ThePinkMartini: I know! He's sooo hot and sweet in bed! :D Yeah, I'm continuing my Roomies for Bishies after this fic. :D I'll probably end this is 5 or so chapters. :D
LeeRaRa: I only have the basic plot in mind but I think many of my readers will prefer a Yui-Nuriko than a Yui-Sai. Haha, I'm kinda scared of that possibility-I might lose a Yui-Hotohori following!
Disclaimer: FY is not mine.
I cried by myself, I give in to you… Forever and ever…
If you can believe in this… Let's join hands…
- Te wo Tsunagou
"YUI is a doctor father. She graduated top of her class in Tokyo University and she topped the examinations. She's working for Oishi's hospital," Saihitei introduced and Yui smiled shyly, tightening her hold of his hand under the table.
His mother had invited them for dinner and there they were, sitting in front of his family—his parents, his brother Tendoh and Houki—trying their best to be civil. Yui was not from a well-off prominent family though his father raised an eyebrow when he introduced her as a Hongou. Yui's great great grandfather was one of the greatest scientists of pre-war Japan, known for his contributions in the area of medicine before and after the war. The family seemed unfazed by that fact, making Saihitei conclude that they have probably conducted their own investigations beforehand.
Marriage. Saihitei's lips curved to a smile. It was the reason they were facing his family, to get their blessing. Not that they won't continue with the ceremony if they disagreed but because they just want to let them know. As he said, they were too old to ask for anyone's permission. But they have yet to schedule a trip to Paris next week to meet her family. He was more excited of meeting them than introducing her to his family, especially to his parents.
"And where is your family?" The elder Seishuku asked and Saihitei took a glass of champagne to cool his mouth. They already knew all there was to know about her yet they keep on asking. They were too good at pretending. They were by far nice, but aloof. He doesn't like that.
"My parents migrated to Paris after I graduated high school, Seishuku-san," Yui responded, unaware of the game his parents were playing. He looked at her and she smiled back, a genuine beautiful smile.
"Ah, you grew up and got educated abroad?" the old man asked and he raised an eyebrow. Yui laughed lightly and shook her head.
"I'm Tokyo-born and bred, Sir."
"She's from Todai, father," Saihitei could not stop himself from butting in. The food arrived and they separated for awhile to eat. He started to cut the steak and his mother looked at him with a surprised reaction. He was not the type to cut through the steak in one sitting but Yui wanted it done that way, it was one of her fascinating childish manners.
"Hongou campus?" the man asked, turning his attention on the food, he doesn't look pleased. "I always knew that school accepts students based on what their families can contribute to the university—"
"Father—"
"Sai… It's fine…" Yui whispered and he clenched the utensils. She squeezed his arm and he let out a sigh. "I took the entrance examinations just like everyone else, Seishuku-san." The man made a sound and frowned, still focused on eating his meal. Saihitei placed his utensils and exchanged plates with her, catching the attention of the other people on the table. Yui smiled wide and leaned to whisper on his ear. "Thank you… I really need that…"
He planted a kiss on her hand and held it tight, she was trembling from nervousness and he can't blame her. His father always makes his companions uneasy. But he doesn't want to focus on his father, he wanted to focus on her. She was beautiful in a white flowing dress. She barely put on make-up and her straight hair was laid down. Her only accessories were pearl earrings and a necklace with a teardrop pearl. She looked so clean and pure beside him, like a guardian angel to watch over his temperament and probably those of his family.
"How long have you been in a relationship?" his mother asked and they both turned across the table. She was sitting beside Tendoh and Houki. He was surprised when she asked him to sit on his father's left side, a spot that was normally given to Tendoh.
"We've been together for almost four months, mother."
"Four months?" his father roared and Yui fidgeted. "And you're getting married? What is this craziness Saihitei? Is this some kind of a joke? Are you that desperate to get married—"
"Kazuki—"
"We've known each other for 10 years, Seishuku-san—" Yui said before he could react at his father's sudden aggressiveness. "I was 15 when we first met and knowing him for more than a decade is enough reason why we decided to get married even though the relationship just started," she explained and he sighed. She was always so calm in stressing her point, although it was half-truths. He figured doctors tend to stay calm under fire and it helped him. Politicians are never good at receiving attacks, especially from people they loathe.
"There is no way for you to know each other 10 years ago. Saihitei was in America—"
"Regardless father, Yui and I are getting married. We did not come here to be dictated when or how or to be stoned for our relationship." Saihitei leaned on the table, causing the older man to raise an eyebrow. He tightened his hold of her hand and Yui leaned closer to him, stopping him from proclaiming an all-out war against his father. "She's three weeks pregnant," he said smugly and the women in the table gasped.
"Oh my… Have you seen a doctor?" It was his mother and she clutched her heart at the news.
"No," he answered in the same way Yui said "Yes." They looked at each other and his brows creased. "You've seen a doctor without me?" He wanted to ask if she went with Kasaru but he stopped himself. Yui read his thoughts and stared straight at him with a defensive look.
