battling brothers 22

Chapter 22

Then the music took a drastic turn switching to "Dum tek tek." Marten's younger sister went crazy, "AH! Marten! This is a killer song!!!" She ran up and grabbed her brother's friend, "Mathieu dance with me!" The crowd was having fun dancing and grinding. Alfred was in the mist of it, and he looked out around the room to make sure every one was having fun, but Arthur stood on the outskirts of the crowd, just standing there bobbing his head to the beat.
Alfred pushed his way towards him, "Hey, Arthur why aren't you dancing?"
"oh, heh… um, I don't dance…"
"Bull shit, I saw what you did no more than ten seconds ago!"
"Alfred that was traditional dancing, that I can do. Not this hip hop, club, trance, booty dancing…" replied Arthur with a blush. Alfred laughed really loud, "Of course you can everyone can! Here I'll show you!" Alfred quickly grabbed Arthur's wrist and dragged him out onto the dance floor.
"Alfred… wait… no, I don't want…" stuttered Arthur as Alfred ignored his pleas, and brought him into the crowd. Alfred spun Arthur around so Arthur's back was to him. Arthur's blush grew intensely hot as he felt Alfred press up against his back, and wrapped his arm around his hips. "Arthur this kind of dancing there is no rules, you just got to feel the music here," Alfred gripped tighter around Arthur's hip, "and here," Alfred placed his hand over Arthur's heart. Arthur's heart started beating faster. "Now here's the easy part!" laughed Alfred. "a figure eight!"
"A what?"
"A figure eight with your hips like this," Alfred pushed Arthur's hips with his own. Arthur's heart rate was passing the speed of the music, as his hips began melding with the movement of Alfred's. "You see!? Easy! Now just lose yourself in the music!" Arthur closed his eyes, and lost himself in this moment, him and Alfred dancing, to the hot exotic beat of this music. Arthur let the music flow up from his hips to his body, and then to his arms. Arthur started feeling his inhibitions leave him, and nothing filled him, but happiness. No fear, no doubt, just pure bliss.
Alfred had stepped away as Arthur caught his groove, "Go Arthur! Go Arthur! Go Arthur!" the crowd backed away from Arthur, and started chanting too. Arthur opened his eyes, and started laughing. He reached over and punched Alfred in the arm, "Jackass!" Alfred just continued laughing. That's how the world was for the next few hours, mindless happy dancing.
Scott was across the room talking it up with one of the younger teachers, a Turk, when he saw his little brother breaking out his moves on the floor. That reoccurring fire built up, but Scott returned to his conversation, and tried to ignore it.
After about another hour Alfred was pulled aside by Roderich to fix the music order. Francis took the opportunity to talk to Arthur, "Bonjour Arthur."
"What the bloody hell, frog?"
"Please, before you start lashing out, hear me," replied Francis.
"Like you heard me?"
"Arthur, I want you to understand, that I understand. I've wanted to win a losing battle, but I realize now, I cannot."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Monsieur Jones," answered Francis. Arthur looked at him like he had two heads. "Arthur, I was concerned for you, that you being involved with that American dog, will do nothing but cause more trouble for you from Scott, but clearly I was wrong. God, has sent you an angel."
"Speak sense not poetry, fruitcake."
"Arthur, not only do you have less and less injuries, but you also have been smiling more and more, especially when you're around him. So, I concede, this isn't just an apology, but also a farewell, I think it's time for us both to move on."
"I have moved on," growled Arthur.
"Then why do you still hold hatred for me? Forgive me Arthur, and live as you wish. Adieu," Francis kissed Arthur on both cheeks.
"Goodbye Francis," replied Arthur. Francis walked away. Arthur thought he'd feel a bitter sadness, but it was quite the opposite. It felt like a great stone lifted itself off of his shoulders. Arthur spun around to start dancing again, but instead had his hands were caught by Alfred. Alfred looked at Arthur with curious eyes, "Hey, what'd Francis want?"
"Just to apologize again," smiled Arthur. Alfred let go of Arthur's hands and looked at his feet. "Alfred, is there something wrong?"
"Nah," Alfred felt confused. Francis apologizing, kissing Arthur, Arthur is smiling… what was going on? And why did he care about that of all things? "Hey, I just remembered I have to ask Gilbert something, about our music class…"
"oh ok! Well, don't take too long!" smiled Arthur.
Alfred sighed, and looked around for Gilbert, who apparently was missing. Alfred looked around and noticed that Old Man Fritz was also missing. So, Alfred left the gym and walked down the hall a bit until he heard some noises omitting from the janitor's closet.
Meanwhile, someone else also saw the Francis/Arthur interaction. Scott had just finished talking with his teacher when he saw Francis talking to Arthur, and then kissing him on the cheeks. Scott knew that Arthur wouldn't stand such affection from the Frenchman, unless… Arthur forgave him, and… they became friends again. Scott began to head for the doors. Patrick saw him leaving and ran up to him, "Scott, Scott! Where are you going?"
"Home," replied Scott with venom in his voice.
"Whoa, Brother, what's wrong?"
"Arthur."
"What about him?"
"He and Francis are friends again…"
"So? That's no reason for you to leave," whined Patrick
"Unless, you want me to murder someone, I'm going home."
"Scott, I've been meaning to tell ya, but opportunity has yet to present itself, but I think you're taking everything way too far. You need to relax, and well, maybe get over it." Scott couldn't believe it. His brother Patrick of all people, against him? Scott grabbed Patrick by the coat and shoved him against the wall, "Don't you dare tell me what I do, and don't need! Don't you dare turn your back on me, Patrick!"
"Scott you're my brother…" whined Patrick. Scott let him go and continued to leave the building.