Chapter Seven – Past Problems

Yamato was troubled. Who was that woman in front of him, and why was she yelling at him? He did not understand at all what she was trying to say, with the constant and repetitive "How dare you leave me waiting for you all these years?!"

However, what he knew was that she sure had healthy lungs. She looked vaguely familiar, too. Moderately tall- about an inch taller than Yuuya- with a small face, grey eyes, pink painted lips, dark smooth hair and being busty, she could be easily classified as 'cute lady in late teens or early twenties with shapely body'.

He stared at her, perplexed and totally clueless about the reasons of louder and louder outburst and her rather steadily more annoying scolding.

The woman was making a scene before the students of his school, which was completely unacceptable. Yamato sighed quietly in frustration, resisting the urge to pass an exasperated hand in his hair, instead asking the brunette politely if they could continue this conversation in a more private place, instead of in front of a whole school of high school students watching them eagerly (Actually, the students were all glaring at the one they deemed as a Harpy trying to steal their Yamato-chan away from them. Some of them were even preparing the home economics class for their nurse to bake a bit sometimes later).

Yamato drove her off the school compound, glancing back at Vice-Principal Heizawa before to in a way ask for permission, which he was given almost immediately, to the park directly in front of the educational institution, on the other side of the road.

They conversed like civilised human beings (for the dark haired man's part) for about half an hour. Then, the woman, whose name he learnt was Raizaki Fumiko, departed in tears, and Yamato departed to go back to school, bemused.

Miss Raizaki was apparently one of his ex-girlfriend. And it seemed that he did not tell her they had broken up. Still, Yamato felt bad for her, even if he had tried to apologise. He had the proof, in the form of a hand print on his smarting left cheek.

It stung.