~ Author's Note ~
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Ch. 3 – Omens
Saori stepped furiously on the accelerator, swerving her Sedan to the right; away from the path of an incoming truck. "Ne, Saori-chan, we've got only eight minutes left! Go faster!" whined Natsumi, constantly checking her cell phone. Kana regretted not seating in the passenger seat since Natsumi was annoying the blonde driver.
"Shut up, Natsumi!" Saori glared at her bestie "I'm trying to go as fast as I can, all right?"
Natsumi just pouted and crossed her arms across her chest. "Meanie" she muttered under her breath.
Kana just sighed, staring out the window. She kinda felt guilty since they were late due to her. But then again, it was actually that b**tard Ryuuji who'd splashed mud on her pretty dress. At the thought of his name, Kana's brown eyes smoldered. Despite being the most patient and sweet in her group, what that black-haired dog had done to her was . . . . unforgivable.
She rested her head against the cool glass, trying to ignore Saori and Natsumi's constant rants. She desperately hoped the gates wouldn't be closed on them. She didn't want anymore bad luck to fall upon her. Kana picked on the hem of her sleeveless, pink, butterfly top. Even though it was kinda casual, she had to applaud Saori's taste in fashion.
"Are you alright, Kana?" the mentioned blonde turned to her, concern written all over her heavily made-up face. Natsumi turned back to, her cat-like eyes softening.
"Don't worry, I'm okay!" Kana flashed them a bright smile, even though she wasn't as okay as she said she was. The fact that Ryuuji had done such a thing hurt her to the core. She hadn't thought he was that mean.
"I'm sure after seeing Rikuo-kun you'll feel a lot better!" Natsumi piped up, consoling Kana with what she thought were 'cheerful words.'
Kana managed an awkward smile and a short "I-I guess."
"I'm so excited!" Saori grinned "Rikuo-kun is so hot, isn't he? I'm sure all the girls will be fawning over him today!"
"Including you, Saori-chan" Natsumi smirked.
"Why, of course!" Saori said in Kiyotsugu's dramatic way "I AM one of the sexiest girls at the College!"
And the three girls burst into giggles. Suddenly, the loud honking of a car brought them back to reality. Kana was the first to get a hold of herself "Saori, look out!"
Saori swerved the car just in time to escape an approaching truck which could've crushed the three girls. All of them let out sighs of relief as Kana breathed "I think we could do with some silence now."
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As soon as they entered the gates, all the eyes were on the black limousine and its accompanying cars. Students edged over the rails and balconies, each and every eye hooked to the sexy, black car; the ride of the Nura heir himself. The guards at the gate saluted smartly at a brunette and black-haired man who got out of the driving and passenger seat respectively. After saluting back, they opened the doors to the back seats and every breath – at least of the females – in the campus stopped.
Rikuo got out of the limo with a confident smirk and crisp attitude which was one of the magnets which attracted the woman to him like steel. When the girls' eyes fell on him, there was silence for a complete second before the whole campus erupted into shouts and screams of his name. The girls were going fanatic as they approached him, the only barrier between them the Nura bodyguards.
Rikuo's smirk increased. He'd expected all this to happen. Actually, he'd have been worried if it didn't. Women loved him, treated him like a God. They were ready to place him on a pedestal and kiss his feet. Rikuo hadn't met a single woman till now who could resist his charms. And God forbid it ever happening.
After the crowd had somewhat calmed down, Rihyon approached the podium and cleared his throat on the microphone. His bodyguards stood in front of the stage in a straight line, Ao and Kuro at the centre, giving off an intimidating aura to anyone who got too close. Rikuo took his seat on the stage next to a grinning Tearai Oni, who'd got clammy hands by now. Miss Yosuzume sat beside the fat Principal, her hemline higher and neckline lower than ever.
"First of all" Rihyon started his well-written speech he'd practiced for two-and-a-half hours "I'd like to thank all the students and teachers gathered here today to listen to a lecture on Medicine: The Boon of the Human Existence."
