The first time Francis and Arthur were truly separated, Francis just wouldn't shut up.

"Mr. Kirkland?"

Arthur looked up from his paperwork towards the man who stood in his office.

"Yes Kiku, what is it?" he asked.

"Why is there a voice coming from the phone and you're not listening?"

He turned around towards the mentioned object. Francis had called him and he just wouldn't stop talking about his wonderful restaurant. Arthur really did care deep down, but he frankly didn't have the time or patience to listen to him.

"Friend," he simply said, but he added "Call me Arthur. We've known each other since middle school. Don't be so formal."

"Kiku sighed and bowed slightly, "whatever you say Arthur." He smiled and picked up the, now silent, phone and put it next to his ear.

"Is it safe o assume you haven't been listening to me? Really that's just like you, Arthur," said the smooth voice of Francis. He nodded, but realized his mistake and quickly said, "No, I haven't."

"Well then, let me repeat myself. I'm coming over this weekend."

"You are?" he asked surprised. He made a mental note of it, before noticing Kiku still stood in his office.

"Yes, but sadly it's for business only. But I'll be sure to drop by. But I know you'll be there to pick me up like always."

He urged the will to blush away as he put a hand over the speaker, "Is there something else Kiku?"

"Mr. Kirkland, someone is here about a job application."

"It's Arthur, for God's sake," he removed his hand and quickly said, "sorry frog, I have to go." He hung up the phone and greeted the young boy that came in.

As he introduced himself as Mathew, he failed to notice how he hadn't hanged up correctly and Francis' voice was still heard.

"Fine. But I might bring a student of mine with me. His name is Alfred; I think you'll like him."

two chapter at one, finally something a little longer, and a cliff-hanger.

there. now please don't kill me.