Emiko was livid.

She stood watching the dark oak door that taunted her.

How dare them.

How she ended up here.

Emiko had been awoken in the limo by Kyoya, which was slightly embarrassing, she was thankful she didn't drool on him. She felt it was very un-lady like to fall asleep on someone, even if they were you're future husband. She quickly straightened her appearance, hoping her face wasn't red from lying on against his jacket. That would be hard to explain to Daisuke, though she was sure he wouldn't ask, though him assuming would be worst than her explaining it.

Emiko sighed, leading Kyoya to her home.

Daisuke-san met them at the door she greeted him respectively as expected and Kyoya of course played his part perfectly.

Emiko was nervous; she kept her cool clam facade though she wanted to scream, more and more as the idle chatter carried on.

She busied herself servicing both of them with tea and she kept quite, listening to the meaningless conversation.

More than ever she wished her father was here, he acknowledged her and she didn't feel so out of place with him around. Kyoya and Daisuke were both deep in business talks, which she could understand and could offer her opinions. During this talk she was to be seen not heard. She was only the heir she had no voice until spoken to.

Speaking out of turn would disrespect herself and her name. Daisuke wouldn't stand for it. He didn't care for her feminist ideals or thoughts. It just reminded him of her half American blood which he didn't approve of.

Emiko sat next to Kyoya and refilled their tea and listened to them talk. This continued for minutes before they were told dinner was served.

She led them to the dinning room and waited for them to be seated then took her own seat. She sat to the left of Daisuke who sat the head of the table due to her father's absence, Kyoya was at his right. The conversation continued as they spoke yet again of idle nonsense.

Emiko was surprised that Daisuke hadn't cut straight to the point. He didn't like to waste time something him and his brother, her father, had in common. Emiko continued to listen; it wasn't until the end of dinner where Emiko led them to the library. It was then that Daisuke cut to the matter at hand.

This left Emiko standing here on the other side of the library door, in her own home.

Daisuke had asked her to leave the room, calmly with his tone that demanded that she listen.

So here she was staring at the door, barely containing her rage. She was the heir; it was her future they were talking about. She wasn't some trophy wife, it was her father's companies and her life they were discussing and they dared to make her leave.

Her anger was directed entirely at Daisuke, Kyoya had allowed this to happen to, he had allowed her uncle to close her out of the talks of her, no their future.

Emiko, couldn't believe she had allowed this to occur, she wasn't going to allow this, she didn't care what Daisuke thought she had all right to be in that room, it was her decision her future.

Emiko eyes hardened and resolve set she moved forward and opened the door. She moved confidently and took a sit next to Kyoya looking to Daisuke expectedly and determined not to be moved.

"Emiko"

"Daisuke-san"

Emiko interrupted him before he could speak again, "I mean no disrespect, but I refuse to leave I will be active in the decision regarding my future. I'm no trophy wife and refuse to be treated as such."

Emiko prepared herself for a verbal lashing, only to receive a nod and silence.

"I was curious of the speed of engagement; the contact stated that there would be a year prior to the announcement of the engagement, you both will still be in school when that time is up. I know neither of you are planning to drop out of school." Daisuke stated pausing slightly before continuing.

"Then there is the matter on how long you want to prolong the engagement until the actually wedding, then the matter of heirs though there is no rush for that, there is the matter on if one heir will inherit both corporations or if one for one or however you divide them." Daisuke stated coolly.

Emiko was shocked at that they had forgotten the finer details.

"I'll allow you time to think this over, though I will demand an answer by the time of the actually announced engagement, which I feel should be privately announced then allow word of mouth to circulate the suspension then we'll formally announce it to the press and business partners." Daisuke spoke calmly, pausing "that's all"

With that Daisuke rose from his seat along with everyone else in the room, and left.

Emiko looked to Kyoya giving him a small smile.

"I'll walk you out" Emiko said calmly reaching for his hand only to pause it, before she could drop it to her side Kyoya had already grab onto it and enclosed it in his fingers.

They walked in silence to Kyoya's limo, both of their minds full of what they had just been told.

"We have a lot..."

"I'll pick you up at six for dinner, we'll talk then" Kyoya interrupted her smoothly allowing his hand to cup her face.

Emiko just nodded trying not to stare at his intense fog-colored eyes.

Kyoya pulled her chin up placing a light feathery kiss on her lips she could just barely taste the green tea on his lips.

Emiko curiously ran her tongue across his bottom lip earning more of the bitter sweetness that lingered there.

Kyoya felt his lips burn.

Kyoya pulled away.

Emiko wanted to whimper, why was he pulling away, what was this feeling.

Kyoya took a deep breath and pushed up his glasses.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Kyoya stated giving Emiko a peck on the lips it was quick and suppressed though she could feel her lips twitching for more.

Emiko gave an embrassed smile and nodded, she watched him get in the limo and leave.

Emiko walked back to her home.

Quickly going to the bathroom, where she straightens her appearance, before continuing up the stairs to her room.

"Emiko" Daisuke called from one of the many rooms.

Emiko turned to find him standing in the doorways of her father's study.

"Yes Daisuke-san"

"I'd like to address your behavior earlier." Daisuke spoke his tone gave nothing away.

He continued not giving her time to interrupt. "It's what I would a expect from the Kitamura heir, your normal role of submissive female will get you tore apart in the business world, tonight was a test more of your character than it was a meeting of nonsense. You rose against me when I pushed you to be into a mold of a trophy wife, now I know why Samuru is so persistent on you being the heir." Daisuke stated coolly.

"Emiko I'd recommend that you keep your head, this is going to an important 'business' transaction." Daisuke stated before turning and leaving a stunned Emiko in the hallway.

AN: REVISED! I'm sorry for cutting out the kiss, but I want to change somethings and the kiss was throwing me off, don't worry it'll be replaced later. Thanks to everyone for support, you're reviews really helped. I think I've figured out where I'm going now.