So it seems that now I can't stop writing this. Just a couple of chapters till the end. I would still appreciate lots of reviews but I am going to try and push through to the end.
Disclaimer: I am writing this because of obsession and do not own anything that is recognisable from cannon.
When Kamiko arrived home, it was to a bustle in her bedroom. She would have told every maid to get out if she had not been pushed over the edge of outrage and into silent awe by what was happening.
Burberry coats, Dior and Versace dresses, Louis Vuitton bags and every single one of her Chanel pieces were being carefully folded and packed into suitcases. She pulled on the arm of the nearest maid. "What is happening?"
"We don't know ma'am. Tachibana-kun just told us that the master had ordered all your things packed."
Kamiko was filled with joy. Maybe Kyouya felt bad for their little spat and was planning a wardrobe overhaul for her to apologise. Or maybe an extended vacation in New York. Fashion week was coming up after all.
She pulled her cell phone out of her bag. She must do her part after all. The phone rang three times before Kyouya picked up. Kamiko was all excitement.
"Where are we going?"
"Why hello Hashimoto-san." His voice was as blank as earlier. The formal name threw her a little but didn't stop her.
"Why didn't you tell me what you were planning?"
"So I take it you have seen the packing."
"Yes of course, you silly boy. Was it just a spur of the moment plan?"
"I would have though you would know well enough by now that I never do anything on the 'spur of the moment'." There was just the slightest trace of sarcasm. She wasn't getting it. "I expect you out by the time I arrive home. You can keep the ring, I don't want it"
The bomb dropped.
"I… I don't understand what you mean."
"I didn't think you were that stupid. I am saying that it is over. I never want to see you again."
"You can't do this! I will ruin you!"
"I'd like to see you try." He hung up.
She stared at the phone in outrage for a moment while the bustle continued around her. Then she flipped through her contact list and hit dial on another number.
This one range for longer before there was a beep and the coolly professional voice message started. 'You have reached the voice mail of Yoshio Ootori. I am unable to take your call at present but leave your name and number and I will get back to you as soon as possible.'
"Kyouya's gone insane! This is Kamiko. He says he wants me out and that the engagement is over!" She spoke with hysteria. "I can't talk sense into him. I need you to do it."
Kyouya was just wrapping up some paperwork for his pet project when his computer buzzed to indicate a new email. It was from his father.
You do not have my permission to break off the engagement with Hashimoto-san. I insist that you correct this immediately.
This was his father's preferred way of communicating when he was too angry for words. In the past he might have struck Kyouya but now Kyouya held something over his father and it was time to reveal his hand. His only response to his father was to say that he was withdrawing control of his majority stocks in the Ootori Zaibatsu and would be selling them on the open market to generate funds for a new venture. Ootori Law.
The Ootori Zaibatsu had caused him nothing but headaches. It could go hang.