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Smiling he said goodbye to Ambrose and turned as Tomias spoke. Mosi laughed. "I'm cuter than you." He gave a shrug and skipped out of the office as well to go and find his father.

The week went by quickly and before he knew it, it was Friday. He dressed in a dress that matched his hair nicely, and a pair of pretty shoes to match. He was waiting in Tomias' office when the last bell rang, right leg draped over his left and his foot bouncing a bit with anticipation.
 
Ambrose was far too giddy about their little 'date'. It was not a true one. He told him it was nothing but friends, but he could not help but to be nervous. He really, really could not. Though, things were made better by the outfit his Uncle Relic made for him. It fit his slender form beautifully. He even fixed his hair with a bit of product to make him look better. While it made him feel good outwardly, it did not help the butterflies that were stirring in his belly.

Moving through the halls, he found the pinkette and smiled even more. "You look gorgeous!" He stated with a giggle and blush to his cheeks.
 
Mosi stood as Ambrose entered the office, and blushed slightly with the compliment. "As do you." He fidgited with his hands a little before taking a deep breath and offering his arm to the younger male. "Shall we? You have the tickets, yes?" After the confirmation that the tickets had not been left at home, the pink-haired male smiled and lead the teen out to his Benz. Mosi opened the passenger door for Ambrose and then slid into the driver's seat. "Buckle up!" He had definitely inherited his grandmother's love of speed.
 
THAT was his car!? His eyes went wide as he stared at the gorgeous thing in front of him. "Wow." he whispered, blushing even more while sliding into the car. He looked around as he buckled up. "This is... gorgeous!!" he stated, eyes sparkling while he turned to look at the male, smiling even more. "You bought this? Like... with your own money?"
 
Mosi was entertained by Ambrose's reaction and he laughed with the question. "No. Grandmother and Grandfather gave this to me for my thirtieth birthday. Though I could have bought it myself if I chose to, I suppose." He didn't like thinking about his bank accounts because he didn't like to remember how he'd gotten his money. After a few moments, the pink haired man shook his head and took off out of the parking lot and onto the streets.
 
Thirtieth?! The boy turned to him with wide eyes as he did so. "Um... H-how old... are... are you?" He asked softly, not sure if it was a touchy subject or not. If he was over thirty, he definitely did not look it. He assumed he was twenties...
 
He chuckled. "Older than thirty," he answered evasively. They drove through the streets, talking about school and the boys he'd met there and why they weren't friends material. It didn't take long to get to the restaurant-the show didn't start until eight and it was only barely four-and be seated in the back corner of the dining room.
 
Ambrose pouted. That did not help. He bit his bottom lip before turning to look out the window. Wow. He was in a Benz! And a gorgeous one at that. He just could not believe how awesome this night was going already. He turned back to the other ,happily talking about his classes and everything else the other was questioning him about. He smiled a little bit more when the car stopped.

Stepping out, he tugged the bottom of his shirt, trailing his fingers over the white frills to get them a little neater from the car ride.He then followed to the booth, smiling a little bit more. "This is ... lovely." He stated, eyes traveling over everything with quite the bit of intrigue.
 
The dinner had been going well. They were talking about things that were not school related! Turned out, they had quite a bit in common with each other. It was great! Of course, all good things seem to come to an end, right?

Bursting in through the restaurant, a loud "WHERE IS HE?!" Could be heard, followed by quite the many angry footsteps. Marching through the tables, a pissed-off blond woman stood. Clearly not aging well and the fuming and pissed off look she had was only making that more obvious. "You little skank!" She shrieked upon seeing Ambrose. She took a hold of the front of his shirt. Pulling him up from his seat and slapping his cheek. "You want him for yourself! I should have KNOWN you would do that! That's why you put me away! You wanted him! you took him from me! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" She then sent another hand soaring to his cheek.

Ambrose squeaked, cowering instantly. "MOM! That... tHat's not the case! I I didn't! I didn't! I swear I didn't!"
 
Their dinner was going quite well and Mosi found himself having a lot of fun. Ambrose was interesting and able to hold a conversation, which most boys his age were not capable of. They chatted of school at first, but that branched into other interests that they held and that, almost, surprised Mosi most of all.

Really it was the woman who surprised him and he was up in a flash and between the woman and Ambrose after prying her hands out of his shirt. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, madame, but striking your son is not going to get you anywhere." He was only an inch taller than the woman, and he was in heels. It didn't matter. He wasn't going to let Ambrose be struck again. "I suggest you leave before I have the management call the cops."
 
Ambrose gasped as he was shoved aside. Hiding behind Mosi and delicately placing a hand to his cheek. He winced though. Already there was a lovely hand-sized bruise forming on his cheek and he was not very happy with it. It hurt!

The woman huffed. Her form straightening as she glared at the kid in front of her. "Listen boy. Don't you dare tell me how to raise me whore of a child! he's the little tramp that stole my Tomias. He's MINE! and that little ungrateful brat locked me away just so that he could have him all to himself! Don't you dare get in the way of this! He deserves much worse than a few slaps."
 
Really, Mosi couldn't help the little giggle. "Tomias has been married to Nikkos for like. Seventy years. Probably more. I highly doubt that he has ever been yours." He shook his head and reached back, his hand coming to rest on Ambrose's hip to ensure that he was there and alright before dropping to his side again. "Now. You're going to leave, yes? Or will you be taken away?" The pink-haired man signaled for the manager, who came rushing over to help in any way he could.
 
She glared at the kid, growling a bit more. "No. He hasn't. They're just together to spite me. To make me jealous. That's all!"

