The oak doors crashed open as I charged through, my step unfaltering when my father's indifferent gaze met my own. I slammed my hands upon his desk and glared down at him, the blood coursing through my veins boiling with hatred.
"How dare you?" I breathed angrily, clenching my fists. "How dare you?!" I slammed my fists once more upon his desk and pushed away, feeling unwanted tears push through. I would not cry in front of this man. I could not. There was no room in this household – and my heart – for more tears.
"Mallory, darling; I was just about to call for you. But since you're already here, we can discuss a very pressing issue concerning you and the future of this company." He said calmly, ignoring my outbreak and forcing me to stop my angry march out the door. Just breathe, Mallory. Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out….
I turned to my father, who sat comfortably in his over-stuffed leather chair, elbows propped up on his hand-crafted mahogany desk and fingers pressed together in a tent. He looked smug, but he always looked like that when he knew he was going to win.
"What I wanted to discuss with you was your upcoming wedding to a business associate of mine, but more specifically, your marriage to his youngest son. Now, I have made plans -"
"I'm not marrying him." I interrupted, feeling my resolve to defy him strengthen.
"I'm sorry?" He said, as if he didn't hear me.
"I'm not marrying him. I refuse." I repeated, crossing my arms and lifting my chin a bit. My father sighed, removing his wire-rimmed glasses and setting them aside. His mossy green eyes bore into me, and I knew right then that I was going to lose this argument. But I stood tall, refusing to back down so easily.
"Mallory, you are in no position to refuse. My associate and I have already pre-arranged this marriage long before either of you were born. There's no backing out now and his son has already agreed to the marriage." He leaned forward, challenging me to refuse again. I glared at him, trying to think of some kind of retort or excuse. None came and I felt the ground I had against this marriage crumbling. My father smirked, knowing he was victorious, for now.
"Regardless of how you feel about the young man, you're marrying him." He leaned back, shuffling papers with the satisfied grin sill plastered on his thin lips. Arrogant, hypocritical, hot-headed weasel of a father…. I thought acidly.
"Now, as I was saying before you interrupted me, I have made plans with his father for you to travel to his country to meet with him and stay with his household for the summer. I have also made arrangements for you to continue your last year of school at his. You're in all the same classes, so that will give you both time to get to know each other better before your wedding the following summer." He stood then, grabbing some books and papers with him, and he looked even more pleased as I gaped at him.
"This… This is absurd, father! You can't force me to marry someone I hardly know or love, just so you can move up in the business world!" I cried, following him as he walked around his office and replaced the books in his arms to their homes. He sighed, turning to tower over me with an annoyed look in his eyes.
"Mallory, think of this marriage as another stepping stone for your own future in this company. Forget about love, there's no need for it. But, in time, I am sure you will love him just as your mother learned to love me." He turned away, placing one last book on the shelf before returning to his desk.
I stood stock still, feeling like he had just slapped me. He had to pull out the mother card, didn't he? I thought sadly, remembering my deceased mother. Why must he bring her into all our arguments? She wasn't here anymore. She had no say. But he knew by throwing my mother in my face, I could be easily swayed to do anything he wanted me to do. No wonder he looked smug…. I shook my head and turned back to him. He looked to be reading through a contract.
I breathed deeply before walking over to him, thinking of a plan. I cleared my throat to capture his attention and I straightened when he looked up at me curiously.
"Father, I have an idea." I said lamely. I mentally cringed when he chuckled at my pathetic opening statement, but I ploughed forward. "I will agree to going away to meet him and his family, as well as going to school there. But I will only go on one condition: I choose the wedding date, as well as where it will take place." My father stared at me, his face an unreadable mask except for that cocky grin. He was thinking this through, which for me, was a seemingly good thing. But you're not in the clear yet, Mallory. Don't get your hopes up. I pushed aside the discouraging thoughts and waited for my father's reply. His grin had been replaced by a frown, and I knew then that I had won. He knew that if he refused this proposal, there was nothing he could say or do that would make me get on a plane to marry some foreign stranger. Now he had to decide if this condition of mine was worth the wait for a stronger business relationship.
"Fine, I agree to your condition, but you're leaving tomorrow for Japan instead of next month." He said quickly, standing again and moving towards the doors.
My world suddenly felt like it had collapsed. Tomorrow? Japan?! I turned and ran after my father, hoping to prolong my departure somehow.
