Chapter 14: Another Parasite

Miyagi smoked silently, as his temper rose. He had two days to prepare this seminar, and Goda still has not shown himself. Misaki has been helpful, but the public affair needed two college students. Goda was still in China, so says Misaki.

Misaki came into his office and said, "Miyagi, Goda says he cannot be here until tomorrow evening. The Chinese phone company is not responding well to the pitch about—"

"Why do you trust him so easily, Misaki?" Miyagi asked, while he stared though his drug's shadow.

Misaki groaned and said, "why do you dislike him so?"

Miyagi took another long inhale and said with smoke escaping his lips, "you hardly know this man…he does not deserve your trust. Hate him, Misaki, but play the game for the money…he obviously wants to give away six million so easily, so why not play along? But do not get close to the benefactor…he wants to confuse you into submission. Do not give Goda the chance. This boy is too good with words…too good for his youth and his actions do not match."

Misaki sighed and took Hiroki's chair. He said, "you mistrust so easily, Miyagi. Maybe Goda is playing this game like anyone else plays games…to see who will win, who will lose, and who will make the game worthwhile. I do not know Goda well, but he seems…so lost."

Miyagi took a few more silent breaths with his drug. Misaki…who are you? You seem so much older than you look…than you act…you are so much like Shinobu. Shinobu ignores age, his family and my feelings at times…but he does have a certain charm that kept me close…Misaki must have the same thing for Usami…what is it with youth and their knowledge of the world, you make older men look like idiots. How? Who taught you this? I would like to meet them and shake their hands. They taught you well, yet you have so much more to learn.

Misaki said, "Miyagi, maybe we can handle this seminar with each other. Goda can come and help later on."

Miyagi moaned and said, "no, we need another. I could ask—"

Misaki's phone rang, as he answered it, "hello? Goda, how is the pitch? Bad…sorry, but we need to talk about…what, sure." He set the phone on the desk and put on the speaker phone.

"Hello Sensei, having second thoughts about seeing me again?" Goda said like a sly con master.

Miyagi could not get used to this kid…he said, "no, I prefer you stuck to your business and I will do the same. So, what do you want?"

"I have a friend who can help you, until I come back to Japan." Goda said, as a knock came to the door.

Both Miyagi and Misaki looked. Misaki stiffened and stared at the new man. Miyagi smiled ear to ear and said, "welcome, Neko."

Neko smirked and came in. He said, "Sensei Miyagi, sorry I missed class yesterday. I had some small issue to handle, but I have completed the homework duties for the absent in full." He came over with a ten page paper, as Neko smirked at the phone.

Neko said, "Goda, haven't you played with these men enough. Get back to work with the Chinese."

Goda snickered and said, "talk to you later." He hung up, as Neko clicked the phone off and gave it to Misaki.

Misaki said before Miyagi, "you know Goda?"

"Yep, we have been friends for a long time. Don't worry," Neko said, as he looked with a smirk towards Miyagi, and finished "I am nothing like him."

Miyagi finished his cigarette and crushed it. He had a bad feeling…but he said, "so, can you prove your worth?"

Neko smirked and took off his backpack. He said, "the seminar is about American poetry, correct?" He took out three binders from the pack and revealed his research…

Miyagi took out another cigarette and lit it. He smoked lightly, as he was given one binder by Neko. Neko gave one binder to Misaki. Both men looked at the work…

Miyagi smirked and said, "well done! You have some good poems to copy for the poetry slam after my lecture. Excellent, may I keep them?"

Neko smirked and nodded. He said, "I have to visit my other professors, but I can come over to your apartment to discuss this matter later?"

Miyagi smoked small circles and said, "certainly, so here is my address." He wrote down on a spare piece of paper, as Neko came to take it. Miyagi held onto the paper and stared into Neko's eyes…he felt Neko was more than he appeared. Sure, before Miyagi never felt that way about his students. He felt all the students had their merit and intelligence…but Goda always got on his nerve. Now Neko…what is this? Why did Miyagi feel everyone knew or worked for Goda? But…Neko smirk more friendly than needed. Should Miyagi beware of Neko too? It almost seemed that Neko knew that Miyagi needed help with the seminar…but how?

