Bride of the Mafia Lord
#9. / Grand Romance?
"We're here!" Clementine shouts, bringing the scooter to an immediate halt. "Thanks!" Mikoto says, quickly making his way toward the entry of the manor. At the farthest distance his eye could reach, he saw the limo and Nikaidou preparing to depart. Mikoto raised his voice, "Nikaidou!" The mafia prince stopped and stared at his surroundings, "Young master?" The chauffer asked, "Did you hear that?" he asked. "No sir," Mikoto rushed quickly toward the limo praying in his heart that the limo wouldn't start. "What's wrong dearie?" Sano asked, holding onto his feisty sons, "I thought I heard Mikoto." Nikaidou scanned the area as his parents gazed in disappointment. "He misses him." Sano said. "Sir, we're going to be late." The chauffer said patting the young master on the shoulder as Nikaidou sighs, "You're right." Getting into the limo, Nikaidou gets comfortable with his parents sitting in front of him confused and worried. Maybe it was just my imagination he thought. And just when the limo's engine had started and had left the security of the manor's drive way, the limo was forced to a stop. "What happened?" Hatori asked as the chauffer took a better look at their hindrance. "Sir its. . ." Nikaidou turned from the window to the front window and there he saw Mikoto. His arms wide opened stopping the limo from moving and shouting: "Nikaidou get your ass out here!" To-Chan and his two older brothers; Ran and Yoru exclaimed: "Its Miko-Nee-Chan!" Nikaidou's eyes stayed the large surprised ones as he opened the door. "Mikoto what are you doing here?" He asked. Mikoto walked forward and with all his might brought his right hand down had onto Nikaidou's left cheek. "You really are pathetically stupid!" He shouts. Nikaidou held onto his left cheek, sitting on concrete with surprise on his face. "M-Mikoto?. . ." He stared. "I love you . . . you jerk!" Mikoto cried. In his heart, Mikoto knew that it still hurt from hearing those words Nikaidou spoke to him, so much that it burned his eyes when he looked at him, but there was something that still blossomed in his heart for Nikaidou.
"If. . . going to your grandparents hurts you that much. . . why didn't you let me go help you?" The boy shouts, "If its moral support you need, why didn't you let me be the one?" Mikoto rubs the tears from his eyes as Nikaidou stood up. "If you truly loved me why did you say those things?" The boy cried. "Mikoto. . . ?" The surprised man gazed at his lover his cold fingers wiping the hot tears from his cheeks, "I love you. . ." The boy pouts, "Don't let me go. . ." Nikaidou's eyes went from the boy's hands to his neck to his face and his hair. His fingers were red from the cold, his nose was running, and his hair was bristling. "Go home Mikoto." Cold words like ice stung Mikoto as he stared up at the mafia lord, noticing that his face was no longer astonished or amazed but angry and deprived of joy. "If you know that much then go home already." He said sadly. "Why!" Mikoto shouted, "I don't want you to get hurt. . ." Nikaidou managed, knowing that these words weren't worth the loss. "And what about you? You don't think I worry for you?" Golden eyes widened, cold fingers suddenly turning warm as a pink haired boy staggers toward himself. Hands reaching up to his face, eyes gazing into bewildered pupils. "You're not alone." Nikaidou's neck slowly bent lower toward the nape of Mikoto's neck, warmth embracing the frozen body. "I'm here for you." Whispers of white breath, weak arms wrapped strongly around lover's neck, keeping him tight in bars of love. "Let me in, let me stay, let me be support for you." Mikoto felt warm tears fall onto his skin, his lips curved into a smile, his hand ontop of Nikaidou's hair. "But I don't want you to get hurt. . ." Said blond wimpers, "Idiot. . . who's gonna get hurt? The only one who's gonna get hurt here. . . is you." Mikoto smiles, his fingers fondling with the mafia lord's hair, his lips going from his ears to cheeks. And for awhile Mikoto finally felt himself smile.