"Father, please. Be reasonable. I can't just hop on a plane for Japan. I haven't even packed yet and we'd have to wait for at least a week for my ticket and -"
"No excuses, Mallory. I'll send Mable to your room to help you pack. As for your ticket, I'll make a few calls tonight. By tomorrow afternoon, you'll be halfway to Japan. I'll arrange for your fiancé to pick you up at the airport. Now, go pack." I stopped in the hallway and watched as my father continued walking. I clenched and unclenched my hands, trying my hardest not to scream or smash something.
"Incompetent, selfish, two-faced, little weasel of a man." I murmured angrily, turning on my heel to the front door. Mable appeared and bowed. I stopped in front of her, forcing myself to soften my expression.
"Miss Mallory. I have been sent to -"
"I know Mable. You can start packing all my clothes. I'm going out to grab a few things." I waved a dismissive hand at her and grabbed my car keys from the hook. I slipped my shoes on and stormed out to the garage.
Maybe shopping for a few new outfits using my father's credit card will help lift my mood. I smiled wickedly and hurried to get away from the house.
The annoying alarm clock rang and I jumped awake. I glanced at the clock: 3am. I groaned and turned the alarm off, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. What an ungodly hour to get up! Sleepily, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I had three hours until I had to leave the house for the forty minute drive to the airport, and then another two hours until my private jet actually took off. But my father had insisted, no, more like ordered me to wake up with enough time to get ready, take my bags down to the limo, and say good-bye to the household. Tch, I bet you anything he only wanted you up to give you a list of things of what not to say or do that would humiliate him and his company. Typical.
I shook my head and undressed, hopping into the scalding hot shower and washing away my worries. I was still angry and peeved that I was being shipped off to some country to marry a man I hardly knew, but I had nothing to worry about. Worry would turn into fear, and fear was a sign of weakness. And there's no room for any kind of weakness.
Dressing quickly, I then led my large suitcase and medium sized carry-on downstairs. Halfway down, I was hit by the tantalizing smell of eggs and toast, and then the mouth-watering smell of bacon. My stomach growled and I rushed towards the kitchen, discarding my bags.
Inside the large kitchen, Matilda our African-American cook, stood at the oven, peering in to see how the bacon was doing. I breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of her cooking.
"Chil', stop yo'r gawking and git yo'self a plate. This bacon will be ready in a jiffy!" Matilda said, her man-sized hands resting on her beefy hips. I smiled at her and grabbed a plate, my mouth still watering as I edged closer to the breakfast spread.
There was at least seven different plates, all piled high with scrambled eggs (my personal favorite), toast, an assortment of fruit, biscuits, and jams. This was by far the most extravagant breakfast Matilda had ever made, especially for just one person.
Without wasting another second, I started piling food onto my plate, throwing aside all manners and decorum. I grabbed two triangular halves of toast and stuffed them in my mouth, then continued putting food on my plate.
"Mallory Bradford, if you's keep on eatin' like that, you ain't gonna fit yo' weddin' dress." Matilda chuckled from behind me. I turned to her, wiggling my eyebrows at the idea. She waved her large palm at me, saying that I was crazy. I turned back to my food and continued eating.
A blast of heat made me shiver, but I smelt the bacon closer at last. Matilda placed the hot pan beside me, waving a hot-pad over the sizzling meat to cool it off faster. I reached for a piece but Matilda smacked my hands away, scowling.
"I suggest that you wait darlin'. Don't want ya to burn those purty li'l fingers of yours." She teased, her broad face breaking into a grin. I shook my head, continuing to scarf my food down.
"Oh, before I do forget. Your mamma gave me somethin' to give to you when your weddin' day came around. Since I won't be seeing ya then, I thought it best to give it to you now." She pulled a small silver chain from her pocket that had a simple but beautiful teardrop pendant attached to it. I set down my fork and reached for it, but Matilda was already behind me, putting it on. I thanked her quietly and fingered the pendant, smiling at it.
"Yo'r Mamma received that from her Mamma on her weddin' day. She wished that she could be here, I'm sure, so that she could give that there necklace, but I hope that it was alright if I did your Mamma one last favour." Matilda said quietly, sitting down beside me. I looked up into her gentle chocolate brown eyes, smiling sadly. Mother and Matilda had been close, practically sisters.
"Thank you, Matilda. It's beautiful and I'm glad that it was you who gave it to me." I felt a knot rise in my throat, but I forbade it to come any more than that.
