A/N: Yep, another fic of me. I know I should continue the others, but this just had to be posted or I was going to forget it somehow!
This story though, came when I listened to one of Lee Sun-hee's song, called Inyeon, which is literally translated 'fate'. She has sung for the movie The King and The Clown. You should watch it sometime if you are a real sucker for Korean dramas. Of course, I also watched it because the handsome Lee Jun Ki was playing a major role in too… Hehehe… Anyways, enjoy!
Don't own any Digimon, just borrowing the characters for some personal fun in my stories.
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Inyeon
My Life, a Hell
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"What is the meaning of this, old hag!?"
The woman in front of him glared menacingly for the way he was calling her, but didn't comment on it. His outburst was to be expected. With a sigh, she held the documents in her hands more tightly, before walking away from him and placing them on her desk. It was night already. She noticed the city lamps gleaming below them as she watched it from her gigantic window inside the office.
"That's what I was ordered to tell you, Yamato." she said silently.
"Fuck you! I'm supposed to be the heir of the Ishida Hotels. Why can't I have the right to obtain the fortune of my father? Who ordered this in the first place?!" Yamato snapped.
The woman turned around and frowned. For a moment they didn't spoke until the woman decided to cut the tension that hung between them. "Your father did."
"What.?" Yamato didn't understand. "My old man?"
The woman eyed him for a minute before sitting on her desk and crossing her arms. "Since he is in America right now for some business matters, he won't come back after a while, so he gave me the permission to announce it." She watched as Yamato still looked shocked and confused, but was listening eagerly to every word she was saying.
"The reason why you don't have a legal claim on your father's fortune yet is the cause of your, well... your reputation," the woman pondered.
Yamato blinked. "My reputation? What's wrong with what I'm doing'?"
"C'mon, Yamato. Don't play innocent with me here," the woman snorted mockingly. "Every night you have a new prey to pursue. You would take the woman in one of the Ishida Hotels and forget her name the following day without remorse. You were like that even in high school."
"And what's wrong with that. I'm twenty-four for Kami's sake. I have the right to do what I want to do." Yamato argued back.
"Of course, I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy life the fullest, but because of your reputation, you almost made a scandal under your father's name. He wasn't pleased by it, though."
"That was one time and -"
"- And it was enough to make your father change his mind about you!" she cut in.
The instant he heard that, he swiftly bit his tongue. The woman gave a long sigh.
"Look, I know your father is strict and he may seem like he'd rather give it to Takeru if he kindly didn't decline the offer, saying it was better for you, but… the only thing that your father wishes you to do is to settle down. That way he is certain that you won't make mistakes again once you finally inherit the full claim of the Ishida Hotels."
Yamato snorted, but then laughed out loud. "Are you fucking kidding me? Me? Settle down? Hahahaha… that's a good one!"
The woman glared at him sternly, "I don't see what's so funny about that. You do know this is some serious matter, Yamato. If you don't find a woman and marry her before your twenty-fifth birthday, you will loose every thing."
"C'mon, you really think my old man would risk his name just to see me settle? We're talking about millions here."
"True, your father would not want to risk his business and rather ask your brother to be the heirloom instead, but if you don't find a bride soon, he will definitely and literally kick your ass out of the picture and forget all about you like he didn't have a second son in the first place."
Something struck deep inside his heart and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. The woman was right. His father was capable of anything. "Fuck that old geezer. Fuck him." he whispered, his teeth biting his lips forcefully.
"If I were you, I'd start searching for a future wife," the woman said honestly. "You only have two months left you, know…"
Yamato groaned and turned around swiftly. "Shut up. I know that…" he murmured. And without saying anything further, he walked away from the office, slamming the door hard after him.
Immediately, once he was outside, he took his cell phone from his pockets and dialed.
"Yamato, dude. What's up?" the voice said on the other line once his best friend picked up the phone.
"Well, Taichi, my life has officially turned into hell…"
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To Be Continued
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A/N:So what do you think of it? It's just the prologue of the story so; basically the second chapter will be more interesting. Do you want me to continue it or just stop it there?
If you have any ideas for this fic or any other of my stories, report it and I'll see what I can do. Again, I will not continue if I don't get at least 5 reviews. Again, I'm sorry, but this is to make sure I'm not posting a story where no one actually reads it.
- aoi senshi