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Pale lips opened as the young man yawned widely, his arms stretching above his head as he tried to shake his tiredness, his bare feet padding across the wooden floor as his topless form maneuvered to the fridge, his nails scratching the back of his head as he searched for his liquid breakfast.
Though he had spent just over a week in the house, he was already growing bored of the place, the scenery, though a pleasure to look at, could only hold his interest for so long. The television was nothing but reruns and trash and the internet was password protected, a password he unfortunately did not have.
The only thing that was remotely interesting was the family that lived next to him, a family he had quickly learned was quite dysfunctional, the mother and son constantly at odds with each other though the father, the little the young man had seen of him, was quiet and chose to stay away from the other two, not that Allen blamed him all that much.
His voyeurism, as disgusting as it made the young man feel, had only increased since his first day and aided with the tools his peripheral vision had caught, the dark object tucked away on the shelving, the dual lenses reflecting in the sparse light. Any reservations the young man had about looking at the other went out the window as he reached to grab the binoculars, his fingers adjusting the focus on the lenses as he turned them to the young man relaxing on his own deck, the house the path led to the only one visible to the one he resided on.
Allen felt his eyes widen at the detailed sight of the elder, the gaze almost always piercing now with gently closed eyes and his handsome features, often set in a permanent scowl, were now relaxed as he lounged in the shade, his lips parted as he slowly exhaled and inhaled, his hand over the book that rested open on his stomach.
Silver eyes watched as something woke the young man, the eyes discovered to be a deep cobalt as they rolled, the elder seeming to sigh deeply, his body pulling up off the chair and the novel, a favorite pastime of his apparently, marked with his finger in the pages as the young man approached his mother. Watching their lips move, Allen was able to make out the son was refusing to go with the family for a dinner at some family's house, the anger in his eyes indicating that he was still fuming from another fight, most likely from his mother.
Their arguments were the most common event Allen witnessed, the young man seemingly having no siblings to speak of, meaning the brunt of his mother's anger was entirely on him. His father never stepping in to aide him or his mother, the man only glimpsed once, his head held high and his body tall, his face even more impassive than his sons, the man never speaking anything save for a few words, most likely yes dear and no dear to his wife as they left for their dinner.
Allen could practically set his watch to the young man, his routine always beginning in the early hours in the morning with exercise of either Kendo, the younger recalling the shirtless young man standing with sweat reflecting off the sun as he brought the wooden sword down on an invisible enemy, his back rippling with each stroke. Other times, the Japanese would swim, something he would do if the weather was nice enough, as it was in the summer home country, the younger watching as water cascaded off his body and dripping down his hair, the sight enough to make almost anyone weak at the knees, Allen included, the only problem with the young man was his unexciting nature.
Grabbing his white tee, the young man shoved it over his head, his mop of white hair scruffy and dishevelled, his coomb his fingers as they raked through the strands, Allen grabbing the pair of binoculars as he ducked into the darkened study, his lenses peeking through the blinds as the other thumbed through the pages of his book, Allen sighing deeply.
"Figures," he grumbled softly, "another boring day…"
The morning events were the only thing Allen found enjoyment in, save for the family arguments. For most of the day, the young man was either outside reading or sleeping, or inside, most likely reading or sleeping.
A knocking at his door had the younger's heart palpitating, his fingers fumbling with the binoculars for a second before he managed to stand slowly from his place, his silver eyes flickering to see if the Japanese had noticed him, the elder still toweling off his body from the chlorine water.
Moving swiftly, the bare feet padded along the wooden floors towards the doors, his confused silver eyes meeting equally as confused brown eyes.
"Um… is Mr. and Mrs. Amari here?" the younger asked, his blonde hair falling in front of his freckled face, "I-I brought their groceries…"
"It's… It's Sunday morning, they're at Church," Allen fibbed, "they told me I can pay for them, hang on a second and I'll get your money."
"Uh… sure," the boy mumbled, the other turning to grab some bills from the kitchen, his fingers pulling out some change for the young man's tip.
"Here," Allen smiled as he accepted the groceries from the young man, "thanks for these!"
"No problem," the other smiled, "so… where are you from?"
The elder froze slightly, his body stilling as he looked up from his food.
"How… how do you mean?" the young man asked softly, careful with his words as the other smiled broadly.
"Nobody else around here tips me or even says thank you," he grinned, "it's a nice change of pace."
"Oh… well, I'm their nephew; they've asked me to stay with them for the summer," Allen lied convincingly, "but they seemed to treat me alright…"
"It's not just them," the boy informed him, his voice lowering to a whisper, "their neighbours aren't exactly the friendliest of people either."
"Really?" the younger asked, now thoroughly intrigued, "how so?"
"Always screaming and yelling at each other," the boy told him, "the woman might be the worst but her son's in the running for it too; at least the dad just ignores me."
"That sounds terrible…"
"When you get the death glare from the mom or the kid, it is," he grinned cheekily at Allen, "I swear, the guy's only a few years older than us but he acts like he's never had a day of fun in his life, though looking at his mother it doesn't surprise me."
