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Among people there are set ideas. Some believe that the actions of our ancestors and parents dictate the view on us. That could mean that for some people, their name brings great respect!

But for some.

Their family name brings nothing but great shame and disappointment.

Our story begins one dark morning in London.

The London morning was broke by a cold light burst of rain as slowly a long Panther De Deville pulled up at the side of a freshly jet washed path. The engine came to a purring stop as a boy quickly scurried out the building with an umbrella. He was dressed neatly in a tailored suit which framed him perfectly. The black blazer was personally made from his boss and was more expensive than his apartment overlooking Victoria park! He gently reached out opening the polished car door and began to stutter with apprehension of what was about to follow. "M-M-Master Deville? It's a pleasure to see you again." He held out a hand and watched as a red leathered glove encased hand was elegantly placed into his. A pair of dark emerald eyes became clear from the shadows inside the complete darkness of the car. A pearl white cold smile shined out as the figure began to rise from their seat. Their shoes were black with a very slight bridge on the back... just like what most business men tend to wear when they work in a bank or an office.

The only difference is... the last part of the boy's outfit wasn't exactly like a man in a office.

He rose from out the doorway. A black hat hid his facial features as he walked past. A black fur coat wrapped firmly around his shoulders. and trailed behind him as he slowly and with an echo of his step was guided by his hand to the door of the towering skyscraper in front of him. The sign was a little faded but still read: House of Deville.

People on the street began to point and whisper as they glanced at him... though more of the courageous began to shout. "GO BACK TO HELL AND TAKE YOUR MOTHER WITH YOU!" Some lobbed trash at him but as it fell to the floor at his feet he turned and gave them a soft smile. He said nothing but kept them with that hypnotic smile and cold eyes which seemed to freeze anyone in their tracks.

Quickly around them whistles from the police erupted as they pounced on the people who were throwing and shouting. The boy's smile melted away with a roll of his eyes as he turned back to the door. "Master Deville? Are you okay?" The man in the suit whispered.
"Alejandro!" A voice shouted from inside the building. "I'm sure the young master does not want to wait on the streets with that rabble!" The voice sneered and held the door open before the young master strode through into the building... into his building.

Alejandro just stared with awe. "So that was the great young master Deville! He's barely older than me!" he gazed back to the streets. He wondered what the boy's face was like? Some said that he had his mother's crazy white and black hair, though the rumour was that he had dyed it out of shame of his family name. All the while his mother had been in prison he had been forced to run the business for her. A mere seventeen year old had been put in charge of the whole of the House of Deville. It was safe to safe after the boy's mother had become a criminal, the name of their business and all credit to it had gone down the drain. It was only when control was released to the young Master was they once again allowed not only to produce their lines of cloth... but still... they were watched more carefully than any other business in the whole of London. "I do feel sorry for him." Alejandro said to himself. "Poor boy." He gazed up to the highest levels of the building. "Maybe one day you will redeem the name of your family... I have faith in you to do it."
"Alejandro! You're supposed to be with the young master!" The sneering voice shouted.
"Damn it!" He quickly bolted through the door and ran through the lower levels to try and catch up with the boy.

As the figure began to stride through the top level he kept his gazed locked ahead of him, though out of the corner of his eye he noted out at the many stations of designers, artists and workers that could be more than possibly available. His head was covered by the large hood of his coat which meant that no one really got to see any of his facial features. He carried on walking but people stared at him. His black waist coat was almost like a corset as it went around his tight and hypnotic figure. His white collar shirt was perfectly pressed and held a black tie that went with his leather sleeves and night tie which held a small emerald in gold circle as a pin. The inside lining of his fur coat was a deep crimson, just like his gloves but his tight leather trousers drew many eyes with the chain studded belt. He grinned as he felt every gaze on him. "Good morning mister Deville! Can I get you a coffee?"
"Good morning Mister Deville!"
"Good morning-" The boy gave a flick of his hand as he carried on walking to the end of the runway path. It was all made like a fashion show. Except the only person allowed on the pathway was him. "Mister Deville!" He reached out his hand as a file of designs was placed into it. "Thank you Mister Deville!" They all called as the boy strode confidently into his office as the double doors pulled wide open for him.

The room had an entire view over Victoria park and the long stretch of London up to the Thames. It retained it once old Zebra pattern over the walls and floor as the boy did not have the time to organise a decorator while trying to redeem the name of Deville and run the house effectively to make it once it once was. "Mister Deville." A voice panted as Alejandro ran into the room, out of breath. He held a cup of coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other. "Sir I remembered your breakfast."
"So kind Alejandro." The boy's voice was slow and soft. It was beautiful like the sound of the most perfect violin. His voice could put the whole of the building at ease if there were ever protesters outside. The boy turned and slowly began to pull his arms out his fur coat which he hung up elegantly on the coat rack. Ever movement that he ever made was always perfect.

But that all lost purpose when Alejandro locked his eyes on the boy's face. The boy was so handsome that he would put any of the models in the company to shame! Although his features were soft they were also well sculpted. His spiked blond hair fell in sharp points either side of his face while on his left side it was stubborn enough to try and point upwards. "Please sir... I insist you call me Alexander."
"But that's so formal. How about this." The boy smiled gently. "You call me Jamie and I will call you Alex."
"Well, James. This company makes it's money by formalities.