"Are you really ok with this?" Nikaidou asked the two now sitting in the limo seats. "If I wasn't would I be in here?" Mikoto scowls, "Remember this, its because of you I got frostbites on my fingers, so take responsibilties." The boy pouts. Nikaidou chuckles, "You're yourself again." Said princess' face turns all red from the embarrassment, "Wh-what are you talking about?" He shouts, turning away. And unexpectedly a kiss was planted to the boy's right cheek, "I like that." The man snickers, laying his cheek onto the boy's shoulder. "Idiot." Mikoto sneers, bonking the man on the head, laughing a little. The two embraced each other, smiling and laughing, not noticing that peeping toms were eyeing. "Momma, when can I do that." 8 year old Ran asked his index finger not moving from the couple. "When you get older." Sano rolls his eyes smiling, carrying the child to the farthest part of the seats. "Let your brother have some privacy would you?" The man asked, kissing the child on the head then sending him his way. Running toward their father, Ran, Yoru and Toudo sat down beside him. "You think he'll do ok?" The father asked concerned while his wife sat proud and comfortable, "If he's what Nikaidou claims, he'll do just fine."
It didn't take long until the duo and the rest of the family came to the Wiverspoon Manor. Lord Wiverspoon sat in the lounge, smoke pipe in his mouth, eyes with a stern-cross look in them, his finger tapping on the armchair. Nikaidou sat bravely before this death war with Mikoto sitting beside him, just like before, just how Ivan remembered it. "You dare?" The old man asked inhaling and exhaling. "He's the love of my life." Nikaidou says, "Without him life would be meaningless." The predecessor slammed his hand onto the armchair and stood up. "There is no such thing as love between two men!" The crashing of porcelain sounded on the floor while Nikaidou stood up facing his grandfather, his eyes filled with confident and persistent. "Maybe you should think you never even had sons." The old man bites his tongue, nodding his head hysterically. "Nikaidou, you know very well that we will need a perfect, full breed heir to take on the role of the Mafia Lord." The man says, "How do I know, How can you prove, that this young man here is the solution?" He asks, "I know, with my heart." Nikaidou replies, turning back to his lover, smiling. "Alright, then let me ask this man some questions." Ivan turns from his grandsom and stood, face to face with the pink princess, disgusted.
"Can you support him?" Ivan asked a stern serious look made the weather quite chilling it was hard to breathe. "I can." Mikoto answers. "Makes you think you can survive a life with us?" The man sneers, "You think you can just prance in and have a happily ever after? That's not what life is sweet cheese, it's a matter of life and death every day for you." Nikaidou took a short glance at his lover concerned, but still saw the unwavering persistence in his heart. "I know its not. But I'm willing to." The old man threw his smoke pipe onto the floor, throwing quite a tantrum. "You're all fools! What makes you think love will pull you through everything in life?" Mikoto's eyes squinted as they kept their direction to the carpet, his ears still perked listening to all the insults the man had to offer. "Love is not everything. Love won't pull you through hell and bring you to heaven. You're nothing but a fool to follow love!" The boy's ears had perked for the last time, his feet immediately reacted. He stood up, his fingers clenching into his palm, and his eyes speaking everything in his mind. "If you truly loved someone you'd know how I feel!" Everyone present in the room stood shocked. Ivan exhaled, "How dare you!" He rose his hand, but Mikoto did not turn his eyes away in fear. "Mikoto!" Nikaidou shouted, "Have you loved someone to the extent their own family hated you? To the point you could've died of suffocation!" Ivan ceased his hand in the air, his eyes staring at the boy's expression. Mikoto's eyes slowly watered, his hands wiping them away like a man, staring at the old man in the eye determined. "If you did you'd know how I feel right now!"