Ambrose stepped closer to Mosi. His face buried into his back for a few moments before he took in a deep breath. "Excuse me." he whispered. Lightly, he pulled Mosi out of the way and stood in front of the other. He looked up at his mother and shook his head a bit. "No, mom. That's not the case. You know this. Tomias is a kind man and you do not deserve to even look at him." He straightened out his form to attempt and look stronger. "Please leave."

The woman growled. This time, her right hand came out, slapping his cheek and leaving quite the stinging marks from her nails on his flesh. "don't you DARE talk to me like that, you little whore!"

"All right." he whispered before straightening his form. With a few whispered words, both eyes glowed that magnificent pink that his one normally always was. WIthin seconds, the woman was detained by a white jacket that wrapped around her and locked with padlocks on the back of it. "They're here. Good bye mother." At that, and a few more words, the woman disappeared. The ravenette stood still for a few moments. blinking a few times to get his eyes back to normal and collapsing backwards.
 
He stepped back when prompted and watched. He was astounded, really. Mosi had no idea that Ambrose held such power or control. And before those thoughts had passed through his head, the boy was collapsing into him. Mosi caught him easily and lifted him into his arms. "Put the bill on my credit card please," he instructed the manager, who nodded. Mosi left the restaurant and settled Ambrose in his car, strapping him in securely and beginning his careful drive back to Tomias' house.
 
Ambrose was only out cold for twenty minutes. When he opened his eyes, he looked out the window for a short while. Staring before he gasped. Turning to hte side, he looked at Mosi with pathetic eyes. "But ... we're going to miss the Nutcracker." he whispered, chewing his bottom lip as he stared at the man for a while. He had wanted, and was looking forward to, going to the ballet with him. It was supposed to be great! Then his mother had to ruin it. Not to mention it looked like he was beaten up. Not to bad. A bruise on one cheek, then scratches on the other.
 
"Your health is more important," he answered, reaching over to pat his knee. "We'll go some other time." It was a promise. "Besides, Grandmother can heal those cuts and bruises for you. You wouldn't want to show up to school on Monday with those nasty marks." Mosi smiled at the teen and pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car and opening the door for Ambrose. "Come on. We'll get Rune on the way to your father's house."
 
he bit his lip once more and sighed softly. "I'm fine. I really am." he stated, sliding out of the car. He took a few steps, only to collapse against the other's form. "maybe...not." He whispered, head burying into the side of the other's neck. He sighed softly as he did so. His arms wrapped around the other's torso, hugging him against his form as he blushed horribly. "I.. don't think I can walk."
 
Mosi caught him and easily lifted him, cradling Ambrose to his chest. "I'm not surprised." He smiled a little and carried him towards the middle portion of the house, calling out for his grandmother, both verbally and mentally. He didn't bother knocking and instead just let himself into the house and headed for the living room, calling for Tomias. Ambrose was laid on the sofa carefully.
 
Ambrose sighed softly. Sinking into the cushions, he groaned a bit more. "Tonight was supposed to go better." He stated, eyes looking up at the other with quite the pathetic look to his features.

Rune easily made his way to the living room, shoving his brother over the banister and not even caring as the man fell to the next floor. he skipped over to the living room, chuckling with the cursing he heard from the other room. "Oooh Mias. you make it too easy." he smirked before looking at the kid on teh couch. "Wow Mosi. Rough, much?"
 
Mosi laughed at Tomias, unable to help it. He reached up and smacked Rune across the back of the head while rolling his eyes. "His mother showed up. If you think yours is crazy...well she's a psychiatrist by comparison." The pink haired man relayed the rantings of the woman to Tomias, glad that Nikkos wasn't in the room because he likely would have sought her out to hurt her.
 
Rune rolled her eyes. "My mother's a different sort of crazy.' He clarified before looking down at Ambrose. "You see a white haired woman with blue eyes come toward you... run. she's nuts." he nodded before leaning over to heal the wounds the other now had.

Tomias growled a little bit before looking at his write. "OI! YOU BROKE MY WRIST!" he yelled, marching into the living room and kicking his little brother's ankle "Fix it!" he shouted, holding the limp thing out to the man.

Rune stared for a while before sighing "fine fine." he took the hand and wrapped both his hands aroudn the wrist. After a few moments, it was back to normal and both paid attention to Mosi and what he was telling them.

"What the fuck?" Mias's brows furrowed as he listened. "That'... ridiculous." he turned to Ambrose and nodded. "You're staying with us from now on. you can't protest. I'll only whine and get my way in the long run."
 
Nikkos walked into the room in the middle of Mias' tirade. He wrapped his arms around the man's waist from behind. "What's ridiculous? Who's staying with us?" He looked over his shoulder (best he could, anyway-he was still much shorter than his husband). "Why are you two home already?" The brunette was highly confused.
 
Tomias huffed a few times. Turning to his husband, he pressed a kiss to his lips and then pulled back. 'Ambrose is living with us from now on. His mother's a bloody psycho. 'sides! I'm sure he wants any reason to get closer to Mosi." he smirked and turned to see the boy blushing even more.

Ambrose sunk lower into the cushion, burying his face into his hands and just wishing this was not the current topic of conversation.
 
Mosi laughed, easily reading the highly broadcast thoughts. "You will never escape Tomias' torture. No matter where you live. He lives to torture his children relentlessly, from the day he pops them out." The pink haired man kissed his grandmother and uncles on the cheek and then Ambrose, too. "Feel better, hmm? I'll be back. I'm going to change and I'll pick up a movie for us to watch instead."
 
Ambrose looked over at the male, whimpering softly. Why was he leaving him alone with these men?! They were so mean! It was a loving-mean, but mean nonetheless. He sunk lower into the cushion at the kiss. His cheeks flared up once more. Turning onto his side, he buried his face into the back of the couch, whimpering a little more. Oooh. Why was this happening?!
 
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