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~~ The Dream Of Every Thief ~~

~~ 19. May, Early Morning ~~

His cell phone rang nonstop. The caller was stubborn and it seemed the person had no intention about stopping the mess and giving up. After two minutes of the disturbing sound continually, one of the stoic duo growled, flicked on the light and grabbed the damn phone. Unluckily his lover didn't pick it up, instead held it right next to his ear. How annoying.

"Kei… answer it already." Genichirou growled and shook him by the shoulder, earning a loud groan. No, he needed his beauty sleep! How should his magnificent self handle a shortage of sleep? He would get wrinkles if he wasn't careful! "Keigo!"

Man, his men could be so pushy sometimes... He glanced out of one eye to his lover, who was still waiting for him to take the damn phone.

His other three lovers stirred awake, Syusuke was rubbing his tired blue eyes, Seiichi moaned in annoyance and turned around, shifting to a different position and pulled the pillow over his head, while Kunimitsu sat up and put on his glasses, massaging his neck. Maybe he should ask one of his masseuse to take a look at Mitsu.

Kunimitsu was working too hard as a teacher in high school for his liking. Though, his lover was acknowledged and highly respected by other teachers as well as students. Especially the tennis club at his school seemed to have a crush on him which didn't fit well with Keigo nor their other lovers. As long as those snotty brats kept their hands close to their own body, everything was fine.

Keigo had asked once why his lovers were still working as they had enough money due to his position as successful CEO of his company. The answer had been simple - what else should they do in the mansion all day long? Waiting for his return from work hadn't appealed so much to them and Keigo could actually understand them a bit. Having a bored Seiichi and Syusuke around was always a dangerous thing!

"Kei!" Kunimitsu called out to him, also shaking his shoulder. Keigo felt the headache rising up.

'What a great start for such a nice day.'

Keigo admitted, he wasn't a morning person...
He groaned in annoyance, gave up on getting more sleep and spoke in his groggy and still sleepy voice. "…right, right…. Ore-sama will answer…." Kunimitsu sighed in relief, lifted his body from the silky sheets and went into the luxurious and large bathroom next door. Sanada followed suit.

Keigo grinned. Oh, he knew these two would take their time together in the bathroom...

The diva reached out for the phone and pressed the green regretted it immediately as a loud voice yelled and cursed at him.
Atobe yowled by the extremely loud voice and pushed the thing away from his now ringing ear. The person at the other end of the call cried and cursed some more.

"Yuushi….. Do you…. Don't…" A slender hand swirled around his waist and a pair of soft lips kissed his right cheek in greetings. He turned his head and a bunch of dark blue hair covered his eyes and the rest of his face. A soft chuckle escaped out of his boyfriend's mouth when he kissed the messy head. "Morning, Sei."

Seiichi hummed in enjoyment and sleepiness, nonetheless, dragged his body out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, following Genichirou and Kunimitsu.

Another kiss on his left cheek and a quiet "Morning, Kei." was whispered in his ear. Then his last lover, Syusuke, left the bed and headed for the bathroom too. Thankfully their bathroom was big enough for all of them to fit in. The moment the door of the bathroom opened a jar as Syusuke entered the room, the sound of moans and groans echoed out of it. Keigo smirked. He had been right. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

The person at the other end of the call blew his nose loudly. Time to end this mess and calm his sensitive co-worker down. "Yuushi, calm down. You have disturbed Ore-sama's sle-"

"..."

"What do you mean you got knocked out and you have no money?" Keigo frowned, listened to the whole story.

"..."

"The guy from yester-" The memory of the unknown beauty, the beauty of his dream.
How could it be?
How could it be possible?
Such a small and thin guy, how could he knock out Oshitari? "Take a day off, Ore-sama will handle it." Keigo ended the call, thinking.

How?
Why?