"Aw, shucks, chil'. You's making me cry with yo'r tears. But just know that your Mamma loved ya, Mallory, as do I." She pulled me into her massive embrace and I wrapped my arms around as much of her girth that I could.
She pulled away first and wiped away her tears. She glanced at the clock and nearly shot through the roof. "Goodness! Eat up good and quick, chil'! Yo'r Daddy gonna have my hid if ya don't scram to his office! He's got some thangs for you to take to yo'r new in-laws." She grabbed a few pieces of bacon and shoved them in my hands, herding me out of the kitchen. I thanked her again and ran to my father's office, knocking a few times before I allowed myself in.
"Mallory, I assume that you've had breakfast?" He inquired, staring disapprovingly at the bacon in my hands. I nodded and continued eating, ignoring his displeased glare.
"Your plane leaves in three hours and forty minutes, so I have some time to discuss our agreement." He leaned back into his chair, a small grin playing hide-and-seek on his lips. I frowned at him, suddenly wary of what he was going to say. He better not be backing out or changing things. I agreed to leaving today, living with his family, going to school with him, and marrying him, but I put my foot down here I said to myself, preparing to battle my father yet again.
"You said that you wanted to pick the wedding date. Why is that?" He asked. It took every muscle in my face to keep my jaw from slackening at his simple question. That's it? No demands, no changes, no threatening or manipulating? Just a question?!
"Mallory, you look pale suddenly. Are you alright?" He asked pleasantly, almost teasingly as the grin finally made its way on his slim face. He was just playing with my. I shook away my past confusion and replaced it with anger.
"If you have nothing to say or to discuss, then I will be leaving immediately. Goodbye, Father." I said curtly, turning on my heel and storming out the doors.
When I reached the front doors, Matilda, Mable and the rest of the staff were there to see me off. I smiled at all of them, surprised that they would sacrifice their sleeping hours to say good-bye.
"Well, I'm off to a new land. It has truly been a blessing to get to know all of you. I consider you all my family, and I am going to miss all of you. Thank you for being so wonderful to me." I spoke softly, eyeing them all and showing my gratitude for their friendship. I hugged all of them in turn and made my way to the limo, the driver already starting the car.
"You take care of yo'self now, ya hear? I want ya to eat properly and git some good shut eye 'cause I expect to see some grandchildren comin' here!" Matilda called after me. I laughed, highly doubting that I would have any children with this stranger I was to marry. The thought made me want to puke. I opened my door and then turned to wave one last time before I was to hop on a plane headed towards Japan.
The plane ride to Japan was a bore. But it's not like I could've seen anything anyway because I was asleep the entire trip.
Now I was outside, in the cold, the sun fading slowly, and I was waiting for my fiancé to arrive. I shivered and continued to look around. My father had told me that he was tall with black hair and glasses. Puh that thins it out. ALL the men I have seen so far fit that vague description…. I grimaced and walked back to the bench I had occupied a while ago. My bags seemed heavier, as did my entire body. I hated flying. It had to be man's worst invention ever!
"Miss Mallory Bradford?" A man from behind me, with a heavy Japanese accent, asked. I turned to see a well-dressed older man looking down at me through dark sunglasses. I frowned but nodded slightly. He spoke quickly in Japanese, and then took off to an awaiting limo with my bags. It took a few seconds to translate what he said, but when I did, I slowly followed after him. My fiancé waited.
The driver held my door open and I tried to see into the dark interior, but I had no luck. I forced a pleasant smile for the driver and slid in. The door closed and I was envelope in darkness.
"Forgive me for being late, Miss Bradford. There was an unexpected accident on the way here." A smooth voice said from across the vehicle. Small lights lit the inside, but they were dim and it felt like I was in a bar setting.
I felt my face burn up a bit at the sight of the young man across from me. His short black hair was styled into a smart, casual look and his onyx eyes glanced over me. His slim, rim-less glasses reminded me of my father – with the glare and all – and his triangular face was handsomer than I had imagined. Face it, Mallory. You thought you were marrying some ugly, fat bachelor, who needs a good-looking wife that would bear him children to please his father Well; the description had crossed my mind…. I brushed aside the murmurings in my head and tried to match this man's false grin.
"I hope your flight was pleasant, Miss Bradford?" He said, trying to make small talk and feigning interest in my well-being. I eyed him, wondering how I should respond to such a question that showed how little he cared about my flight.
