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Chapter 10: in the hood?

Lovino huffed loudly as he flopped onto the couch, man working the night shifts was beginning to drain all of his energy. Everyone that came always ended up claw at him asking for personal dances but he would never ever agree, I mean come on, he may strip but he is not going to just fuck or be fucked by some random person. Believe it or not he was actually a virgin. He didn't want to waste his first time on some douche bag. He wanted it to be special, preferably that tall-dark-and-handsome Spaniard who was still living in his bedroom… wait! What the hall is he talking about?! He doesn't like/love that idiot! Why the hell would he even think about that?! Don't get him wrong the Spaniard is pretty hot… and when he comes back from the gym all sweaty it is super… GROSS he was going to say gross! Icky!

"Goddammit…" Lovino scolded himself and tried to rub away the burning feeling that was taking over his cheeks.

"Something wrong Lovi?" Antonio called from the kitchen.

"Shit!'" Lovino shrieked and buried his head into the nearest pillow. "What do you want you stupid idiot?!"

"I just head you cursing… I figured Gil got home," Antonio frowned and sat next to Lovino on the couch. "Do you have a fever? You look awfully red from what I can see." Antonio reached to try and touch Lovino's forehead.

"N-no! I'm fine stupid tomato bastard!" Lovino stuttered and swatted away Antonio's hand. "Now go cook some damn food before I eat you." He threatened.

"Oh, OK Lovi!" Antonio smiled and returned to the kitchen. "If there is anything you need just ask!"

"I need to know whether or not you like me back." Lovino mumbled into the pillow.

"Huh?"

"NOTHING!"

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Alfred wondered around the block aimlessly, searching for nothing in particular. He sighed heavily and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. His "Mum" always told him smoking was bad and if he did it "she" would kill him. Well after running away about three times in 6 months, he picked up the nasty habit from people he bunked with, it was stupid and all but he knew that if he was going to waste his life on something, it's better that it's cigarettes and alcohol rather than drugs and whiskey. Alfred took a long breath in and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, he then blew the white smoke out and into the atmosphere. Alfred leaned up against a random brick building, taking another drag of his cigarette. He turned his attention down the street where a small boy with jet black hair stood at the bus stop. The boy didn't look unusual until a couple of other tall muscular boys surrounded him. Alfred winced when he heard the pain filled cry of the boy, he had to help. He sighed and flicked his cigarette to the curb, he squished the stupid thing into the ground and sprinted off to help the boy.

"Herp!" the small boy wailed with a Japanese accent.

"Shut up!" one of the males surrounding him barked. "It will hurt a lot less if you just gave us the money!"

"What money?" the boy cried.

"OI!"

All four men looked to Alfred with shocked expressions. Alfred stood up as straight as possible and puffed out his chest, much like a frog would do in the face of danger. Which seemed to intimidate the teens, god these kids look like 15 year olds…

"What the hell are you four doing? Fucking beating up this… this… are you fucking kidding me look at the kid! For Christ sakes he is practically twelve!" Alfred scolded in a motherly manner. "If your family saw this I am pretty fucking sure you would not be invited to any reunions any fucking time soon!" he pushed the man standing in front of him aside, and grabbed the small boy, picking the bruised boy up bridal style. "And if any of you, and I mean any of you, come here and pick on little old ladies I will not hesitate to fucking burn you all on a stake." Alfred threatened, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

The four teens nodded and ran as far away from the bus stop as possible, not looking back once.

"So," Alfred started and looked down at the boy/ old friend in his arms. "Long time no see, Kiku."

Kiku smiled lightly up at Alfred and nodded, "It has been quite a while hasn't it? I wish it wasn't this way that we met again…"

"Ha!" Alfred exclaimed. "I liked this way just fine! I got to save you and show you how muscular I am now!"

Kiku rolled his eyes and wiped his lip of the dried blood. "Yes, well, this way got me hurt." He frowned at the American.

"Oh shit you are hurt…" Alfred gasped quietly and quickly carried Kiku to the hotel he was living in currently. "Don't worry Kiku I will save you." He whispered and opened the small room's door. "It sucks I know but until the morning you'll have to deal with it." Alfred sighed and set the small Japanese teen on the only bed.

"No, Alfred-san, it's just fine. Thank you very much." Kiku coughed and curled up in the sheets on the bed. "But where will you sleep?"

Alfred chuckled and motioned to the floor with great enthusiasm. "Why, the floor of course." He smiled.

Now, Kiku was not one to be impolite, but man Alfred had lost quite a few brain cells while they were a part. "No Alfred," Kiku pleaded. "Just sleep on the bed, I'll be fine on the floor."

"No way dude! If I sleep on the bed so do you!"

Images of high school flooded back to Kiku, filling his mind with what it was like to be dating the star quarter back, then to the night of home coming, in a room similar to this. Kiku blushed lightly and nodded at his former boyfriend. "Fine." He smiled and laid back down on the pillow.

Alfred stared at the small boy in shock for a moment before laying down on the bed beside Kiku. Man did he miss cuddling with Kiku, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not now, they had just met again and Kiku was probably asleep already.

Alfred sighed and kissed Kiku's temple. "Good night."

To Alfred's surprise/embarrassment Kiku replied, "Good night Alfred."

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