Hello people! I'd just like to tell you that when Atobe and his dad's talking, I'm gonna call Atobe 'Keigo,' kay? Bye bye for now! Review!
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"Party"
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"Seira-chan, wait up! Wanna come to eat sushi with us?" Eiji bounded towards the walking girl.
Seira rolled her eyes as she turned around.
"No thank you. As pleasing as that sounds, I think I'm going to regurgitate every-"
"Oi! Midori! Ore-sama commands you to hurry up!"
Eiji looked past Seira only to spot Atobe frowning from inside his limo, the window rolled down.
"On second thought, I'd love to eat sushi-"
"Does Ore-sama actually have to get out himself?"
Seira inwardly groaned as she heard the door slamming shut, and rapid footsteps coming towards her.
"What is it?" she hissed, whirling around.
"Ore-sama needs to complete his project. Now, come."
"Yadda."
"Come."
"Yadda."
"Come!"
"Yadda!"
"Ore-sama demands you to get in the car right. Now."
"Yadda."
"Now!"
"No!"
"NOW!"
"NO!"
"NOW!!!"
"NO!"
"Monkey King."
Atobe's head snapped to his left, glaring at Ryoma, who smirked.
"Monkey King?"
Seira blasted into laughter.
"Nice name you've got there...Monkey King!"
"Ore-sama commands you to shut up."
Seira continued to laugh out peals of laughter.
"Oi! Shut up!"
Seira stifled her laughter, a smile tugging a her lips.
"In anycase, Ore-sama is tired, and wishes to go home-and he cannot without you, lest my father sees. Now come!"
With a sharp tug, Midori was shoved into the limo.
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"What?! A ball?! No. Way."
Seira shook her head slowly, shoving the elegant piece of cream-colored paper into Atobe's hands.
"Your father demands you to come, and Ore-sama has the responsibility of making sure that you look presentable-and that you don't run away!"
"So? Go without me!"
"Ore-sama can't!"
"Why not?"
"Ore-sama's credit cards will be cut of should a disaster happen! And I refuse to have that happen!"
"Well, I'm just not cut out for your so called 'eloquence,' got it?"
"Quit lying. Ore-sama knows that you were a perfectly noble lady three years ago, just like your sister," Atobe spat.
Seira's eyes widened. A distorted look crossed her face.
"No. I'm nothing like my sister-never was, never will be. Do something about the party yourself. Cuz' there's no chance I'm going."
Seira stalked out of the room, slamming the door closed.
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"Father, have you called for me?" Atobe inquired as he strode into his father's study. His father looked up from his custom made cherry-wood desk.
"Ah. Keigo, I went through a lot to pry this out of that old man Midori's hands for you. It's an album-with Seira's pictures inside along with her sisters...from three years ago. This should make your work considerably easier."
Keigo raised an eyebrow. Something that would make his work easier? Ha-the overstatement of the century.
He walked over and gingerly picked up the royal blue album, engraved with gold letters, 'My Lovely Daughters.' He flipped the cover open, and his astonishment grew with each picture.
Finally, he dropped the album back onto his father's desk.
"Y-you mean to tell me...that's Seira?"
"And her sister. It seems she took some...change in personality three years ago...after her sister's death. However, by recreating something from those photos, you may be able to bring forth the 'lady' in her from years ago."
Keigo started to laugh. His father looked at him quizically.
"Father, this must be a joke! That girl...is not Seira. She can't be!"
"Oh, but she is. And for heaven's sake, Keigo! Be careful with that album! It's old man Midori's most prized possession! And stop that laughter-it's discomforting me. You know how your mother can get if she sees me in such a state-she's such a worrywart. Now, begone."
The picture contained Seira, smiling lovingly with her eyes full of warmth. She sat poised in a lavender chair, her hair in curls which fell down her shoulders elegantly. Her hands lay gently on top of one another on her lap. She wore a beautiful dark blue dress, with bare shoulders and puffed, elbow-length sleeves. Sapphire studs adorned her ears, a delictate teardrop-shaped sapphire necklace hanging down her neck.
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Atobe sighed. Just how was he to convince the girl to once more put on her ladylike aura? He sighed as he leaned further into the railing under the midnight sky. He glanced upwards, before slowly turning it to his side when he heard something...singing? A sweet melody filled the empty atmosphere. He gaped as he saw Seira, singing on her balcony next to his. Which was pretty far away, but nonetheless, he could still hear the music.
"In a moment, everything can change,
Feel the wind on your shoulder,
For a minute, all the world can wait,
Let go of your yesterday.
Can you hear it calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing?
And take control,
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shine,
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try, cause it's your time,
Time to fly.
All your worries, leave them somewhere else,
Find a dream you can follow,
Reach for something, when there's nothing left,
And the world's feeling hollow.
Can you hear it calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing?
And take control,
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shine,
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try, cause it's your time,
Time to fly.
And when you're down and feel alone,
Just want to run away,
Trust yourself and don't give up,
You know you better than anyone else,
In a moment, everything can change,
Feel the wind on your shoulder,
For a minute, all the world can wait,
Let go of yesterday,
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shine,
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try,
Fly
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try, cause it's your time,
Time to fly.
In a moment, everything can change..."
When Seira stopped, her eyes were still closed, crystal drops of tears trailing down her delicate face. She slowly opened her eyes, and Atobe hurriedly went back into his room before she could see him.
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Seira had just finished wiping away the last of her tears when she heard a hesitant knock on her door. She opened it, and her eyes widened as she saw Atobe standing there.
