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Sena smiled satisfied as stepped down from his family private jet. He was average height with a rather athletic build and lean but well defined muscles. The sun was shining strongly and the wind caressed his handsome face gently. It swayed his short chestnut colored hair which was hanging in a high ponytail. His bangs were framing his face and slightly shadowed his eyes as they danced in the wind. His intelligent and dark chocolate colored eyes held a mysterious glint. He was wearing a simple white button up t-shirt with dark baggy jeans and red sneakers.
"Hello, Japan, again I guess." His voice was smooth, felt like music in the air of those who listened. It was small enough to have to strain your ears to hear and make you listen carefully but carried enough conviction, power and confidence to make him stand out anywhere.
"Sena Kobayakawa-sama, the car is here whenever you're ready sir." a servant interrupted. He had to admit the she seemed alright though he never understood why every one of them had to wear a black suit. Even the women wore them, it made it a depressing sigh really, kind of reminded him of a funeral and wasn't that a somber thought.
"Let's go then." Sena cheerfully followed her, the black limousines was parked not twenty feet from where their private jet landed.
"Yeah… I'll walk instead." He picked up his black messenger bag while all the servants remained frozen.
"Kobayakawa-sama please reconsider." The head of his security tried to argue.
"Is such a lovely weather it would be a sin to miss out a good walk." He replied smiling gently. Not to mention just being around so many people who seem incapable of smiling makes me uncomfortable.
"But sir is pretty far, not to mention is not safe. Please-"
"I decided already." His tone left no room for argument.
"Very well sir, then at least take a body guard with you."
"I don't need it. I'm perfectly capable of defending myself besides you guys would attract too much unwanted attention anyway." he smiled as he dismissed the adults.
"But!" Sena waved as he left them dumb-struck. He smiled as he walked slowly exploring the city. He visited some of the places he and his parents used to go, his kindergarten and taken his time to explore but only realize when he saw it was almost sundown.
Is been almost 6 years since the last time I've been here. Who would have thought? Ah! That's right I have to call Mamori-nessan. I wonder if she will recognize me. Sena chuckled as he walked toward the metro. He listened to the peoples chatter as he walked. He arrived to the richer part of the town, some people were giving him weird glances but he ignored them.
He finally arrived to his last destination for the day 'home'. He didn't even have to do anything as the cameras saw him and the guards opened the gates. He knew his family was rich and quite important but sometimes he questioned the use of all the security when they just let him in without even checking his identity. Sena sighed though he composed himself quickly and smiled good naturally as he walked toward the mansion.
"Sena!" her mother cried out. Mihae was a women in her late 30's with a beautiful angelic face and a small but fit body. Sena himself got most of his features from her he only hoped his height wasn't one of those. She quickly got him in a strong yet gentle hug. Sena inhaled her familiar sweet scent and couldn't help but let out a dazzling smile as he detached himself from his mother's grip.
He looked at his father who was just now catching up with his mother. He was a tall and rather simple looking man for the lack of other word. The only eye-catching thing, if you had eye for such things would be his wedding ring and pocket watch. What really made the man stand was the fact that his father hated to dress up unlike his mother who was liked to wear matching cloths to every occasion. Shuuma was always wearing normal plain cloths, which hardly distinguished him from a normal servant. Not to mention his laid back almost lazy attitude got him in trouble with his mother more times then not. Of course as always there were small exceptions to this for example when he had a meeting or such.
"Mother, Father!" he greeted them respectfully with a small bow.
"Son, you're mother has been worried sick. She taught that you didn't want to come home, or worse you were kidnaped." His father said pushing his glasses up a little on his nose.
"I apologize mother, the flight was just too long. I just felt the need to stretch my legs. I admit I should have called beforehand and let you know."
"Sena-kun don't scare me like that ever again." Her mother scolded him lightly. She didn't have time to be angry at him, she just got him back. It was time for celebration and something like this won't be allowed to ruin their mood.
"Let's go inside shall we." His father said as he ruffled his hair playfully.
"Very well." Sena nodded with a gentle smile.
"Yes Mamori-neechan!... Alright I'll see you tomorrow then… Yes… Yes I understand I'll be careful… Good night!" Sena ended the call and chuckled slightly as he left himself fall back on to the soft bed. He looked around the enormous and empty room. His packs were laying innocently beside the door.
