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Plot..again;
Monica Jolie and Andrew Kutching were both celebrity's in the spotlight. They were a couple known for partying, drinking and getting into legal trouble. Monica was a singer which eventually led her to opening her own designer line of clothes and Andrew were a guitarist for a famous rockband. They were an on and off couple and each of them were also in other relations but what the media didn't know was that they had kids, not just together but with their other boy/girlfriends; and lots of them. They would abandon their kids in clubs, bars or on street corners late at night after they were born so no one would know. The kids would grow up on the street, be taken to orphanages or be adopted/taken in by families. The kids never knew that their parents were the wellknown Monica and Andrew but soon they would find out.
It was the 1st of July when Monica Jolie and Andrew Kutching were both found dead in an expensive hotel suite. The cause of their death seems to be a drug overdose. Now that they are dead, all of the kids have been tracked down and are being invited to the funeral. From there on, the oldest child would be incharge of the mansion and all of their parents inheritance. But living with complete strangers who are supposivly you siblings will be hard.
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Devin got into a cab as he carried the small suitcase that the socialworker had bought for him. It was filled with his only possesions that he hadn't left on the streets which were two pairs of shorts, a collared shirt and t-shirt and two pairs of socks. He nodded a thanks to her and the cab driver once he got to the funeral home. It didn't look too crowded yet since the actual service masses wouldn't start for another 30 minutes. He sat down on a bench outside of the home, awkwardly waiting for someone else to arrive.

Rob got off the private jet that The Boss had gotten especially for him, and got into the limo. Being part of the mafia had it's ups and its downs, but being rich was definitely an up.

As the limo pulled up, he got out and payed the guy a couple of hundreds, not even looking at it twice. The guy shuffled away a left, leaving Rob alone in the place. What is this place? A funeral home? he thought. Then he realized it was. Oh... it is... Shit this sucks. But he wasn't about to pity himself.

There was a guy waiting on a bench. He looked really poor, but he guessed that the guy was Monica's kid. "You her's? Or his?" he asked. He usually never used names - and gave nicknames to everyone.

Ben sighed as he got out of the taxi, the orphanage had been glad to get rid of him, and he had been glad to leave. With his single suitcase in one arm, and an invitation in the other, he sighed, and began to walk up to the building, never knowing how he had rich parents. He saw two other boys, about his age, and wondered if they were his brothers or half brothers. Cringing, he walked by them, hoping for them not to lash out at him, or insult him, for being in such not so nice clothes.

Devin looked up at the both, a bit startled. He noticed that his outfit looked expensive and made a mental note that he would he one to steal from.
"Both," He said. "Never knew 'em though so I don't really know what I'm doin' at some random people who abandoned me's funeral," Devin said.

Rob smiled, and noticed a guy about his age walk by, keeping his head down. "Hey you - get back here," he said with a slight Italian accent that he aquired from the mafia.

To the kid, he said, "Hey man, how old 'you anyway?" He caught him looking at what he was wearing and grinned, "Don't you think about it." chuckling under his breath and shaking his head slightly.

Rob saw some woman with another person in next to her. "It looks like it, doesn't it?" He asked. He dislike people who asked questions, especially stupid questions.

He noticed the girl next to the woman. Who the hell is she? Looks like she can't do anything! he thought. He glanced at the kid.

Cause of his current postion he was freaked out when some one knocked on the door. There was a knock. He looked out of the eyes hole. They looked bad, bad ass, like here to get some money. He had one unpaid debt. He was freaked. The floor creaked. "Sir we found your parents they're dead we are here to take you to they're funeral." He was alittle wierded out. "Okay I'll be out in a second." He slipped on his pants grabbed his coat and then opened the door. He walked out and the men escourted him down the stairs. They loaded him in a car and in thirty minutes he arrived at a funeral. He looekd at all the kids. "Holy... shit." He coughed at all the kids here. He walked up to the cassket. He fell backwards at the sight of his "parents". He coughed and then walked to the other side of the casskets not too many people there good, good. HE stood there and then sat in the wet grass.

