YEEE-HAAA! I'm on a roll with this story! I'm finally fully buckling down and picking it back up again.

(Let's hope i didn't jinx myself with that statement aha…)

As always, lol, it took me a little bit to figure out how i was going to do this. I hope you like what i ended up with.

Was also longer then i originally thought it was going to be, but that's not a problem, right?

Also, are people liking my recent chapters? I was really proud of the last few, but i haven't got any feedback, so i wouldn't know if people like what i'm writing.

(No i'm not trying to call attention to myself, i just wanna know if i'm doing well, is all)

Enjoy :)

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As a child, Nagito had high hopes for the future.

It was your usual kids stuff, where small children dream of being princesses, astronauts, or whatever else they had their tiny little hearts set on.

Nagito himself had wanted to be a traveler. His mother and father worked a lot, running a company, but they always made whatever time they could for their only son.

When his parents were home, they showed him pictures of various places they went to for business deals. Africa, Europe, America, pretty much anywhere they went, there were people to meet, stories to tell, so many places and experiences, it was so exciting to the young boy. Who had immediately proclaimed he was going to be an adventurer when he grew up.

His parents had smiled fondly at him, and assured him that when he got bigger, they'd start taking him anywhere he wanted to go. He was a smart boy, and his parents sometimes took him into the local head office when they had time. He had made a couple of suggestions and tried to be helpful, wanting to make his parents proud, but being young he didn't really grasp the full aspects of running a company.

When he was ten, his parents finally took him on a vacation to San Cristobal Island. He was so happy…

But his priorities were vastly changed after that day.

Being the only son and heir, he had now inherited everything from his parents. Fortune, possessions, anything that his parents had owned, was now passed onto him.

Some (mostly the more ignorant) people thought he should at least be happy with what he got. Most kids and pretty much anyone else would have loved to be in his position…

He just wanted his parents back.

He wanted his mother to hug him and sing him to sleep at night. He wanted his father to hold him and compliment him when he made a good suggestion at the head office. Most of all, he just wanted them back, embracing him and telling him everything would be alright.

But unfortunately, life didn't work that way.

Now with an appointed caretaker, a man of about twenty named Izuru Kamakura (he briefly mentioned having a younger brother his age, but Nagito couldn't remember the other boys name), he had no choice but to keep going with his life. As sad as he was, he was forced to face the harsh reality that no matter how much he cried, nothing would bring his parents back.

Izuru, being his guardian by law, was technically the head of the company and keeper of the fortune until Nagito came of age. But surprisingly, always managed to include Nagito and ask for his input, though he didn't really have to. Izuru made sure to take the time to explain and teach things to the young heir, never showing an ounce of impatience.

He had felt slightly guilty about monopolising all of Izuru's time, and asked wether looking after him was cutting into time with the others own family.

Izuru had explained, in his usual monotone voice, that his parents and younger brother lived several towns over, and so he didn't really see them often. And his family weren't exactly rich enough to constantly make the long travel, thus why they had never made an appearance at the mansion.

After that conversation Nagito had made sure to give Izuru some time off every now and again, so he could travel and visit his family. Even though the black haired man had never said it aloud, Nagito could see the (mostly hidden) look of gratitude in the others face.

This continued for several years. As time went by, Izuru had practically become family to the lonely Nagito. Sure, the older man was quiet and stoic most of the time, but he was caring and supportive in his own silent way.

And now that Nagito had celebrated his 18th birthday, and the papers had all been signed, he was officially and legally the head of the Komaeda company, and sole holder of every cent of the inheritance money.

Izuru, stoic as ever, had simply congratulated Nagito on growing up. Giving him a present, and not even inquiring what was to happen to him now Nagito was head of the company.

Of course, this lack of concern made Nagito wonder, did he want to leave? Was he unhappy with him? Even though Nagito considered him family, he couldn't help but worry.

Izuru, perceptive as ever, upon seeing Nagito's worried glances at him had correctly guessed what was wrong. (Nagito wasn't entirely convinced the the other man wasn't psychic to some degree.)

He bluntly stated that he would accept whatever decision the albino made, and that he had no say in it whatsoever regardless of his own feelings, since Nagito owned everything now, it was up to the younger to decide what would happen.

In a heartbeat, Nagito made his decision.

When he'd first put forward his proposal to his -now former- caretaker of almost ten years, Izuru had remained silent at first. But after a few moments, the others mouth had twitched in what others would call annoyance, but Nagito could see the beginnings of a small smile.

Izuru would stay in the company, serving as his advisor, secretary of sorts, and just all around be his second in command. Later when he made the announcement at the head office building, the higher ups had protested at the sudden change, but as Izuru had stated the week before on his birthday, Nagito's word was now law within the company, regardless of anyone's opinion.

So now here he was, running the company. It made him sad when he thought about he was inheriting it much earlier then he should have, but he liked to think he was doing his parents proud, by continuing their legacy.

Life would be normal from here on out.

Right?

—

Hajime was nervous.

Very nervous.

He had just scored a job with the Komaeda company, and working in the head office no less!

He'd gotten the job through his older brother, Izuru. The older sibling had been away looking after the last living Komaeda after the boys parents died in a plane crash. It had been eight years, and even though he was silent and stoic, the two had gotten along fairly well, and he'd missed his brother.

So when his parents had suggested he move in with his older brother, Hajime had jumped at the opportunity.

The only problem, how would he get a job? He knew Izuru worked, apparently the Komaeda boy had kept him on as his second in command after officially inheriting the company. But what about him? He didn't want to sponge off his brother forever.

So then Izuru had gone and apparently asked his former charge to hire his younger brother, and thankfully Komaeda had agreed.