Neko smiled a dark line of knowledge that Miyagi did not know. These kids are too smart, and that fact drove Miyagi insane.

"Is there a problem, Sensei?" Neko asked, as his eyes turned even more cat like.

Miyagi released the paper and said, "be sure to watch yourself around…certain people." He crushed his cigarette and watched Neko closely.

Neko laughed lightly and said, "you give out some great advice…keep it close, you might need the same advice for new people in your life."

Miyagi stiffened, and he stared at Neko closely…he did see, no…Neko could not be…

Misaki said, "is there a problem? What about the other professors you need to see Neko?"

Neko smiled sweetly towards Misaki and said, "sweet and oblivious to the worldly oppression…never change, kid."

Misaki lightly flushed and said, "Misaki is my name…"

Neko came over and rubbed his head. He said, "nice to meet you. I'm Neko Seito, an art and literature major at this wonderful college. What major are you trying to obtain?"

Misaki smiled and said, "economics."

Neko raised a brow and said, "well, see you later. Miyagi, take care now." He took his bag and left.

Miyagi growled under his breath and said, "Misaki, do you always get boys to rub your head? You need to be more careful."

Misaki groaned and said, "it's not my fault…it sort of happens this way."

Miyagi snorted and said, "a person has a certain destiny, but it does not mean that one can change to make it comfortable for oneself. Change is hard to accept, but…" He came to Misaki and gently titled the young boy's face towards him. He finished, "you are the developer of your own life. Take charge."

Misaki growled and slapped Miyagi's hand away. He said, "then back off, if you want me to take your advice."

Miyagi laughed and sat down in his chair. He said, "don't ever change, Misaki. You have a great personality…for a younger man than I."

Misaki sucked in air quickly and got up. He quickly said, "I have to go to class…see you later." He ran off, as he came back to set down the poetry binder, and he ran off again.

Miyagi took the binders and looked closely at all the work Neko did…Neko was not a shining star as most, but he did work really hard. Neko sometimes spent hours working with Miyagi to learn about poetry or Shakespeare. Miyagi smirked and enjoyed helping Neko. Neko reminded him so much of himself, since Miyagi too had trouble with literature. So, they worked well and made Neko understand so much more than before.

He took another cigarette and smoked again. His suspicion grew about Neko…he was hardly on campus longer than needed and his free time was always used with drawing…cats.

Miyagi remembered getting some notes from the class to see what the students write down during their readings. Of course, the stars pupils had flawless notes and plenty of good points. Neko's papers…Miyagi smirked and remembered so well, since Miyagi's notes looked like that in high school.

Neko's notes had too many questions, doodles and names…Miyagi stiffened. Yes, Neko had names in strange writings…what names were they?

Miyagi sighed and inhaled his cigarette quickly. Neko wrote names…not normal Japanese names…Miyagi tried to remember, as some names did come to the surface of his memory. He remembered: Sen, Tor, Amour, Gato, Hetzumi…

He groaned and thought about it…the last name, Hetzumi. Miyagi did hear that name before, so he spun around and typed the name Hetzumi into his laptop into an search engine. The computer took a few minutes and fifteen million hits came up…

Miyagi read the small descriptions and found little information. He did read about a model who went sold her pictures for dishonor, the family name Taka being scandalized for—

He gasped and opened that article. The article was American, so he converted it into Japanese. He read:

Taka Name Revised? Hetzumi Taka's Scandal

By Mandel Josstel

August 3

Hetzumi Taka was a shining star as the model for the Votell teen division for three years. Her power and intelligence makes new models look like idiots. Her tutors always say the best about her, but this new scandal has brought this article to be. Hetzumi has been found selling her pictures to lower end publications, which has made her agents question her reasons. She simply reported, "I felt that modeling should help all magazines than just the top class ones."

