I'm Rich And You're Not

eljasrey

Disclaimer: unfortunately for me, I do not own Daa! Daa! Daa! Kawamura Mika-sensei does! :D

.Kanata.

Give me a rope. Or a knife. Anything will do, actually. As long as it could kill.

My name is Saionji Kanata. Just the other day, my high school days ended. In a few weeks, the most important part of my life will begin— college. Well, one of the most important things.

I should have been out, celebrating another step towards freedom, but here I am… at home— in a temple, no less.

"What you're asking me is outrageous!"

Saionji Housho, my soon-to-be-dead father, just asked from me the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire eighteen years of living.

"I'm not saying that you don't have a choice." He said as he sipped his tea— I hope he chokes and then snap back to reality. "All I'm asking you is for you to get to know her better."

Get to know her better? I already know her! I have been in the same class with her for three years straight. That was enough time to know we were not exactly peanut butter and jelly.

Yes. The one my father was talking about was none other than Kouzuki Miyu.

"I don't have to waste time trying to know more about her," I said coldly, "She's-"

Before I could even finish my sentence, he looked at me sternly. He must have sensed what I was about to say.

Kouzuki Miyu, with her long golden locks, fair skin, petite body, green orbs, and of course her attractive façade, she was popular. Still she doesn't have a wholesome disposition in my opinion.

"If you don't do this, Kanata," my father said as he stood up, "You'll be a monk." –then with a glint in his eyes, he smiled. "Just. Like. Me."

That did it. I felt defeated.

Don't get me wrong. I respect my religion very much. Still, I'd rather have a successful job and career.

With the least bit of enthusiasm in my voice, I muttered "fine,"

The old man just patted my back. "Do this for your mother."

…great.

.Miyu.

What a perfect day I'm having.

Seriously. No sarcasms attached.

First thing in the morning I had a scrumptious breakfast, then a nice cold bath. Yes, with the rose petals, too. Then, I had a very relaxing massage. And now I received very amusing news.

Saionji Kanata.

He was the handsomest guy in Heiomachi High and valedictorian, too. He's not big on money, though (unlike me). Still, I have a good feeling it would be fun messing with him. Although he doesn't seem to be interested in me (must be the bashful type), I could definitely-DEFINITELY- change his mind. I mean-with me- guys ALWAYS do.

"So, are you saying that you and his mother made some promise?"

Earlier, mama came to my room to tell me about the amusing news.

Apparently, uncle Housho (Saionji's father), had an accidental meeting with mama and papa. They began to exchange high school memories. I guessed mama and aunt Hitomi (Saionji's mother), and papa and uncle Housho were close friends. As they were chatting, mama suddenly remembered that she and Aunt Hitomi made a promise back when they were still in high school. Not exactly a promise, but more like a hope or wish. When they grow up, their first born child (namely Kanata and me) were opposite genders, it would be great if they (us) get engaged. (I know, weird, right?)

Although aunt Hitomi passed away a few years back, mama still wanted this to happen.

"So is it okay with you?" mama asked looking at me in the eye.

I looked back at her. I should have been more serious but I found what she said funny. "What," I started, snickering, "-get married at the age of eighteen?"

"No, of course not." Mama shook her head. She looked like she was losing hope for her 'wish' to come true. "I just want you to be closer to Kanata. Even as friends,"

I sighed. "Do you really want this to come true?"

I hope not. Commitment didn't really jive with me.

She thought for a moment, and then flopped on the bed beside me. "I don't want to force marriage on you two. Your happiness still comes first." She closed her eyes as she lied still. "I just want to try this for Hitomi."

They must have been really close. I haven't heard mama talk about another friend with this much affection. "Fine," I breathed out, "but I'm not promising anything."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. There was a look of relief on her face as she sat up and smiled. She pulled me to a hug, "Thank you, Miyu." She whispered before walking out of my room.

Once she was out, I lied down and closed my eyes- mimicking her actions earlier.

"This will be fun."

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