"Well, I wanted to make sure… I want to surprise you…" she said hesitantly and he raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened, as if she just realized something. "But you didn't look surprised when I told you…"
Saihitei was taken aback and he looked away. "I was…" he cleared his throat and sat straight. "…surprised…"
"No, you were not…" Yui teased, eyeing him carefully. He could not bring himself to tell her what happened in Mitsukake's hospital before the separation. He wiped his eyebrow.
"I was, love… Are you—You're putting me on the spot in front of my family—" he reasoned, laughing a little. His mother laughed and Tendoh smirked. Yui shook her head defensively and was about to refute when he met her gaze. "Yes you are, hime." He leaned down to whisper on her ear, making her flush. "My family will think—"
"What do you plan to do after the wedding?" his father asked and they both looked at him. He was surprised the man wanted to know their plans. He was always uncaring when it comes to him. In the old Seishuku's life, it was always Tendoh, the one he needed to take care of, the one who has to be groomed to become Prime Minister, the golden boy.
"We plan to buy a house," Yui answered, still blushing. She was very excited to get a real house and the thought made him want to laugh.
"Yui will stop practicing for awhile until our child is born. We plan to stay at the hotel for the meantime but yes, we plan to buy a house—"
"—with a garden," Yui noted and he nodded.
"Yes, with a garden where she can… well, do gardening, take care of herself and the baby, look after dogs—"
"—and cook," she added and he laughed.
"Yes, and cook. You're all welcomed to stay for dinner—but only for dinner." Yui giggled beside him and he held her hands tight. His mother asked them additional questions about the house while they eat. Yui was a very pleasant woman and it was not long before his mother developed a liking for her. He knew so because his mother leaned on the table to listen. Miaka was right, she was very elegant and empress-like and… she's the perfect woman to bring home. Tendoh and his father would not say otherwise, he could tell.
Houki raised an eyebrow when their eyes met and she stood from the table, evidently annoyed. "Boshin has probably awakened by now," she said, not meeting his gaze. His nephew always sleeps before dinner and wakes up around before they finish. He knew so because he had always taken care of the boy. Saihitei did not miss the anger in Houki's face when she passed by on the table. Seeing Houki in the table unsettled him but Yui was keen on dismissing the other woman, said his parents were more important. They talked about possible scenarios before agreeing to the dinner and they were prepared to have Houki's presence in the table.
"I guess, let us proceed to the cigar room then," the Prime Minister said after everyone was finished with desserts. Houki had still not returned to the table.
"I'm afraid I cannot join you, Yui—"
"Will be better with me," his mother butted in. "Now off you go with you father, Saihitei." He raised an eyebrow. Now, there was no way he'll leave Yui alone—not in his father's house.
"I don't think that's appropriate mother, Yui still needs to rest."
"Sai…I'll be fine," Yui wrapped her arms around his waist as the rest of the family made their way to the living room. "I want to get to know your mother better." He cupped her face and looked at her intently. He let her see the hesitation in his eyes but he saw determination in hers. She smiled and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.
"Call me if anything goes wrong," he whispered and she giggled.
"Of course, who else am I supposed to look for?" she teased and he laughed lightly. He planted another kiss on her lips before taking her hand toward the living room. His family was watching them and he sighed, tension building up inside him.
He hated going to the cigar room with his father. He always lectures him on what to do or how to do things and he doesn't want that. He was also afraid that if left alone with the man, he'll flare up and the night might get ruined because of his temper. He doesn't want such scenarios because it will unsettle Yui. And the least he wanted was to stress her out, especially this early in the pregnancy.
Even against his will, he let go of her hand and followed his brother Tendoh toward the room. The butler immediately closed the door behind them and he was able to glimpse as his mother ushered her toward the living room.
"Being too into a woman would do you bad, Saihitei," Tendoh remarked and he raised an eyebrow.
"I do not see why I should not be into my future wife, onii-san," he replied, trying to be respectful.
"Do you seriously thing we'll believe you are in love with that woman?" Tendoh asked and he raised an eyebrow. The Prime Minister has taken his seat, the butler helping him with the cigar. First class Cuban cigarettes.
"I don't have to prove anything." Tendoh smirked, drinking from his glass of brandy, standing before the large windows. "The least I need from you is advice on how to tame a wife." Tendoh's hand tightened on the glass and his jaws clenched.
"Enough of this bantering," the eldest Seishuku spoke, surprisingly calm. "Where did you pick up the woman, Saihitei?" the man asked in between puffing the cigarette.
"I did not pick her up and her name is Yui. Do I even have to answer your questions? You can easily hire an investigator to find out all the nitty gritty details of our affair," he answered in a tone that was not accusing but a little defensive.
"You knew very well that you will only get your inheritance after you get married?" he asked and Saihitei sighed, leaning on the couch.
"What are you implying father?"
