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Devon chuckled slightly. "Alright then. Why did you choose this job? Modeling not work out for you?" He smirked, idly twirling his glass so that the ice spun. He rested his head on his hand which was propped against the back of the couch on his elbow.

Oh, so that was the case was it? A barely hanging on type of lifestyle. The kind that if you had even the smallest amount of coins, it was going to straight to the necessities to live. That was often the kind of life that had little time, much less cash for entertainment. He suddenly felt a sense of pity for the boy Rikuo. Not to mention having hints of irritation stir in himself at both Lady B and Shinto. But could he really blame him? Most of the money this house made was used to ensure all the boys had a livable and healthy life. "Well, I have to admit," Slaine started, "that doesn't sound fair to me at all. Sure, I understand one of our workers wanting payment and to not develop a reputation for giving out freebies, but still.. It was a misunderstanding of both parts, really."

Fate thought back for a second. "Twelve, almost thirteen...thats when I started." He smiled. "So many people loved me. They always said I was so cute."

There was no smile on Devon's face. His mouth gaped open in shock while his eyes showed sadness and pity. "That's so young... why would you willingly submit yourself to that?" His stomach turned at the idea of a thirteen year old Fate climbing into another man's car.

Upstairs, Shinto wasn't waisting any time. He sat down in his usual spot in the show room, along with perhaps twenty other boys, waiting for a customer to come. It was no one's position to claim a customer as soon as they walked up those steps and into the show room, the boys had to be hand picked by the purchaser himself.

Sitting, Shinto twirled a small lock of hair with his long, delicate finger. The horrors of the day before still slipped in his mind once in a while and he really wasn't feeling up to being dominated by another man. But bills had to be paid. Mouths had to be fed. Lives had to be remade and given a second chance.

His reason for working and living the life he choosed.

"Well thanks to him, I can do this job with no shame. I can actually be proud. What my father did to me gave me strength and courage."

Hatsu got the bleeding to stop by the time business opened. He still feltt like hell, but that was easily disguisable. As for the gum, well, let's just sat his bangs mysteriously got shorter.

Hatsu made himself look as good as he could to at least look clean. He kept any conversation short and to the point. He handled all money quickly so as not to raise suspicion about himself. Suddenly a low gurgling came from him. ' Dammit! Like a cat. Feed it once and it acts like it deserves food every day.'

Hatsu thought as he placed a hand on his stomach.' There, as punishment for having on of the worst days in this job, you get no food today or tomarrow.' He actually did punish himself quite often. He emerged from his mental scolding and returned to his job.

Rikuo smiled, whipped his hand clean and held out out, his sour mood was starting to wear off and he was growing more comfortable with his new surroundings. "I'm Rikuo. From what I've heard.. apparently I'm the scumball that that Shinto guy has been pissed about."