Chapter 12

Crash and Burn

A/N: And this chapter will restart the cycle of deep depression. I apologize now and I warn you to emotionally brace yourselves.

"Dammit!" Rayah cursed as one of her nephews started to scream as loud as he could, "I am never having children!"

"Now princess that isn't the right way to go about it."

Their other nephew was in his arms giggling happily as his uncle descended the stairs. Upon seeing his brother though, he started to scream too.

"Ugh! Somebody make them stop!"

Oshitari walked into the room with his face in his clipboard and handed over two small toy trucks. The boys immediately went silent. Rayah put a hand through her hair and fell onto the couch, "Thank you."

Oshitari chuckled, "Children are not a puzzle Rayah. They are easy to please." He motioned to Atobe, "You should know. You've been raising one for almost four and a half years."

Rayah laughed, as Atobe scowled, "Ore-sama is not a child."

"Of course your not."

He sat next to his fiancé on the couch and put his nephew on the floor. Rayah looked up at their family friend, "Why are we babysitting again?"

"You paid a for a resort stay for Yuki and Yagyuu-san."

"Riiiight." Rayah stood up and looked at Atobe, "We're not doing that again."

Oshitari chuckled, "Would you like to hear your schedule for today?"

"Why not. Children aren't as entertaining as I thought they'd be."

Little Keiko marched into the room and stole Rayah's previous spot on the couch, "Mommy says I'm tons of fun!"

Rayah made a face at the child and Atobe laughed, "My little Peach is the most fun."

Rayah slapped a hand to her forehead, "Oshitari please. What do I have to do today?"

"The caterer will be here in a half hour with cake samples. Oishi-san just text me that he and Eiji-san will be a tad late, they are having an issue with their driver."

Rayah waved her hand for him to continue, "Fuji and Yumi-san will be over later also. They will call before they arrive."

The woman clapped her hands together once, "Alright! So who wants to eat cake?"

The children shot their hands in the air. Even the one-year-old boys knew what cake was. Rayah sighed, "Children can be so useful."

"Syuuske, we're going to be late for Rayah-chan's cake tasting and dinner."

Fuji waved a hand in the air at his wife, "I've already called Oshitari to tell her we'll be late. This stuff is much more important than cake."

Yumi blushed when he looked up at her with a smirk. Yes, the big fashion show was more important but this was Rayah's wedding they were talking about. The woman approached the desk with the folder full of headshots in her arms.

Fuji grabbed them without looking up, "Is this everyone?"

"Yes and their waist, bust, and shoe sizes. Are you really going to decide who's going tonight?"

"When would you rather have me decide?" Fuji asked his wife with that sweet smile of his.

Yumi rolled her eyes, "Fine. I'm going to call Rayah-chan myself though."

"Do what you like."

Yumi walked into the hall and quickly dialed the number to her friend's home. A maid answered and she quickly asked for Rayah.

"Hello?"

"Rayah, its Yumi."

"Hey, are you and Fuji on the way?"

"No. He's going over everyone for the big show. I just wanted to call and tell you personally that we'd be late."

Rayah laughed on the other end, "Don't worry about it. The children are actually being useful as far as the cake and dinner isn't for another two hours."

"Alright. I just wanted to be sure that you were ok with our arrival time."

"C'mon Yumi. You know that I know that your husband is a sadistic dick and does what he wants when he wants."

Yumi giggled at the truth, "Of course."

"Alright. Don't call me again, I'll see you when you get here."

"Christine are my dinner reservations ready?"

The redhead rolled her eyes. Her curls moving over her shoulder as she looked down at her PDA, "Yes sir. Going out with her again?" Christine had formerly met Aiyumi about a week ago and the model had called her a mousy redhead. Christine didn't like that.

Tezuka sighed, "Yes I am."

"I don't like her sir."

"I know you don't." It still amazed him how Christine talked to him like he was her father dating the wicked witch.

"I like Miss Echizen…"

Tezuka froze. She had been mean to Christine too, sort of. She hadn't acknowledged her really. "Christine, I am not at liberty to discus this with you."

"Of course sir. I apologize."

He held up a hand to stop her from leaving the office, "I apologize too. I will inform Aiyumi about her actions and ask that she address you properly."

Christine smiled a bright smile, "Thank you sir!"

The phone rang and Tezuka answered it on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Where is that mousy little secretary of yours? She's not at her desk."

He sighed again, "Aiyumi we need to talk about that and she's heading down now." He waved a hand at Christine and she left with a huff like an angry teenager.

"Talk about what? That little brat apparently isn't doing what she's getting paid to do." There was pause and a door opening in the background, "It's about time you little mouse."

Tezuka stood and grabbed his things as he left. Brushing his gingers through his hair and fixing his tie in the mirror next to his door. The sight in the lobby made him frown. Christine sat pouting in her chair and Aiyumi was tapping her foot.

"Well it took you long enough Kunimitsu."

"Aiyumi my secretary's name is Christine."

"I don't-"

"Please," Tezuka interrupted her, "Call her properly by her name from now on."

The model rolled her eyes, "Fine, whatever, can we go now?"

Tezuka glanced at Christine for approval and she smiled, turning back to her computer. "I'll see you in the morning sir."

Tezuka walked Aiyumi to his car with a smirk on his face. His glasses glinted in the light from the subtly illuminated windows of the other buildings around his office.

Aiyumi held his hand and although it wasn't as warm and pleasant as someone else's would have been it was…nice.

The ride to their usual restaurant was just like usual. They sat at their usual table and had the usual conversation about work and the other models Aiyumi didn't like.

"I don't understand how Rayah can have a partner. Why would she want to share the limelight? Stupid if you ask me."

Tezuka reached across the table and grabbed her hand, squeezing it a tad harder than usual.

Aiyumi caught the hint, "You need to let it go Tezuka."

He chuckled, like Aiyumi let him go? Right. She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, "I mean it Tezuka. I know better than anybody what being obsessed can do to you."

"You got what you wanted."

"And I had to embarrass myself to get it."

Tezuka didn't know that that's how she felt. He adjusted his glasses; "You put yourself through that for me?"

"Since freshman year Kunimitsu." Aiyumi smiled her mischievous smile at him. Aiyumi knew she was a bitch, but she also knew she would stop at nothing for what she wanted.

Tezuka stayed put as she lent across the table and kissed him gently, he kissed back, but pulled away as his phone buzzed away in his pocket.

He knew that number anywhere and answered it cautiously, "Hello?"

"Kunimitsu you need to get your ass on the next flight here…"

Rayah was crying, which put him on high alert, everything about her put him on edge, "Rayah what happened?"

"…"

She didn't answer for a minute and Aiyumi glared at him from her side of the table, "Rayah."

"Fuji and Yumi are in the hospital. Just get here, please…"