would he be outside?"

"Emile, we checked the Cabaret from top to bottom. A giant flee like him should be easy to spot."

"Did you check the piano?"

Raoul sighted, "Of course, every corner, every vase."

His friend looked around, tightening his scarf, "Why did he have to go out now? It is getting cold."

Indeed it was getting colder by the minute.

Francoeur was shivering. His mind was to find a place to warm up. To his luck, he was near the professor's home. With one massive jump, he fell into the large glasshouse, greeted by his animal friend...the ape. The monkey noticed that something bothered the flea. He leads him to the Doc. He however, was startled at first to see the flea. "So you are Francoeur?" he asked. The large flea nodded. "And you came here...why?" he continued, making circled around Francoeur. He wrapped his arms around himself, moving them up and down. "I see, you needed warmth."

He nodded again.

The ape nudged the tall flea, gesturing his true intentions. Francoeur hesitated for a minute, before heading towards the chalkboard. The professor watched him draw a girl and he, between us was a heart. "This kind of warmth is a different case." Francoeur made it clear that this feeling was only one-sided, as the Doc asked what he had in mind for this. The flea shook his head. He had no idea what to do.

But the monkey assistant knows.

He showed the professor a card, making him hum in approval. "This might work...it is a difficult procedure...and there might be changes...but this might do it" he mumbled on, making a mixture of chemicals. Francoeur fiddled with his hands, watching patiently till the doc finished his experiment.

"This is my first try...do you want to risk it? I don't know what will happen to you."

The flea gave the drawing of me one look...before nodding.

"As you wish."