My Dear Jewel~

0.7 | 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢

[ November 7, 1992 ]

" Ma mémoire est très mauvaise, je le crains.. "

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Roguefort was a difficult boy growing up.
A natural Kleptomaniac, and he has had serious charges in his life.
And nearly went to Juvenile Hall because of his condition, he was..
Hard to take care of.
And so, Chouquette and Oolong had only one decision.
They would send Roguefort to his Aunt and Uncles.
His mother approached them one day, and sat next to him;
"How about you spend summer with your Auntie Mimo and Uncle Beaufort up in Manhattan, won't that be fun?"
Roguefort smiled, it was rather tempting..

Éclair and Earl had overheard Rogueforts excitement one day.
"What are you so excited about?" Earl would ask with an amused grin.
"Auntie Mimo said I can have fun at her house!"
"Fun? All the way at Auntie Mimo's?"
"Mhm! She even said I could visit a museum, isn't that wonderful?" He said with glee.
Earl and Èclair looked at eachother, having a horrible gut feeling.
They nodded and smiled, heading to their parents room to consult the situation.
They both didn't like how this sounded.
After a while of consulting—
"Boys, head to yours rooms" their mother stated softly, and with the door closed..
"We should trust our sons! Even if Rogue is difficult, Chouquette!"
"Oolong there's nothing more we can do for him...besides, Mimolette isn't that bad, it's probably just them thinking Rogue is going away forever..."
"Chouquette!"
"We don't have a choice!"

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" Je ne m’en souviens pas. "

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"Je vous assure que Roquefort sera entre de bonnes mains sous notre garde."
Mimolette said reassuringly.
Oolong and Chouquette look to eachother, sighing, as Chouquette looked at her.
"Merci, mais s'il vous plaît prenez bien soin de mon fils, de ma soeur, je vous en supplie."
Mimolette smiled, and nodded.
"Bien sûr chère soeur, nous prendrons bien soin de lui."
In the next room, Roguefort was packing up a bag for a few night stay, putting together his favourite outfits, and toys he adored.
Why was he packing, you might be wondering?
Well, his Auntie and Uncle promised him fun, of course.
And how could he resist?
With an immediate nod and the excitement of a boy on Christmas, he ran upstairs and packed a large suitcase.
He couldn't leave everything behind, now could he?
Once all packed, and with an excited smile, he emerged from upstairs, dragging his suitcase down with him.
He stood by his Auntie Mimo and Uncle Beaufort.
His uncle held his suitcase for him, and he hugged his brother's.
"I'll see you two super soon! I promise! I'll get you stuff from Manhattan as well" he assured the two, and the two nod.
He said the same to his mom and dad, a solemn smile on their face.
"Nous espérons que tu t'amuses avec tonton et tatie, bébé" His parents said, giving him one more tight hug.

Roguefort walked through the front door, oblivious to the true deal.
Into the black Limousine, and driving away from his home.
And the long trip to Manhattan has begun.
It was a silent trip, Roguefort being entertained by his toys and such.
His Auntie, Mimolette, would occasionally ask him what his plans were for the future, what he would want his career to be, etc.
His answer were rather nice, but she had other plans for him.
Sure, she promised to keep him safe, but her sister never mentioned what to teach him.
And knowing he's a "difficult child", he won't suspect a thing.

"What has your mother told you about your.. disorder?'
"She said it's bad"
"Is that so?"
She smiled softly, this was perfect.
She can pass on a family legacy, and his mother can't do a thing, and maybe with a little time.. he'll turn out to be an amazing Phantom Thief.
She smiled.
"What is something you'd really want, Mon bijou?"
"Uhm, I really want—"
He paused, wondering.
What did he want?
"I want a diamond!" He'd say, with excitement and pride.
His Auntie would smile, and she'd laugh.
"Oh? A diamond, really?"
"Absolutely! Diamonds are very pretty, I deserve one!"
"You absolutely do, Mon trésor" she would encourage, a smile on her face.