Chapter Twenty-Five
"Father, you called?" a voice called from outside the wooden door of an office.
An elder man spun around in his swivel chair and called out, "Ah, yes, Daichi. Come on in, my boy. Take a seat." The boy pulled out another chair from the table and sat down quickly. "I'm making plans and thought you should know, after all, you'll be taking over someday if this draws out long enough, or you should know how your father stopped that Fujioka brat!"
"Of course, Father."'
"So, we start here," the man started, pointing to some papers scattered on the table.
The boy dazed off as his father ranted on, staring out one of the large glass windows. A soft breeze could be detected by watched the foliage outside sway. I miss you mom. I wish you were here.
His father droned on and on, his tirade falling unheard by the ears they were directed at. Daichi turned to a flickering monitor on the wall across from him. A group of kids sat around a room, talking animatedly with a crop of girls in yellow bell dresses. A single face caught his attention, though. Warm hazel eyes peered out under a crop of straight, brown hair. Despite the male uniform, the kid looked strikingly female. They were talking about something exciting, he assumed, based on the hand gestures involved. The girls around him were smiling softly and talking back. They looked…. happy.
"They're evil, I tell you," Daichi's father said when he realised where his son's gaze was directed.
"They look like teenagers to me." Daichi turned to his father expectantly, but he only scowled.
"Evil."