Rikuo yawned as Tearai Oni whispered aside to him "Nura-sama really knows how to make a good opening, eh?"
The last thing Rikuo wanted to do was gossip with the disgusting fat slob but looking at his watch, figured he had time to kill. "Grandpa always had a knack for it."
"And what do you have a knack for, Rikuo-sama?" Yosuzume joined in on the conversation, bending as to spill some of her glorious cleavage. Rikuo's red eyes definitely fell on them.
Rikuo leaned closer to her, so much that Tearai Oni began to feel nervous and uncomfortable. "Definitely not cleavage" Rikuo retorted in a calm voice, the sexy smirk still prevalent on his face.
Yosuzume blushed furiously and convulsed back in her chair. And that was the end of the conversation.
On the other hand, Kiyotsugu and Jiro kept a watchful eye on the gates. Where are they? Kiyotsugu thought, the gates are gonna be closed soon! And to the rich boy's horror, the guards began pulling out the lever and pushing the huge metal doors together. "Oh shit!" Kiyotsugu cursed as he got up and rushed towards them, with his loyal sidekick Jiro in tow. "Please don't close the gates!" Kiyotsugu flailed his arms while running.
Rikuo's eyes shifted to the back of the eager audience where two boys ran with flailing arms towards the gates. He was a bit amused to say the least.
"Stop! Stop!" Kiyotsugu shouted at the top of his voice, though the deep, baritone voice of Rihyon drowned out the boy's high-pitched tone. However, one of the guards noticed him.
"Eh, Kiyojuji-sama?" the guard asked "Is there some problem?" Kiyotsugu was a rich kid so it's obvious that everyone knew him.
Kiyotsugu panted while his hands were on his knees and sweat was trailing down his expensive black Burberry suit. He finally got up and wiping his perspiration with a patented handkerchief, exclaimed "Could you wait for some time? My friends are not here yet."
The sterner one of the guards stepped forward. "Sorry Kiyojuji-sama, but we have strict orders to close the gates right after the arrival of the Nuras."
"Can you wait for five minutes, please?" Jiro begged with his best puppy eyes only to receive a glare from the guards. They certainly had respect only for the exclusive members of the social circle.
The guard just shook his head and turning back to Kiyotsugu apologized "Sorry, but-''
Suddenly, there was a loud honk and a white Sedan swerved dangerously inside the campus. Rikuo, who was watching all the commotion for time-pass, raised an eyebrow. Late friends, huh?
Saori darted out the car, and cheered excitedly "Made it in time!"
Natsumi got out just in line after Saori and said "You should be thankful we made it alive!"
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Tsurara Oikawa stared out the window of her penthouse, utterly bored and craving for the companionship of her childhood friend, Rikuo. She twirled the wine glass in her hand and took a small sip of the thick, crimson liquid before placing the glass on the table and walking into her room.
The private room of Japan's top model, Tsurara Oikawa, was a lavishly furnished place and could accommodate three other average sized bedrooms. The gargantuan blue bed was by the centre wall beside which there were two huge wardrobes with countless numbers of clothes and make-up in them. Besides, there was a shoe rack which housed about forty pairs of Jimmy Choos, Guccis, Louis Vuittons, Christian Louboutins and countless other luxury brands. There was a coffee table in the centre of the room, a 45-inch plasma T.V., a personal bathroom with a sauna and Jacuzzi, a large dressing table with a body mirror and many more such things which will take an entire article to write about.
Tsurara slopped lazily on her bed, dressed in nothing but a turquoise bathrobe. Her long, extremely silky, dark blue locks sprawled all over the blue sheets and she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She'd managed to get a holiday today as she was dead tired from travelling to Ibiza then to Venice and Paris for countless number of photo shoots. Also, she had to be present at three inaugurations tomorrow; one of a jewelry store, a famous patisserie and a music studio. And after that, she'd had to travel all over to Moscow for two weeks for a calendar shoot.
So the beautiful model had planned to laze around and spend time on her favorite activities all day long today.
