"Get in!" William Shakespeare, Paul's co worker rolled down the window, opening the car door for him. "Ah, thanks." Paul ran inside the car and buckled in his seatbelt. "Rrrr..." The car buzzed as William sped the car at full speed. "I almost didn't get out there alive." Paul sighed as he took out a pack of cigarettes and smoked them.
As both, Paul and William arrived at their hideout, they swept out of the car and went into the hideout where they both slumped onto the couch, exhausted. "Mm...what a rough mission." Paul huffed as he put the artifacts down and layed down. "G'night." William whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
After about 2 years of work for Paul, he was in a nearby place not far from the mansion he robbed 2 years ago. "Ah, it said it was going to rain.." Paul looked at the cloudy..merky sky as he smoked a cigarette. "Ah-!" Paul yelped as he felt someone jump on top of him, making him fall to the ground. His vision was blurry for a while but all he could make out from the blue of his vision was long, black hair.
"It's you! I fucking knew it!" Rimbaud yelled as he held a gun to Paul's forehead out of pure anger. "What-..? Who the hell...oh." Paul realized who it was and stared at the man for a while, professing why Rimbaud would threaten his life. "You made my life miserable! I hate you so much!" Rimbaud yelled even louder as tears formed in his eyes, feeling rain starting to pour down on him and Paul."I hate you..I..h-hate..you.." Rimbauds voice shook and cracked as he couldn't stop the tears from falling from his eyes. "Rimbaud—" Paul whispered, not knowing what to do. Rimbaud lowered the gun from Paul's head as he just covered his face in Paul's chest, repeating how he hated Paul.
Rimbaud cried and cried as the rain poured all over Rimbaud and Paul. "What a Great time for it to rain..-" Paul thought as he looked back at Rimbaud who was still weeping. "Do I..comfort him..?" Paul questioned himself in his thoughts as he kept his gaze on Rimbaud."Uh— relax kid." Paul patted Rimbauds head in a attempt to calm him down. Rimbauds eyes widened at The name, it was like Paul did not know they were about the same age. "Kid-?" Rimbaud looked at Paul for a second, still processing what Paul just called him. "Ah- sorry, the names a reflex now." Paul looked away, feeling a little awkward from how Rimbaud just tried killing him then was crying and now is on the verge of laughing. "This guy is hella weird." Paul thought in his head while watching Rimbaud laugh at the name.
"Aha— sorry...the name was a little funny.." Rimbaud sighed as he calmed down after having a laughing fest over a name. " my god..this guy has some killer mood swings.." Paul looked back at Rimbaud, a little surprised at how someone so vengeful can laugh like that after trying to kill someone. "Anyways...uhm- why did you attack me??" Paul sat up after Rimbaud moved off of him. "Ah— I mean..after you stole the belongings of my parents..they gotten poor and then passed away from starvation. I was alone for the next year trying to get back on my feet after the loss...I guess I failed." Rimbaud sat cross legged on the ground and while looking at the rain poring down from the mercy clouds.
"Oh.." Paul looked at Rimbaud for a second before looking up at the mercy clouds. "Why...why do I feel bad...? Is it sympathy..? Why would I feel that?" Paul thought for a deep minute before looking at Rimbaud trying to muster up something to say. "I'm— sorry." Paul choked out the words like they were fire. He has never said anything like that before and it seemed to catch Rimbaud by surprise and even himself.
"Sorry-?" Rimbaud questioned with a surprised look. "What the hell- why would I say sorry? He's just like anyone else I've stolen from..." Paul thought before looking at Rimbaud, thinking of how he was different from any of the others. "Uh— Paul, you have been staring at me for 5 minutes." Rimbaud looked away from Paul staring at him, blushing a little from embarrassment.
"Yeah right. My bad." Paul looked away, still questioning the fact that he said sorry to someone like Rimbaud. "Well...I can't accept your apology..but I'll try." Rimbaud looked at the bright moon as the rain stopped pouring down on him and Paul. "Mm...I need to know more about this guy.." Paul thought before turning to Rimbaud mustering up something to say. "Rimbaud? Would you— would you..like to join me and my colleagues." Paul whispered like the words were a lump in his throat. For a second Paul was surprised by his actions again, why by instinct would he ask rimbaud that? what is so special about him?
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Rimlaine Bandit au
FanfictionRimbaud is a rich kid that has grown up with strict rude parents till his mother died and years after they threw a party for how much their company has raised in money.