#pierrexzero

Esmeralda had left early in the day to get ready, doing her last minute running around. Leaving the instructions for Agnes and Pierre and what they would have to do, would have to contribute. The twins dressed differently, but still in celebratory clothes, a little knitted purse with a sapphire necklace around Agnes’s side. She would pick up Seven and Zero around sunset, just those two because she was bringing no date. Unless Dallas was her date for the night, something she didn’t mind. The puppy was family enough that it had a little bowtie around his neck. She thought briefly about asking someone but couldn’t think of anyone who would understand the weirdness of this wedding ceremony. It wasn’t in a church. It wasn’t in a park or a beach or anywhere that people would typically think of a wedding.

The abandoned plantation. It was lit up with candles of all sorts, guiding people to where they were supposed to go. Two large men, both of them with missing teeth, colorful bandanas covering their heads, one with just a beard and the other with a head full of facial hair, were standing around, directing the few vehicles that came. Mostly, people got there by foot. It was a wedding among the homeless of New Orleans after all. One of them would come in close to Agnes’s window, peer his face against it. Knock on it. She’d roll it down.

“Evening Agnes,” The hairier one with the purple bandana grinned. “Go ‘n park over there.”

Agnes had no idea who this man was. She didn’t think that she had ever seen him before. But then again, apparently she had been working with her mother on the shelters for the last two months. This looked like someone who needed them. “Thanks,” She’d smile, feigning familiarity and then would go and park the car off to the side, among the bushes. There were a few others, but they could be counted on one hand.

Pierre would take both Zero and Seven’s hands and would rush on past the house to get to the less creepy and more well lit back area. Much less creepy back here, leaving Agnes to carry the dog behind.

Indeed, it was well set up. Carpets spread on the ground, with a few being daring enough to advertise their wares there in case the rich showed up - i.e. these four. Plenty of places to sit. Bright bonfires. There was one here who knew fire magic, could help to turn the flames different colors, making it not only bright but beautiful as well. Food was already laid out. A band had been formed of panhandlers, guitars and fiddles and a saxophone and a clarinet, all coming up with rhythms together. Pierre would stick with his two while Agnes would find the woman who read her palm and the little girl to give the necklace. As the night grew darker, she’d be looking for Bastien among the faces though. She missed him. So much.

The bearded man would be shocked at who came up next in the obnoxious dune buggy. The former king. The one that most people assumed had been dead. Some of them had been interviewed and targeted by Peru’s people after the big disappearance of Clopin and Kuzco, accusing them of hiding them, though they had been doing no such thing. But seeing that face, was a great relief. Even if it was hidden under a large purple hat with a golden feather sticking out. “Le roi!”

“Hush, hush, hush,” Clopin would wave off. “No need for that. I’m here in secret, can’t you tell by the hat?”

The man would stumble over his words, showing Piper exactly what power that he had on the streets back in the day, to where people still revered him like this. It brought his mood up a little. A smirk. He’d pull in behind what had become the familiar SUV of the Renault family. Dressed in dark purples with golden trim to match his little lady, he’d take her arm proudly, and Kuzco’s if he came, and would escort them to where his own wedding with Kuzco had been. And he’d explain it to her as well. “Ours had better music. The musicians must have died off, how sad,” He’d note.

Agnes had snuck out of the place that she and Bastien had found to settle down in during the days. She’d keep that barrier up for him though. She promised that she would be back right after she had her classes but she had to go, as much as she didn’t want to leave him. She had become a little clingy after that Frollo incident. She didn’t go to the trap house or anything of the sort but would wait around somewhere she’d be able to see him leave so she could go and catch up before he got too far.

Pierre had gone back to his old ways a bit, had spent the night at some human girl’s house and had to sneak out the window before her dad woke her up for the same first day of school. He was pretty sure they went to the same place but he was a man on a mission and couldn’t wait for her to get ready. Nope, he was out that window with the sunrise, grabbing his longboard from where he had hidden it in the bushes and went out in search of flowers. Picked some from a random person’s yard. Long stemmed tulips. Should be good.

