YOUR NUMBER ONE

Summary: Tokiya found out that Fuuko is not anymore the ordinary "monkey" he met. Yet, as his hidden love kept for years started to burst and reveal, he discovered that there was someone better than him. Who will be Fuuko's number one?

History: This song is the single of the 2004 album of Wallace Huo, "Ni Di Di Yi." Though this is the theme song of an ancient Chinese drama, I didn't ever base this story from it.

A/n: Be warned, the characters can get OOC, especially the other one (who will be revealed, it's a love triangle). BTW, if you notice that my writing technique is the same as another, I'll tell you that I have another account. This is my second time in using this account because I just want to change. Try to guess, who am I?

YOUR NUMBER ONE

After seeing you for the first time
I can't leave you at all.
You don't understand this kind of pain.
If this was life, I am willing to decide.
You shouldn't finalize your decision as rejection.
I and him, what difference is it?
How can it compare to love's intense?

Can't pull out this pain.
I just hope you'd make me understand a bit.
What love wants can't be completely incomplete.
I just need to become your heart's number one.
How come your eyes show hesitance?

Without you, I am ruined.
Doesn't matter who is the world's number one
I just want to be forever your heart's only one.
Can I have this honor

to hug you tight?

How can I annihilate this feeling? It renders me.
How do I solve this complication of love?
I won't draw back.

"Yes, I have to send her to you," Madame Shirowa said.

Her General Manager bowed low. "Why?"

"After her parents died, I have to adopt her. She and her little sister," the CEO said sadly. "She would be staying here in Japan to train. Her sister was still in there," Madame Shirowa said. "Since I have to go back to the States, she has to live with you so that you can train her for her would-be position in my American hotel branch.

"I understand, ma'am," the General Manager replied, still, his eyes on the floor.

"I trust you so much that I trust you to protect her. Since she is now my daughter, her life would be in danger. She's in low-profile now, and you may not recognize her entirely." She took an envelope and gave it to him. "I think her sister will be joining her for a week, for her vacation. She misses Japan," she chuckled.

The man had no choice but to chuckle a little too. He opened the envelope and a picture came out. Also, an ID-like pass was inside the envelope. "What is this, Madame?"

The woman laughed. "The lady lives a dangerous life and she'll only go with the one with the pass. You have to take care of that."

"When will be her arrival?" the General Manager asked.

"Tomorrow. But before that, I want you to accompany her on her vacation in Yokohama," Madame Shirowa said. "You'll wait in the airport. Someone will get you."

"Yes, Madame," the man replied.

"The girl will be using her English name. It is Wendellyn Shirowa, understand?" The man nodded in an understandable note. "Good, you may go now," she bade. "Remember how I trust you, Mr. Mikagami."

The man bowed low, stood up, bowed low again, and got out of the room.

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"Are you the one sent by Madame Shirowa?" a man asked in black as he saw the General Manager. "The pass?"

Tokiya showed his pass and hid it behind his suit. Silently, he followed the guard until they reached a small, private plane. He climbed aboard. There was a door connecting to the room where the pampered lady was.

"Surely, this is a spoiled brat," Tokiya thought, sneering at the idea. He was imagining the lady's composure when the guard who took him knocked on the door and started to speak. "Senorita Wendy, el hombre ha llegado."

"Si, si," the voice said. "Déjelo por favor adentro," she requested.

Tokiya frowned. "What's the point of speaking some other language when we're in Japan?" he thought. He noticed, however, that her perfect Spanish accent was somewhat in with their mother tongue.

"Senorita Wendy requests you to enter," the guard said.

Tokiya was reluctant to open the door because he was shuddering in disgust on the girl. "Well, if I don't work for Madame Shirowa…" he grunted.

It seems like the girl was getting impatient. "Hey, porqué no es él...?" she started, but abruptly stopped when she saw the man.

Even though she was a little haughty, Tokiya caught sight of an action-packed woman. She had a black bonnet on her black layered hair laying on her shoulders to her chest, black-and-white popstar top, Brohemian skirt (a/n: or whatever we call the skirt that is really on trend these days, that's what my classmates call it), and boots. Her eyes were covered with light brown shades.

"You must be the General Manager," the woman said, taking his hand and shaking it. "Sit down, please," she offered, enthusiastically taking him to a couch.

"Miss Shirowa," Tokiya said with pride, "The CEO sent me here to take care of you and teach you."

The girl seemed to roll her eyes behind the shades. "Madre, madre. Ella está consiguiendo un poco nosy, ¿no es ella?" she said, seemed to be asking his opinion. "Of all the people," she thought hopelessly. However, she smirked. "I'll play," she thought naughtily.

"Pardon?" Tokiya asked her stupidly.

The girl, who was about to sip wine from her glass, stopped, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Don't mind about that, Mr. Mikagami. I'm getting bored."

Tokiya tried to look away from her, who started to get to her unlady-like attitudes.

"You know, Mr. Mikagami, I'm getting annoyed if someone in front of me is too quiet," the girl said, shifting her hair from this side to that. "Are you sure you're okay? Or are you too frightened to speak?"

Tokiya was getting annoyed that he decided to release his feelings. "You know, you're like a monkey I knew," he said calmly, as though it was normal for a General Manager to speak ill of his boss's heiress.

Wendellyn smiled, that turned out to be a smirk. "What a nice thing to say," she said, as though it was nothing. "Tell me about the monkey, come on," she said nicely, though there was an air of order.

Tokiya started to tell everything annoying about the monkey, Fuuko. It was making him breath evenly, like coughing out a large bit of phlegm.

"She is one of the most annoying brats I've ever met!" Tokiya finished.

"Now, now," the princess said, offering him a glass of wine, "Please don't go berserk like that, Mi-chan," the girl said, laughing a little.

"What?" Tokiya exclaimed, totally bewildered. Only one person calls him like that. A person he sorely missed…

"You should not speak ill about the chairman of Aereal Group of Companies," she said, removing her shades. "Shirowa Fuuko," she added, smirking and raising one of her eyebrows.

a/n: I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good… so please review.