James' cold emerald eyes soon drew in a burning light as he glared towards the figure who span his egg shape chair around. The tall skinny woman sat in the back of the chair regarded him like a cat which had her prey cornered. Even Alejandro felt an unease sharpness course through him as the two figures locked their looks on each other. The woman had wild spiked black and white hair... that's right. Black and white. One side was completely Black while the other was completely white. Her outfit matched just as well, her fur coat was wrapped tightly around her corset dress which was studded with diamonds. She crossed her legs slowly revealing the large, knife like pointed heels. "Now James. I'm here to discuss-"
"You won't be discussing anything about this company." The glare left the boy's eyes as he let the tense body language flow out of him. "So mother if you excuse me, I have work to do." He said before turning to Alex. "Now. I want a meeting organised with my designers. "I want to discuss the possibility of ridding this season of fur."
"WHAT?!" Alex flinched back slightly at the pure anger of Cruella. Even her name was so cold and harsh... it sent creeps down his back to just even see her. "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!"
"You cannot speak to Mr. Deville that way." Alex whispered with a whimper and Cruella's eyes locked on him.
"What... was that?"
"I...I-"
"YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN ORDERED TOO! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" She screamed and Alex shrunk back but not before a cold vicious look that even Cruella feared filled James' eyes.
"AND YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL I ORDER YOU TO!" He walked over and slammed his hands on the desk making her flinch back and slowly walk away. This was a game between two alpha's, two lions going to lead the den... anyone who would get caught in the middle of this was going to end up in trouble which would not be able to be fixed. "YOU WILL ALSO TREAT MY STAFF WITH RESPECT!" He roared and Alex swore the ground and walls shook slightly as the once soft voice was the booming scream and howl of a defiant wolf. Cruella watched her son with great curiosity before a grin filled her face. "You could have really been something." All emotion left James' face as the boy took a seat in his chair and crossed his legs before placing the files down on his desk. "Let me back in the company. Together we will write our names in the stars of fashion! Be bigger legends than anyone else! We would be like fashion gods!" Cruella was very much like her son. She had a voice that just made you have to listen to her. When she did this, everyone paused and listened to her.

Her son lent back in his chair as he placed her hands on her desk and lent forward. "But its only going to happen if you let me back into this company." Her voice slowly filled him and Alex could watch James' eyes become slightly unfocused as a dark smile lit his face. He wasn't really going to listen to her was- "HAHAHAHAHA!" James doubled over as his cold laughter ruptured through his mother and Alex. "YOU REALLY THINK I WILL FALL FOR THAT?!" He fell back into his chair laughing before showing his mother's old ruby cigarette holder. He placed one on the end before lighting it swiftly. As the end lit he took a slow and long drag before breathing out softly a cloud of smoke. His emerald eyes became even colder if that were possible. "I would sooner die than let you back in this company. Face it mother." He slowly lent forward on one elbow taking another long drag. "You're a laughing stock. You will never work in fashion again." He grinned cockily. "Now why don't you just go back to the cell you crawled out of." He whispered quietly and Cruella looked at him with a deep loathing.

She began to turn on the spot and walk away after shoving Alex but not before James added a final insult and salt to the wound. "Try avoiding any pet stores and dog homes on the way back to your little apartment why don't you?"
"Avoid one?" Cruella scoffed as her dark eyes locked on her son. "I'm here aren't I?"
"Yes you are." James nodded with a smile. "And because you're here, I can do this." He grinned before yelling out: "SECURITY!" The door almost fell of it's hinges at the force of being opened from a line of men in black suits and bullet proof armour. "Escort her out and back to her home." James said opening the file on his desk and taking another drag on the cigarette. "Wait." He stopped them just before they could walk her out. He slowly rose from his seat and stood next to his mother. She was about half a head taller than him since she was wearing such high heels but he still looked coldly into her eyes. "You are finished." He whispered and trapped the cigarette, dropping ash onto her shoes before going back and taking his seat.

Cruella screamed profanities before leaving the room and being walked out by the dozen of men. Alex turned quickly back to his boss who slumped into the chair and ran a hand through his hair. "Oh you did magnificently Jamie." He smiled and watched as the boy gave a slight sparkle in his eyes. James wasn't normally one for many words. "If that will be all sir? I will go and organise the meeting to be taken place."
"I will be making it aware that she will not be tolerated on this site any more." James said not looking up from his work.
"Yes sir." Alex bowed his head but as he turned and was about to close the doors on the room as he left, James looked up from his desk with a fear in the pit of his eyes.
"Alex... I'm nothing like her... am I?" He asked. "I'm not... I'm not going to be like Cruella am I?"
"No sir." He smiled. "The difference is between you and Cruella, you have a heart sir. You're kind hearted, understanding, handsome-" Alex stopped as James raised an eyebrow and blushed slightly. "Um... I'll go... meeting... organise... Yeah." He pulled the doors closed quickly and slumped against them. Oh god... he thought. Had he really just called his boss handsome to his face?!

He closed his eyes. "Idiot." He scolded himself and walked off before he could do anything more stupid.

If he could have seen inside the room. He would have known James was thinking about the Latino boy. About Alex's lightly tanned skin and dark hair... his hazel eyes... no! He had too much to deal with right now to think about anything other than his work. He slowly opened further pages of the file before he came across something which set his blood cold.

His hand slowly pulled the piece of paper back as he raised it and looked at it, slightly in horror as it roamed over the one outfit his mother had never successfully been able to make. The soft fur spotted coat... "The puppy coat." He whispered. The picture wasn't signed by the designer and had no date. "As soon as I find the person who designed this..." He lowered it and threw it onto the file of drawings. "They are so fired." He whispered before closing it and putting his head on his folded arms as he closed his eyes, letting his migraine gain some rest from the burning of the light which was setting his head to pound.