Final Expectations

Chapter One

Just Another Day At The Office

Taichi Kamiya strolled casually towards the building in front of him. He was the owner of one of the most successful law firms in Japan, his name highly respectable. His black business suit fitted his body perfectly, complimenting his time at the gym.

"Good morning Mr. Kamiya," the receptionist smiled at her boss while placing a stack of papers on her desk.

"Morning Miwa," he grinned, staring for a few seconds too long at the cleavage her cream coloured blouse revealed slightly too willingly, "I must say you look stunning today."

"You're welcome to look sir," she smiled innocently, although both she and Taichi knew her meaning was completely the opposite.

He sent her a wink before he continued towards his office, determined to concentrate on his work rather than the lovely woman who was more than willing to fulfil the needs of his already growing cock.

He groaned quietly when he saw yet another one of his female employees lick her lips in his direction seductively, causing his mind to travel in the direction of the bedroom, office or storeroom if need be.

He narrowly escaped a collision with the office whore who was heading in his direction wearing an extremely tight blouse causing caused her breasts to almost fall out and a skirt that barely covered her arse while a pair of nylon stockings covered her tall legs before he made a dash into the already closing elevator. He let out a sigh of relief as the doors closed in her face. Why were women looking more appealing today than yesterday? Why did it seem like every female in the office was teasing him in every possible way? Why was everybody in the elevator staring at him? Why was his cock detectably hard……

"Fuck," Taichi groaned before exiting the elevator at its next stop. The stairs were safer. No doubt that is what everybody in the elevator was staring at. He smacked his forehead with his hand. Today was not going the way he planned.

He slammed his office door shut when he was safely inside, determined to give Kazuno, his personal assistant, the day off. There was no way would he be able to resist her today. She always looked damn right sexy wearing a white blouse, which only made him able to see straight through to her black bra accompanied with a black mid-thigh skirt, white silk stockings and a black G-String that sent him over the edge everyday.

It was no lie. Taichi Kamiya had turned into a successful business man with sex constantly on the mind.

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Sora Takenouchi made the finishing touches to the flowers that decorated the church. Everything had to be perfect; the wedding was tomorrow for kami's sake.
After another hour of work, everything was settled. Tables were set in the hall at the back of the church, specifically built for weddings. Flowers that were hand picked by the bride decorated various places. Seats were labelled with the names of people who were to attend the gathering and the music booth was set up.

She stood at the end of the church, looking around at her work and she smiled to herself. Another success. This was her job, her life. Making people's perfect day just that little bit more special. Planning a wedding was never easy; but to take the pressure off the bride-to-be and her selected maid of honour gave her a feeling of importance. Almost like thanks to her, their day would be exactly like they had wanted. She couldn't be more pleased with her life.

"Is everything sorted Sora?" Misae, the bride asked, coming up behind the unsuspecting girl, who jumped slightly at her presence.

"Yes Misae, everything is exactly as you wished," Sora beamed at the woman who had become quite close to her.

"Thanks Sora. I'll see you tomorrow then," Misae grinned before walking away from one of her bridesmaids.

"You sure will," Sora smiled before closing the church door and making her way towards her car.

As she drove with Suga Shikao playing quietly on the radio in the background, she reminisced about the events from ten years ago. She didn't understand why at this moment she remembered all her friends from the past, after all, there was a reunion in two days, but somehow she couldn't help herself from thinking about them. She had missed them all, more than she imagined she would, but all that would change. Because when they all meet again, for the first time in so many years, she was determined to never lose contact with any of them again. They always remained her best friends, and no matter what, she would cling to that for the rest of her life and have them there on the end of a phone to prove that.

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"Well that went well," Sai grinned at his best friend, flopping down on the nearest available seat, exhausted.

"Well at least we saved her life," Jyou grinned at Sai, also taking the available seat next to his friend.

"I know, but seven hours of surgery is tiring," Sai sighed, wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead with his right hand.

"Well just think, we get three hours of sleep then we get do it all again," Jyou grinned before rising to his feet and walking towards his office for some much needed sleep, his friend hot on his heels.

"The miracle of life is in our hands; what greater thing is there than fixing it?" Jyou laughed, opening his office door and taking a seat on the black leather couch to the left.

"I know, but sometimes, I need a day off," was Sai's reply before he heard his friend lying down on the other couch.

"I know the feeling. See you in three hours," was the last thing spoken between them before the lights turned off and both surgeons took their much needed rest before the next operation they would perform at each others side.

