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A two door red car flew up and down the winding road at an almost dangerous pace had any of the occupants decided to walk on the thankfully barren road, the two occupants in the car uncaring as to the speed, the younger's bored silver eyes staring out the window at the passing summer homes, their grandeur and splendor making him wonder as to what their regular homes looked like.

"Now remember," the man driving instructed the younger silver-eyed man, "while you are here, there are to be absolutely no-"

"No parties, no friends, no alcohol, and no fun," the white-haired younger drawled, his fist to his temple out of sheer boredom, "I got it."

"Well you wouldn't have to housesit if you didn't screw up," the elder snapped, "but since you did-"

"You know Cross," the pale lips sighed, "here's a crazy idea, why don't you pay for your debts, you know, through honest work?"

The spiked redhead scoffed as he flicked his cigarette out the window, the plume of smoke following out of the car, "then what would be the point of having you here?"

"Might have something to do with a debt you owed to Mana-"

"Now don't sass me Allen," Cross growled, "I took you in out of the decency of my heart-"

"And the emptiness of your pockets."

"Oh shut up smart ass," the elder snapped, "just keep in mind; don't you dare screw this up and you cannot leave that house!"

"And why not?" Allen asked, wondering what fresh excuse he would receive today.

"Because they don't want their house broken into! How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Until it sounds believable," the younger retorted, his bod leaning back in the chair, "aren't they some sort of Mob bosses or something?"

"What's your point numb nuts?" Cross shot back, "they still don't want their shit stolen."

"My point is that they could just hire some sort of body guard and they don't need a kid to watch over their house."

"And if they hire a bodyguard, it'll be quite obvious," the man pulled the car to a sharp right, "they wanted someone who makes it look like they're actually there, and you are gonna do that!"

"Do I have a choice?" Allen grumbled.

"Nope."

The young man sighed deeply as he rested his head against the cool glass. It wasn't as though a summer away from Cross didn't sound divine, it was the fact that he was being forced too, all because Cross's debts were now his problem, a problem that his poker skills needed to solve.

It was on a night that his skills were employed that he slipped up, the boss becoming suspicious once Allen had erased almost all of Cross's substantial debt, his body resulted in being padded down, the cards found before the threatened strip search. As a punishment, Allen had to spend a summer at the lake home in order to make it look occupied to scare away potential robbers in order to pay off Cross's now doubled debt.

"1258 1258 1258… ah! Here it is!"

Allen felt his trachea close as a result of the seatbelt slamming against his body as the car stopped too quickly for anyone to brace for the impact.

"Could've given me a little warning," the young man coughed, his hand rubbing what would surely be an interesting bruise.

"'Ah! Here it is!' Isn't enough of a warning for you idiot?" Cross grumbled, "get your ass together and get your shit out of my car."

Allen grumbled as he slipped out of the red vehicle, the door slamming behind him before he moved to the trunk, his hands grabbing his two duffels, his backpack and the rolling suitcase removed all in one go, knowing that if he left anything in the car it would be gone once Cross stepped on the gas.

Silver eyes turned to look up at his home for the summer, his head tilting to looking up at the house that sat perched proudly on the hill, the trees hiding it from the sparse and few neighbours that were around the summer home. His borrowed key slipped into the dark red door, a stark contrast to the white house and matching the red asphalt shingles on the roof. The driveway was cleverly concealed by the vegetation, Allen understanding how the idea of him making the house looked lived in could now work, provided they weren't all that close with any of their other neighbours. Judging on the purple red colour his face went when he screamed at Allen and Cross, the younger highly doubted it.

His key turned easily in the lock, his bags deposited for a second before the door swung open, the cool and stale air blowing in his face. His bags were dropped one by one inside the house before he turned to look at Cross who was surprisingly still there.

"Right," Cross yelled out of the window, "you'll be staying in their lake home, making it look occupied and such, for the summer. If you leave you'll need to make up what you swindled off of him through hard work which will put you back a year of school. I'll be back to take you to school in August and someone might be dropping by at random, so be a good boy," the elder pointed a finger at the boy, "that means, no parties, no friends-"

"No fun!" Allen bellowed back as he slammed the door, his back pressing against the wood as he sighed, his fingers digging into his duffle bag as a smile graced his lips, his hand holding out the bottle of clear tequila, "and no alcohol."

The younger smirked as he heard the car pull away from his new home for the summer, his hands gathering up his bags and moving them over to the large and open kitchen, his eyes impressed with the grandeur of the place, particularly for being owned by the mob's boss as he was led to believe. The fridge was thankfully full with the food Cross told him would be delivered on a weekly basis thanks to a grocery delivery service. Allen unloaded his bottles of alcohol to both the fridge and freezer, his fingers shutting the doors before he dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone.

"No friends," he muttered as he replied back to his friend Lavi, wondering how comical it would look for the vein in Cross' head to explode should he discover Allen's disobedience, "and no parties."