"You are right that we already had her investigated beforehand, just to clear things up," Tendoh said and the older man made a sound. "And we have come to the conclusion that you're both using each other to get your inheritance."
A sharp laughter left Saihitei's lips and he placed his elbow to rest on the armrest of the chair. "You don't seem to understand. With or without my inheritance, I am marrying Yui."
"We can find a more suitable woman—"
"I don't need another woman," was his curt reply.
"She's using you."
"No. If anyone's using someone, it's me. I need her to keep my sanity. She's the only saving grace I had and will ever have." His voice was tight and he could not help but be emotional. His family will never understand him, they never understood him to begin with.
"You've fallen for her," Tendoh pointed out, looking at him intently.
"I never denied that."
"If your wedding pushes through," the older Seishuku said, breaking the tension between them. "Then I'll give you your part of the inheritance, as I have promised." Saihitei shook his head. "With your inheritance you can make a hotel empire in the world. But as I have said, it'll only be yours if the wedding pushes through."
"Your bait does not allure me anymore," he said softly. "I want to make clear that with or without my inheritance, I will marry Yui," he repeated so they'll understand.
"You'll eventually give her up, Saihitei," Tendoh said and he turned to him. "Who cares about love? It'll never give you the world. She can't give you the power you need to survive."
"Don't liken me to what happened to you," he said sharply. "If you lay a finger or plotted anything that will hurt Yui and our relationship—I will crush you with my bare hands." He stood up and turned toward the door. "We've overstayed, we should be heading home. Thank you for dinner." Without another word, he opened the door and looked around the house for her.
He found them at the verandah, talking under the stars. His mother had arranged them tea and biscuits. They had noticed him and continued to talk. Another figure caught his attention and his stomach tightened. Kasaru was sitting beside her, exchanging stories with his mother.
"We used to date," Kasaru noted and Saihitei's jaw clenched. Yui seemed uneasy and surprise registered over his mother's face.
"Oh, was that before or after Saihitei?" she asked, looking at the two suspiciously. "I didn't know you two would cross paths…"
"We live in the same apartment complex. Yui's place is a floor below mine." Kasaru smiled. "Yui used to help me in the flower shop and we'd go out afterward."
"And may I ask where you two normally go?"
"Anywhere that's just the two of us—" the older woman gasped and Saihitei cleared his throat. They all turned toward him and Yui immediately stood up, relieved to see him. He walked toward them and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"I'll be taking my wife home," he reiterated the word wife to let Kasaru know where he stands. He stood up and smiled wide.
"You shouldn't be selfish with your girlfriend, Saihitei," he teased.
"I don't see why not," he told the other man venomously.
"Well, we are family. You should share…"
"No way," he said smirking and pulling her away from him. "Mother, we will be going ahead. Yui needs to rest. We still have a trip to the doctor tomorrow." The woman nodded and Kasaru smirked.
"A doctor. Yes. I've accompanied Yui to a doctor once," Kasaru called out as they walked. Yui tightened her hold of him and he angrily turned toward his cousin. "It was a wonderful experience." Yui paled and before anger consumed him, the main door closed.
Silence filled the air between them once they stepped inside the limousine. They were sitting at both ends of the seat and he was too angry to reach out to her.
"Did Kasaru accompany you to the doctor?"
"Hai…" she answered softly. He hit the backseat and rubbed his templed. Yui sobbed and he turned to find her trying to fight off tears.
"I'm sorry," he told her, reaching out to pull her in his arms. She immediately moved closer to him and snuggled to his chest. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "I'm jealous, I really am. Yui—"
"I'm yours Sai," he told her and they kissed. "Just yours—" He pushed her back on the seat, rolling his tongue on hers, savoring the bittersweet taste of tea and biscuits in her mouth. He moved between her legs, pulling her dress up and fingering the garter of her underwear. "Sai…" she called in a deep voice.
"Yui I know you're mine but I can't help feeling this way—" he breathed out and she cupped his face. "My heart and my head knew you're mine. But my body—my body wanted to confirm it." He leaned down and they kissed again, hungrily. The leather made sounds as their skin moved on the seat.
"Its fine, Sai. Its fine," she whispered and a moan left her when he fingered the damp spot between her legs. "Oh Sai…"
"Yui…" He hastily struggled with his pants, his fingers helping him. Soon, she was whimpering at the back of the limousine as he thrust into her. He thumbed a hard nipple above the dress and she made a sound.
He had lost all reason and was dying to touch her skin. He slid the dress over her shoulders and cupped her breast, pushing aside her black brassiere. Their mouths met again and no words were exchanged again except through moans and whimpers. Their bodies were speaking, moving as the world moved around them.
For awhile everything about the night disappeared behind the pleasure that whacked through their bodies. The conversations melted into a series of moans as they reached the peak. When the world lost all color, he held strongly into her, the only thing that was valuable to him.
A/N: Sorry for the delayed update! I've been very busy and I don't know how to continue this chapter. Haha. Hope you liked it!