The old man retreated to the farthest corner of the lounge, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, grunting with fursturation. "Dammit." He moans, "Fine, I'll give you a chance." The pink haired princess stared confused, his eyes still watering with his tears. "Its going to be lessons of nobility for the rest of your summer young man. By the end of the summer and you're not what I want, you'll be dismissed. But if you succeed, I'll accept you." Mikoto scoffs, "I don't need lessons to prove that I'm worth it!" He shouts. "What?" Ivan hissed. "Because I clearly don't my kids to grow up not knowing what true love is!" Makio stared at her husband waiting for a response, then glanced back at this young man who was mentally strong enough to against such a lord. "You don't understand love cause you've already forgotten what love really is!" Ivan's last nerve snapped, "That's it!" He rose his hand and with only miliseconds away from Mikoto getting hurt, someone grabbed ahold of the man's hand. "How dare you!" He turned and to his surprise, his wife stood before him. "Makio!" The old woman stepped closer to the two, her chin high with pride, hair tied back, back straight like a real lady. Her hands nicely wrapped together as she smiles down at Mikoto. "Mikoto-Chan right?" She asks. The nods surprised, "I am Makio." Her arms extend, embracing the child into her arms. "Welcome to the family." Ivan stared his eyes bewildered his veins popping one at a time. "M-M-M-Makio! What's the meaning of this?" He shouts. The woman's hand reaches out and immediately slams it down roughly onto the old man's head. "SHUT UP! You're 64 for god's sake!" Makio yelled. Everyone froze their spines suddenly frozen from fear, their eyes not leaving the raging Makio as she beat the heck out of her husband. "We'll expect you for breakfast tomorrow ok Mikoto?" Makio smiles, her right arm squeezing onto her husband's neck. Shocked and frightened Mikoto nods when Nikaidou took him by the shoulder and led him out of the room. "Best not stay in there while grandma throws a tantrum."
The doors close and Makio releases her husband. "Woman! What on earth are you doing?" The man shouts, watching his wife sit down and taking off her earrings. "Answer when I'm talking to you!" He shouted. "Aish, you're such a wimp Ivan." Makio rolled her eyes, "Say what?" The man shouts, "That boy is just like you, haven't you noticed?" She asked, pouring out a cup of tea. Ivan's eyes blinked, pondering of what his wife was trying to make out. "Remember when we were in our prime years." She said, after a sip of tea. "Your parents didn't allow you to marry a girl with no name." She chuckles, "You were the golden prince of the Eagle industry and I was an ordinary red head with two beautiful sisters. But from them you didn't choose, instead you chose me." Makio turns to her husband smiling, her hands on his cheeks. "Your parents hated that. But still we fell in love right?" She giggled, "You swore you'd give me a life I wouldn't regret. Even without your father's inheritance of the Eagle Industry, you brought up your own line." The old man listened carefully to every word, slowly memories started to flow back into his mind as his wife rested herself on his shoulder. "You gave me a son, and he gave us four beautiful grandsons. What more do you want?" Makio asked. "You're no different from Mikoto-Chan. Fighting for what he loves and not giving up." She sat up, her hand on his chest frowning sadly this time. "But now you're no different from that old man who spat in your soup." Sad and disappointed Makio stood up and walked out of the lounge and up the stairs, leaving her husband appalled and regretful. Ivan lit up his smoke pipe but hadn't the urge to smoke then.
Minutes went by as Makio sat in front of her mirror stand, gazing at the memorial photos of her son when he was younger. The doors slowly opened and Ivan walked in, his wife turning around and seeing him. "I'm sorry Makio." He old man wimpers walking over with a tint of bashfulness in his voice, "I had forgotten what it was like to be in love." Makio smiles her eyes not leaving her husband's while she extended her hand out. "Come here sweetheart." The two embrace one another smiling, "I'll give that boy a chance I suppose." The man grunts, "His name is Mikoto Ivan." The woman chuckles. "Right right." Makio glances up at her husband carefully placing a kiss onto his wrinkled cheek bone smiling. "I love you." Makio giggled. Ivan's eyes wide and his cheeks flushed with a rosy pink color. "Women." He mutters. The two smile with each other, dancing the evening away, falling in love all over again. 3
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