She gaped.
Atobe strolled into the room, wordlessly.
"W-what do you want?" Seira asked tiredly, closing the door behind her.
She was quickly losing energy. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry herself to sleep, mumbling on and on about how guilty she felt, but nooo, this person had to show up-!
Seira uttered a low cry as she was into a pair of strong arms.
"You don't have to act strong all the time. Idiot."
Seira's eyes widened even further, then narrowed, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"You can cry sometime. Try it. Maybe then you won't have to act brutally towards Ore-sama."
At last, Seira cried. Tears fell down her pale cheeks. She cried, for the first time...in three years.
Seira clenched onto Atobe's silk shirt until her knuckled turned white, sobbing.
"I killed her...I killed her...I killed her...my own sister...!"
Atobe stared down at Seira, his brows furrowing together.
"I shouldn't have called her that day...I didn't mean to...she got distracted...it's all my fault!"
Atobe slowly started to frown. You can't kill someone by calling them...can you?
"She made the wrong turn...and...and...I killed her...!"
Atobe's eyes softened.
"You didn't kill her. It's not your fault."
Seira gasped. Someone had just easily uttered the words she had longed to hear for so long. The words she had longed to hear, but never heard. She never heard anything but consolation. Because no one knew.
No one knew that she'd called her sister, excited that her sister was coming back from Japan to Germany.
No one knew that her sister had been so happy that she accidentally made a wrong turn, sealing her fate.
No one knew.
Until now.
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Three weeks later...
"Do I really have to wear this thing?"
Seira gingerly held the blue piece of cloth between her index finger and her thumb out in front of her, peering at it through pained eyes.
Atobe huffed.
"Ore-sama went through all that trouble of having it remade in your size, so of course you must wear it! Are you that much of an idiot?"
"What did you say?!"
"Besides, Ore-sama expects you to look your best-Ore-sama has gone through much trouble to bring your former elegance back."
Seira snorted.
"Thank you, Mr. Gay Ore-sama."
"What?"
"And remember-the only reason I'm doing this for you is because I lost that bet-hey, I didn't know that that stupid Eiji would lose to Oichi."
"It's Oishi, if memory serves, you bumbling idiot."
"Is 'idiot' all you can say, Mr. Gay Ore-sama?"
"Ore-sama is not gay!"
"Okay, okay-sheesh-cool it, Mr. Gay Ore-sama! God-its not my fault that you wear silk purple shirts!"
"Purple is the color of royalty-as suited for Ore-sama, and silk is the richest of material! Unlike your puny little fake leather pants!"
"They are real leather, and leather is so much better than gay silk on a guy!"
"Oi!"
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Two Days Later...
"I must say, the dress looks surprisingly suitable on you."
"Surprisingly?" Seira glared.
"Ah. I expected more of a drooling donkey, but instead, out came a horse."
"Nani?!"
Seira fumed in her midnight blue dress-the exact same one she wore years ago in the photo. Atobe had had it remade into her current size, hoping that it would help to force Seira's rebellious self back-at least for the night.
This time, her long hair was put up on the back of her head, sapphire studs dancing around her hair, weaved into silver chains. She wore the same jewelry as well-but Atobe had had the earrings extended, so that the sapphire crystals now hung on delicate silver.
"Hold your temper-remember, you lost," Atobe arrogantly ordered.
Seira obeyed.
If one thing, Seira always remained true to her word.
But sometimes, that's not always a good thing-like this time.
To her at least. To Atobe, it was a ticket to freedom.
"You are the most pompous jerk I've ever see-"
"Seira! Is that you?"
Seira forced on the sweetest smile she could muster and spun around.
To be crushed underneath the weight of two humungous boobs, and a fat lady.
"Seira-it is you! I'd recognize that smile anywhere!"
"It's good to see you again, too," Seira choked out.
"It's been years since I last saw you-three years, was it? Oh!"
The lady heaved up off of Seira when Atobe gently tapped her.
"Is that Atobe Keigo I see? Seira-" the lady slapped Seira 'lightly,' which means that Seira practically toppled over- "You've got yourself quite a good catch, hm?"
"Hahhh?!"
"It's nothing like that, Mrs. Shitobu. I'm afraid that it's our fathers, summoning us. I'll see you in a while, Mrs. Shitobu," Atobe waved as he dragged Seira away.
"Wow-you can actually talk like an actual human being instead of saying 'Ore-sama' like a broken tape recorder," Seira marveled.
"Shut up! It's all about business, you fool. That lady happens to be a very successful corporation owner! Besides, three years?"
"I didn't attend any balls for the last three friggin' years!"
If anybody were to see this pair, they would see a pair of beautifully, elegantly smiling teens having the time of their lives. Oh, if they could only hear them!
"Do you even know the names of the people?!" Atobe demanded-the forced smile still on his face.
"What do you think, Mr. Business?!"
"Oh, so Ore-sama is now Mr. Business?!"
"Yeah-and the answer to your former questions is a big, fat, NO."
"What are you going to do?!"
"No. What are you going to do? Hey-I'm obedient for tonight, not Ms. Wonder Memorization."
"Okay, stop with the 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.!'"
"Whatever-oh, crap."
"What?!"
"Dad alert. On the staircase. With your dad. Crap."
"What?! Ore-sama's father can't be here this early-"
The two stopped in their tracks at the bottom of the staircase.
The two fathers stopped in their tracks at the top of the staircase.
And the two groups stared.