Devin quickly looked away from the clothes. "Sorry," He said. "And I'm fourteen. How about you." He looked up at the girls coming over. "Yeah I am here for it," He said. "Why do you have a cane?" He asked the girl who must've been blind. Living without parents, was the cause of him being mannerless.

Rob laughed under his breath, "No problem man - I've come across a lot worse. I'm 17... What's your story?" he was the only one that could ask the questions. This guy, Devin, wasn't that bad - but it was the stupid questions that got to him. He burst out laughing at Devin's question, "Dude - she's blind." he said in front of her, in a semi-mocking voice.

"Left in some hotel, cleaning bitch took me in then I ran away when I noticed how strict she was. Kept my self going off of stealing," He said proudly. "Yours?"
"Oh. I knew that," Devin said looking at the girl.

"not bad, not bad. Mine is I was left on the streets and some hobo guy fed me till I was 7. Then like I left and at 13 I worked for mcdonalds. Then at 15 the mafia picked me up and since then I've been working for them." He shrugged as if it was nothing. He liked the kid, he was pretty cool. He looked at the girl and then at the sky.

Devin looked up at the guy. "Are you serious? The mafia? Man they're loaded!" Devin said in envy. "You're so lucky dude. Did they get you free stuff?" He asked but decided to stop asking questions, knowing he would annoy the guy.

HE was listening to a song by three days grace. He pulled a laptop out of his jacket. He started to type to the username KIttles. It was his best freind named Austin. Austin was some what of a pervert. He was kind of gay but still thought about sex with girls. "Perverted and slightly gay should be your ID." He typed fast and then hit enter. Austin who was a computer whiz tracked the signal. "Were the hell are you a funeral." Zetsumei laughed. "Yeah guess what I found out who my parents are." Austin could tell this was going to be great. "Yeah who Monica Jolie and Andrew Kutching?" He hit enter and then saw the reply. "Yeah no shit dude I nearly wet myself when i found out." Austin fell out of his chair. "Your kidding right?" No. flashed on the screen then filled the page. "Bullshit!" Austin replied to the seris of No's. "No." again filled the page. "Your serious." Tiny print apeared. "yes." Austin was shocked he never could tell he never knew "Holy shit." he whispered. "Cool........" A series of dots filled the page then another tiny yes.

Rob just nodded. "Yea - it was pretty sweet." He did get a lot of free stuff, free money, in exchange for his... services. "In exchange for... my services, i did get free stuff." He opened his jacket, revealing 2 guns, and a pocket full of money. He said, "Follow me," and lead Devin around the corner. He looked around before handing him the gun. "If we can get out of this, I'll hook you up." He liked the kid enough, and he would do a good job.

He saw two other kids. One opened his jacket. Zetsumei caught the hilt of a gun. He typed "BRB." And shut his laptop quitly and slip back into his jacket. He followed them. He gasped. He held his mouth shut. "Mafia shit shit shit." Ran through his head but he only owed a couple thousand dollars to the american mafia. He had an IDEA! he could maybe join this one and be safe? HE looked at the guy with the guns. "Who do you work for?" HE asked in fear yet didnt show it.

Devin followed Rob around the corner. "Thanks man," Devin said happily as he stuck the gun into his pocket. "Didn't catch your name though, sorry. Mine's Devin," He said. "But man are you serious that I have a chance with the mafia?" He asked.

Rob smiled, "I'm Rob. R.C for short..." he looked around. There was a guy there, who just asked who he worked for. "Who are you?" he asked straight out. He wasn't about to reveal information to someone he didn't know. he looked at Devin, "Yea - I seriously think you do... but don't talk for a sec."

Devin nodded when Rob told him not to talk. He made sure the gun was safe in his pocket and looked at R.C and the boy who seemed suspicious.

"Your brother half brother cuson who the fuck nows right now but im your family and you can trust me cause its what family does." He smiled and walked twards them. 'Please dont shoot, Please dont shoot." He smiled then said. "Then agian i would love to be part of your extended family. For security reasons he had a deagle stuffed in the back of his pants.