"Some of the higher ups weren't to keen on hiring someone new and young so abruptly." His brother had told him. "But Nagito over-ruled them."

Hajime was just thankful that the new boss was so kind. But he was curious as to why he just casually referred to the other as 'Nagito'.

"I have known and cared for Nagito Komaeda for nearly ten years, it would be stranger if i did still refer to him by his last name." Izuru deadpanned.

Oh. Right. He'd felt a little sheepish for asking such an obvious question.

…

So now here he was, stranded in an empty hallway on his first day of work. Very excited, but also slight anxiety because he couldn't find him damn work station.

No only would he be embarrassed and look like an idiot, but if he couldn't do his job he'd let down the kind young man who'd hired him despite being told otherwise. Not to mention his brother had potentially stuck his neck out to get him this job.

Right as he was rounding another corner, barely keeping hold of the coffee he was holding, he'd come to an abrupt stop. Had he run into a wall?

The wall was a little to warm and not as solid as he expected, so he looked back up and focused on the area right in front of him.

He had run into a person. And spilt his coffee on them, hot liquid splashing onto the other's wrist.

'Way to go on first impressions you idiot!' He scolded himself.

"I'm so sorry!" He apologised.

The boy he'd bumped into only smiled pleasantly at him. A pretty cute boy, who couldn't be much older then him. Striking pale green eyes and a mop of brilliant white hair, he was casually dressed in a green coat, white shirt with some strange red design, and dark jeans with brown shoes.

All in all, pretty damn cute. The last thing he needed was to blurt that out loud like a moron though.

"No, no. It's perfectly fine, were you in a hurry?"

"Ah, yes. I'm trying to find my brother, i just started working here today."

"Oh? Your brother? Who is he? If i know him, i can help you find him if you'd like?"

"Oh! You really don't have to."

"No, really i don't mind." The stranger replied. "The burn will disappear in no time, who's your brother?"

Well, he was pretty lost. So he guessed he should accept this other boys help.

"Izuru Kamukura."

The albino's eyes widened comically.

"Izuru is your brother?"

He shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want to seem like someone who just dropped names to get what he wanted. He hoped that wasn't the impression the other got.

But he was really surprised by the actual reaction he was presented with.

"Your Izzy's little brother!" The other laughed, happily jumping slightly while clapping his hands.

'Izzy…?' When would his older brother ever allow someone to refer to him by such a nickname?

"Uh… yes?"

"You must be Hajime!" The other boy had calmed down, but still smiling, had held out his hand. Hajime, not wanting to be rude, held out his own, and the two shook hands.

"Yes, that's me. And you are…?"

The other blinked, probably realising he hadn't introduced himself yet.

(Hajime was most definitely not mentally referring to him as 'the really cute albino boy'… nope, not at all… )

"How rude of me! My name is Nagito Komaeda, it's nice to meet you."

It was Hajime's turn to widen his eyes dramatically.

Komaeda, that's what he said, right? He definitely said that name… didn't he? Which means… oh no. Only his first day, and he was caught wandering around like an idiot, and spilt coffee on -of course!- the head of the entire freaking company! Oh yes, this was turning out to be a stellar first day wasn't it?

Had his brother been more prone to expressing emotions, he knew Izuru would be laughing at him for this.

"Your Nagi- I mean, Komaeda? Wow, i'm so sorry!"

Nagito only laughed pleasantly.

"Oh please, feel free to call me Nagito. Any family of Izzy's is a friend of mine!"

"Okay then, uh… Nagito. And uh, Izzy…?"

The other snickered.

"He pretends to hate it, but he let's me call him that no matter how much he complains."

He couldn't help but laugh himself. He never thought he'd see the day where Izuru of all people let someone address him with such a cutesy nickname.

"So your looking for Izuru huh?"

"Yeah, he told me to show up, but didn't give me any instructions or directions."

"Typical Izuru." Nagito smiled with a small sigh. "I swear, he expects everyone to be as psychic as i think he is!"

"Uh… what?" Was Hajime's brilliant reply.

"He's just too good at everything! And he pops up out of nowhere! I swear, he has to be some kind of psychic person!"

Hajime blinked, then burst out laughing.

"Hm? Mind letting me in on the joke?"

"Oh, it's nothing really." Hajime chuckled. "It's just, that's exactly what i used to think growing up. Sometime's he'd move so fast and silently, i'd swear to mum and dad that he could either teleport, or was some kind of ninja."

After finally getting the joke, both boys were laughing together.

"So Izuru's always been like that then?"

"Yeah, even when i was a kid, he was always the silent genius type."

"Oh good, i thought maybe looking after me had caused him to go into emotional shutdown."

Both fell back into laughter, catching the attention of a couple of wandering employees.

While he enjoyed a good laugh (and he couldn't believe who he was laughing with, of all people to meet), the sight of other people reminded him of why he'd collided with the other in the first place.

"So, uh, do you know where Izuru is?"

"Nope!" Nagito replied cheerfully.

"… seriously?"

"Ah, don't worry! Our little ball of sunshine has to be around somewhere."

Before Hajime could protest, his hand had been grasped by a much paler one, and he was being led down the hall, though to where Hajime didn't know. The other was chatting away happily, and he couldn't stop the red that came to his cheeks.

'His hand is so soft…'

The thought caused his face to go even darker red.

…

Meanwhile, any employee they had passed down the hall stared at them, seeing their usually quiet and polite head of the company, laughing so freely and holding hands with a strange boy they didn't know.

Which included a certain pair of stoic red eyes.

'I knew bringing them together would prove to be interesting…'

END OF CHAPTER:

Jesus christ, this chapter was over 2,000 words long! And that's not even including the author's notes.

Cya next chapter :)

Tairulz