Her father tried to cover the story as a mistake from her agents, than his youngest daughter trying to sell the Taka name to lower their status by selling to lower end magazines. But Hetzumi proudly declared to Starzel magazine that this was not a mistake. She made every picture to be sellable to all magazines, than her dedicated Votell. Her lawyers have been notified and the magazines have been prepared to fight for the credits of her pictures. Hetzumi has been noted to have disappeared when the court date has been made public. The police have no reports of kidnapping, nor her family reports of using police to find her. All fans of this young and bright star have been looking for this young girl.

If any information of finding this reported missing girl; please call Votell magazine editors or secretaries. We wish to only to see this girl is alright, please if anyone has seen her. Notify the proper authorities and Votell magazine immediately.

Miyagi looked over the article and saw this was years old…nearly nine years ago this paper was written. He turned the page down for a picture of the girl…

His eyebrows raised and his slower breathing made his cigarette last longer. He stared at a rare gem in the modeling world. Her eyes were dark ruby red, and her hair flowed in rough curls around her soft face. She looked angelic…too cute for someone who would defy her family and higher end magazines.

Miyagi exhaled and remembered seeing these magazines with his ex wife. She liked looking at the newest styles and models. Her remarks were mostly varied, but she did mention Hetzumi once…

Risako said, "Hetzumi Taka…the Takas are best known for their perfect children and their jobs. All of them are higher end models, researchers or charity coordinators. They are also feared for a lot as well…"

Miyagi joined her at the couch as he said, "why do you know so much?" He looked at the young teen; she had amazing face and her body was in a Renaissance dress. Her pose made her look older than she was, but she had eyes that Miyagi could not forget…dark ruby red. Her eyes told a million stories than the pose did…she looked at the camera saying, "I hate this."

Risako smiled and said, "rich people always know about each other. That is how the game works; we have charities, plenty of parties and try to become better than our parents. The Takas are no different than the rest of the others…but what make them so fierce is their children. The family is large and many of them cover the important charity works. Anyone sneezes wrong and does not go to a Taka charity…the entire rich community would know about it."

Miyagi sighed and said, "rich people are scum. Who cares if you appear at a charity event or not?"

Risako sighed and looked at him. She said, "you are so lower class…my family was always at the borderline of upper middle class to high class. My father tried to get Taka approval, but he always got the bottom. The senior Taka has plenty of money to burn, but his money amount does not amount to the Hyjins."

Miyagi moaned and said, "so what if I grew up on a vegetable farm? That fact does not make me any less a man than these rich bastards."

Risako giggled and kissed his cheek. She said, "I meant no harm to your family, dear. The simple fact remains that rich people always want to look bigger, richer and better than the other…when in actuality, we are no better than the rest of the people in the world." She leaned against Miyagi, as he cuddled close to her.

Miyagi could not help but ask, "who are the Hyjins?"

Risako shuddered and said, "they are heirs to billions. Their family owns over four hundred companies, makes many charity events to help anyone, and they also give away money like firewood if given a good sob story. I heard the Votell magazine asked for forty million once…the Hyjins paid them triple that amount."

Miyagi stared at her and said, "who would give away that much money?! They should keep it…"

"Please, You. They get that return money by one smirk. Trust me; better they spread the money around, than keep it to themselves." Risako said, as she got up and slowly walked to their bed.

Miyagi snickered and chased her. She giggled, as they playfully kissed and landed onto their soft bed…

Miyagi moaned and remembered reality. Risako and he divorced four years ago now. She did enter his mind at times…but her memory did not cloud over his beloved high school teacher's and Shinobu's memories.

He sighed and crushed his cigarette again. Miyagi moaned at the article, as he saved it onto a file on his laptop. He opened the article again to look at Hetzumi's picture.

She looked so familiar…other than that memory with his ex wife. Her face, her eyes, and her expression were so familiar, like he just saw her…recently.