The Fault in our Franks

Frank.

The air around me is a frigid cold, and I shiver. I'm currently outside. Waiting. Waiting for Daddy.

"Baby," I hear in the distance. I rub my hands together for warmth and grin.

"Daddy!"

"Baby!" again, closer. I turn to my right and see Frank right beside me, his gorgeous brown hair glinting in the light.

"Oh, Daddy," I croon, wrapping my arms around him and inhaling his scent. He smells of sweat and medicine. Mmmm.

Frank pulls away slightly and eyes me, his brown eyes fiery with lust.

He wants me, I think. And oh, senpai, do I want you...

"SENPAI!" I scream suddenly, unable to control myself.

"OH SENPAI - DADDY, MMMM - SENPAI!"

The words echo across the small park, causing a few people to look over in annoyance. I don't mind. My senpai is here, and that means everything will be okay.

"Shhh, Baby, shhh," Frank whispers, holding my waist and slowly rocking me back and forth. I gargle like a baby in pleasure.

"GhGhahqhhahUgauaigahiagwgqhywyah." The letters bubble out of my mouth, causing Frank to hush me once more and place a finger on my lips.

"Baby, I was meeting with the doctors."

I whine. Doctors remind me of sickness, and sickness reminds me of cancer. Daddy has cancer.

"They said I have one more day. One more glorious day to spend with my baby."

"Daddy, no!"

"Hush. I'll be just fine, Baby-Waby, and so will you. Frank?"

"Frank."

"That's right, Baby. See? Now, about our last day. Where do you want to go... What do you want to do?"

I think for a moment. Our last day, and where to go?

"I wanna go to France," I decide. His smile widens.

"France it is."

I beam, and run off towards the parking lot. "Come on, Daddy, let's go get tickets! To FRANCE!"

- {insert frankfiction montage here} -

- {boop boop boop. goin to France. boop.} -

The plane slowly comes to a stop. Adrenaline and happiness rush through my body, and I squeeze Frank's hand. He looks over and smiles at me.

"We're in Paris, Baby," he mumbles, in awe.

"PARIS! DADDY, WE'RE IN PA-"

"Shhhhhhhhh." He reaches over and attempts to rock me as he did in the park. "Shhhhh, Baby."

I pucker my lips and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Dad-a." I say, just as a baby would. "Daaad-a."

"Baby-Waby-Maby," he whispers.

We both remain curled up together until I jolt up with a start and realize that, besides the crew, we're the last ones on the plane. I push Frank until he wakes up and he grabs my hand, leading me down the aisle and out into the airport.

Out there, people are bustling to-and-fro and billboards with French on them fill the walls. We hurry to the exit, dodging red-faced businessmen and women toting small, yippy dogs.

Finally we arrive outside. I smile and bask in the Parisian air, Parisian sunset, and Parisian cigarette smoke trailing from the homeless man down the street.

"It's all so beautiful."

Frank nods, a pleased smile on his face, before pulling a map from his pocket and pointing towards a triangular-shaped structure.

"There," he says. "The Eiffel Tower. Let's go."

Before I know it, we're there. The Eiffel Tower. We ride an elevator to the top and stand there, admiring the beautiful sunset.

Just then, Frank puts his hand over mine and I turn to look at him. His face is washed in a heavenly glow from the beautiful sunset.

"Baby," he says, his voice low. "I-I love you Baby."

My eyes well up with tears.

"Daddy, you can't leave me, you can't!"

"Baby I have to. I'm so sorry."

I frown, and I feel a tear trickle down my cheek.

He leans in close, and I can feel his hot breath on my lips.

I lunge forward and press him to the elevator door, my mouth locking onto his.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moan, tasting Sour Patch Kids on his tongue.

He grabs my waist and brings me close. I am in heaven, I am an angel, I am God - only God could feel the happiness I'm feeling right now.

"Mm! Mmmmmm! Ohhhhmmmmm!"

Our kiss becomes more passionate.

I bite his lip. He bites mine.

Is this what orgasm feels like? I wonder as I groan, moan, and mumble into his lips.

Finally he pulls away, his hair tousled and his lips a shocking purple from my passion.

I bruised his lips.

I decide not to mention it.

"Baby, I'm gonna miss you so much. But don't worry. I'll always truly be by your si- OH!"

Panic rushes through my body as he staggers backwards and leans against the bars of the Eiffel Tower, dangerously close to falling.

"The cancer! Baby, it's taking me!"

"But Daddy, I wanna be the one to take you tonight!" I whine.

"BABY, Baby, oh... oh..."

He leans weakly against the rails, his arms trailing in the empty sky.

"Nuuuuu Senpai!" I cry.

This is it. Frank... Frank... He's dying.

No. No, I think, this can't be happening.

"Frank?" I call desperately. The only response is a feeble moan. "FRANK?"

I see him jerk and spasm once more. Then stillness.

I rush toward his body, pressing my head against his heart.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

"What?" I say incredulously. He's alive!

"DADDY!" I shout in joy.

But then...

He jerks once more, this time throwing me off him and onto the metal floor. He moves slightly, his body now carefully balanced on the rail.

I realize what's about to happen.

"Daaaaa-"

His body flails and suddenly he's over the bar and falling rapidly towards the ground. My face goes ashen as I see him crash into a motel.

"DADDY!" I weep. "DADDY WHY!!!!"

My heart cracks, then breaks and dies.

With my last bit of strength, I feebly whisper....

"F-Frank?"

There is nothing but silence.

I step towards the rail, ready to join my love.

But just then, there is a quiet reply in my head. It's Frank's beautiful voice.

Frank.