Chapter 15

For the first time in years Yanagi spotted Yukimura distracted during club training, he was excellent at pretending to pay attention as well as saying weaknesses the team had during the training but were actually constant since the start of the year but he couldn't fool Yanagi's eyes.

"She's gone you know," he said to Yukimura once everyone had left to shower and change for regular classes. "Atobe's snatched her away." Yukimura didn't smile when he replied.

"Then I'll just snatch her back."

* * *

Kisara sighed as she walked down the cement path, where to go? She didn't want to return home, or go to school Atobe was there. She had it all planned in her head, the Atobe Manor war large, overly large in fact, so big that she could avoid Atobe except for dinner time. Her grandparents had strict rules about the family eating together. As she walked a shiny black BMW pulled up beside her.

"Excuse me," said a male as the tinted window was pulled down. "I'm looking for the 'Botanic gardens', do you mind telling where to go?"

The Botanic gardens was a building complex owned by her adopted father and renowned for its greenery display and coffee. The garden spanned over four blocks with water fountains and many grass ovals, Kisara herself had a sudden urge to go.

Her mother always told her never get in the car of a stranger while her father had told her anyone who drove a black BMW had serious money and wouldn't kidnap a girl for fear of their reputation. Her mother had a tendency to squeal at the sight of diamonds while her father was locked in the scariest room in the house when he was naughty. Her father's advice won.

"I'll give you directions, in exchange could you give me a lift?" she offered. He smiled.

"Deal."

* * *

"So tell me, what business does a girl like you, have at the Botanic gardens?" he asked her once Kisara had got in the passenger seat. The car had leather seats and the smell of tobacco. He had black hair with an emerald tint, dark blue eyes and a broad build; he wore a black suit and an obvious pricey gold watch on his wrist because it was butt ugly.

"A girl like me?" echoed Kisara.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" he asked keeping his eyes on the road.

"I wonder," replied Kisara. "What makes you think I should be at school? What if I'm home tutored? Turn left at the next stop."

"Your not going to give me a straight answer, are you?" he turned the steering wheel to the left.

"Nope." She replied; she spotted a suitcase on the back seat, on top a folder titled 'Seminar'. "Are you going for the gathering?" she asked him.

"If you're not answering my questions I don't see why I should answer yours," he replied.

"Fair enough, how about I come up with a theory and you tell me right or wrong? Turn right."

"Try."

"I'm guessing your one of the guest speakers from the way you dress, you're not a professor or a scientist, they have a certain air don't you agree? You seem like the type of person into medicine so either a doctor or something hospital related," said Kisara.

"How'd-?"

"I cheated, you have you doctor coat sticking out from your suitcase," admitted Kisara. He laughed.

"Pull up here," said Kisara pointing to a large black gate. Hatori pulled rolled down the window as a guard walked up to them.

"Sorry, but the Botanic gardens is closed today," said the guard. "For VIP only I'm afraid."

"I know, I'm Hatori, Hatori Kisara, I'm here for the gathering," said the man. The guard flipped through a list.

Kisara?

"Your name's not here," said the guard.

"Check again, I'm a guest speaker so it has to be there," insisted Hatori. The guard didn't bother checking again.

"Look! We've had over 20 people today trying to sneak in, so just-"

"Excuse me," said Kisara leaning toward the open window. "I'm sorry you forgot to ask my name."

"Name?" asked the guard.

"Sayuri," replied Kisara. The guard flipped through the list.

"Your not-" he began until his fellow guard covered his mouth.

"Sayuri-ojousama," said the second guard. "What brings you here?"

"Qiqiue wanted me to meet some of his business partners," lied Kisara in her innocent as can be voice. No one could doubt her, unless they knew her well.

"And your friend?" asked the second guard kindly.

"He already told you," she pouted attractively. The second guard flipped through the list once more.

"Is Kisara your given name?" asked the guard. Hatori hit himself lightly.

"I'm sorry, no Hatori is my given name, my Japanese sense isn't all that good," he admitted.

"You look Japanese," replied the second guard. "You're here." He pushed a button causing the gates to open.

"Raised in England," explained Hatori. "Thanks and sorry about that." The guard nodded and Hatori drove inside.

There were beautiful greenery on both side, a fountain made from marble and the largest oak tree Kisara had ever seen.

"Kisara?" asked Kisara innocently. "I've heard that name before."

"You probably have," replied Hatori. "With Atobe-san as your father and your adopted sister."

"Hmm?" So he didn't know who she was.

"My Uncle passed away a few years back and willed to me all his shares and property on the condition I gave half to his daughter when she turned 18. My parents wanted some of my inheritance but I said no and left the house, recently my parents found a copy of my uncle's will and discovered the rest of its content, my cousin was willed almost 420 million US dollars. "

Kisara pretended to calculate the amount despite already knowing it. "That's…"

"A lot of money in yen," replied Hatori. "They've recently tried to get their hands on that money despite the fact they already received 200 million yen from my uncle. Human greed never ceases to amaze me."

"Have you met your cousin?" asked Kisara. Hatori continued to drive straight until they reach a very large glass building. "The parking spaces are down that ramp," said Kisara pointing to it. Hatori turned the steering wheel and headed underground.

"Once," said Hatori. "She was only two or three though, grabbed my ears and refused to let go; a grip of steel. I hear she's an excellent student now, won several awards and competitions in music and ballet as well."

"Do you want to meet her?" So they were related, Kisara noted his familiar blue eyes and recognised her father's nose on his face.

"Yeah, but with the way my parents are practically begging for the cash no chance of that is there?" replied Hatori. "Anyway, I want to at least double the fortune my Uncle left me or at least not lose any of its value so I can face him when I pass away."

"Drop me here," said Kisara pointing to an elevator. Hatori pulled up in front of it and Kisara got out.

"Can you do me a favour?" asked Hatori, he pulled out his wallet and handed her a business card. "Give your sister that and tell her I'd like to meet her at least once."

"I'll pass it on," replied Kisara.

"Thanks, it was nice meeting you," said Hatori. Kisara closed the car door and he drove away.

"Nice meeting you too," she said to herself looking at the card. It read:

Dr. Hatori Kisara

Neurosurgeon of Kisara Hospital

Followed by the address and number of the hospital and him.

"Smart as well as good looking," she remarked pocketing the card. She pressed the up button on the elevator. Might as well get some hot chocolate before I go look around. I hear the library's recently received a budget increase, I should check that out…wonder if they got that medical book written by James Anders on Neurology? Qiqiue never brought the second and third volume…