"Mhm, it was pleasant enough, I suppose. And please, call me Mallory. Miss Bradford makes me feel odd." I replied, also toning my response the way he asked his question. He noticed right away and only nodded, smiling, it seemed, for real. But it was silent yet again and I pursed my lips, deciding that I would look out the window to pass the time. But out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over his professionally dressed attire. Definitely the handsome, rich bachelor type.
I glanced down at my own attire: dark denim skinny jeans, neon green flats, and a long-sleeved navy blue shirt. Not exactly the best outfit to wear when meeting one's future husband and in-laws. Your hair probably looks worse! I mentally cringed but ran my fingers through my nut-meg brown hair a few times. Satisfied, I continued to take in the sights and colors of Japan – well, not really.
"My Father is on a business trip, so he won't be back until school starts up again. I hope you don't mind." He said suddenly, making me turn my gaze upon him again. There was that same smirk that my father wore a lot and I felt myself shiver involuntary. That man is never too far from you, Mallory. There's no escaping him.
I nodded to show that I heard him, but the next thought made my skin crawl. His father won't be there. It'll just be me and him in that house. I was suddenly feeling odd at the thought of me living in some strange house, in a foreign country, and with a man I didn't know. I have no idea if he had housekeepers, but still. It would just be me and him, and again, I shivered involuntary. Be professional, Mallory! He probably wouldn't do anything improper anyways, knowing that it would humiliate both his family and yours. And both your fathers can't afford any mishaps that could shatter their business deal. Plus, he most likely thinks the same way you do about this arranged marriage!
"Mallory, we've arrived." His voice brought me out of my thoughts and he swiftly opened my door, getting out first before he turned to reach in and help me out. I gingerly accepted his slender hand and stepped from the vehicle. Now, when my father said that he was wealthy, I didn't expect THIS wealthy. It took all my self-control to not gawk at the largeness of his estate. It was at least two times the size of our own estate back in America.
There were three floors that I could see, and most of the rooms had floor to ceiling windows. Absolutely marvellous! If only Mother were here to share this joy with me. I'm sure she would've objected to me flying half way around the world by myself…. As well as objecting to this ridiculous marriage I smiled, but brushed aside the displeasing thoughts. I was fine.
"I'll have your bags taken to your room. May I show you around the estate?" My fiancé asked from beside me. My fiancé…. Oh my gosh! I haven't even asked him his name! I cringed at my rudeness, but also at this man's manners when he didn't introduce himself either. He knew my name, but I didn't know his.
"Um, perhaps tomorrow," I said quickly. "I beg your pardon for my rudeness, but I never asked for your name…." I turned to him, watching my bags from the corner of my eye disappear into the large pine doors. He smiled slightly, nodding before pressing a hand to my lower back to lead me slowly towards the house. My skin suddenly felt like it was on fire where his hand was, and again, it took a lot of control to keep my fist from colliding with his jaw.
"It's partly my fault too. My name is Kyouya Ootori, but please, call me Kyouya." He said pleasantly, looking down at me with that mock grin. I forced a smile but still felt uncomfortable with his hand on my back. His touching is inappropriate! And it's something only a couple who knew each other well would do! It's an intimate thing between two people who love each other! I yelled at myself. But for now, there was nothing I could do, so I let it slide. I still felt like I was being touched inappropriately, but maybe in this country, that kind of intimate touch was normal. Look it up before you dismiss is completely. Then you'll have a reason to punch him I mentally smiled and continued to follow Kyouya up the marble stairs to the doors. His hand left my back but the skin burned as if it was still there.
He opened the doors for me and I was greeted by the smell of food. My mouth watered at the strange but delicious smells and my stomach lurched with hunger.
"If you're ready to, dinner will be served when we want it. The dining room is just down that hallway." He said, motioning to my right. I nodded and continued to peruse around as he headed towards the grand staircase that led to the second level of the estate. He was very wealthy indeed, seeing as how every vase, carpet, curtain, and other décor and furniture pieces looked to be hand-crafted to perfection. I guess living here won't be so bad… But another little voice said that this was just the calm before the storm.
"Kyouyaaaa! The box with the colourful pictures on it won't work anymore!" A male voice whined from behind us. I looked up at Kyouya to see him turn around, the glare on his glasses returning and his lips set in a grim line. I turned to see a tall blonde Japanese young man turn into the entrance way, pouting slightly. I glanced back at Kyouya and found him looking highly annoyed as he made his way slowly back to my side. Obviously, Kyouya doesn't like this guy. I wonder what their relationship is. I focused my gaze back to the handsome blonde and found him staring blankly at me, confusion dancing across his features.