"What happened, Kei?" Syusuke left the bathroom, sending a grin over his shoulder to the three intimate lovers in the bathroom as he made his way to him. The brunette kissed him softly, sitting down beside him on the bed.

"Do you remember the beauty from yesterday night? The one in the club who smirked at us?" His lover nodded in agreement, waited for him to continue. "It seems like Yuushi got tricked by him. He knocked him out, stole the money and left. Sadly, the beauty had bad luck, Yuushi had spent most of his money at the club but still..."

"Saa,..."Syusuke chuckled with his tender fingers slightly touching his bottom lip. The purple-haired man saw the wheels in the sadistic tensai's mind roll - and they rolled in high speed which meant never anything good.

~~ 19. May, Early Midday ~~

"Ryoma! Ryoma, wake up! You're late!" Kevin roughly pushed and pulled him on his shoulder, while he dressed himself. Ryoma waved his hands around to shoo the disturbing sound away but as soon as the words had sunk into his brain, he jumped up and tried to focus. His vision was blurry at first and he stumbled forward. Kevin caught him luckily, so he wouldn't kiss the floor.

His vision sharpened a moment later, his view landed on the only clock in the apartment. Shit! He was more than late! Ryoma sprinted to the tiny bathroom, put out all his piercings, brushed his teeth and run his left hand along his dark and messy hair. Why hadn't Kevin woken him up earlier? His boss would rip him a new hole in his ass for being late once again!

At the same time when he cursed, he got dressed, put on some cleaner and charmless clothes. Most of his work shift was already over. If he had very, very much luck, he would still have his job at the end of the day. Only with very much luck.

He burst out of the apartment without another word, rushed along the streets and passed several people. He crashed into a dark-haired person and excused himself before running further the busy street. When he reached the small old café, his chef was already tapping his foot onto the ground in madness.

'That doesn't look good.'

"Sir, I'm very sorry. I overslept. It won't happen again. I promise."

"That's exactly what you told me the last time. Pack your things, boy. I don't need people like you. I have already found another waiter." His chef pointed at a small boy with black hair and a green headband which was far too big for his head.

A knot in his throat dared to keep him from breathing. Something was... off... Something didn't fit right here...
How did his chef get a new waiter so soon?
Coincidence?
Ryoma glanced with his golden eyes between the new waiter with the green headband and his manager. The happy smiling guy looked innocent, a nice boy who had probably never seen any bad sights of true life. Who had a nice family and an education and knowledge. Who had a good life...

That must have been it... That was it!

The hint sank into his brain, anger rose inside him but Ryoma forced himself to keep his cool, only glaring mildly at his chef.

"You would have fired me even if I was on time today, right?" he hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I don't need someone like you, you thief." The words pushed the remaining bit of air out of his lungs.

"W-What?"

"I know your little secret. Leave my café and search for some other job." Ryoma couldn't move. What had just happened?! How?!
When he didn't move due to the shock, the chef shoved him out of the café and slammed the door shut. Ryoma, not being able to hold his footage after being pushed, bumped into one of the people who walked along the street.

"Careful, boy." The male voice chuckled and helped him to steady his balance. Ryoma glared up and looked into amethyst-like eyes. A deep and shining color gazed at him. "Everything alright? Are you hurt?"

Ryoma shook his head and pulled roughly out of the strangers grip. He felt his blood rushing inside his head from anger. He got fired and that alone made him aggressive and cold but to see the perfect image of a wealthy beauty was too much. Life was an unfair game. Always!

He hated it!
He hated the rich bastards with their wealthy demeanor.
He hated their presence!
He hated his life!

If he had just...
If he hadn't walked with him...
If he hadn't believed him...
If he hadn't trusted him...

Ryoma would have screamed at the top of his lungs but he kept it all inside, bottled it up. Swallowing down all the bad memories.

Getting fired was nothing. He would find something else, he needed too. For today, he would steal all the money he needed, approaching every rich person and steal everything. He didn't give a damn about them. They ruined him, they were disgusted by him and he would show them that he was much more worth than their dirty money. He would show it to all the people who hated and blamed him, who were disgusted at him. He would ruin them!