It wasn't as though Allen was a constant party boy. His experiences with Cross, if anything, deterred him from most binge drinking and parties. There were times though where he felt that it wouldn't hurt to cut loose once in a while, especially if his close friends were involved, people that he trusted and guaranteed not to entirely trash the place.

His first response was from a young man only two years older than he and hair as red as Cross', Lavi sending him back a message within seconds that conveyed both excitement and eagerness, the taller and older Tyki Mikk sounding just as intrigued, though Allen suspected it had something to do with his immediate proximity to Lavi.

Allen grabbed his bags of and began to explore his new home, his silver eyes roaming the expensive leather and old wood furniture mixed and intermingled with modern pieces and furnishings. The walls varying from calm topes and caramels to rich reds and blues, the curtains mostly white while the large French doors opened to a clean and well-maintained deck. His journey took him up the stairs to his new bedroom, the large Master bedroom illuminated by the large windows.

The young man felt the mattress give under his weight, his silver eyes flickering around the rich red and white décor that lined the walls and curtains, his arms extended outwards from his body as he breathed in a deep sigh, enjoying the feeling of freedom while simultaneously being confined.

His bags were put away with swiftness, the drawers that weren't already occupied with other clothes soon filed with his, his body straightening before he took to exploring the remainder of his house, the floors changing from carpet to a deep wood that accented the modern furnishings. Glass tabletops sported by iron legs and surrounded by comfortable suede couches and leather seats, his journey taken to the other guest bedrooms before he took to the study, his rooms looking about in the incredibly dark room, his fingers reaching to pull up the dark wooden blinds to view the dock and deck.

His eyes trailed over the wooden planks and pathways, their space for the boat unsurprisingly empty though the adjoining one sported both a boat and a jet ski, their neighbour sharing the small marina though their house was covered by equally as dense foliage, peeks of wide windows and cream-coloured brick exterior. Trailing over the path, Allen was greeted with an odd sight.

Silver eyes widened at the sight of the young man lounging on a deck chair, the eyes covered in dark sunglasses while he lay in the shade, his body still pale despite the radiating sun and his abdomen and chest seemed to be chiselled from marble along with his arms and legs. The long hair he had tied up in a high ponytail hung over the edge of the chair, his body relaxed while Allen looked on, his cheeks flushed deeply as he became aware of what he was doing, his knees giving in as he ducked away from the window.

Allen swallowed thickly as he became aware of how lecherous he appeared to be at the moment, spying on another person. He swallowed thickly as he bravely peeked his eyes through the blinds for a second time, his heart incredibly thankful that the other hadn't noticed him as he continued to lie sunbathing on the chair, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get a closer look at the other.

The young man watched with interest as a woman suddenly appeared in his sights, her raven-black hair tied into a sever bun as she marched her kimonoed form to hover over what Allen would assume was her son, the young man reacting almost instantaneously, his body curling to stand over her, Allen now able to tell that of the two, the Japanese man was both older and taller than him.

Dark glasses were removed from the defined cheekbones as he snapped at his mother, his eyes narrowed while the two of them fought, his arms wide as he stood his ground and made his gestures, the movements matched in vigour by his mother. Though Allen couldn't see their expressions, it was plainly obvious they were angry at each other, though from what he had no idea.

The woman seemed to have the final word on the subject as she turned from the boy, her head held high and her nose in the air, her apparent soon seeming to stare at her retreating back in shock, his arms be his side, his hands balled into fists. Allen watched from his hiding place as the other stood still for a moment before he reached over and grabbed his novel, the book taken in with him, the younger man interested in the fact that he couldn't hear his stomping footsteps on the deck though he could hear the slamming door, the glass strong enough to withstand the anger.

Allen straightened up once the coast was clear, his face a mixture of bemusement and shock, the phone ringing in his pants surprising him for a moment before he read the caller I.D, his lips pulling into a smile.

"Hey Lavi," the younger grinned, "how's it going."

"Even better now that you've got your own place for the summer," Lavi responded, a smile so evidently on his own face.

"Well, I'm supposed to be a good boy," Allen simpered, "you know, no alcohol, no riff-raff and such."

"Oh, we wouldn't want to do that," the other played along in the same teasing tone, "no… so, when can I come over?"

"Dunno," the younger shrugged, his body crouching back down behind the window, his eyes watching with keenness as the young man returned, his body now clad in a white-button up and long dark nearly black jeans, "whenever you can I guess."

"Ah… bit busy with work I'm afraid. That and… other things…"

"I don't want to know what Tyki has planned," Allen shuddered, "but whenever you can spare a weekend feel free to pop by, just don't leave any evidence behind."

"Wasn't planning on it," Lavi laughed, "but won't you be so bored out there all by yourself?"

"Actually," the younger grinned, his eyes following the young man moving back towards the deck chair, his lean and strong body bending down to pick up the book left beside his lounge chair, "I think I'll be just fine…"

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