Jyou Kido lay in darkness, his eyes closed but his mind still racing. He wondered what everybody would be like after ten years apart. Nobody had kept in contact much with him, which was expected. He was rarely available for a casual talk, and after leaving many messages for him and never getting a reply, his friends had given up, accepting the fact that he had other things to take care of. As much as it sometimes hurt Jyou to think about how bad of a friend he had been, after saving somebody's life, it all seemed some what worth while.

Thoughts of his adventures years ago were the things that sent him to sleep.

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"Hello Koushiro," Wataru smiled at the shortest of the group.

"Good Morning," Koushiro replied, his eyes never leaving the microscope in front of him. He was determined to find the result he was looking for, it was just a shame he didn't know what result he was actually trying to find.

"How was your night, Wataru?" Kotoya grinned, which received him a smack on the shoulder blade, which only made him laugh harder.

"Are you looking forward to your reunion, Koushiro?" Emiko smiled shyly at him, even though he couldn't see her.

"Actually, I am. It'll be nice to be able to see everyone again. It's been a long time; I wonder how much everyone has matured," Koushiro smiled, actually lifting his gaze to stare at the blonde haired girl in front of him.

"Well, good luck," she grinned before returning her gaze towards the computer screen to the left of her, continuing her part on the team.

Koushiro stared at the girl a little longer than necessary before once again returning to look into the microscope, a blush slowly forming on his cheeks.

"Hai!" Kotoya yelled after a few minutes of silence.

"Ketsunoane!" Wataru swore after the sudden outburst from his co-worker caused him to drop the files he was carrying. Paperwork flew around the office and landed in the most inappropriate places.

"This better be good Kotoya," Koushiro sighed, looking at the brown haired man with displeasure wrote all over his facial features. He had just completely broken his concentration, and who knows how long it would take for it to return to the point where he could actually figure out the results.

"I think I just found the answer we have been looking for for the past three months," was the reply from a grinning man, whose eyes spoke louder than his words.

"Finally!" Emiko grinned, which caused not only Koushiro to do a double take, but everybody else in the department. She barely spoke to anybody, let alone had a random outburst no matter how short and the red haired boy could do nothing but grin at the blonde.

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"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" Yamato Ishida bellowed, his voice booming against the walls, gun held perfectly still in his hand, point blank at the man in front of him.

"You going to shoot me, Matt?" Yuzuru grinned at the man that he had attended police training with.

"If I have to," was his reply to the man, his voice cold and his eyes bearing nothing but loathing and hatred for the man in front of him.

"Is that any way to treat a colleague?" Yuzuru smirked, his gun mirroring Yamato's own.

"How dare you class yourself as one of us! You let murderers walk free, drug dealers continue to sell to minors until they OD'd. You are not one of us, Bunya! You insult what you used to be by inclining such things," Yamato spat before his finger pressed against the trigger and a bullet went flying through the air and lodged itself somewhere in Yuzuru's right leg.

Screams were heard throughout the building from the man now holding his leg in agony while his eyes bore into those of his one time friend.

"I'm sorry, Ishida," Yuzuru spoke softly to the blonde haired man who stood tall, his gun now by his side but his eyes never changing their emotion, even after his words had reached the mans ears.

"I'm not," Yamato spat before turning on his heel and walking away. His footsteps echoing along the corridor before he exited the building and climbed into one of the many police vehicles. He needed to get back to the office.

"Good job chief," Yukami smiled, looking at her boss with kindness.

He just raised his head, looked at the girl for a few moments before returning his gaze to the paperwork in front of him. He didn't reply. He never did. He had no need to. What good would it do? It wouldn't change his hatred, it might even fuel it, and kami knew that nobody needed that.

Could he be bothered to attend the reunion in a few days? Could he stand it? Everybody talking about their new lives, like the past ten years never even went by. That for the past ten years, nobody kept in contact. That for the past ten years everybody left to do their own thing without a true goodbye.

It disgusted him how they could all claim to be the best of friends, yet not even care to send a lousy Christmas card. Birthday card. Fuck even a phone call once a year. He resented them all, each and every single one of them. But he would go, if only for half an hour, he would go and see how they had all grown into new people. It was the least he could do as everyone was taking the day off from their busy schedule to attend this pathetic arrangement.

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"That was just mind blowing Mimi," Seitarou grinned at the woman in front of him as she stepped down from the background to get changed into some new clothing.

"Thank you," she smiled at the man before walking into her changing room. This is what she had wanted, to become one of the most famous models known to man. But being Japanese and modelling in America was hard, to say the least. Her height was a disadvantage; standing at barely five feet tall and competing against girls whose legs appeared to go on forever was one of the many things Mimi Tachikawa despised modelling agencies for. But nor could she completely complain, as about 95% of the things she wished to do, she was able to without even having to attend an interview. Her name was well known in many circles, which saved her a lot of time and money (even though she was never low on either).

