Harry and Jace were idly sitting on the couch in the living room. With Carlos gone, Cruella felt the necessity of having them both off of her house and their respective parents so she introduced them to Diego when he visited his father five days ago. Hunter was peeling off the paper on the wall while listening to Diego's complains about having to cook.
"You, quit complaining, you have your compass, don't you?"
"Yeah! And I have minions who would cook if I asked, don't you guys?" the younger boys nodded quickly and nervously.
"They're afraid of you and I don't know how because you couldn't scare a fly even if you try," Diego opened his mouth to complain but was cut by Hunter. "And it was you the one who wanted the compass so you have to cook, if they want something I can provide then they'll do whatever I want."
"You're so unfair," moaned the boy.
"I'm making sure you fulfill your end of the deal."
Diego didn't answered, he just stared at the frying pan with something that looked like a dirty cloth but was really some kind of fish.
Hunter took a rusty coin from his pocket and played with it, running it along his knuckles over and over while looking through the dirty –as much as they tried to clean it, it would stay the same-window at the streets. Smoke was coming out of some tubes, looking like chimneys perfectly aligned and Hunter found himself wondering if there were something interesting happening there. Of course, he had to make sure that Diego cooked so he couldn't just leave or Harry and Jace would be doing all the work.
The black-and-white haired boy put the fried fish on a plate and passed it to Hunter who just nibbled it and let it on the counter for the amusement of the two boys on the couch.
"What the hell are you doing, Hunter?" asked Diego, refusing to believe that the guy he trusted enough to live with had made him cook and left all the food –an almost not rotten fish-on the plate. "Eat. Now," commanded.
"Sorry, D. You were so busy complaining that you didn't though I have stuff to do, places to be, people to see. Bye guys."
Hunter opened the window and left, using a staircase to get to the roof were he thought he belonged. Running across the city he tried to be –fashionably- late in his appointment with Anthony Tremaine. The boy was waiting siting on an old box, watching the people passing. Hunter jumped from the roof to a window, barely holding himself before falling next to the grandson of lady Tremaine who looked much like an aristocrat.
"You are going to hurt yourself someday, Hunter," said the boy, looking unamused.
"Never gonna happen," answered him, searching through his pockets. "Here, your fob watch."
"Thank you, how much is this going to cost me?"
Hunter searched in the pockets of his leather jacket, producing a hairbrush, "You see Ginny more than I do, give her this and tell her that I need a boost in Gothel's class' grade."
Anthony laughed, "I'll try to keep it safe from my cousins. Now, think another thing that you need because I want to ask for something else."
"What do you need?"
"A telescope, I think it would look nice in my bedroom."
Hunter bit his lip. "One of your shirts. A nice one, that's my price"
"Why would you want a shirt? Who wants a nice shirt in this damned place? Besides me, obviously."
"You don't have to worry about that. It's my price, deal?" Hunter offered his hand.
"Deal, sure," answered Anthony, shaking Hunter's hand firmly, trying to wonder who was going to be the owner of one of his shirts.
"See you around. I'll get your telescope soon!" Shouted him, starting to run. It was time to make another visit to Clayton's house.
Author's note: Since this fic follows more or less what happens in the movie it will probably have one or two chapters more.