He wouldn't lose, he never did.

"Mhm…" The humming sound made him look up anew, causing him to blink with his piercing golden eyes. The beautiful stranger narrowed his eyes in concentration, held his chin between his right thumb and his index finger, thinking strongly about something.

Ryoma didn't like this direct inspection at all and was ready to turn around and walk away, when a faint memory flickered in front of his mind. The stranger looked familiar but still unknown. Where had he met him? Had they crossed ways once? Ryoma couldn't remember.

'Argh, damn my bad memory.'

As if the stone fell from the heaven, a surprised expression filled the stranger's face and suddenly it turned into a bright grin.

Never good!

Ryoma turned on his heels. Better to get the hell out of there before the guys wanted to do something strange. He needed to search for another job, he wouldn't be able to pay the rent anymore without another job. They were already starving with his job as a waiter.

How would it be possible for them to survive without it?

The sudden firm grip on his wrist locked him in place.
Why couldn't people leave him alone?

"Let go!" He hissed in annoyance. The grip around his wrist tightened and Ryoma shot the man a pissed off look which the stranger replied with a gentle smile "I said let go!"

"I have heard you, but I won't let go." And without any other word, Ryoma was led to a near café were he was pushed onto a chair and sat opposite of the older man. The younger male stood up, just to be pushed back in place. "You have some nerves. I just want to talk with you." This innocent smile and the sharp violet eyes, something told him to obey, nonetheless, his stubbornness refused him to bow down. Ryoma gave him an annoyed 'che' and stood up for the second time.

"And you're annoying. I don't know you and I have no interest in changing it."

"Sit. I have heard your talk with your former boss out of coincidence. You're searching for a job, right?" The bluenette continued, not waiting for a reply. "You're pretty attractive and I want to ask if you would like to be my model. I'll pay you for it, of course."

Ryoma paused in his movement. Had he heard it right?

He stared at the beautiful and probably very wealthy stranger, not able to stop the surprise from showing on his face.

"Sit." The bluenette said, gesturing to the chair opposite him where Ryoma had just sat.

The offer was tempting and it took a bit effort of him to remember his mind that the guy in front of him must have a bag full of cash. The little café was elegant and mostly stuffed with high class furniture, the price for the food was thrice so high than in an ordinary local. The walls were colored in a creamy color, decorated with golden tendrils. Every inch was clean and tidy, every chair and table had its right place. Only rich people would visit this place.

"Thanks bu-"

"Think about it very carefully. You won't find any job so soon to replace the one you have just lost. I will pay you even more if you would come to my house and all you have to do is sit or stand for some time to let me paint you."

Only painting... in the house of a very rich stranger...

The idea hit him with such intense, he had no control over his mouth. He spoke the words without thinking further. "I'll take your offer."

The unnamed stranger with dark blue hair smiled, pleased to hear his answer. The picture of a prince lasted not long, a couple of seconds and the sharp mask was once again on his face. "I'm happy to heart that. We'll meet again tomorrow, same time and same place. I will pick you up and give a ride back home as well."

The bluenette nodded at him. Ryoma nodded back out of instinct. Something had suddnely changed over the last seconds. The whole atmosphere had changed. "Well then, till tomorrow."

The bluenette stood up, leaving a disappointed waitress and Ryoma behind and walked out of the cafe. What the hell had just happened here?

This offer was a dream of every thief. He would be nice to the rich and gorgeous bluenette and at night, he would steal all his things. Ryoma rushed out, along the crowded street and past the nice colored buildings. They wouldn't be hungry anymore, they wouldn't be tired and exhausted till the end anymore. As soon as they had some money from this rich bastard, their lives would change.

Sadly, Ryoma had forgotten that it wasn't one but five men he had to fight.