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his heart fluttered for a moment before he melted and kissed back eagerly and ran a hand up and down his side softly and soothingly.

At least Mizi didn't think he was pathetic, Slaine thought. That's one step in the right direction, he supposed. The waitress's enthusiasm was almost startling. With the mostly quiet atmosphere of the day, her loud and up-beat attitude was quite the change. He didn't know whether to find it annoying or a blessing. Picking up the menu, he scanned the options before deciding, if anything, the waitress had definitely been a blessing. Mizi seemed happier and he could only give an inward sigh of relief at that smile noted on the other's face. "I'll let you pay, but with one acception," Slaine said. "You let me treat you to some icecream afterward." He knew of this small icecream shop not far from here that he liked to visit the few times he left the house.

The perky waitress returned, same smile still plastered across her face. "You boys ready to order?" she asked, small notepad and pencil in hand.

Slaine was already feeling much better by now. "Sure," he replied, closing the menu and handing it to the girl. "I'll have the fettucini alfredo and a Dr. Pepper, please." Alfredo was one of his favorite dishes, one he ordered most often when going out.

Of couse, this action had startled the boy a little. Feeling the blood rush into his face again, he glanced away in his typical shy manner. The feeling of his words vibrating against his knuckles made a shiver down up his spine. Ignoreing it, his insecure mind started to kick in. Having next to no self esteem, the boy kept silent.


With his hand freed from Johann's grasp, he held his hands tightly to his chest and quietly followed. Before they even got half-way, a man dressed in a drivers uniform ran up behind them carrying a suitcase.


" Master Hikaru!"


Turning, Tenshi blinked somewhat surprised.

" Jeffery? I thought you left already..."

Panting, the driver paused and put the suitcase down.

" Yes, but you left your suitcase behind, Master Hikaru. Now, I really must be off. I'll be back in a few weeks to come get you. "

Tenshi paused. A- few weeks?..-Weeks?-

" B-But..I thought..It was for only a few days.."

He meeped softly, The driver seemed to ignore the tall blonde near Tenshi, and continued.

" Im sorry, Master Hikaru, but its a lot more terrible then I thought. Its family and well, I don't care to get into detail..Don't worry, the esate will be fine. The servents can handle it alone..But I really must go, Farewell Master Hikaru! If you need me you have my pager and cell! "

And off he went. Tenshi had lifted a hand to say something but paused in the process and just exhaled. Letting it go. Turning back to Johaan he smiled somewhat weakly.

" Im, very sorry about that. That was my driver, Jeffery. I was on my way home from a trip and..well something came up. I really didn't plan for all this..Im sorry, Im sure i'm an inconvenice to everyone..But, I saw the name of this place and well, it sounded like a nice hotel. But I don't quite understand why its a club if its a hotel.."

Letting his eyes fall to the floor he went quiet again, fiddling with his fingers in nervous fidget. It was pretty clear the real name and meaning behind the place was far over the boys head. True fact was, he was completely oblvious to why all the men in the club were so beautiful. Poor boy and being so clueless.(( Wow..tenshi really is blonde....50% sweatdrop since its two toned..heh..ok..bad joke..x_X ))

He sighed as he placed the emptied glass down on his lap. "Thank you..." he whispered, not forcing his voice too much. His throat was still quite sore.

"I take it Radevel placed his mark in you..." Alex sighed and took the glass away from Shinto. "He does that to all the new boys. Once he marks them with his own seed, they are forever his property."

"Bullshit," he sneered and looked down at the shadows creeping across the floor.

"Yeah.. I guess it kinda is. Because there is one more thing he does.." Alex turned and looked at Shinto as he slowly took off his shirt with one hand and let the loose clothing fall down his thin body. A tattoo of a butterfly marked his lower waist. "He is the spider... and we are the butterflies."

Johann watched the exchange with one brow arched slightly, then, once it was over, he simply shook his head and offered another smile.

"No problem. I'm sure you'll be fine. We'll take good care of you... I promise."

His tone was very sweet, and as he began to walk again, he reached out and patted the boy gently on the back, as if to reassure him.

"And..."

He began, unsure of how to answer the boy's musings about the establishment.

"Well, I suppose it's more of a fancy title than 'Hotel' isn't it?"

Another smile was given, and he continued walking, feeling only mildly bad for misleading the boy. For now, he thought, the poor thing was distraught enough.

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A quick glare followed Alex in and out of the kitchen, noting his haste. It was a mixture of amusement and annoyance that Radevel found in his boys' fear. Amusement because he knew he was the one pulling this fear into them, forcing each and every one into submission. Annoyance because he found it terribly pathetic that they run like abused pups. He placed a large, undeniably strong hand on Ashley's shoulder before turning him toward the door and leading him out. "This way," he said, stepping out just behind him. "My office is just upstairs."

Mizi gazed back at him with mild surprise with the mention of an exception. "Ice cream?" he repeated with a soft chuckle, "Um, well... sure!" That small smile on his face didn't seem to fade until their waitress returned. Following suit, Mizi nodded and redirected his focus toward Mandy. "I'll just have spaghetti with regular marinara and a Cherry Coke, please," the drink mixer responded, handing his menu to the waitress as well.

"Okay, then! I'll go put this order in and be right back out with your drinks," she informed them cheerfully. Turning on her heel, the girl set about to do just as she had stated.

Mizi leaned back against the cushioned back of the booth seat and let his violet orbs wander around the room. The italian restaurant had a celebratory tune playing in the background with pictures of famous Italians throughout history hanging on the walls. Some names Mizi had heard of, others were still foreign to him. Native plants, the italian flag, and other symbols of the country's culture decorated the restaurant's rooms. The room in which the pair was seated wasn't crowded for lunchtime, but there were a few other couples in the room. Not that he and Slaine were a couple. ... Why had that thought just occured to him? Mizi tried to dismiss it from his mind. Instead, the thought merely lodged itself stubbornly in the back of it.
"Coming here always makes me wish I were part Italian," Mizi commented jokingly, "Maybe I am... I really don't know." He laughed lightly. The orphanage, in fact, had no record of what Mizi's whole heritage was. He was told that his father's family was primarily British, but his mother's history was unknown.
Running fingers absently through his hair, the brunette smiled hopefully at Slaine. "Are you having any fun? Can I do anything to make this ... more fun for you?" he asked the attractive youth across from him. He so desperately wanted to take Slaine's mind off of the horrible events of the previous night. He wanted Slaine-- as selfish as Mizi thought it made him sound-- to forget about Shinto for the day. He just wanted 'his' Slaine- the one that wasn't so depressed, back. He didn't want to have to wait until if, or when, Shinto returned to see the other's smile.

Talis had fallen silent at the scolding. Once released, the boy quietly released a breath he hadn't known was locked up in his chest. He felt the man's eyes boring into his frame and bit his lower lip. The clear order resounded in his ears. His master's room... that room he had both moaned and screamed in. That room he wanted to see again and yet the room he feared because he never knew what to expect.
Radevel's push seemed more like a harsh shove in his opinion. He nearly tripped and fell, but caught and braced himself using the countertop. Nibbling nervously on his lower lip, Talis glanced back at Radevel, now guiding Ashley from the kitchen. He turned and quickly began making his way up to his master's room.