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Warning/s: Unbeta'ed.
Author's Note: When I was writing this chapter, I realized I tend to write cheesy, overly dramatic stories. I have to freaking change that or else I'll be freaking depress all the time. Writing depressing stuffs makes me really, really depressed and I guess being like that every freaking day is not good to my sanity. But I really think that that is a good choice sometimes, given how ridiculous my life is. Bleh. Whatever.
On with the story!
"Tyki-kun! There is a phone call for you!"
Tyki sighed as he scratched his head. "Can't it wait?" he shouted, elongating his head. His desk was almost buried in the mountain of papers. "I'm kind of busy here, you know?"
"Uh-uh! No, you can't. It's your baby, Alena-chan!"
Tyki almost dropped his mug that was full of coffee and immediately sprinted down the hall.
The office staffs outside laughed in merriment as they watched the son of the big boss, the future CEO of Noah Talent Agency Corporation, Tyki Mikk dashed outside his office to get the call.
"Hey, why didn't you just tell the poor lad to connect the call to his office?" someone asked, bewildered.
"I-I was going to say that... but then poof! He was already gone," said the one who informed Tyki about the call.
Many laughed while others plainly grinned while shaking their heads.
"Celebrities are so hard to catch, you know."
A few men rowdily banged their fists on their tables and yelled.
"Wohooo! Tyki-boy is in love!"
..
"Hey, what's up?" Tyki cheerfully greeted, heavily panting. "You could have just called me on my cellular phone, you know?" Tyki was now beginning to regret not using the elevator. He was panting like a dog in heat, damn it!
"I-I'm sorry, Tyki-kun, but the s-signal here isn't that good. So, I reckon it'll be best to call you using a telephone."
Tyki heartily laughed. "It's alright, don't worry." The important thing is that you called me. "So, how are you?"
Damn. He sounded like a freaking teenager.
"I-I'm fine. A-are you alright, Tyki-kun?" asked the voice on the other line and it sounded so worried...
Tyki grinned so wide he could feel his mouth splitting into two.
"I'm fine. I always am. Thank you for asking," he said, biting his lips. "How's your vacation?"
"Great. Never been so great."
"'Glad to hear that," he fondly smiled. "Why did you call by the way? Is it about work? Are you finally going back after being gone for so long? The guys here are already missing you and I am certain all of your fa –"
"I have something important to tell you, Tyki."
He could feel that there was something wrong, some imminent problem that he wouldn't like, for sure.
"Yes?" Tyki tried to sound casual. He didn't want Alena to feel awkward around him.
"I-I know this is so sudden. A-and I know t-that this is so unprofessional of me especially after you granted me an indefinite leave..."
Tyki felt his heart doubled its pounding.
He didn't want to hear this. He was so sure that he wouldn't like what he was going to hear next―
"...but I decided to quit work. For good."
Tyki clenched his teeth.
His grip on the telephone tightened.
No
No
No—
No, you can't!
"Maybe we can talk about this, Alena-chan," he casually said, his voice was mirroring nothing of his inner turmoil.
Tykki's hands began to profusely sweat.
There was a pregnant silence for a while before the voice spoke again.
"I'm s-sorry, Tykki-kun. B-but I've already decided."
Tykki's expression darkened.
You can't leave
Don't—
"I hope you don't mind my asking but did the company offend you in some way? Did I offend you in some way?"
"No!" came the immediate reply, "It's nothing like that, Tykki-kun. I-It's me. You and your family have been so good to me a-and I know t-that even if I work to your company until I die, I won't be able to repay my debts to you."
"Then why?" Tykki's voiced raised a little, angry at her for being so vague, and himself for being so weak.
"I-It's kind of personal, Tykki-kun..."
A pang of pain crossed his face.
"B-but, I'll visit the agency this week and—"
"You don't really need to do that, Alena-chan."
"E-eh?"
"Because I'll visit you there tomorrow."
"Eeehhhh?!"
Tyki smiled. "So, wait for me there, alright?"
"B-but that's—I'm k-kind of b-busy right now and—"
"I'm sure you'll find some time for me."
"I-Impossible! I-I mean, it's—It's—"
"Oh, they are calling me back now. I'll talk to you later, Alena-chan. Take care—"
"Tyki-san! You can't—"
"See you tomorrow!"
"—go! Tyki-san! Tyki-sa—"
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Tyki sighed as he stared to his phone.
"'A notorious play boy who fell in love (for the first time) to a gorgeous male artist who wears female clothing.' That will make a delicious headline, really."
Tyki swung his fist to his side, barely missing the smirking face of the tall man standing behind him.
"Oya... your fist is as fast as ever, huh, Tyki-pon?"
"What the fuck are you doing here, Sheril?" Tyki growled.
Sheril Kamelot shook his shoulders, laughing. "What, am I not allowed to visit my nephew?"
Tyki just sighed. He started to walked away, irritated that he had to see that face after what happened.
"You have to do better than, Tyki-pon. If you really want her, you have to do better than that."
"Shut up, old man," Tyki hissed underneath his breathe.
Laughter.
"You're too soft, Tyki-pon!"
Thwack!
Tyki's black leather shoe went flying towards Sheril's direction, hitting him on his face.
