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“What’s the best way to gain a big amount of cash in a little time?”
The two blonds of the trio didn’t lift their eyes from the two thousand pieces jigsaw puzzle they were doing before answering their friend.
“Robbery.” “Prostitution.”
Hakkai let himself fall backward on the bed where he was sitting and sighed loudly. He stayed motionless for a few seconds before wailing and tossing on the mattress. Takemichi glanced at him before focusing back on his work.
“Why would you need money when your family’s loaded?” he asked before scoffing, “Mister lives in a penthouse but needs money uh? That’s so sad.”
“Taiju froze my bank account because I was apparently “spending too much money on shitty fucking clothes” and blah blah blah. God, he’s not even living with us anymore but he’s still a fucking pain.” Chifuyu snickered at him.
“I don’t blame him: more than one thousand bucks for a pair of shoes? I mean, c’mon Hakkai you see the problem.”
“Hey,” The dark blue-haired teen straightened his upper body and lifted a foot to present his sneakers, “these babies are a limited vintage edition y’know! These are some of the first pairs Peter Moore worked on and they're fucking customize too. One thousand bucks ain’t nothing with the sentimental value I have on them.” He scowled before letting himself fall back on his initial position.
“Actually,” Takemichi finally lifted his eyes from the puzzle to look at Hakkai, “I also need some cash: summer break is approaching and I refuse to live like a beggar. Chifuyu, you don’t need money ?”
“Dude, tell me about it: Peke J is inhaling all my savings. I won’t keep up for much longer.”
They collectively sighed before a comfortable silence took place. The trio members were all thinking about the best way to gain money before their summer vacation started, they only had two and a half months before their break and part-time jobs were out of order with the whole being-gang-members thing.
“What if we sell something?” suggested Takemichi.
“Yeah but what? Nothing’s gonna give us enough money…” sighed Hakkai.
Chifuyu suddenly lifted himself while slapping his hands on the table, startling his two best friends and partially destroying the puzzle. Takemichi cursed loudly and Hakkai just lifted a brow at him.
“Fuyu my puzzle! Our baby!”
“Sorry Mitchy but I may have found the solution to our money problem.” he dismissed the blond quickly and started rumbling, “It’s so simple, why didn’t I think of it! We’ll need Koko’s help though... ”
“What for ?” questioned the now half-sitten Hakkai.
“Get your boots cuz we’re going spring gardening.” He grinned widely at the two boys' puzzled expressions.
“That’s it. I’m gonna burn down the triplets stupid garden.”
Mitsuya abandoned his fashion magazine to focus his attention on Baji who let himself fall on the box next to him. Most of the upper Toman members were in Draken atelier to hang out and the long-haired teen just arrived grumpier than ever.
“Why? It's a good thing they have another hobby from Toman. Kinda relax their mind y’know? Like me with sewing.”
The black-haired teen frowned before putting his hands deeper into his pocket.
“Yeah, yeah but every time I try to do something with Chifuyu he needs to be at this stupid piece of dirt. It’s been a month and a half! I mean, the fuck do they need three people to grow things ?! Aren’t flowers and shit supposed to only need sun and water?!”
Mitsuya rolled his eyes before taking back his revue.
“Four people. Koko’s helping them too.” intervened Draken from under the car he was fixing.
“What? Koko? ” He made a face. “Shit, they would rather be with Koko ? I feel like dirt now.”
“You’re being dramatic Baji.” Mitsuya sighed before turning to the next page of his magazine. This fabric looked good and cheap, maybe he should order some…
“I think it’s cute how much they’re invested. Kinda makes me want to see what it looks like.” This time it was Smiley who intervened from the couch where he was eating his instant ramen. “I should ask Souya if he finally saw it.”
“Souya’s in it too?”
“Mmh, delivering the goods to Koko I t’chink.” lazily answered the pink-haired male around a mouthful of noodles. He slurped before continuing, “They had him load a shit ton of boxes written “triplet’s garden” on it on the cart behind his bike. He wasn’t allowed to look inside though.”
“Now that you’re talking about it,” Draken slipped himself from under the car and redressed himself to clean his hand on a nearby rag, “did anyone actually see this garden or what they’ve been selling to Koko?”