But unfortunately for her, her childhood friend and love, Rikuo Nura, had been forced to go to a sh**ty little College with his grandfather who'd had to give a stupid lecture to the tiny a**holes present. The fact that Rihyon was giving a lecture didn't bother her in the slightest. But the fact that he'd dragged Rikuo with him to a place where big-boobed sl**s would throw themselves at him, angered her to the core.
Her dashing prince had promised to come and visit her after the function was over but she doubted he'd be able to make it. And it all had to happen today when she finally got a holiday? Tsurara gritted her teeth in anger and threw the crystal elephant that was on the bedside table to the wall, shattering it into a million little pieces. It released some of her irritation. Even though the elephant was lovely, she'd get another one like it. It cost only 250 Us Dollars after all.
She took deep breaths to calm herself and plopped down on her bed, closing her eyes.
At least she could dream about Rikuo . . . . . . . .
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Kana and gang hurriedly made their way to their seats, thankful that not many people had noticed their barging in. Although it was hard for them to calm down Natsumi and Saori's shrieks at seeing Rikuo, poisonous glares from fellow students immediately shut them up. Rihyon continued with his lecture, clearly not noticing the new arrivals while Rikuo kept staring at them, his gaze steady and overwhelming.
Even though Kana could feel someone's intense gaze on her, she had no clue as to the culprit. Her friends were clearly not the ones and she discreetly looked around, searching for the person. The ominous feeling in her bosom was beginning to become more noticeable, as much as she tried to push it away. Her dress had already been ruined by Ryuuji.
What else could possibly go wrong?
But the moment her brown orbs connected with Rikuo's intimidating red ones, the brunette felt jolts of electricity pass through her petite body and she immediately averted her gaze, her heart thudding against her chest. She started panting softly and a blush formed over her cheeks.
Rikuo smirked, clearly entertained by the brunette's flustered expression. She's kinda cute, he thought, though nearly not the striking type. However, his attention was drawn by Ao who stood near the staircase, who tapped his left thumb. Rikuo stiffened as he recognized the sign. They were in danger.
Ao and Kuro moved their eyes everywhere, clearly looking for any menacing person in the campus. Their black shades helped shadow their eyes, giving an illusion of them looking straight ahead. At least this way, the assassin wouldn't know that they were searching for him.
As soon as they'd reached HCSM, Kuro had noticed someone spying on them from the shadows. Even though the person was skilled, hiding every time Kuro turned his head, the black-haired man wasn't a novice himself with 7 years spent in the Training Academy. Count two years of professional experience with that and you get a death-gun.
So Kuro had informed Ao and the other guards to be alert and keep a hawk's eye one anyone and everyone within the perimeter of the campus. One single mistake could cost the life of the older or younger Nura. Or maybe both.
On the other hand, Kana was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and looking everywhere, unconsciously searching for something. Kiyotsugu, who sat beside her, noticed her fidgeting and asked "Is something wrong, Kana-chan?"
"Huh?" Kana snapped towards her friend "No, it's nothing. It's just . . . . . you know those intuitions I get before something bad happens?" Kana paused, her brown eyes settling on Rihyon's lecturing form. "I'm getting one right now. And it's very strong."
Instead of debunking her sixth sense, like most others would, Kiyotsugu interlaced his fingers and whispered "I think you may be correct. After all, there could be an assassination attempt on the Nuras."
Kana's eyes widened at the suggestion. She'd never thought of it that way but it all made perfect sense. A college campus was the perfect place for an assassination attempt. The panic among the students would give perfect cover to the assassin to run away. Stop Kana.
Kana shook her head, trying to get rid of all the crazy ideas in her head. Kiyotsugu was murmuring to himself about something and the brunette realized that this was all just imagination. There's no need to be so imaginative, she chided herself, there's gonna be no assassination attempt and I'm sure this intuition doesn't mean anything actually. Relax Kana. Don't get so worked up about it.
After all, nothing's gonna happen.