Agnes would show up wearing one of the old man’s shirts, which was a little too big for her body, and the only pair of jeans that she brought, which were starting to fit a bit loosely. She needed to find a place to get a belt. Hair pulled back in a messy braid because it was the best way to deal with greasy hair.

Pierre in the slightly rumpled clothes he wore the day before but still making it look good.

Agnes wanted to just go to her classes, not really bring any attention to herself. Get her education and then hurry back to where it was safe. Pierre didn’t give a damn about classes, just wanted to see Zero, give that sweet boy some flowers, and then get his sister home.

Pierre was looking out for that familiar white-haired boy. Hair so blonde that it almost glowed in the dark. He got a few looks from people who knew him, wondering who the flowers were for. Waiting for some sort of dramatic Pierre-like show. He even had a little crowd of followers, eager to see who they were for. Pierre barely noticed. He just smiled at everyone, gave a couple of winks to cuties and people that he knew, including Arthur who was a bit of both, and then found that little Pup of his.

“Ta da!” He’d say happily, popping up behind him with those slightly messy flowers, no wrapping or anything, just pulled out of the ground and a bit messy. “For you, pup. Look at you, being all adorable and coming back to school just for me.”

Pierre: You know that part in the Eminem song where he says

Pierre: I'm going to hell who's coming with me?

Pierre: Well turns out Frank and Delta are coming with me because I'm supposed to prison break hot-damn Wentworth Miller Maleficent's way out of hell.

Especially lately to work out the anger of being abandoned. AGAIN. He was getting real sick of this shit. He could probably handle it from anyone else but his sister? AND BASTIEN? Fuck, he had been pissed. Especially when it was clear that his mother had no idea where she had gone and Abraham was defending all of it. Bastard. This was his sister. His twin. Out there who knows where -

Well now he knew where and he was going to try to bring her home.

He’d see Zero’s bright blonde hair. By the time he finally got there, it was the early hours, and Pierre was tired and angry and not in a good mood but the sight of that pup was a sight for sore eyes. He had narrowly missed Bastian going in a bit after Agnes did, but he didn’t know that yet. “Hey, thanks for keeping an eye out,” He’d say, putting an arm around Zero and pulled him in for a sloppy cheek lick. “You see anything else?” 

Zero would be having to go through one of the rougher neighborhoods of New Orleans to get to Pierre’s house. Plenty of homeless people in the streets, even around this season. Cardboard shelters in alleyways. And then a house that really looked like it didn’t belong there. That’s because it didn’t. Phoebus and Esmeralda had bought up three different properties, demolished the houses then built their dream home that was big enough for what they hoped would be a big family. They ended up with the twins, and were happy with that, though they did wish for more children. Alas, they would never come - but their real family was the homeless of the streets, who were always coming in and out through those doors. The lock was more of a formality than anything, as was the gate. The gate was to keep Djahli in, but the goat had passed many years ago.

Pierre would be by that gate, waiting for Zero to arrive, his hair still damp from the shower. He grinned when he saw the familiar blonde coming in close. “Hey, you found it - how’s it going?”

Pierre had a small table booked at one of his favorite nightclubs. He had a pretty good fake ID, and his mother’s contacts in the entertainment industry helped make sure that no one actually looked twice. He booked a table rather than just going in so that Zero could be lead straight to him when he came in. As the purple and pink lights revealed the familiar blonde, he got up from the bar stool-seat, and met him nearly halfway with an arm around his shoulder.

“Hey! You made it! I thought you were going to stand me up,” he said with a grin. His natural charisma should be enough to warm up any shy little thing, like him. With the arm still around him, he lead Zero to the table where a plate of starters was waiting. “Didn’t know if you were hungry. Help yourself if you are, there’ll be more coming. I warned them that we’ll be working up an appetite.”

Pierre: Dude the funeral broadcast went so viral

Pierre: Dr Phil asked for US

Pierre: So your school gets a hunky new gym teacher

Pierre: And you disappear on me for a week?