They all answered negatively before turning their head at the loud sound of the door bursting open. Standing with his arms crossed and pouting like a little kid, Mikey advanced in the workshop not caring about his noisy entrance or closing the door or even greeting them but, well, it was Mikey. The commander plotted himself on the nearby couch and before grumbling “ ’m gonna burn down the triplets stupid garden. ”
“Oh my God!” groaned Mitsuya, “Will you all just stop talking about this stupid garden: it’s just a nice and harmless way to make a little cash! Let the poor kids have fun and get money!”
“But–”
“Shut. The fuck up. I don’t want to hear another word about this or we'll take this outside and commander or not, I promise that I will hurt you Mikey.”
Okay, so maybe Mitsuya was wrong about the term “a little cash” judging by the suitcase full of cash that Koko brought to the triplets at the end of the gang meeting.
A breathless “ What the fuck? ” escaped his lips at the sight of the numerous bills of ten thousand yens in the briefcase before Koko slapped it close as quickly as he opened it in front of the triplets. He handed them the cash before explaining something to them that had them frowning before scowling. The Black Dragons captain shrugged while sighing about “ lost potential ” before leaving without even glancing at the rest of them.
Surprisingly, Sanzu was the first one to approach them to ask why the hell Koko was giving them so much cash.
“It’s the money from the garden duh.” answered Chifuyu while counting their money without a care in the world, “Angry, your part.” He was waving a thick bundle at the blue-haired twin before throwing him. He caught it with wide eyes before counting the several bills.
“Hey Chifuyu, that’s way too m—” his protest was cut short by his big brother who slapped him on the head before counting again the stack. Mitsuya was pretty sure Smiley was even more smiling.
“Oi.”
They collectively turned their heads at the sound of Draken's voice. He eyed the triplets and their mallet suspiciously.
“Tomorrow morning. You’re showing us your garden and it better be fucking vegetables you’re growing.”
They didn’t miss the nervous smile they threw at him before leaving the shrine while furiously whisper-yelling between them.
The next morning, they were all in front of Takemitchy’s porch at ten in the morning because apparently everyone wanted to know how the hell could a garden owned by three teenagers make so much money?
Unsurprisingly, the triplets opened the door before showing them to the back of the house where big containers with drawers were taking half of the space in the little garden. They pulled one of the big drawers and let them lean over to take a look at the water.
“You’re growing...beans?” asked Baji while squinting his eyes at the sight of millions of little plants.
“Duckweed.” corrected Chifuyu, “They’re Wolffie: it’s cheap and grows fast,” he explained robotically.
“Where did you find all of this anyway?” This time it was Mucho who asked while looking at the other containers.
“We asked Koko.”
Mucho hummed in response before taking a look around the garden.
“And he helped you grow and sell this shit and that's what gave you so much money?” he continued.
“What the fuck is your problem with that Mucho?” defended aggressively Hakkai. The teen was following him with his eyes since the beginning. “Don’t go and copy us. We need the money.” Mucho dismissed him before going back inside the house to ask Takemichi for drinks.
“Well that was boring and not exciting at all !” complained Mikey while stretching himself, “Thought you were selling weed or something like that with how secretive you were about the whole thing.” Hakkai and Chifuyu laughed nervously before pushing them all inside for breakfast.
They all seated themselves in various places in the living room while the triplets were searching for food in the kitchen. Then Kazutora decided to be a little kid and decided to wander in the house, bored and hungry. They let him explore and focused on whatever they were discussing.
When the three teens came back with various trays full of food, they noticed his absence.
“Where’s Kazutora-kun?” asked Takemichi while zigzagging between them to set the food on the table.
“Probably in your room by now,” answered Mikey while munching on his piece of bread.
Chifuyu dropped his tray on the ground, Hakkai spilled the juice he was serving, and Takemichi stopped his action.
“My room?” he murmured. They collectively paled at the nod from Draken and glanced at each other.
“We’re dead.” Chifuyu slapped his hand on his face.
“Why would you—”
“WEED! THEY’RE GROWING WEED IN HIS ROOM WHAT THE FUCK ?!”
The accusation screamed by Kazutora made Hakkai drop his head on the table and Hanagaki chuckled nervously at Draken’s glare.
“Oh, you're gonna wish you were dead.” hissed Mitsuya.
They groaned.