Chapter 7
"Hey, did you see those cars waiting outside?" whispered a first year from the Rikkai tennis club. "I swear it was as if the Yakuza's here."
"Hey! You freshmen!" Shouted Niou. "No chattering during club hours!"
"Hai! Senpai!"
"Now come over here and tell us what you're talking about, what cars?" asked Niou looking at the tinny freshmen.
"Well, since the regulars start practice an hour earlier than we do, we come to school later you see," stuttered one of the freshmen. "And well, outside, all these black cars are parked, all in a row, my mum was really angry cuz there were no parking spaces…and well, yeah, that's it."
"Black cars," mused Niou. "What model?"
"Ummm…I think they were porches," he turned to his friend. "You said you recognised the model didn't you?"
Yeah, they were-"
"Porsche turbo 911 type 964," said Yukimura walking towards them.
"Yeah, how did you know Yukimura-Bucho?"
"Because it's Lenali's father's favourite model."
Marui ran with all he had the moment her heard the news, what was her father doing here!? Lenali was under enough pressure and stress, she didn't need more. What if he had come to take her away? What if her intended to lock her up? Every thought that ran through his mind made him run faster and faster, he needed to find her, not just for her sake, but for his as well.
"Where is he going?" asked Yagyuu.
"No, he's right," said Yukimura. "We have to find Lenali."
"Simple, just follow the trail of condoms and empty bottles," said Niou, a hand whacked him at the back of his head with so much force he almost fell over. "Ow! I kid! I kid!" He turned to see it was Sanada who had hit him.
"You think it's funny do you? How about I give you a lesson on when's the right time to joke?" asked Sanada.
"No, no need, I'll be good, I swear."
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Lenali yanked at the hands that held her still, the two men were both bald and dress in dark suits with matching glasses, she'd laugh at them had they grabbed her before she could.
"Let go of me!" she exclaimed tugging and pulling.
"My daughter," she froze, looking up she saw a middle age man, his face creased from stress and work, black eyes and greying hair and dressed in a grey and black pinstripe suit.
"Hello Qiqiue," she replied. "What's the meaning of this?"
"You're coming home, and then I'm sending you to a place where your mother can't touch you."
"I can handle myself," replied Lenali.
"Nights out partying, drinking, smoking and don't deny it I can smell the tobacco from here! You're going to boarding school; hopefully there you'll smarten up." Marui, Yukimura, Sanada, Yagyuu and Niou rand around the school searching for Lenali, arriving just in time to hear where her father intended to send her.
"Uncle," said Yukimura quietly slowing down once the two were in sight.
"Boarding school?" echoed Marui.
That's her old man?! No wonder she turned out the way she did! Thought Niou now knowing better than to say it out loud.
"No! You have no right! I'm no longer in your custody!" shouted Lenali.
"You're my daughter! I have every right!"
"I'm not going you hear me?! If you wanted to be a good father, why were you never there! Why weren't you ever home!? You're either at work or in bed with your mistresses!-" Her father slapped her across the face just as the guards let her go; she fell to the floor, her cheek now red.
"Uncle what are you doing!?" Yukimura raced to her side steps behind Marui who was already helping her up.
"You ungrateful child! You wretch! I wish I never had a daughter like you!"
"When you had me, what you wanted wasn't a child, but an obedient little girl who would do as you say, a puppet is what you wanted! Sorry for disappointing you!" shouted Lenali. Her father looked shocked at her words. "Even if it was a puppet that you wanted, even a puppet needs love and care!"
Her father looked away and turned around to leave, his body guards followed him.
Lenali's eyes were watering. "You okay?" asked Marui gently touching it with a cool finger.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just relived, I finally said it," replied Lenali her lie so smooth even Yukimura believed it. "It stings a bit as well."
You ungrateful child! You wretch! I wish I never had a daughter like you!
I wish I never had you!
