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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! I thank you all very much for gathering here today-"
Figaro Garcia could hear quiet murmuring from around the hall, a glass of expensive champagne in his hand. He turned towards the host of this...grand party, pretending to pay attention even as he zoned out.
It wasn't like he wanted to be here in the first place. Even though he finally got a day off from his work, his lovely Snow and White had asked if he could attend an important event for them.
Then again, he really couldn't refuse them.
So here he was, dressed in some of the finest garments from Snow and White's clothing brand - since they couldn't attend, they insisted on dolling him up for the event. It was quite the uneventful evening however, all he did was exchange casualties with anyone who dared to talk to him.
That is until…
Figaro heard the sounds of a curtain slowly rising, revealing someone sitting at a piano.
Oh
Oh.
He knew that certain someone. Not like, personally, but he's a huge fan of their music.
There sat Rustica Ferucci, one of the sides of his bangs clipped back by a simple but elegant gold accessory. He was clad in all white, but the accessories that adorned him and occasional shimmer here and there made him seem like an angel descending from heaven.
Rustica was a well-known musician all over the world. Whether you liked classical music or not, you would've surely heard his compositions at least once or twice. Whether it's background music from a hit video game or the opening to a famous drama series, his music always left you entranced and a little unsettled. It was beautiful, but it also made every hair on your body stand on edge.
There he was. In the flesh.
God, he looked as breathtaking as he does whenever he models for his friend's clothing line.
As soon as the performance was over, a huge round of applause resounded in the hall. Rustica bowed, thanking everyone with that oh so gentle voice of his. Not to mention that sweet smi- Maybe Figaro had a bit too much to drink.
It only took a few minutes for everyone to go back to their conversations. Seeing as how his thoughts ran wild when it came to the light-haired musician, Figaro decided to do the same, trying to distract himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the scion of the Blanchett family with his dear retainer talking to Prince Arthur of the Centra- Was he seeing things right? The Prince Arthur was here? It certainly had been a while since he'd seen him. Due to a few circumstances in the past, Figaro helped raise Arthur till he was 13.
As he was walking over to strike up a conversation with Arthur, someone on the balcony caught his eye.
Of course, he knew who that someone was. He couldn't get his mind off of him after all.
He could just ignore his thoughts and..go back to talking to Arthur but, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity!
'I'm so sorry, Arthur. I'll definitely call you later.' The blue-haired thought, silently apologising to future Arthur too, who would probably get a call when he should be asleep.
He readjusted his tie, trying to smooth out any unnecessarily uneven parts of his hair, before opening the glass door to the balcony.
Rustica didn't seem to notice Figaro yet, humming to himself as he gazed at the moon, a glass of rosé in hand.
"The moon's really pretty tonight, isn't it?"
Now that got his attention.
Rustica semi-turned to face Figaro, a soft smile now on his face.
"It certainly is, Dr. Figaro."
"Ah, you remember my name?"
"Why, of course, I do! You're quite the unforgettable person after all.."
The blue-haired wasn't really sure if that was a compliment or not, but the way Rustica said it would make him think words as sharp and hurtful as daggers were sweet words of love.
There he goes again with those thoughts.
"What are you doing out here? Don't you want to, you know, socialise with others?"
"I was about to, yes, but I happened to catch a glimpse of the bewitching night sky. The moon certainly is beautiful, Doctor Figaro."
Oh GOD did that catch Figaro off guard. He sighed a little.
"It pales in comparison to yours, however. You look heavenly tonight, Mister Ferucci." Figaro shot back, not missing a beat.
Rustica looked like he was taken aback by that. He then burst into giggles.
"You're quite amusing..! I like that about you."
Was that meant to be a compliment? Is he flirting with me right now??
"Is that the only thing you like about me, Mister Ferucci?" He questioned half-jokingly.
"Of course not! There's a lot I like about you, and I'm sure I'll find more things to like about you in the future as well." Rustica replied, fully turning towards Figaro, his earrings making a small 'tink' sound. The moonlight reflected off the sparkles on his outfit, adding even more glow to his figure.
"You really are honest, huh? I like a lot about you too..~"
The two of them gazed into each other's eyes as the noises of the party seemed to grow quieter and quieter. Rustica's ocean eyes suited Figaro's hazel ones so well.
The distance between them grew smaller. Figaro couldn't help but notice how pretty Rustica's lips were, especially in the shade of red they were painted in.
"Does that champagne taste good, Doctor?" Rustica asked, his lips barely an inch away from Figaro's.
"Do you want to find out?" Figaro replied, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest.
"Maybe I do...I love to try new things after all..~"
That was all it took for Figaro to completely close the distance between them, giving Rustica a small kiss. That rosé Rustica was drinking was quite sweet.
"Mister Figaro..?" A voice called out from behind.
The two of them snapped back to their senses, now setting their attention on the person instead of each other's lips.
"A-Arthur! Hi!" Figaro was the first to reply, trying his best to act as if there wasn't a slight smudge of red lipstick on his lips.
"Mister Figaro! I knew I could find you here! I noticed you looking at me earlier but as I was speaking to Heathcliff and Shino, I couldn't exactly come talk to you. How have you been? Do visit us whenever you're free! Maybe with Master Oz too if possible…" Arthur began, a bright smile on his face as his eyes sparkled with joy.
"Ah yeah, of course! I'll uh..I'll make sure to do that." Figaro replied, making a mental note to NOT call Arthur at unholy hours of the night.
"Ah, Mister Ferucci, I apologise for my lack of courtesy. Your performance earlier was simply breathtaking!" The white-haired teen complimented, making Rustica smile too.
"I am honoured you think so, your Highness," Rustica said, accentuating his thankfulness with a little bow.
"Of course, I was just speaking the truth after all. And if I may ask, what were you both doing before I joined you..?" Arthur questioned. This was one of the only times Figaro cursed the curious side of him.
"Oh us? We were just...getting to know each other better! Yes, we were just getting closer as uh friends," The blue-haired tried to cover up, trying his best to keep the smile on his face as convincing as possible.
"Is that so! I apologise for interrupting then, I shall be taking my leave, Cain is waiting for me at the car." Arthur apologised, before thanking them for their time and leaving.
"Are you close with his highness, Doctor Figaro?"
"Close? I guess, yeah. I used to know him when he was young." Figaro answered, taking a sip of his now room-temperature champagne.
The ringing of a cell phone broke the silence between them. Rustica apologised before taking out his phone and answering it.
"Chloe dear? Hm? Ah yes yes! I know I know...Eh? Ah alright, I'll make sure to do that~ Are you coming to pick me up? Alright, I'll be waiting~"
Figaro had no idea what half the call was about, but honestly? He did not care. The way Rustica's voice sounded when he was talking to Chloe was just the cutest.
"Doctor Figaro, I apologise, but I should be leaving soon. It was quite the fun night thanks to you, I'm really glad we met tonight…" Rustica smiled, intertwining his fingers with Figaro's.
"Of course, I'm glad I met you too. I'm sure we'll meet again sometime soon~" Figaro said, bringing Rustica's hand to his lips.
"Good night, Doctor Figaro, I hope you have a wonderful night,"
God, was this what Prince Charming felt when Cinderella left him?