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Chapter 1

? POV

Kitami Shigure… I wonder how he's like… He's studying in a public school… doesn't stand out that much in society… Thoughts ran through my head as I looked at the photo I held in my hand. The male was a pretty boy with dark brown hair with red highlighting his natural hair colour. His dark brown hair had a set of brown eyes to go along with it. A student council president with top grades and impeccable manners… what a perfect gentleman… his sporting abilities are another issue after all.

Slowly, I got off the chair and placed the file of information on the table. Then, I made my way to the balcony and looked out, wondering to myself how suitable would he be as my fiancé. It wouldn't be that bad, I guess. He's not bad-looking and he has talent too.

A voice called for me. Snapping out of my thoughts, I walked back into the room. My father stood in the doorway of my study room. He wore a well-ironed suit that was specially made for him in Italy. His Louis Vutton shoes were well-polished. His beard was gone, shaved off early in the morning.

"Himeko, have you made a decision yet?"Asked my father. He had been pursuing me for an answer since the day he had let me known of my engagement at birth. I could tell he was becoming weary of waiting for my final decision. I knew I had to tell him what I had thought of or he would definitely go on raging like a crazy drunken sod coming home to abuse his family.

I looked at him and nodded, "Yes, father."

"I trust that you have made the correct choice." He was anticipating my reply. I could see him giving me a pressurizing look, trying to force me to just accept the engagement he had made for me about fourteen years back. I kept my cool and decided to stick to my decision.

"I will meet him first but if things are not meant to be for us, I will cancel the engagement that you made upon my birth." I had thought hard and long about the whole engagement. As much as I had hate it, I had no choice but to give the engagement a shot before I could do anything else.

"Fine. I will honor your decision till then." I could hear the sense of relief in his voice. He was glad that I had not rejected the engagement directly even though I had protested strongly against it when I had heard it from his lips the first time.

"Thank you, father."

"Then, I'll be off"

With that, he walked out off the room in his usual stylish manner that he had practiced the day he was born to take over his father's company. I watched him walked to the front yard and got into his black limousine before it drove out of our mansion, sending my father off to his office. As the car disappeared from my sight, I walked away from the windows and sat down again at the chair. I stared blankly at the cup of tea placed on the table right next to the papers of Kitami Shigure. I slowly picked up the cup of tea and sipped it, flipping through the report of my partner. I was certain he would prove to be an amusing person to tease about.

Draining the last drop of my tea, I placed the cup back onto the saucer and gathered the papers. I left the room and walked down the corridor. I could hear soft cries of pleasure coming from a nearby room. The feminine moans were familiar to my ears. Pure screams of utter delight could be heard echoing down from the corridor. My mother was with her newest lover again.

Rolling my eyes at the usual morning routine that my mother loved so much, I entered my room to get ready for school. I stepped into my spacious bathroom and took a quick shower, hoping it could relax the tension in my muscles. I came out only ten minutes later in my bathrobe and opened my closet to get my neatly-ironed uniform that the maids had painstakingly ironed for me. I put it on and stared at my reflection in the mirror, wondering if I should tie my hair up.

A knock on my door signaled me that I had to leave the house soon. Without even bothering to comb my hair, I grabbed my bag from the chair and slung it over my shoulders on my way out. I walked to the front yard where my father had been about twenty minutes ago. The car was ready to send me to school. I entered the black BMW and it started off towards the direction of my school. As we left the estate, I could see the shadows of my mother having her intercourse with her partner.

MEANWHILE

Shigure's POV

Staring at my mother, I could not believe what she just mentioned to me. I have a fiancée? What the hell is wrong with her brains? An engagement at birth and she tells me now. When I am romantically involved with a girl? What the fuck? Thanks Mum. How the heck am I supposed to break the new to her? God, why did my parents ever agreed to this shit anyway?

A voice brought me back to reality. It was Mum. I put my famous fake smile and looked at my Mum again.

"Shigure, you have to meet her at least once." Sighed my mother in an exasperated voice. She was tired of me not answering her questions. I had spaced out at her without even knowing anything at all. I guess I was in total shock at the news she had broken to me just minutes ago.

"Oh, really? I hope she is a pretty and smart girl with good athletic abilities." I was hoping that the engagement partner was boring and ugly. Thus, I would not have to get myself involved with her. After all, I seemed to have high standards myself.

"Then, that's no problem at all. In this report we have on her, she does well academically and she is a competitive figure skater." Answered my mother. She was smiling widely at me, hoping that I would be glad at the knowledge of this news. I felt a nerve about to explode anytime in my head, pounding loudly against my skull, giving me a headache.

"Oh. Then, I look forward to meeting her." How infuriating… this girl is just a like a robot…wait, report... Hmm …I could find out more about her if I have it.

"Hey Mum, can I have the report? I held hopes of spotting flaws in her from the report sent to my parents. If I did, I could probably get out of the engagement easily with no harm intended to hurt the other party.

"Sure." Replied my mother. She handed me the report without any comment. But I could tell that she was hoping that I would just agree to meet the girl just for the sake of her and my father. I was in no position to reject the meeting if I could not find a single thing that I could dislike about her.

Gingerly, I took the report from her hands. I looked at the photo attached to the report. The girl was undeniably pretty. Her golden blonde hair was smooth, not a single strand sticking out at all. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to keep secrets that I would long to uncover. Her lips were pink and a nice small little shape, making it seem pouty. Her nose was sharp and small. Her face was a perfect round shape that did not seem fat. Her skin was flawless and fair, not sure if it was makeup that made her seemed so. However, her features alone put many girls to shame.

I looked at her report. Kazuki Himeko… daughter of Kazuki Takeshi… Kazuki Takeshi… His name is familiar… wait… isn't he the multibillionaire? I am engaged to his daughter who is that worldwide ice skater?…God, this is too big… HOW THE FUCK AM I ENGAGED TO THAT GIRL WHO'S SO FAMOUS?

"Mum, why am I engaged to a famous person like Kazuki Takeshi's only daughter?" Panic rose in my voice. I could feel my heart beating faster than the speed of a bullet train travelling from Tokyo to Kyoto. Blood drained from my face. My heady felt dizzy. How could I be engaged to such a girl?

"I forgot to mention that fact. Glad that you noticed it. Well, your dad and Kazuki Takeshi have been close friends since their childhood. They thought it would be best for our families to be connected through marriage with you and his daughter. They decided the engagement fourteen years ago. " Added my mother. I stared at my mother in utter shock. How could I possibly be calm about this? I was engaged to not a normal girl but a girl of high status in the society? How could they have kept my engagement to such an important person a secret? What am I to do!

I looked at the report again. It contained her achievements and skills. Like my mother had mentioned, she had won several awards for the sport she had been training in since young, ice-skating. They were not any normal awards at all. They were national awards that had made her one of Japan's top ice skaters! She was a worldwide recognized ice skater who had never failed to amaze the judges with her passion and talent in every competition she took part in. She was a perfect girl who doesn't have a weakness. She's bound to find out if I pretended to be a nice gentleman like what I am to the other girls and my parents and teachers. What the hell am I going to do?