"WHAT THE FUC—THAT HURT, TYKI-PON!"
"Do not call me 'Tyki-pon', you old geezer!"
..
"Damn it! What the fuck are we doing here, Keita?!"
"We're going to help Allen-san clean his garage."
Kanda's eyes were suddenly reduced to slits. "Did I say I agree to this fucking crap?"
"No—"
"End of discussion. Now, pack up and we're going home this instant—"
"—but Allen-san really needs some help and we are going to—"
"—go home. Yeah. That's what we are going to do, Keita."
"Help him. We are going to help him, aniki."
"No. He doesn't need our help. He's big enough to manage on his own."
"Then, you don't know Allen-san very well."
"Exactly!" Kanda hissed, gritting his teeth. "I don't know him and he doesn't know me. I prefer to stay things that way, alright? Now, pack your thing and we are going home."
"But you wanted to see him, right?!" Keita yelled back enough to be heard across the street.
Kanda felt his whole body stiffened.
"Wh-what did you say?"
Keita glared at him.
"You wanted to se—ummp!"
"No, don't say it," Kanda said, blocking his brother's mouth with his hand. "Don't. Shit."
"Lhet mhe ghgho, yhho shstupit anhhikkhi!"
"Stop yelling, you brat!"
"MMMAHGRHGRHRHHGHHHHH!"
Kanda's eyes widened. "Stop it!"
"MMAWARGHRHRHGHHHHH!"
"Alright. It's official. You are pissing me off, brat."
"A-ano... E-excuse me..."
Kanda and Keita's head turned around to the owner of the voice.
"Alhlheen-shaaan!"
"..."
Allen scratched his head as he looked down on his feet. It was as if there was something interesting about his pair of fluffy, bunny-shaped slippers—
Well, it certainly looks kind of interesting, Kanda thought as he followed his line of sight.
"W-what can I do for y-you, Keita?"
Kanda's eyes twitched.
Oho... So, he was being ignored, wasn't he?
His brother forcefully smacked his hand that made him loosened his grip.
Keita jumped in front of Allen.
"Good morning, Allen-san!" he cheerfully greeted the white haired man while widely smiling like he was trying to rip his face in half. "My brother and I," he glared at Kanda before angelically looking at Allen again. "We are here to help you clean your garage."
Kanda just clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked away.
Well, the two of them could play this game. He wasn't going to let this man do all the ignoring because he would ignore him, too.
He didn't see Allen flinched at the gesture.
"Allen-san?"
Allen smiled and ruffled Keita's hair.
"Thank you so much, Keita, but I t-think I can handle this work by myself today."
Keita looked dismayed. "B-But there is no way you can carry those—"
"Don't worry. I'll manage," he said, smiling.
Keita still looked disheartened but nodded all the same. "I-If you say so..."
..
I don't know him and he doesn't know me. I prefer to stay things that way, alright?
Allen sighed. He looked around the huge room and bit his lips, trying to stop his tears.
He didn't know it would be this painful to hear him directly say that.
Allen admitted that he had been rude to him when they first met but it was not as if he had been an angel to him. If anything, he had been unreservedly boorish to Allen.
I don't know him and he doesn't know me. I prefer to stay things that way, alright?
Allen shook his head.
He had to stop thinking about Keita's brother.
"And you have to start cleaning this mess, too, Allen," he muttered to himself, groaning, while staring at the huge clutter in front of him. "I didn't know grandfather was so into this when he was still young..."
..
"What are doing here, Keita?" Froi Tiedoll asked as he glanced back to his youngest son who was gloomily doodling on his notebook. He was about to leave the house to work when he saw Keita slumped on the floor. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Allen-kun today?"
"He refused my help, oto-san," Keita answered despondently.
Tiedoll scrunched his brows. "Allen-kun refused?"
"Yeah."
"But there was no way he could finish cleaning Hinataro-san's garage, you know... that place is full of—"
"I know," Keita said.
"I wonder why he refused..." Tiedoll sighed, thinking. "Maybe he thought that a mere kid couldn't really do much help anyway..."
Keita pouted. He furiously stabbed his notebook with his pencil. "That wasn't it!" he yelled. "It was because of a certain jerk who said he wouldn't help!"
Tiedoll blinked; his mouth agape.
Somehow... he could already guess what happened.
He stared at the closed door of his oldest son's room.
"If I know that this would happen I wouldn't have asked for his freaking help!" Keita continued to yell, almost in tears. "This is all I could do for Allen-san and he freaking busted it! Now, Allen-san wouldn't ask for my help anymore!" he cried.
Tiedoll sighed. "That's not true, Keita," he said, brushing the dark hair of his son. "I'm sure Allen-kun will still ask for your help some other time. So, stop crying now."
"I'm not crying!" Keita barked, indignant.
Froi Tiedoll sweat dropped.
"Hai, hai," he cajoled.
These kids' tempers were really terrifying sometimes.
He looked outside their window and he couldn't help but be concern about the young grandson of the late Hanataro-san.
He just hoped Allen wouldn't do anything rash.
Maybe I should drop there before I go to work, Tiedoll thought as continued to pat Keita's head. I don't really think Allen-kun could handle all of that work given how painfully skinny and delicate he is.
TBC
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