A/N: This is for the anonymous review that I got. You must be a real coward to not leave your name. It is not like I would turn you in or something. I respect your opinion and I did read the work that you suggested. That work was fine, but I like Yami being gay. That is my choice and this is my story. I do not complain about others making Pegasus gay or girlish, although I do not like it I do not criticize others for what they want to write. I have read some very good stories with Pegasus being gay in them and some with Yami being heterosexual I personally do not like Tea/Yami relationships. However, you do not see me telling the author you suggested that I think that it is stupid or anything. So to cut this short you can read this if you want or you do not have too. I am not forcing you and I do remember the summary saying yaoi. If this offends you then do not read.
A/N: SW sorry but Cecelia won't have a major part in the story, because Deston is who Max falls in love with. But she will be in the story.
A/N: Okay everyone before I start the next chapter I want everyone to know that I update every five to ten reviews. Therefore, I would really appreciate if you would review. Updates will be on the following day that I receive the said amount of reviews just so you know. So enough of my rambling and please enjoy the chapter.
Max walked all day through the busy streets of New York. The cold air blew past him tousling his hair. He saw vendors selling food and people running out of shops and stores on the crowded streets. Max was bumped and nudged down the streets. He hated this one aspect about New York, but then he really loved it. It was what he felt was normal. Max thought that New York was the best city in the world and he did not want to leave. He would miss the stores, the malls, and his friends. To tell the truth he would miss everything. Max walked the streets quietly, pulling his coat tightly around his body periodically. The streets helped to calm his mind when he was upset and since he had heard about the move to Japan that was exactly what he was. As he walked the streets, he even did a little shopping, picking up yellow roses for his mother and two golf clubs for his father. Max could not wait to see the look on his mother's face when she received the roses. 'It's just telling her that I am sorry without having to say it.' Max thought to himself. As for the golf clubs Max always knew that his mother had told his father to expand on his recreational activities, but his father would always find some way to screw up in another activity and return to his golfing. Max had been thinking with such concentration that he did not notice that it had started to rain. He pulled the coat over his head putting the roses and clubs inside of the coat and ran down the street toward his home.
Feeling through his pants pocket Max searched for the key to the front doors. When he had found it he unlocked the door and walked in quietly. He was already prepared for what would happen when he entered, but instead of being greeted by his mother's angry tone he was greeted by Sean.
"Hello Maximillion." Sean said to Max as he looked around for something or someone. Sean was Max's father's helper and informant of house business to Max. Sean had brown hair and eyes. He was eighteen, a year older than Max, and a little taller, with a slim build. Sean continued to look around the room. Max ignoring his odd movements asked,
"What's happening?" Sean ran to the side of the stairs, looked down the long corridor, and then looked into the kitchen. When he did not see Max's father, he ran back to Max.
"What is wrong with you why are you looking around like that Sean."
"I have to speak quickly because your father is going to "play" tennis and he wants me to help." Max knew that when Sean said the word play with that much emphasis it meant that his father was trying a new sport and someone was going to get hurt, namely Sean.
"I'm not really worried about my father right now, he is easy to deal with. What about my mother?"
"She is in her study. She told me to inform her when you came in." Max took two fifty-dollar bills out of his pocket and gave them to Sean.
"Here's fifty for the info and fifty to not say a word to my mother. Deal" Max gave the bills to Sean, but Sean threw his own bargain on the table.
"How about this, I'll take the fifty for not telling your mother, but you keep the other fifty for not telling your father you saw me. Deal?"
"Deal." Sean took his fifty and left, running down the stairs to the lower part of the house. Max took his fifty and put it in his pocket.
"Sean!" Max heard his father yell from the kitchen. "I'm ready to play." Max's father walked from the kitchen eating an apple. He had on white tennis shorts, a white shirt, and white socks and sneakers
"Hello Max my boy. How are you."
"Fine Father."
"You know, your mother was going on about you leaving the house this morning, but I told her that I didn't see you leave. Then she told me that I didn't see you leave because I wasn't here. I swear I don't know what is wrong with that woman. Anyway, I'm learning to play tennis today…" Max listened to his father babble on about nothing until his father brought up the move.
"So did your mother tell you about the move. We leave next week. It will be a new experience."
"Yes mother did tell me about the move, and I think it's great." Max said sarcastically, as his mind drifted back to the argument that he and his mother had earlier. His father must not have caught the sarcastic part because he patted Max on the shoulder and said,
"That's great son. I told her that you would be alright with the move to Japan." Max looked in utter disbelief at his father. 'How could he miss that large show of sarcasm. Don't even think about it Max your head will start to hurt.' Max shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"Have you seen Sean around here anywhere Max?" Max remembering the fifty in his pocket shook his head.
"Well if you see him tell him that I need him. You know, I can't find my racquet anywhere."
"I'll tell him. Here Father these are for you." Max handed his father the new clubs that he had bought. His father took the clubs and smiled.
"Don't tell you mother."
"I won't." Max said and smiled.
