Charlie

Chapter 1: The Idea

"... Interesting..." A deep and gravelly voice said. A black chess piece; moving around the tiled, marble board. "So, this is used to simulate battle techniques...?"

"Yes but you're doing it all wrong!!! You take it in turns!" This voice was soft and delicate. Like that of a mothers. The black pieces kept on moving. "Gosh, you're horrible at this game."

"Yes but you only have your queen left... I'll let you carry on though. Entertain me~!" And with one swift movement, a white chess piece moved along the board, taking out every single opposing piece, the player giggling softly.

"Checkmate!" The soft voice said, smiling.

The voice had belonged to that of a wonderful French dame, hair up in a nice bun but would sometimes change. Her eyes a soft green colour to match her jade earrings and necklace; a soft blush on her face as if God had placed it her with the utter most care, pale skin to make such a feature stand out. She was mostly known for having a soft French accent due to how much English she has learned throughout the short years she's lived so far.

"Oh, honey. You really know how to beat me, huh?" The second voice declared. It belonged to a man with a sharp suit and even sharper wits. Quite tall and bulky, black hair slicked back into a yellow ribbon used to tie up his hair so he looked presentable. He was a calm man, clean shaven and would always be seen smiling whenever needed. He was pale too, having come from a place with barley any sun which made his yellow - almost golden - eyes stand out.

"Why won't you learn, Christopher? Plan ahead of everything! Even if you've almost won!"

"Yes, yes. You keep telling me such things but why? There's no fun in that! No element of surprise!" The female - who from now on will be referred to as 'Angel' - pulled out a book, just as big as her head but possibly with even bigger contents; starting to write in it.

"Well... If we ever have a child, you can tell them that. I'll give them my journal." Angel started writing in her journal. It was always written in French. Only she and Christopher could understand it because only those two read it. "Hm... How do you feel about golden flowers?" She whispered.

"Golde- ... Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Because, golden flowers make me happy and look pretty, almost as pretty as your eyes!"

"Nonsense, my eyes are far from pretty." Christopher said, arms folded and a small pout on his face.

"Oh hush up, you." The French dame replied, moving a stray strand of hair out of the way of her eyes and sighing. Angel was such a sweet woman who would always plan ahead. Always.

"Well, you can make your own dinner tonight."

"I do that every night, Chris!!"

"Well, at least I've helped you plan ahead."

"... It's days like these where I sometimes wish I never got on that boat to England. However, I'm not complaining. France has its fair share of stubborn men."

"Hun! C'mon! I was just jokin'!" The dame just chuckled.

"As was I, 'hun'!... Did I do it right?"

"Mhm! You did it perfectly!"

After a day or two, the pair were in a restaurant, minding their own business and doing what they pleased which was buying food and praising each other with compliments as all couples would do until Angel pulled out that journal again, writing in it, the pen gliding along the paper gracefully and a soft smile on her face. Every day, she'd write in this journal. At every chance she had; she'd write in it and draw in it. To be honest, Christopher never understood a thing at all about this journal... God, this was so dumb to him. How can a book be more loved than him? He was silent, fingers tapping on the table and his eyes darting across the room before he spoke up.

"Why do you like that book so much, honey?" In which the dame replied with;

"Because I can teach it all I've learned and if I suddenly die one day... My memories can live on. What I've done, can live on... Do you understand?" Christopher did not. He understood nothing because he cares for nothing except himself but still... He nodded, smiling gently.

"Yes. I understand. But... Wouldn't a child be better suited for it?" The dame blushed, the writing in her book stopping before she mumbled.

"Y-yes, of course it would b-but... This book! I... I can't bear to live without it!!!" She was beginning to panic. The thought of her journal being replaced was... Well, terrifying to her!!! She's never left it alone before and if she can't use this, how can she express her emotions? She may seem happy but-

"Well, why not have both?" Chrisopher stated, smiling gently at Angel, gently grabbing her hand and holding it close.

"B-but... Ah... Wouldn't giving uh.. Birth to the child... Hurt...?"

"Hm, yes. However, this is but an obstacle we can easily overcome. An hour or two of pain but a small, happy child for a whole of a lifetime. Doesn't that intrest you...?"

"Yes, yes! A child does but... I'm still scared..." Christopher nodded, fixing his tie and gently stroking Angels cheek.

"What are you scared of?"

"... What i-if it dies...?"

"... Then... Then we can try again. We can keep trying! I just want to start a family with you!" Angel nodded, taking a sip of wine.

"... I promised my parent's I'd wait until I was thirty something before having a child and... Gosh... I've just gone nineteen!!! Don't you think this is a... A little too fast? God forbid what would happen if they found out..."

"If they ever lay a finger on you, I'll break their neck because you, my sweet, sweet lotus, are mine and mine only." He said, standing up and paying the bill, soon walking back to the chair. "Now, come on Miss."