I waved timidly, which seemed to snap the blonde out of his daze. A charming smile floated easily to his lips – not the fake one that I had seen often on Kyouya's – and he waltzed over to us. His violet eyes simply glanced at Kyouya before he moved his full attention to me, ignoring, it seemed, Kyouya's suddenly dark presence. The blonde took my hand in his and lifted it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on my knuckles. I frowned up at him, but I felt myself blush at this handsome strangers greeting.
"What a delicate, foreign but beautiful looking flower you have brought Kyouya. Tell me; what is your name, my flower?" He asked smoothly, still holding my hand between his soft ones. I smiled brightly, feeling suddenly giddy in this man's presence. Perhaps this whole arranged marriage to some bland and depressed looking bachelor was a mistake. Maybe this man in front of me was to be my future husband. Hmm, I like the sounds of that! I thought happily.
"My name is Mallory. Mallory Bradford. It's a pleasure to meet you….?" I said, inquiring about his name. He released my hand and stepped back, performing an overly dramatic bow. He swept a hand through his luscious blonde hair and winked at me. "I am Kyouya Ootori's best friend, Tamaki Suoh. It is my pleasure to meet such a beautiful being such as yourself, Mallory." He replied. I again felt myself blush and I giggled a bit at his introduction and sweet talk. But the moment disappeared quickly when Kyouya cleared his throat, his dark aura growing suddenly stronger and more suffocating. I shivered when he touched the small of my back again, making the blond blink at our closeness.
"Tamaki, I do not remember inviting you over. In fact, I was sure I had made it very clear to the housekeepers to not allow…. Visitors, in while I was gone." Kyouya said pleasantly. But I could hear clearly the dark undertone directed at Tamaki. The blonde didn't seem to notice the hostility in his friends' voice though and looked right back at me.
"So, how do you know Kyouya? You're definitely from a faraway land, but your Japanese is flawless." He said bluntly. I breathed out a small laugh, glancing down at my feet. Okay, scratch that. He is definitely not my future husband because father had said that my husband was smart, calculating, and exactly like my father in every way. Tamaki does not fit that description or personality…. Unfortunately.
"Mallory is staying with our family until she graduates. And you're correct in your assumption that she is not from here. She's from America." Kyouya explained simply. He didn't say anything about he and I being engaged…. I glanced at Kyouya, wondering when he was going to break that to his friend. But he didn't. Kyouya's explanation wasn't a lie, but then again it wasn't the whole truth either. But maybe, for now, it was best that the engagement was kept a secret.
Tamaki's former exuberance returned and he was by my side instantly, urging me along down the first hallway he had come from. His arms gestured to everything we passed, explaining quickly it's significance to the Ootori household and even to Japan itself. I glance back to see Kyouya trailing behind us, the annoying glare on his glasses and his face an expressionless mask. Perhaps he is jealous…. I turned my gaze forward, smiling at the thought of someone like him being jealous. I may not have known him very long, but I could tell that he was the kind of person that hid their feelings under layers and layers of built up walls. But at times, there were some instances where you could see them for who they truly were. It's a cruel idea to make him jealous purposefully, but a girl's gotta have some fun, right? I mentally shrugged, moving closer to Tamaki to latch onto his arm. He stopped talking – finally – and looked down at me, a light blush painting his cheeks. I beamed up, which only deepened his blush.
"So, Tamaki-kun, how long have you known Kyouya?" I asked sweetly, prodding him to continue our slow walk down the hallway. He smiled nervously, suddenly awkward at my change of behaviour. He looked ahead, continuing to lead me around on his arm as he cleared his throat.
"Well, uh…. Kyouya and I have been dear friends since middle school. We've even started a club in our high school." He said a bit too fondly. Suddenly deeply interested in this special club, I asked about it.
"Tamaki, I don't think you should bore my fiancé with club matters. Mallory will soon find out about it." Kyouya interrupted from behind. Somehow, I knew that he was going to try and get me back. I cringed as I felt Tamaki tense and I pulled my hands from his arm. I looked back at Kyouya, who was adjusting his glasses, but to me, it looked like he was just using that as a cover for the malicious grin on his face.
