Yuki & Hime
Yuki was currently hiding out at the president mansion. After waking up and eating all of his mother's chocolate, he had been driven there. The president had given him permission to skip out on the few jobs he had and Tokyo High understood that coming to school on Valentine's Day may not be the best thing for him, the students, or the school. He'd thought it would be bad, but he didn't think girls would actually find the president's mansion. It wasn't listed after all, and it sure as hell wasn't near any city. Heck, he wasn't sure if he was still considered to be in Tokyo or its outskirts.
The whole estate was surrounded by girls, but the really scary thing was he couldn't see them. No matter how many times he looked out the window, even with heat vision goggles, he couldn't see anyone, but he knew they were out there; in the trees, in the ground, and in the stream that ran through the garden and outside of the giant steel fences (which had an electric current running through it, I might add). A miracle may not have been enough for them to get inside.
Yuki silently thanked the president for putting him on the eighth floor of his mansion. It wasn't very accessible from the ground, and it gave a good view at possible air raids. Yes, air raids. There had been five attempts from helicopters so far, thankfully, none successful. But those girls were resourceful: smoke bombs, knockout gas, battering rams, grenade launchers—it was filled with boxes of chocolate instead—, and tranquilizers were among their ammunition. The guards had resorted to wearing gas masks, and bullet proof vests (where the president got them Yuki didn't ask. He didn't really want to know either.), just in case.
He jumped at a knock on the door. "Come in."
Hime stuck her head in the door, a faint smile on her face. "Happy Valentine's Day, Casanova-san," she said teasingly.
Yuki scowled at her. "What about you? No one tried to steal your parents' chocolate this year?" Kyouko had been very forthcoming about events involving the Uesugis to Yuki recently, making him wonder if she was already planning the wedding. She had been talking to Hime's mother quite often lately, he mused.
The younger brunette stuck her tongue out at him with her hands behind her back. "No, I gave them their chocolate this morning before I left for work. They tried to steal this one though," she said holding up a large box of chocolate. Just by the size, Yuki could tell there was the same amount—if not more—chocolate as the box his mother had given him. He stared at the box and the girl holding it, pointing to himself, unable to speak and Hime smiled. She gave him the box, kissed him on the cheek, said "Happy Valentine's Day," and left.
Yuki stared at the door as he tried to figure out what exactly he did to deserve chocolate. Part of him (the part he got from his father) told him to shut up and enjoy the fact she gave him chocolate. And he did.
Ten years after...
Hime watched her husband, whom she'd been married to for five years, sleep. Yuki had grown up to look just like his father, except for his hair and appetite of course. She set a little box of chocolate on his forehead and climbed out of their bed. It wasn't the only box of chocolate she made for him, but she left a little hint in the box for him to find the next one. Like her mother- and father-in-law, she loved to tease the man and make him work for what he wanted.
She got dressed for the day, picked up the box of chocolate beside her bed, and went off to another bedroom in their five bedroom house. They weren't expecting more little terrors, but surprise visits from oversea friends or the in-laws were quite frequent. Not to mention their little angel needed a lot of room to play with all her friends and her little suitors.
Hime opened the door to a small room on the first floor to reveal a little girl about three with short black hair dressed in pink teddy bear pajamas. Her amber eyes were closed as the young mother very carefully set the box of chocolate on the toy box by the girl's door. She didn't want to disturb her little girl's beauty sleep. That was one of the aspects Tenshi got from her father even though Hime herself was actually a morning person and loved to rise with the sun.