"Ah! Shall as well." He hoped on and moved toward them. He had little luggage anyway. He moved toward his walk in closet. He took out the few cloths he had and put them away with care. He moved toward his other bag and placed his laptop on his desk along with the other electronic devices. Them lastly he took out his most important objects -his books they were in a big box, it was his private collection which he had no intention of leaving behind. He was done in less than an hour with arranging them alphabetically.
"Honey! Can I enter?"
"Certainly."
"Oh! You already unpacked…"
"Yes I dislike disorder."
"I see honey… you see I'm happy, that you do… but we have to talk… I-I no we want you to be more selfish …" she said as he caressed his face gently.
"I'm sorry I don't think I understand." He raised an eyebrow curiously.
"I want you to be happy, you're father wants the same for you."
"I know mother."
She smiled happily and kissed his forehead leaving a bit of her lipstick behind. "Alright then. I just wanted to tell you that our Interior Designer is coming here later. We only choose the necessities for the time being as you can see. The room is yours so feel free to change it however you wish."
"Understood."
"Alright then dinner will be ready in 10 minutes so I'll be waiting downstairs."
"I'll be there shortly."
"Sena!" The brunet turned to see his child-hood friend. She matured into quite a beautiful lady through he could feel it she was still the same kind and thoughtful person he remembered her to be. He put away his sun-glasses and smiled happily.
"Mamori-neechan!" Mamori turned around and couldn't help but let out a gasped as he realized who he was.
"Wow! I almost couldn't recognize you Sena... Let me have a good look at you."
Sena smiled displaying his pearl white teeth's. He was wearing a simple white dress t-shirt with a black vest and dark jeans. His hair as usually held in a pony tail. What shocked Mamori through wasn't the expensive black watch on his wrist but the black earrings.
"Eh? You pierced your ear?" she asked in a high voice.
"Yess…?" Sena said a little taken a back by the tone Mamori used. Did he do something wrong?
"Noo! My cute little, powerless frightened and weak Sena have been corrupted!" She shouted.
He couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Yes… maybe, just a little bit. But you don't need to worry I did mature quite a bit too." He said reassuring.
"B-but -"
"Kyaa!" shouted the other girls. Both Sena and Mamori looked at them with a questioning look. Then Sena remembered they were still at the schools gates.
"Mamori! Who is this guy! Is he maybe… your boyfriend?" asked one of Mamori's classmates.
"No he is my friend Sena, I told you about him!"
"Nice to meet you everyone!" Sena smiled brightly. They looked like they were dumb stock then someone fainted while others got a nose-bleed. Sena chuckled slightly. He quickly swooped up Mamori in his arms and whispered quietly. "Hang on!"
Mamori barely registered what happened when the brunette took of running. He closed her eyes quickly and gripped Sena's cloths.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked a little frightened. The brunet was not acting as his usual self.
"Hmm?" Sena asked in wonder then something clicked in his mind and continued. "Look behind us." She did as he told her and was amazed. The girls from her school were actually chasing them.
"He's so cute!"/ "He's mine!"/ "Go die bitch!" / "Sena-sama!"
Mamori cringed. Those people and their expressions were really scary. "Hurry up! They almost caught up!" She said with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting warmed up." He smiled and speed up. They were running for almost 10 minutes when Sena decided that they were at a safe distance. He put down Mamori gently.
"Sena! I'm sorry…"
"Why?"
"You said that it was a bad idea to meet in front of school but I didn't listen… I'm so sorry…" She said sincerely and Sena couldn't help but smile. She really was the same as he remembered her to be.
"It's alright. You couldn't know this would happen."
"But Sena does this happen often? Maybe you should hire a bodyguard…"
The brunet cringed at that, it reminded him too much of his parents discussion the night before. "Nah, I don't need things like that."
"Demo~ is not safe Sena! Yoshi! I decided I will protect you!"
"Mamori-neesan… that… I will be-" She looked at him with such an intensity, and such fire in her eyes that he simply couldn't say it. "-very grateful for that. But-"
"But?" she asked patiently.
"Only against fangirls."
"But-"
"No but. Despite how I may look I know some martial arts I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself in a fight through I'd rather not hurt girls so -."
"I understand."
"Thank you Mamori-neechan."
"Hmmm I will protect you form those rabbit fangirls and filthy women's. Fear not I will protect you're purity."
Sena sweat-dropped. Not again!