Disclaimer: Flame of Rekka does not belong to me. It belongs to a great
Japanese person, named Anzai Nobuyuki.
AGAIN AND AGAIN
~~~~Mikagami Tokiya~~~~~
I just came home from my date with Aki. We've been dating for the past 6 months now. She's my dad's secretary. We met in some company's conference meeting. Speaking of which, I'd better go tell otosan that there would be a board meeting tomorrow afternoon.
Knock . . . knock . . .
" Come in." I stepped inside the study room and shut the door behind me. I saw Otosan talking to this guy. The boy was about the same age as I am. [Lets just say that Mikagami's already 23] They were talking about something like 'uniform' and that the guy could start tomorrow. Maybe he's the new butler or something . . .
" Ah . . . Tokiya, what brings you here?" " I just wanted to inform you that the board meeting has been moved to tomorrow afternoon. The staff would be expecting you and I don't want to represent you again." He nodded and left. What's wrong with him? . . . I never saw otosan like that before. I thought that he'd make up another excuse to avoid that meeting . . . Before I was given the chance to talk to the stranger, Ob?sama had entered the room. " Tokiya! I can see that you already met our new maid." Did I hear right? Did she say 'maid'? I was getting more curious by the second. Judging from the guy's attire, which was consisted of a loose shirt, jeans, a bubble jacket and a cap, he was definitely a guy. But then again, there were always the lesbians . . . right? I acknowledged and left them. What do I care about some stupid guy???
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I was awakened by a faint knock on the door. A purple-headed girl came in carrying a tray. Ah . . . my breakfast . . . She seemed quite familiar. As if I've seen her before. Well, maybe in one of those parties or something. This girl was cute and she definitely had the body for it. The only problem was . . . she was wearing a maid's uniform.
"Mikagami-sama, here's your breakfast." " Are you the new maid obasama was talking about? Sorry, but I didn't catch your name . . ." She really does seem VERY familiar. What a babe. She'd better stand straight soon . . . my hormones are starting to kick in. Why does otosan have to buy those short-skirt, low neckline uniforms . . . " It's Kirisawa . . . Kirisawa Fuuko, Mikagami-sama." I know! Was she the guy that otosan was talking to, last night??? No . . . it couldn't be. That person last night was tomboyish and Fuuko here is, well . . . Fuuko. Maybe I should ask. Just to be sure. " Oi, aren't you that boy, Otosan was talking to last night?" Her eyes were throwing daggers at me. Did I say something wrong? I mean . . . it was only a que . . .
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I feel refreshed now. I don't feel sticky anymore. And the best thing is, I don't smell like pineapple juice any longer. Stupid Idiot. Who was she to throw a glass of juice at me? Why the hell did she get mad anyway? I was only asking her something. Hmph . . . good thing she was a girl . . . an attractive girl, as a matter of fact. If not, I would have killed her with my ensui. But would you think that I would have let her get away with it so easily? Of course not . . . I'm going to make her pay for it. But first, I have to ask Mifuyu-neesan for help . . .
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Again, sorry for the wrong grammar . . . just tell me okay? Read and Review. And when I say REVIEW, I really mean it, guys. Tell me if you still want me to continue this. *****For those who are waiting for the continuation of PARENTAL GUIDANCE . . . GOMEN!!! My friend said that she had an idea for the said fic and I'm still waiting for her reply.
AGAIN AND AGAIN
~~~~Mikagami Tokiya~~~~~
I just came home from my date with Aki. We've been dating for the past 6 months now. She's my dad's secretary. We met in some company's conference meeting. Speaking of which, I'd better go tell otosan that there would be a board meeting tomorrow afternoon.
Knock . . . knock . . .
" Come in." I stepped inside the study room and shut the door behind me. I saw Otosan talking to this guy. The boy was about the same age as I am. [Lets just say that Mikagami's already 23] They were talking about something like 'uniform' and that the guy could start tomorrow. Maybe he's the new butler or something . . .
" Ah . . . Tokiya, what brings you here?" " I just wanted to inform you that the board meeting has been moved to tomorrow afternoon. The staff would be expecting you and I don't want to represent you again." He nodded and left. What's wrong with him? . . . I never saw otosan like that before. I thought that he'd make up another excuse to avoid that meeting . . . Before I was given the chance to talk to the stranger, Ob?sama had entered the room. " Tokiya! I can see that you already met our new maid." Did I hear right? Did she say 'maid'? I was getting more curious by the second. Judging from the guy's attire, which was consisted of a loose shirt, jeans, a bubble jacket and a cap, he was definitely a guy. But then again, there were always the lesbians . . . right? I acknowledged and left them. What do I care about some stupid guy???
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I was awakened by a faint knock on the door. A purple-headed girl came in carrying a tray. Ah . . . my breakfast . . . She seemed quite familiar. As if I've seen her before. Well, maybe in one of those parties or something. This girl was cute and she definitely had the body for it. The only problem was . . . she was wearing a maid's uniform.
"Mikagami-sama, here's your breakfast." " Are you the new maid obasama was talking about? Sorry, but I didn't catch your name . . ." She really does seem VERY familiar. What a babe. She'd better stand straight soon . . . my hormones are starting to kick in. Why does otosan have to buy those short-skirt, low neckline uniforms . . . " It's Kirisawa . . . Kirisawa Fuuko, Mikagami-sama." I know! Was she the guy that otosan was talking to, last night??? No . . . it couldn't be. That person last night was tomboyish and Fuuko here is, well . . . Fuuko. Maybe I should ask. Just to be sure. " Oi, aren't you that boy, Otosan was talking to last night?" Her eyes were throwing daggers at me. Did I say something wrong? I mean . . . it was only a que . . .
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I feel refreshed now. I don't feel sticky anymore. And the best thing is, I don't smell like pineapple juice any longer. Stupid Idiot. Who was she to throw a glass of juice at me? Why the hell did she get mad anyway? I was only asking her something. Hmph . . . good thing she was a girl . . . an attractive girl, as a matter of fact. If not, I would have killed her with my ensui. But would you think that I would have let her get away with it so easily? Of course not . . . I'm going to make her pay for it. But first, I have to ask Mifuyu-neesan for help . . .
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Again, sorry for the wrong grammar . . . just tell me okay? Read and Review. And when I say REVIEW, I really mean it, guys. Tell me if you still want me to continue this. *****For those who are waiting for the continuation of PARENTAL GUIDANCE . . . GOMEN!!! My friend said that she had an idea for the said fic and I'm still waiting for her reply.