Since my first venture to Japan with my cubs three years ago, we have return to visit my parents several times. Each visit periods last longer and the time between shorter. My cubs love being in Japan with their grandparents, and I love being near them. So listlessly, I move my small company to Japan.
I had started a small design company that specializes in company design and promotions. In the last year business have steadily increase, the small staff of 4 relocate without much complaints and live in the company house that I had purchase next to my parents. They just do not have the resistance to say no to my cubs.
With each passing year, my cub grows more brightly, shines more brilliantly, mature more beautifully. I grow weaker with each passing year; my heart and soul yearn for him, and his touch. Though, I long accept the fact that it is an impossibility, I still held to that gossamer of hope that he'll be by my side one day.
Only a few more years, a few more years before I am free from this tortuous road of loneliness. A few more years before my cubs can take care of themselves, under the watchful eyes of their godfather and protective uncles.
I knew from watching my wolf grandparents that wolves without their mate cannot live long after they're cubs become independent. The only reason my grandparents live as long as they did was because my parents conceive me before my mother reach her wolf majority and pass leaving me without other close wolf relative. However, once I reach my wolf majority with cubs of my own they pass in their sleep. Leaving me, as I would soon leave my cubs. As the days pass it was becoming more and more difficult to hide my failing strength and resignation from them.
Coana knew that I was without a mate, he had tried to take his place in my heart. I learned to love him as a lover, as my mate, but my soul had refused, we had even tried for our cubs, after Haruaka and Yuuka, but it was not meant to be. However much that I had wished that I had meet Wolfram first, I did not, and I cannot not change the pass just as I cannot change my heart and soul.
"MOMO chan! Is lunch time."
"Haruto! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that, stop following Coana's example." Since my cub and I have always have a fondness for peaches, when they are in season I am never without one a day, Conan had called me that one day during his office visits and Haruto have never let it go since.
"Does this mean that only Conan san can call you Momo chan?"
"No it does not." My face red with anger, but mostly embarrassment. The rest of my staff just laugh as they watch the daily occurrences. We visited a restaurant near our current work site. It was fill with hosts and their clients, none of us mind as we work with people of various styles, ethics, and preferences, even if there is too much PDA.
That's when I sees him walking in, arms full of woman's. I did not think that a blue blood lineage like him would be working as a host. My heart burn with rage and jealousy, my soul was fought to be free to go over there and rip them apart. I fought rationally and force my soul down, hiding my scent. It was not a difficult task as the restaurant is fill with Madararui.
"Shi chan?"
I look up to see Haruto looking unnecessary serious in the few times since we knew each other. He reach forward to wipe the tears that I did not realize was escaping from my eyes. "Just some unpleasant memories." The group tense, we all knew each other's well, we were more than coworkers, more than boss and subordinates, we were a broken mis-match family that look out for one another, and it only took them a second to realize. It was impossible for them to ignore when Yo… Madarame's aurora was flaring out like the sun. Challenging and provoking every dominate in the restaurant. His scent was permeating through the air, even the most dense of madararui who had meet my daughter would recognize the similarity in their, no our scent.
"Is that him?"
"Leave it."
"SHI chan!"
"Drop it." I said with finality, I have long came to term with the the broken bonding between Madarame and I. "I am not leaving Conan. How he chose to live his life is of no consequences to me. Let us finish our meal first, after all we have a deadline to meet." All of a sudden, the person of discussion turns my face with the palm of his hand, holding it as if he was in pain. Is not possible.
"Pres?" He stares at my face, then lower to my chest. "Sorry wrong person, but would you like to join us for lunch instead?"
"I am sorry, but I have prior arrangement with my coworker. Please remove your hand from my person."
"Yonekuni, she just a monkey leave her."
Unknowingly, a sad smile appear on my face, his preferred choice of female never changes. As soon as I realize my expression, I quickly wipe it away with air of nonchalance. "I believe you have prior engagement as well, Mr. Madarame"
"Then another time Miss."
"I am afraid not Madarame san." I walked away, just as he had before countless time. Does this make me the same as him? Even if I walk away now, I have a feeling that I will be seeing a lot him in the future.
30 Minutes Later
I hate it when I am right. As it turns out he is our new client. This is one of the major project we had in awhile, we were hired to build his new host club from top to bottom. Currently, everyone is standing in where the new club to be. His only request is to built the with the latest fashion within budget. Everything is reasonable, and we get more than a decent commission for our work, there is no reason to turn it down. Sigh. Even when I went out of my way to avoid him, it looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Well it would be nice to work with everyone in a single project. If we do this well, it would certainly boost our reputation and standing for future work. In Japan, there is better way to network than a host club.