"Well, here's hoping I get on their good side," Allen smiled.
"You're insinuating he has a good side," the boy grinned as he waved to Allen, the door shutting to his retreating back.
His stomach announced its presence as the smell of fresh groceries met his nose, his mouth salivating at the smell of fresh bread as it was brought over to his kitchen table.
The one good thing Allen saw coming about of the mob bosses being Italian was the man's love of food, everything the grocery service delivered to his home promising to be as fresh and as delicious as his first. Allen felt his mouth salivate as he bit into his fresh bread slathered with butter, a small hum escaping his lips as he chewed it.
Though he preferred the company of his friends during the summer, Allen was willing to admit that he could get used to the idea of living with fresh food delivered once a week and in a house as grand as this.
"Hey," Allen replied, "how's it going?"
"Ah not too bad," Lavi grinned, "but it sounds like I should be asking you that."
"I'm doing okay," the younger murmured, his eyes peeking through the black binoculars, his shoulders sagging as he sighed in boredom, "actually, I'm bored out of my skull…"
"What happened to 'I'm gonna be just fine?'" the redhead chuckled, the other groaning in his defence.
"I thought I was going to be kept entertained," Allen told him, "but I don't have the internet's password and there's nothing on the television-"
"So why don't you go for a walk outside or something?" Lavi asked, the sigh on the other end of the line making him chuckle.
"Because I can't leave this stupid house," the younger griped, "not even for something as simple as a walk! The guy thinks that if someone sees me leave this palace or that if I walk away for a second this place will get hit and everything will be taken."
"Seriously!?" the redhead giggled, "isn't that, what's the word…"
"I believe the one you're looking for is paranoid…"
"Yeah! That's it!"
"You don't get to be the top dog in an illegal organization without getting that way," Allen pointed out, "and he is really paranoid."
"If he's that dangerous is it really safe for you to be there?" Lavi asked with concern in his voice.
"I'll be fine," the younger brushed off, "trust me."
"Right… sure…" the other mumbled, "well, at least it's pretty secluded and there's no one around you…"
"Yeah, I- wait, what!?"
"Oh yeah, I should have mentioned this, but I've been waiting for you to answer the damn door for like fifteen minutes!"
"Why didn't you ring the doorbell or knock on the door!?" Allen smiled as he rushed towards the main hall, the heavy wood pulled open to greet his green-eyed red headed friend, Lavi smiling broadly as he waved at his best friend, the patch over his left eye confusing.
"LAVI!"
The elder laughed as he hugged his friend, Allen moving aside to let the other come in.
"How've ya been buddy?" Lavi asked as he stepped inside, his eye looking around the place with a whistle, "nice place…"
"Thanks," the younger laughed, "so, mind telling me what happened to your eye?"
"Ah, that," the redhead flushed, "well, see, it's a little embarrassing…"
"Oh?"
"Okay, see, Tyki and I got sort of plastered this one night and he managed to get his hands on this karma sutra book and we thought we might try a few things out and-"
"Your eye got hurt during sex?!" the other asked incredulously, Lavi's face now as red as his hair.
"Well… yeah," Lavi mumbled, "see, we were trying something and then his… toe sort of… and… yeah," he grinned bashfully, "the nurses at the hospital couldn't stop laughing…"
"What happened to the bookworm I knew in elementary school?" Allen asked, "since when are you so interested in sex?"
"Oh but Allen, if you knew what that man could do-"
"That's the problem," the younger interrupted, "I do know what he can do! You have no issues confiding in me!"
"I haven't confided everything in you," Lavi winked, "but if you really want to know…"
"What do you want to drink!" Allen interrupted, his body jumping up and running to the kitchen, "I've got alcoholic and non-alcoholic!"
"Non," the redhead grinned, "we'll get into something a little stronger tonight I should think."
"Sounds good to me!" the younger called from behind the fridge, a glass of orange juice in each hand as he returned to the living room where his friend was lounging, his legs outstretched and his head turning to look at the lace in interest. "Cheers!" Allen smiled as he clinked the glasses with Lavi, his own body resting in the large arm chair across from the red head.
"So… tell me… why didn't you knock on the door?"
"Oh, that," Lavi swallowed his drink, "given that this is a mob boss house I was a little weary of… everything really," the elder glanced around, "I keep thinking that something's going to jump out and shoot, stab, rape, and gut me, all at once."
"Don't," Allen brushed off, "and don't worry about cameras either, both of these guys are so bad in their marriage neither one of them wants it on film, in case the other decides to blackmail them."
"The marriage we all aspire to have," the redhead raised his glass as if to toast, Allen's own meeting his in the air.
"Here here," the younger chimed in, his own glass chinking as they laughed, "so fill me in, just what have you been up to Allen? Something naughty I hope…"
Allen laughed as he thought of the truth of Lavi's words, his lips pursed as he figured he'd keep the secret of his endeavours to himself, for now.
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