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House Sitter	By : beygirllover123 Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade or any of the characters mentioned in this story! It is pure fandom and i dont intend to profit of them in any way

Chapter List
- 1-House Sitter
- 2-love in sparkling eyes or somthing else
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Chapter 1
House Sitting?
Rick sighed it was going to be a very long week. And why do ask. Well, because this was the week he was to be house sitting for some rich guy who's going out of town. And what is Rick Anderson tag team star of the American Championship team the PPB All Stars doing baby sitting some rich dudes house.
Well unlike the other members of his so called team Rick didnt have such a good upbringing. And learned a very early age that some time you have to deal with some pretty shady buisness people to go from chump to champ as fast as he did. Leon Saunders was just some guy he attempted to rob who showed him a better way. He was the first person to give him a chance. Introducing him to a high powered agent and to Mr. Dickinson himself. And this my friends is why Rick is here now. At this big ass mansion. House sitting.
Because Rick Anderson never goes back on his word and he always settles his debts. But that dosent mean he's gonna be happy about it. This is Rick were talking about here. And he sighed again, pulling his phone from his pocket swiping the screen to the earlier text message he'd resieved. Reading and rereading it.
#Saunders: Rick- come be the house at seven am. ill already be gone but the keys under the mat. Check the mail and water the flowers. Oh and do feed Angel for me, my pet does get lonley while im away. As for food; well you figure it out. Have a good time. Take good care of my home.
'Well here we go' he thought as he grabbed the key and unlocked the massive doors. Greeted by all white. White walls, white floors, white furniture, white everywhere! "What is this guy some sort of dirt freak?" He asked himself aloud before shrugging. Truthfully he was more than just a little peeved. For christ sakes this guys was like mega rich he could afford to hire a professional house sitter, what on earth did he ask him for.
Rick sighed for the upteenth time that day and set about doing his task. Contrary to popular opinion I-E his team mates, Rick was no procrastinator. No sir. He believed in getting the job done early and playing later. The less time he had to spend in this mans house the better.
He did each task, completing them with ease before stopping off in the kitchen tearing away his sweaty white tank top from his body, revealing hard muscle and tanned skin. And dousing himself with water. He glanced around finding it oddly quiet, but once again shrugged, and set about finding some sort of pet food in the massive amounts of cabinets and pantrys.
Pet food for this "Angel". Who he had yet to come across over the hours he'd spent in the lower levels of the home. Come to think of it He hadnt seen or heard in sign of an animal in the house at all. Wich was Curious, Yes. Was Rick concerned? No! He didnt have time and curiosity killed the cat after all, or the Bison in this particular case.
He gave up his search for food, he'd figure it out just as the message had said, and set about this time to find the illustrious Angel.
"Angel! AAAAAAnnngggeeelll! Where are ya you dumb animal?" He yelled as he searched the lower level again. "Ooh, this is great! first day on the job and I already lost the damn ani-" He stopped mid tyrade halting his movments at the bottom of the stairs looking up. He growled, running his hand through his white pony tail and began his tredge upward.
Stopping at each door, looking in the ones that werent dead bolted shut he searched. He'd almost given up when he came across a lone pale blue door at the end of a side halway. He could clearly see the large dead bolt, but unlike many of the others doors this particular room was unlocked. A large A was engraved on the front in gold cursive letters, and Rick hesitated. He felt like the main character in a horror film who's just about to reach the point where they find out something terrible. It was a feeling he couldnt shake and it almost seemed like the door was calling to him some how. Rick Anderson is many things but a coward isnt one of them. He was going in.
The white haired teen stomped over to the door, pausing mid reach for the handle. He had yet to shake that eerie feeling, but once again shook it off, reaching out and turning the knob pushing the door open a small crack. Expecting to be meeted by a hungry animal of some sort. That eerie feeling just increased as he heard noting just dead silence. And he exhaled shakily pushing the door all the way open, to find, well curious and curiouser.
No sign of any animal but then Rick had a feeling that of that. The room was dark, a few candles the only flickering light in the large room. Mass sculptures and other no doubt expensive works of art scattered the room. As well as antique furniture. Rick hesitantly walked in the room, and over to the large four post bed that was just across from the door, reaching out. Tan fingers brushing over the Black Satin bed spread.
Shuffling noises caused the white haired teens head to jerk up, eyes falled on a large moving mound at the head of the bed. Rick silently went around the bed to the mound of covers, shaking hand reaching out pulling away the blanket, and for the first time since he entered the large home realizing that he was not alone.
Because there engulfed in black silk sheets was a teen younger than him with pale silver hair, and even paler skin. Perfect pale white skin only blemished here and there by the occasional bruise, scar, or whelt. So white and so perfect he couldve been an angel. "Angel", in all its glory and Rick couldnt help but feel a tinge of anger at the silver handcuffs binding pale skinny wrist, small amounts of blood marring white skin. He was skinny, his ribs poking out, no alot. But still enough for the white haired teen to see in the low luminous lights of the room. And the fact that he was completly naked didnt superscede his beauty at all.
Because heedless of his nakedness was Rick, who could no longer resist the urge to see the beautiful Angels face. Reaching out a hand, and brushing away silver locks of hair.
"Wow!" He murmured seemingly in a state of awwe. Rosy pink lips were parted and pale cheeks were illumintaed in a soft yellow glow that only enhanced his angelicness. And Rick had the urge to reach out and kiss Bry-
Rick haulted standing up from the bed and backing away with wide eyes, exiting the room much faster than he'd entered that was for sure. Because while this was Leons, "Angel". He knew the boy as Bryan Kuetzov of the Russian beyblade team the Blitzkreig boys. A boy who had disappeard after the fall of BEGA nearly two years ago. The police had spent all their time questioning Borris of course. They didnt get much out of him either. Eccept for the occasional "you'll never see him again" or "he's being well cared for dont worry". No one believed them especiall the Blitz boys. And to this very day theyve never given up searching for him.
Rick was succesfully giving in to his inner turmoil. What should he do. Call the police? Call Kai? Call Mr. D? And what if Borris didnt take Bryan all those years ago, what if he just used the opportunity to torture them. What if Bryan left on his own. What if he wanted to be here? People have these weird Dom.-Relationships right? But then what if that wasnt the case what if Bryan didnt choose to come here, what if he was being held captive?
One more what if, one more question, one more everything Rick didnt have an answer for. But there were a few things he was very certain of. 1. Rick Anderson always settles his debts. 2.Rick Anderson is no coward. And third and most importantly Rick Anderson is as honorable as he can be. And if there is anything he can do for the silver haired teen he will. Because thats the honorable thing to do right?
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