Nobody ever expects bad things to happen on a day when the sun is shining. Everybody thinks that it'll all go down fine, that they'd all head to the beach or just hang around in a hammock reading.
But that wasn't the case for Francis and Arthur.
They bickered a lot. They always had. Ever since Arthur's massive family moved in next to Francis's small one and Matthew and Alfred became best friends, they had been on a downward spiral into hatred for the other.
It got worse when the two younger brothers decided to move in together. Matthew didn't want to move anywhere unless Francis was with him and Arthur didn't want Alfred influenced by the Frenchman. And so, the four males moved into one home. Francis and Arthur were now twice as close and twice as argumentative.
They fought in the kitchen, they fought in the hallways, and, on that fateful, sunny day, they fought on the front lawn.
Neither of them would remember what the fight was about. All they remembered was that they were both equally pissed.
Both Francis and Arthur hadn't known that this argument they were having would be their last, that there was a car fast approaching, the driver of which hadn't quite slept off the few drinks he consumed the night before. They had no idea that this driver, upon swerving away from a child running across the road, would cross the curb and plow right into the two blonds right on their front lawn.
They weren't conscious to see Matthew rush out of the house, screaming when he saw the bloody mess the crash had made, to see Alfred pull the driver out of the car and call him every name in the book, refusing to look in the direction he knew his brother lay.
But when the paramedics and police were done cleaning up the scene and settling all the little matters, the two of them found their eyes opening.
Not their real eyes, of course. Those eyes were now on their way to the morgue.
No, Francis and Arthur opened the eyes of their soul, and not to a world where they could love and laugh like they used to.
Francis and Arthur had opened their eyes to a world in which they no longer had a place.
They opened their eyes to a world in which they were dead.
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Lost Souls
FanfictionAfter their tragic, untimely death, rivals Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland are trapped following their little brothers around. Life as a ghost is emotionally jarring, as they soon discover, and it's driving them together in a way nothing ever...
