Living Dead

[Khaki]

It had been a month since he had kicked Red from his life. He hadn't gone to the embassy. He hadn't left home. He hadn't eaten, slept or done...anything. Black smoke had billowed from his chimney's day in and day out since Red had left. His neighbors had reported concerns about the man, who was well liked in the neighborhood. He gave out free sculptures to those who liked them, lent a helping hand in repairs, etc.

Francois had lost, dangerously, thirty pounds, which had become muscle, which had already started to be eaten at for energy. At the moment he was curled in front of his anvil, too exhausted to move, an empty bottle of depression medication in front of him. Truly he had never felt so bad in all his life. And of course, the police reports had been recorded by the embassies, and they knew that there was a weak link in the Red embassies agents.

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Once a spy, always a spy." That was the motto that haunted the very lives of every spy, so White tried an optimist's approach and liked to think once a white nation, always a white nation, and that theory wasn't an exception for the younger, ex-whitespy that he'd had great expectations for. It was true that he had a rough patch with the other in their last encounter but he'd kept his eye on him, checking in every other day, when he wasn't obsessed with killing, fucking, making love to, and/or torturing his oh so favorite black spy of course. He'd recently been on a mission and just returned to the area that morning, exhausted, and beaten. He really wouldn't have even thought about the French spy except for the gossip in the small coffee shop.
Rumors were rumors but sometimes they turn into the best source of information. He'd just pop by, take a peek and leave, of course plan A never works the way you wanted and he'd seen enough breakups in his day to easily recognized the pain in the other's face. He stood outside the shop door, hesitated, then knocked, waiting for the other to answer while also counting to 5 sixty times which is the dead line before he kicks the door in.

[Khaki]

Frankie heard the knock and simply ignored it, curling slightly more into himself with a groan. it hurt to move, hurt to breath...his eyes were heavy and unopenable, and he was sure if this person just went away he'd be dead in a few hours. it would be the relief he'd needed for years. Just go away...leave him be. His body was so dehydrated he couldn't even cry, which was too bad because he desperately wanted to.

[Master_Rollipolly]

The impatient upper-spy counted to two minutes and 13 seconds before he opened the door with a forcful kick. He had his gun out, leading him through the house until he found the other. "khaki..." He let out a sigh, using the younger spy's white nation name. He put his gun away and leaned down beside him. "Come on agent, look at me.." He murmured, patting the side of his face to wake him up. He looked terrible and there was no doubt that he was malnourished and dehydrated. He looked around the shop, searching for something that would be useful. Finding nothing at the moment and picked the agent up with a grunt and carried him to the bathroom. "Come on agent, I'm not going to let you go like this." He leaned him over the sink, putting a cupped hand full of water to his lips. "drink..."

[Khaki]

Francois struggled weakly, unable to speak, unable to really make White stop. Weak croaks left him, trying to tell him to leave him be. A groan left him as White tried to get water into him, but he kept his mouth shut as best he could. Why was he here...? White didn't care...no one did. It didn't make sense...then again his head wasn't too clear right now, so it could have been anything.

[Master_Rollipolly]

White let out a frustraited huff, tightening his grip on Francois' jaw, forcing the cold liquid to run down his burning dry throat. "Come on Khaki, I know you're not going to let yourself die this way!" He tried again, to force him into submission so he could care for him without too much frustration. "Dammit agent, what the hell has you like this!?, you can't possibly tell me this is all from a fucking breakup!!!" He snapped, twisting the younger man around to face him. He lifted his head, trying to keep his cool. "Khaki......please."

[Khaki]

No no no...his body absorbed the liquid almost instantly and he let out a sob. "Non non..." His face was tugged upwards and he was too weak to fight it, but he was crying again. Who knew? It took a little bit of yelling and he was crying again. "Unique soins au sujet de moi, n'importe ce que je fais. Il m'a laissé, endormi avec les femmes qui ont pris mon oeil!" He sobbed, burying his face in White's shoulder, his French fast and tone heartbroken. "

(Thought I'd translate =;D

No no...

No one cares about me, no matter what I do. He left me, slept with the women who took my eye!

I am worthless, Monsieur blanc...)

[Master_Rollipolly]

White shoot the poor heart broken lad, trying to knock the english back into him. "I don't understand French Khaki!, You have to talk to me!" He demanded. He'd taken the time to learn his Red Nation code name but he'd never call him that, not in a million years. To him, he was Khaki and he was also hoping that he'd come back to the white nation.