"F-Fiancé?! You brought an American girl here to marry her?!" Tamaki sputtered, looking from me to Kyouya who had crept up beside me to again place his hand on my back. I flinched slightly at his touch and shot a hard glare at him before I turned my attention to Tamaki…. Who had suddenly disappeared? Oh, no, wait. He just fainted…. I stared at the mumbling lump of a human and wondered if he was alright.
"Is he alright? Does he do this often?" I whispered to Kyouya. He sighed and steered me quickly back to the entrance.
"I suggest we get you to your room before he -"
"KYOUYA! HOW COULD YOU DEFILE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL, FOREIGN FLOWER?!"
"- wakes up…." Kyouya and I turned to see the pitiful form crawling slowly towards us, wide violet eyes staring at us like a hurt puppy. I almost felt sympathy for him. Almost.
Faster than my eyes could follow, he suddenly sped towards me and grabbed my hands, staring up at me with those mournful, puppy-dog eyes.
"Dear Mallory! You must hasten back to America before this evil mother defiles you! I, as your adopted father, will not let mother -" A giant wad of crumpled paper muffled the rest of his sentence. Kyouya led me away from the bumbling mess that was Tamaki and led me upstairs.
"Mother? Does he mean you?" I asked, quite confused and baffled at his sudden outburst. And to think that Kyouya and him are best friends! One minute he's a complete ladies' man, and the next he acts like an escaped patient from a psychiatric hospital!
"Tamaki often spouts nonsense. I apologize on his behalf." Kyouya said dismissively, hurriedly directing me left at the top and stopping at the second door. "This is your room." He gestured for me to open the door and I did so hesitantly. Despite my efforts, I couldn't hold in the small gasp of bafflement. My new room was massive, twice the size of any suite in any fancy hotel building in America. There was a king-sized bed in the other room to the right, along with a deep walk-in closet. Also in the same room, there was a large wardrobe. Almost like my own little gateway to Narnia I smiled at the thought and looked around at the room in front of me.
It was definitely twice the size of the bedroom, and it looked to be like my very own sitting room where I could entertain friends. That's if you make any friends…. I shook my head at the thought and continued my perusal. There was a large black leather couch, along with two white chaises across from it, forming a circle around a long rectangular coffee table. There were floor-to-ceiling windows with black curtains drawn and the white, almost see through curtains hung in front of the windows to allow in the pinkish-purple hues of the setting sun.
"There is also a writing desk and a small built-in library on this far wall…." Kyouya pointed to my left and I felt my jaw drop at the 'smallness' of the built-in library. There were at least eight floor-to-ceiling shelves and every single one was filled with books. To get to the higher books, there was a ladder on wheels that attached to a track on the ceiling. That's going to be fun to use! I thought excitedly, suddenly itching to just throw away decorum and have some fun!
"I hope this room is to your satisfaction. I heard you liked to read, so I hope you like the books here. There is hardly any furniture or décor, but I thought I would leave that part to you." Kyouya said, walking to the middle of the room and looking it over again as if he was seeing it being set up to his specifications before my arrival. His gaze fell on me again and he forced a pleasant smile.
I smiled nervously, clearing my throat and clasping my hands behind my back as I walked over to my personal library. "It's definitely not what I expected, but I love it," I peered over my shoulder to meet his stare, smiling, really smiling this time to show my gratitude, "Thank you." He pushed up his glasses, clearing his throat before dismissing himself.
"Dinner is ready and can be warmed up for whenever you decide to eat. As for me, I will be dealing with….some things downstairs if you have need of me. I hope you have a good rest." Kyouya said from the door, nodding before he completely closed it.
I smiled after him, shaking my head at the thought of the handsome but odd blonde. Japan will definitely be a place where I won't get bored easily. So many odd characters and interesting things here... I thought pleasantly, walking into my new room and seating myself on the overly large bed. I sighed, looking around the room again slowly. I could get used to this…
Sooo. This is new. Obviously. For those of you who know me and have read past stories... I'M SORRY! I've been so busy lately. But, I finally have the time to write :) anywho, this is about an american girl, who has been betrothed to Kyouya Ootori since birth. along the way to their nupitals, they encounter some bumps and I might add some funny stuff too, seeing as how right now, this year anyway, Imma just brimming with sarcastic comments that I;ve said to friends and family and I hope to add those in here too. So, yeah. Reviews would be welcome :) maybe even a beta reader... just saying, if any one of you's would like to volunteer and help lil' old me out :) Thanks!