"Now off to play tennis. Sean!" Max watched his father walk off into another room still yelling for the boy. When he turned to go to his room he saw his mother coming down the stairs.
"You stay right there young man. You have some explain…" The ranting stopped because Max had just given his mother the yellow roses and a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you." Max just smiled and walked to his room knowing that he had escaped another lecture from his mother. As Max entered his room, he could hear his mother scold herself for letting him off the hook.
"Damn boy. I just can't stay mad at him. I guess I better put these in some water for they start to wilt. Dammit Vanessa what is wrong with you." Max waited until he could hear his mother getting a vase for the flowers and entered his room.
As he walked to his bed, the soft carpet came in between his toes. Max flopped on his bed and looked at the clouds and sun through his skylight. The sun danced over the gray walls and red borders, making small prisms. Max pulled one of his red pillows under his head and fell asleep. Max was woken up a couple of hours later by George, one of the butlers, who informed Max that dinner was ready. Max thanked the butler and made himself presentable by brushing his hair and washing his face. When Max had finished, he descended the stairs only to be met with his mother sitting in the dining room, holding an ice pack on his father's forehead and back of his neck. Max could see Sean standing next to his mother looking at his father with his hand covering his mouth. Max walked over to both of his parents and asked,
"Would it be alright to ask what happened?"
"Why don't you ask your father dear, because I am still trying to believe it." Max could here Sean giggle, but stop suddenly by putting his hand back over his mouth.
"Well Father?" Before Max's father could answer, Sean burst in laughter.
"I'll…tell you. He got… he got…hit in the fore…forehead and back of the neck…with a tennis ball." Sean blurted all this out during his fit of laughter.
"I'm so h…happy I didn't get…hurt this time." After Sean said this, he ran out of the dining room laughing. Max's father looking at the boy run out the room yelled behind the boy,
"It's not funny Sean, I think you fell on purpose." Max could not help it and started to laugh as well.
"What… you got hit with…tennis balls. How did…that happen?"
"Max don't laugh at your father dear."
"Sorry Mother." Max put his hand over his mouth to stop any more laughter from escaping.
"Michael dear, why don't you tell us what happened."
"Well if you must know Vanessa, I think that machine never liked me anyway."
"Michael machines don't have emotions, so they can't like or dislike you. And Max stop laughing at your father."
"Sorry again."
"Say what you will Vanessa, but that machine wanted to do me in." Vanessa rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling as if asking the question 'Why did I marry this man'. Although, Vanessa loved her husband she often wondered about him sometimes.
"Well tell us what happened dear." Vanessa said, inviting her husband to continue.
"You know this whole situation started out wrong. First I lost my racquet, then I couldn't find Sean anywhere. And when I finally did find the boy he was in the basement."
"There's nothing strange about that Michael."
"Well it would have been normal if Sean wasn't crouched behind a couch whispering please don't find me, and his hands in a praying position."
"That is quite unusual dear."
"I must admit Father no one has ever been caught hiding behind a couch praying when I wanted to play tennis." Max's mother glared at him for his smart remark and turned back to her husband.
"Continue please."
"Well when I found Sean and my racquet, we both went to the tennis court to his some balls. I told Sean to turn the machine on and the balls came out. Sean and I hit the tennis balls for a while, but soon we both started to get tired so I told Sean to turn the machine off. He flipped the switch and the machine started to rattle and shake. Before Sean and I could do anything, we saw balls flying everywhere. They were hitting everything. To avoid the balls Sean and I tried to run for the exit. We were close to the exit when Sean fell on the court. I went back to help him up and when I looked up a ball hit me in the forehead. I grabbed my head and Sean started laughing. Damn crazy boy. Anyway we both got up and started to move toward the exit again when the machine hit me in the back of the neck with one of the balls. Well Vanessa I would like to thank you for suggesting that I try baseball."
"Why?"
"Because I used the bat to break the machine."
"You what! Do you know how much that thing cost!"
"We can always buy a new one Vanessa, besides my head hurts can't you do something to relieve it?"
"I hope that you are referring to some type of pill because you aren't getting any special medicine until you buy a new machine." Vanessa took the ice pack from her husband's head and put it on her own.
"Please help me, please." As Vanessa finished her wishes or prayers whichever you fill fits she walked up to her study and closed the door.
"Damn and I wanted the special medicine too. Oh well off to play golf."
"Bye Father." Max walked downstairs and watched television. Little did the Pegasus family know, the whole kitchen staff had been listening to the story.
"Hit in the head with a tennis ball?" laughed the Head Chef. His assistant laughed and started to put the food away that they had prepared.
"What you doing?" Asked an assistant that had just been hired.
"Putting this food up for tomorrow."
"Why?"
"New guy right?" The man nodded his head.
"Well for all of us who have been here for a while we know when the Pegasus' will order out. Each time they all split and go their own separate ways we know that it is order out for them and a night off for us, so I suggest you help me put this stuff up so we can leave as soon as possible." All the others in the kitchen agreed and helped to put the food away so they could leave quickly and enjoy their night off.
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