To clearing the air and to a clean slate

First things first… thank you to both KHRLover1997 and Rasielis for reviewing.

KHRLover1997: Do you mean the changing perspectives? And thank you so much. I thought it would be harder for readers to understand and might not appear as different perspectives in the end.

Rasielis: Gah, thank you. I do hope I get more readers and people to review and I don't know what to say. I wish my writing style would continue to fulfill that sense of realism.

Next, thanks to all and anyone who reads this story; thanks for the time of the day.

Lastly, I highly recommend that you listen to or listen beforehand to Leaving on a Jetplane by John Denver.


Kagami Taiga was a lot of things. He was hard headed, reckless, stubborn and sometimes too energetic—if that was even the right word to describe him. But there was something he was sure he was not. He wasn't an inconsiderate asshole.

He wasn't the nicest person you'd ever meet, but hey, he was alright.

He wasn't an overly friendly individual, well, most of the time he wasn't friendly at all, but one thing was for sure. And he'd been so sure of that fact. He'd been so sure that he wasn't an absolute and total jerk.

So, when Kagami Taiga heard the news about Ichirou's death. It stunned him.

Yuu had told him that the man couldn't die. Not even if he tried. He had money rivalling buildings that could crush the smallest chance of having cancer. Even if the old fart tried, Yuu had explained to Kagami that there were people—powerful people—that wouldn't let him die.

In other words, Maeda Ichirou was an immortal.

His death- No, the very idea of him dying was just… ridiculous. It was beyond that. It was almost impossible.

Almost.

That was enough for him and his started walking towards the door. Walking wasn't the best way to describe it. No. He was walking briskly, in strides that were slower than actual running, but as fast as his feet would let him.

Not that he couldn't run… he was a firefighter for Christ sake. Running out of burning buildings was what kept lots of people he saved alive. More importantly, it was what kept him alive. Right now, of course, was a different matter entirely. If he ran, he'd run and run… and probably do something like injure himself in the process.

So he half-ran, half-walked to the door. His steps were heavy, but at this point he didn't even notice it. He didn't notice that he'd left the TV on and his apartment door open as he walked down stairs.

Before he knew it, the car engine was roaring and its wheels were screeching.

What else was there to think about?

He had to talk to Yuu.


Maeda Yuu

She wanted this to be like the song.

The song, what was it called again? What was it- Oh, yeah, Leaving On A Jetplane. Yes, she wanted the cheesiest and most fluffy romance song to be like their meeting.

Or their… supposed-to-be-meeting

Maeda Yuu was a romantic at heart. She was a cynical bitch, she'd admit that. A heartless woman and an all-around terrible human being-if people still classified her as one… but she was a true romantic

And no matter how many times she wanted to deny it, Yuu knew she liked that song a little too much and a while ago, it would have been so… so perfect for the two of them. I mean, it was dawn and all of that shit was already there. She was literally there with her bag packed, save for the fact that there was no taxi and she wasn't ready to go.

Deep breath.

Yeah, now she was ready. Taxi or no taxi, Yuu really did want to say good bye to Taiga.

But really, Yuu pondered. That song was supposed to be an apt rendition to her leaving. Of course it was. She might not be back again. Screw that line. She wasn't coming back at all, was she?

"Well, let's just hope this plane ride doesn't end up exploding like the one John Denver rode." Yuu humoured herself.


Kagami Taiga

It was an indescribable feeling. What was? Well, being the biggest jerk in North America.

There was regret, there would always be regret. Then there was hatred. Hatred at himself—why was he, Kagami Taiga, such a dick. Like at a time like that, how could he be so-

So-

There was hardly a word for it.

Hatred at her—why didn't she tell him, then hatred back at him—because he was acting like an ass, that's why. And this was just so dumb of him. How did he mess this shit up? Oh yeah, all he did was be an uncaring son of a bitch who threw her out of his house and broke up with her. All while Yuu was trying to mourn for her father.

What kind of heartless jerk does that?


Maeda Yuu

When she'd seen her father die—seizures, hospital beds and all—she realized something. Even Satan himself could die. Well, that and that Taiga was better off without her.

Yeah. That was what the universe shouted to her.

Come to think of it, a lot of people were better off without her. Better off without her right now. Because Yuu knew that it wasn't a form of escapism, what she was doing. She knew right now that death, death was an irreversible part of like and she'd have to suck up and burry her hatred for her dear darling father because she'd learned that he wasn't coming back.

It was painful to realize it. It was such a pain to hear it over and over in her head, but somehow less of a big 'thing' when she just said it out loud.

She'd have to suck up and grow up to forgive her dad.

To do that, Yuu would have to do her duties as the daughter of Maeda Ichirou. It would be the first time in a really long time that she'd do something for that man. For the past few years, Maeda Yuu had done everything to spite her father, to denounce that she was his daughter and doing things as his daughter made her cringe in agony.

Why the hell did she have to do something for a dead man anyway?

Exhale.

No. Although Yuu hated Ichirou, she respected him. It took her lifetime—mainly her father's—to realize that she respected and looked up to him and as his only daughter there were things that not even the golden boy she called brother could do.

Yes. Her father asked her to do this.

She had to manage their main branch in Japan.

It was in his last will, apparently. Her mother was an inch away from strangling the poor lawyer who read the will. Golden boy was tasked something greater. He was to manage the biggest and main branch. The one located in Manhattan. So both had to move…

Considering her little relocation wasn't as little as her brother's, Yuu was irritated. But, it reminded her of the fact that not even Golden boy could manage two main branches at once.

A smirk was forming on her lips. But someone came into mind.

Would Kagami have congratulated her? Would he-

These dangerous thoughts were exactly why she had to leave now. She checked the time on her phone. 9:01 AM.

"Are we all set, Miss Maeda?"

Considering that this was the Maeda's private plane, it irked her that the man continued to call her Miss Maeda. On the upside, she guessed that he was the pilot and coming to just greet them made her feel a bit better.

"Yes, I-"

"Hmm, what took you so long Yuu? I mean, I know you're always fashionably late for everything, but why now?" Her brother purposely ignored the pilot, the ass. Well, his fiancé was there so Golden boy must have been peacocking his feathers.

Time to ruffle those a bit


Kagami Taiga

He'd gone to their mansion, er, house, but the damned guards wouldn't let him in. For some reason, he just wanted to talk to Yuu.

If not for getting together, then for clearing the air

I mean, if he left it at that—if he left things like that—how exactly was he supposed to live with himself? He knew he'd hurt her. He acted so harshly and didn't even let her explain.

He needed to talk to her. They needed to talk.

And if not for himself, then for Yuu