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Prologue

Prologue

"Chay, I'm really not sure that it's a good idea," Porsche says after contemplating his brother's idea for a while. He runs his hands through his hair with a sympathetic expression, as he leans further back on the couch in his and Kinn's sitting room, the city lights shining in from the otherwise dark night through the large windows. Porsche's expensive suit and white shirt forms a contrast with the sofa and he very much looks the part of a rich mafia heir.

"Why?" Porchay is slightly frustrated by how the talk is going so far but not angry, yet. They have only recently started to talk more again. Porsche tries to explain himself more and have more time and Porchay tries not to let his anger destroy his own life and his brother's by association. He's stopped partying, drinking and smoking for the most part, even though he still dyes his hair sometimes.

"Several reasons. For one there is no security at the house and we've both been abducted from there at different times. I don't want that to happen again. Then the house has been empty now for nearly a year and it was in need of renovations before. It needs work, a lot of it, especially the downstairs area and the bathrooms. We never had money, so we just somehow fixed whatever was broken in the way we could. But mainly, I don't want you living alone, Chay. I'd miss you."

Porchay nods and thinks about what his brother just said. "Hia, we have the money to fix it now. And it's not like I want some luxurious renovations. I have the time before school starts for me and I helped you in the past. I literally have nothing to do all day and I am going crazy. I can't go out anymore like I used to before you joined Kinn. I also don't want to continue the way I've been living for the last months. You have to work all day and sometimes all night and I am stuck here in a house that feels like a golden cage. It's like I'm a prisoner in here, just like mom is. I don't know anyone, everyone around me either works for you and Kinn or is related to Kinn. I am scared of touching things, because everything is so shiny and expensive... I Just... I don't belong here, Porsche. Please, hia, let me go home." At the end of the argument, Porchay is nearly begging, revealing his innermost feelings about how lost he is still feeling.

"What about ma?" Porsche asks a bit helplessly.

"She can visit if she feels up to it. It's not like she's really a part of my life in here." It's harsh, but it's the truth.

"Chay..." Porsche sighs, but doesn't really have more to say. Porchay is right after all. Even after months of knowing their mother is alive, there is no relationship between Porchay and his mother. She doesn't react to him and he doesn't remember her. It's just one more moment in his life, where Porchay thinks he is unlucky. What are the odds of finding out your mother is alive when you thought her dead for nearly two decades and then she doesn't even remember you or want anything to do with you?

"And you can come and visit all the time? You can install a security system before I start the renovations. But please, hia, pleeeease, let me renovate our house and move back there. Please don't make me live here any longer. And like... even if I just moved to the dorms for school, I'd still be living on my own." Now Porchay is openly begging. And really, they both know that there is nothing Porsche can do, if Porchay really decides to move back to their old house. It belongs to both of them and if Porchay has to get a job to pay for living there, then he will. Not that it's really possible with the life Porsche has chosen for them. Or the life they were born into, judging by his mother's family ties. Porchay has come to understand that neither of them ever had a chance not to be a part of this. So there is no sense in blaming for Porsche for it.

Porsche sighs again, loudly. "Fine. I'll talk to Kinn about it."

Finally a smile spreads on Porchay's face and he leans forward to hug his brother. He knows he has won. "Thank you, hia!"