Tintin: The Sinner of Satchsweet I
Title: The Sinner of Satchsweet
Authors: ArethaHelena and Rachel (~RaltheCommentator)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: When Rastapopoulus discovered something crucial to Tintin, he decided to use it against him.
Genre: AU (NOT taken from ‘Past, Present, and Future’ and ‘He’s the Boy’, but have several characters, relevance, and storylines from them). Haddock did not raise Tintin in this story, he lived with his parents until they died and he was moved into the orphanage. But still, Myriam hated him with a passion.
Warning: Violence
A/N: This is based on my Tintin RP with ~RaltheCommentator. When the RP turned into a simple story, that’s what happened to this one. I hope you readers like it, and I apologize if there was some irrelevance and stuffs.
Prologue: What I Discovered
Chapter One: So-Called Vacation?
Marlinspike Hall, three days later...
An ex-officer of Merchant Navy named Captain Archibald Haddock always loved alcohol. His days venturing and cherishing his memories of the sea made him do that. His fellow ship crews always got drunk every time they could, and that marked Haddock's memory deep enough.
But since he had experienced a very deep friendship with a certain reporter with his infamous dog and quiff, he had lessened his drinking habit.
Now, now, speaking about a certain reporter...
"What are you doing, Captain?"
Haddock looked up and saw Tintin staring at him, an amused smile on his lips. Haddock snorted.
"I'm trying to catch up with a quiet life, lad." Haddock stated simply, and Tintin's smile grew bigger. The boy always knew his remarks and answers. The nearly middle-aged sea captain looked down and quirked his eyebrow.
"And now, what are you doing with those suitcases?" Snowy barked happily, as if it was him that the two men discussed. Tintin crossed his arms in front of his chest, chuckling softly. His eyes bright and Haddock knew that he was really joyful today.
"I'm going out for a vacation. Chang is waiting."
"Shanghai?" Haddock asked. He was surprised that Tintin didn't even ask him to come along. Maybe he wanted some time for himself after all. Tintin shook his head, his quiff swung like it was every time Castafiore sang on stage.
"No, he will be in Paris and I want to go with him. I deserve a quiet life for myself too, Captain," he winked.
Somehow, Haddock didn't sure about it. Every time Tintin went out to a so-called holiday, it turned bloody enough to refer it as a stampede. Maybe Tintin's enemies were too determined to screw up Tintin's holiday. Haddock stopped at that thought, smiling inwardly at himself. Or maybe Tintin himself who was too determined to be a do-gooder, even in his holidays.
He looked up, saw Tintin's eyes, and his words came pouring out. "What kind of vacation? The one which will turn to a messed up adventure? Thundering typhoons, don't tell me to go with you!"
Tintin, unsurprisingly, only laughed. "I know that would be your answer, Captain. That was why I didn't tell you that I'm going."
"You know that this wouldn't turn good, my boy."
Tintin shrugged it away. "I can manage this, Captain."
"Does your Heaven-Boy... Chang, knew?"
Tintin smirked and shook his head. "I want to make it a surprise for him. It had been a long time since I met him." His eyes filled with wonder.
Haddock knew that. The last time Tintin met the Chinese boy-maybe he was a bit too old to be referred as a boy anymore, because as long as Haddock remembered, Chang was in his early twenties or so-was after their adventure in Alpha-Art, which was years ago.
"Well, you know that you..." A knock on the front door killed Haddock's words. "Now who is it?" he asked out loud.
Nestor walked inside the living room several minutes later, bringing a newspaper for Haddock on his usual tray. "Your paper, sir." As he gave it to his master, Snowy jumped and bit the edge of Le Petit Vingtième, as if fighting Nestor over the paper. It had been his usual habit nowadays.
"No, Snowy! It's not your food! Bad dog!" Tintin scolded, pulling him off the newspaper. Haddock shooed him from the living room as a punishment. Snowy hurriedly fled with Nestor, terrified of Tintin's harsh glare and Haddock's sharp words.
When Haddock opened the paper, a white envelope fell down. He picked it up and called, "There's a letter for you, lad."
"Who is it?" Tintin walked nearer and sat beside him, examining the envelope seriously. Haddock peeked in a bit, but didn't put much care anymore after a while looking behind Tintin's back like a nosy (well, maybe nosy was a bit too harsh) rep…sea captain.
"Don't know. By thunder, that was the most horrible handwriting I've ever seen!"
Tintin released a small, amused chuckle. "The detectives, Captain," he said as he ripped open the envelope. "They always write like their hands have paws and not fingers." He looked down and read the letter, his expression turned from joyful to unreadable before stuck on serious.
"Captain!"
Haddock almost dropped his pipe. No way if it was broken again! "What?!"
"Rastapopoulus is out again! I have to stop him! Come, Snowy!" He lashed out, just like usual. Haddock jumped out and caught Tintin's shoulder.
"You're not going that fast, young lad." He cursed with his rough words. "Now stop and told me what on earth is happening with those two dunderheads."
Tintin shoved the letter to Haddock's hand. "Something's happening."
Haddock read the letter and snorted. "So, no vacation, then?"
Tintin's mouth curled into a smirk. "Oh, yes it is. This will be one of my usual vacations, Captain."
"Chang?"
"He doesn't have any idea. I can finish this first." Tintin's smirk didn't falter.
"You better not include me in it, my boy." Haddock said simply. "Since I met you, I never have any chance to settle down and enjoy my quiet life."
Tintin shrugged. "But since you met me, you discovered about a nice mansion in the Belgian countryside. And it's ten times better than a small flat in the central of the city, isn't it?"
Haddock rolled his eyes. "Okay you win. But still, you better not include me in this messed up thing."
Tintin smirked again and hugged the captain before he walked out the gates. "I know your true answer, Captain," he muttered before he disappeared.
Haddock couldn't help but to sigh. That confound boy knew him too well.