He calmed down a bit after shaking him into a drunken state, trying not to hurt him. "Come on Francois....you can't beat yourself up about anything that happened.

(thanks for the translations, I don't have my french dictionary with me today ^ ^

[Khaki]

No French...sniffling he looked up at White, unable to stop crying, fucking again. "I loved him so much White...why wasn't I enough for him? Or the others? Why does no one love me?" The last question was out of breath, whispered and heartbreaking. "I would have done anything for him, White...anything."

Sniffling he went limp, no longer fighting White as he sobbed. He felt like his heart was being stabbed, again.

(No prob =D)

[Master_Rollipolly]

He pulled him into a warm embrace, letting him hide the tears he was so shameful of, comforting the young agent. He wasn't exactly good at comforting but he could give a shot at it. "Look it's okay, maybe....." He had to think a moment, remember the things he was told after a heart break...back when he didn't have an enemy/lover to look forward to.

"....maybe he just wasn't the right guy..." It sounded good, even though he never really understood it until he took this time to think about it. He sat him on the floor, putting an arm around his shoulder, and holding him close, much like a father would a son. "....yeah, he just wasn't the right guy....trust me, you'll know when you see him. You're going to take one look at him and go...that guys a bastard and I'm going to fuck him up, but then fighting turns to wrestling and something happens and......urp, well thats not the point." he stopped himself before he got too off the subject, caught up in his own experiences. He took a deep breath recollecting his thoughts. "....Look Khaki...the point is...when you find him your gonna wonder why you didn't meet him before and then things will just fall into place." He hoped that sounded as good outloud as it did in his head,........he hoped.

[Khaki]

Not the right guy? Sniffling Frankie looked to White faintly, tired and aching, and not really sure what he was supposed to do. The man cared about him, which was a sight better than Red had, or ever would. "Je desole, monsieur Blanc..." He sniffled and reached up shakily to wipe his eyes. "I was so stupid and blind..." He had let himself be drawn to Red, had given him everything before making sure everything was fine with them. Red wasn't his home, he realized, he'd left the only place that cared about him.

Uncertainly quiet he made his request to White, "Can I come back home, White?" He murmured, and he knew the other man would know what he meant....and hopefully it didn't piss him off too badly...

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Well..." White pushed himself up onto his feet with a grunt and stretched, popping his back. ".....I'll have to pull a few strings but in all honesty..." He held out an offering hand, to help the young frenchman up. "...if you didn't see the light sooner or later, I was going to have to bust into the Red Nation and kidnap you myself." He grinned, glad to hear that they would be getting him back. He truely was a great agent and it would have been a real shame to permantly lose him to the Reds.
"So....do I have to go beat the shit out of that bastard for hurting you...or do you want to do it?" He was all talk right now, the last time he'd fought with Red, he got his ass kicked and he wouldn't change the tables much this time either.

[Khaki]

A semi-smile, wavering only slightly, came across his face. He took White's hand and got up, wobbly and uncertain if his legs could even hold him. "I'm sorry...I really was stupid for leaving in the first place, monsieur White..." The more he thought about it the more he knew it was true. it had been so naive to drop everything and switch to a different venue. "Merci..."

Swallowing he gently shook his head. Even thought Red had hurt him, worse than anyone ever had..."I...still care for him, White." He managed, looking up at him sadly. "Guess I'm still stupid." Hopefully that feeling of caring would go away, it only ever seemed to get him into more trouble than it was worth.

[Master_Rollipolly]

White chuckled and shook his head, putting an arm under the other to help steady him. "Nah, that doesn't make you stupid...the guy I'm with....well he shoot, stab, insult and fuck just about everytime I see tha bastard and yet I still end up searching for him..." He cleared his throat, hoping the other wouldn't question about him too much, and made a note to change the subject before he ended up talking too much.
"Now, how's about we go get something to eat inside of that stomach of yours, then we can go fix your records to get you back on board, how does that sound?" He held him up, keeping him awake until he could help stabilize his malnourished, formor and now new agent again.

[Khaki]

"Sounds like you really love him." Francois said, looking up at his boss. He didn't even care who the man was talking about, you loved who you loved after all. "Would you hurt him...if he hurt you?" He asked softly, leaned against his boss gratefully. Getting the hint about changing the subject he just nodded. "It sounds wonderful, monsieur White." Food, people who cared for him...for now it would so. For now it would be all he needed.