She quickly undressed, leaving the plaid red skirt and cream coloured blouse on the floor. Somebody would pick them up once she had left. She walked over to the clothing rail and decided upon a pair of style black jeans which were almost to tight to breathe in, a white long sleeved top which had a V shape neckline, a set of light brown chop sticks for her hair which were decorated with a white coloured flower on them and a pair of black ankle boots with a metal buckle which sat on the foot line like a bracelet.

Ten minutes later and satisfied with her outfit, she walked back outside, ready to shoot the next set of pictures. She walked onto the stage, positioned her body and placed a smile on her face. She was ready for round two.

"Perfect, now hold it there," Seitarou grinned as he took a few pictures before readying his stance for Mimi to move.

"A little to the left, wonderful. A bit more pout, move forward a little bit, the light it hiding your eyes. Smile woman, it wouldn't kill you. Hai, hai, hai. This is amazing Mimi. Lean forward and put your hands on your left thigh, but move your thigh forward a bit, bend your knee, don't want you falling over……and were done. Great job guys," Saitarou grinned before walking off with the camera films in his hands.

"Konbanwa," Hozumi smirked, walking into Mimi's dressing room without a second thought that she might be half way through changing. Luckily, she wasn't.

"Good evening to you too," Mimi smiled at her agent, releasing her black hair from the Chinese chop sticks that held it up.

"I received a call from Bench. It appears they want you to do a photo shoot for them for their new summer clothing line. What do you want me to say to them?" The older of the two women asked, looking at Mimi expectantly.

"Tell them I can be there in four days. I have a reunion to go to the day after tomorrow, and I don't want to be disturbed during that time," Mimi replied, unbuttoning the blouse that she wore and letting it fall on the floor revealing her soft yet perky DD's and flat but toned stomach.

"As you wish," Hozumi replied before exiting the dressing room, leaving Mimi to get fully changed in the peace of her own company.

"I wonder what they will think of me," Mimi sighed, her left hand index finger trailing softly over her shoulder as her bottom lip found its way to being chewed on nervously, "Will they even like me?"

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"Finally!" Takeru Takaishi sighed when his foot entered onto the main footpath from the university.

"Now, it wasn't that bad," Hikari Kamiya laughed, looking at her best friend with amusement playing in her eyes.

"Iie iie, don't swear like that," Takeru grinned, grabbing the girls hand before taking off in a mad sprint down the path, practically dragging the poor girl instead of leading her.

"Takeru Takaishi, I demand you either slow down or stop this instant!" His female companion complained before her body went crashing into his as he abruptly stopped. The force of it managed to knock the older teens to the ground, her body perfectly curved to his. A blush made its way to both their faces as they lay there, people walking by, staring at them before continuing on their way, neither of them showing any intension of moving. His eyes started into hers, a wispy line of lust hitting them, but unnoticed by a very naïve girl.

"I said stop T.K, not fall over," she giggled, the vibration of her laugh causing her body to move slightly, which also caused the boy to withhold a slight groan.

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly, before he started to climb to his feet, hoping that she didn't notice his swiftly growing member held awkwardly within his pants.

"I can't believe it's in two days," Hikari spoke softly, her left hand making its way towards her mouth, a nervous habit. It had been so long since she had heard from any of them, far too long. Her brother, Taichi. A smile made its way upon her face; it had been no less than three years since she had last spoken to him, in person or over a phone line. He never had time for his baby sister anymore. She would never tell him, but it hurt her, badly. He was her idol of what any boy should be like, whether she admitted that out loud or not was not the point.

Takeru looked at the small girl in front of him. Hikari Kamiya, the girl that one day, he hoped would say yes to marry him. Thought of Hikari quickly changed to those of his older brother, Yamato Ishida. Only a month ago had they been on the phone to one another, talking about their life, well, it was mostly Takeru talking, Yamato just grunted every now and again to convince his brother that he was still alive.

Takeru sighed; his brother had changed, to much to fast. He barely saw his brother, the one before bitter hatred consumed him. It had all started when Taichi's business started picking up, leaving him very little time for his friends, let alone his family. Matt understood at first, himself just receiving a promotion to chief. But after a while, when Taichi employed people to do his job for him, and his brother had settled into the department and things were running smoothly for both of them, nothing had changed, if anything, it had gotten worse. Then Mimi had announced that she was moving to New York to advance her then small time modelling career, completely unaware that on the very same day, his brother was ready to ask her to marry him.

Yes, everything would blow up in a few days, even if none of what was going to be said was planned. He was dreading it, but knew that it needed to happen.

That was chapter one. Let me know if you think I should continue this story or not =]