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Sunlight filtered into the humble home of Lavi Bookman Jr. It wasn't unusual for the handsome redhead to sleep in during the weekend, seeing as all his responsibilities to his house had been void since his personal assistant/best friend, Allen Walker, had moved in with him. To explain why Lavi's employee was living with him, and no it isn't an office scandal, we have to look back about three and a half months back. Allen was a carefree soul then, letting nothing get in his way of succeeding in life. A rising star in classical music and fine art, Allen led a happy and comfortable life playing music and dealing art. It only added to his easy when he received a rather large inheritance from his beloved father, Mana Walker, God rest his soul.

Anyways, three and a half months ago, while Allen was going about his daily business, he received a letter.

Dear Mr. Allen Walker,

We, at the English National Bank, are sad to inform you that you are bankrupt. In the last several months, you have spent every penny in your savings and checking accounts. You are also 100,000 pounds in debt. To collect the debt you owe, the government will be claiming your home and any belongings left inside on the day of January 17, 2010 at 12:00 pm. We are sorry for your loss. Have a nice day.

After a frantic series of phone calls, our dear Allen was heartbroken to find it all true. He was bankrupt and homeless, all because of identity theft. Of course this effected his paychecks he received from the high class clubs he played at and soon even the most desperate artists were unwilling to give Allen their art, for fear of losing it to debt sharks. That's when Lavi came to the rescue of his dear childhood friend and offered him a place to stay. Of course Allen refused at first because he was sure he couldn't keep up with the rent, but Lavi wouldn't take no for an answer. Instead of paying rent, he said as long as Allen bought his own cloths and groceries and payed his debt to the bank, Lavi would take care of the rent.

From there we move to the present. Since Allen didn't have a steady job, Lavi offered him one at his book shop as an assistant and made him do the house work to help make up for the rent. Yes, it wasn't unusual for Lavi to sleep in Saturday and Sunday, but Allen wasn't going to have that. Not this weekend, anyways. Lavi had an important appointment across town with a rare book enthusiast and this client was especially important to the public eye. A prime opportunity to spread business.

"Lavi...Lavi, you lazy pirate, get up!!" Allen shook his friend. "Its already eight o'clock!! You'll be late for Mr. Mikk's appointment if you stay in bed!!"

"Allen, please just let me sleep thirty more minutes," Lavi groaned.

"Oh no, you don't!! You always say that and an hour later, I still see you in your pajamas!! Get up, you lazy pirate, or I'll throw hot coffee on your head!!" Allen threatened as he exited Lavi's room.

Lavi clicked his tongue in disappointment, not putting it past Allen to throw hot coffee on his head. Last time it was ice water. Lavi sighed and got out of bed, but not with the least bit of gratefulness Allen was probably expecting. Speaking of which, what was that Allen was wearing when he came in?

In the kitchen, Allen was preparing Lavi's breakfast of waffles, fruit slices, and an omelet. He was going to eat later. Right now, Lavi's start-the-day meal mattered most. A good breakfast almost always led to an even better day. Or so Allen believed. Allen hummed a tune as he cooked, not noticing the ominous shadow approaching from behind.

"Are you going to be my breakfast, Allen?" Lavi whispered into Allen's ear, his arms wrapped around Allen's waist.

"Lavi!! What are you doing!? Let go!!" Allen wriggled to free himself from Lavi's grasp.

"But you look so delicious in this apron," Lavi whispered, his warm breath tickling the back of Allen's neck.

Allen was wearing, indeed, wearing an apron. A pink, frilly, and curiously fluffy apron, left behind by Lenalee, their mutual friend.

"Lavi, if you don't unhand me and eat your food, I will chop of Lavi Jr. and feed it to a stray dog!!"

"Okay, okay!! Geez, you're such a prude sometimes, you know that."

"And I am well aware of your many explorations to the land of bedsheets!! With different partners!!"

"Hey now, no need to make my adventures national news. I'll be on time, don't worry!!"

"Hmph. Lavi, I love you like a brother, but you should really grow up and take responsibility!!"

"Now why would I do that if I have you to be all stiff and stuffy for me!!"

Allen smacked Lavi upside the head, but this just made Lavi chuckle.

"Oh, I forgot," Lavi said through a mouth full of waffle. "A friend will be staying with us for a bit. He's new to the country, so if you could show some english hospitality, I'd owe you one!!"

Allen sighed. He hated surprises like this. "Alright. Care to tell me who he his?"

"A good friend. Japanese, but he know english just as well. His name's Yuu Kanda."

"Yuu? What a peculiar name."

"Yeah, but don't call him that. It offensive to call someone their first name if you just met in his culture."

"So I should call him Kanda?" Lavi nodded. "Well, I like that better. Won't be as awkward to say."

-After Lavi left, around 12 o'clock-

Allen sat on the couch watching his favorite soaps and eating kettle corn. Stephanie was about to reveal her love for Kent, when a loud, annoying banging came from the door. Allen just ignored it, hoping they'd go the hell away.

"Oi, baka usagi!! Doa wo akete!!"

Allen groaned. It was Kanda and by how he acted, he was not going to enjoy his company.

"I'm coming!!"

Allen marched to the door with a not so hospitable glare on his face and opened the door. Before him was a tall, muscular, dark haired, fair skinned, sexy hunk of kobe man-steak that put every super model, celebrity, and greek god to shame. Kanda was dressed in formfitting black jeans, a plain white tank top covered his chiseled chest, and leather ornaments decorated his wrists along with a bead bracelet. Kanda's silky tresses were pulled in a high pony-tail, giving his wild look some well deserved class. It was like someone ordered Allen's ideal man and sent it to him as a gift. He was ready to thank the gods for this bountiful harvest. Yes, that's right. Allen Walker is gay. Well, more like bisexual.

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