Kuon's POV
I waved as the limo pulled away. I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see my wallet sitting in the middle of the table. I smiled.
"Well, I'll be damned. They forgot my wallet." I said picking it up and putting it in my pocket. I picked up the real-estate listing and started looking through it. There was still an 80 percent chance Kyoko would stay in Japan and my apartment was just too small to fit four people. My cell started ringing while I was in the middle of looking through the listings. I grumbled and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Kuon. I called to tell you a little bit of information I found and thought you'd like to know."
I set down the listings. "And what would that be, President?"
"I know where Kyoko-chan's otou-san is."
"Great, where is he?"
The president chuckled. "Ryuuya is now living in LA running a popular entertainment agency, but in two weeks he's going on a business trip to Paris so you have to go this weekend or next week."
I massage my temples. "That throws a wrench into my plans. I was planning to go to Kyoto this weekend with Kyoko and the kids but it looks like we're going on a field trip to America."
"Why were you planning on going to Kyoto?"
"I was planning on going to the place where Kyoko and I first met and proposing."
"Well, I could see if we could reschedule all your work for next week so you could go then." The president wanted Kyoko an engaged woman as soon as possible and preferably to me.
"Sounds like a plan." I said hanging up. One problem down, three to go. I sighed. This weekend and next week would be very interesting. I dialed Yashiro's number and mentally prepared myself to face his inner fan girl. He picked up after the third ring.
"What is it, Kuon? I thought you were taking today off." He asked yawning.
"I am, but I need the thing I entrusted you with a few weeks ago."
Yashiro paused. "Why do you need that? It's just an old little box."
I was surprised. "You didn't peek inside after I told you not to?"
He sighed. "Kuon, you have to have more faith in me. Of course I wouldn't look in that. It's not anything that could give me anything that I can use." I wasn't going to asked what he would use it for.
"Can you give it to me today or tomorrow? I need it over the weekend."
"What's in the box that you'll need over the weekend?"
I sighed. "Look inside that box and you'll get the picture." There was the sound of drawers opening.
Suddenly, Yashiro squealed, his inner fan girl released. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Oh my god! I can't wait to see the look on Kyoko-chan's face when you propose!" He squealed happily.
"Oi, who said you were going to see me propose?"
"Kuon, even if I have to put a tracking device in your boxers I will find you and watch you propose to Kyoko-chan."
I shivered; fan girl Yashiro was something to be feared. "Yashiro, when a man proposes he doesn't exactly like an audience. If you show up it better have been worth a few bruises and broken bones."
"You won't hurt me. The president will be furious if you do."
I smiled. "That's where you're wrong, Yashiro. I believe the president will feel sympathy for you but he won't blame me. He had to propose to a woman once upon a time centuries ago."
Yashiro grumbled. "Fine, but you are telling me how it went when you get back to Tokyo."
I smirked. "I'm not sure I'm going remember it by then."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"After Kyoto I'm going to America for a week. Didn't the president tell you?" Of course he hadn't yet. The president got off the phone with me only a few minutes before so there was no time to call Yashiro.
"No, he didn't. But more importantly why are you going?"
"I have a few things I want to get done before my wedding, if there is one."
"And what would those things be?"
I rolled my eyes. "Is it important for you to know, Yashiro?"
He sighed. "Kuon, I am your manager. It is my job to know every little detail about your life."
"You know that makes you sound like an obsessed stalker, right?" Yashiro paused thinking about what he said.
"I guess it does but that's not the point."
I sighed "I'm going to America with Kyoko to see her otou-san, happy?"
Yashiro sighed. "I wanted the truth, Kuon. Not a lie."
"It wasn't a lie, Yashiro. Just ask the president."
"Why would —" I hung before he could finish asking his question. I set my phone on the table and picked up the listings again. My phone started ringing again. I grumbled, put down the listings once again, and answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"Kuon? It's Kyoko. You'll never guess where I'm calling from."
I raised an eyebrow. "From the mall?" I guessed. That was where she was supposed to be shopping.
"Nope, I'm calling from the police station."
I sighed and stood up, abandoning the listings. "Yuki, Hiou, and Ryuji-kun started a fight I assume?"
"Not in the least. A group of boys was bothering us, Yuki, Hiou-kun, and Ryuji-kun told them to cut it out. They recognized Yuki and started taunting him. He replied calmly and coolly as he started to usher the others and me on. They just had to start throwing punches. Someone called the police and the group of asses said Yuki, Hiou-kun, and Ryuji-kun started the fight so they're in jail. Maria and Moko were arguing with the officer so they were throwing in a cell. Don't even get me started on Aoi and Hime-chan," Kyoko said groaning.
"What did they do?"
"They attacked the group of jackasses. At first it was Aoi and her demons while Hime-chan was fuming beside her, but one of the jackasses had a natural resistance that was blocking them so she launches herself at the closet one and just starts beating him to a pulp. My okaa-san signed her up for self defense lesson we she was 12 and Aoi has been practicing ever since it seems. Hime-chan, after seeing Aoi launch herself at the group, decides to join in. So she sneaks up behind the closet one to her and gave him a hearty kick to the back."
I repressed a chuckle, slipping on my shoes. "Sounds like a chip off the old block."
"Kuon, can you just come and get us? I tried to at least explain and get Yuki and Aoi out but they won't believe me because they think I'm lying about my age and I left my purse in the limo."
I chuckled softly. "I'm already heading out the door, Kyoko. I should be there in a few minutes." I could hear a faint sigh of relief on the other end.
"Thank you, Kuon. I'll make it up to you sometime."
I smiled. If she was thanking me for this and promising to make up for it just wait 'til I tell her about the trip to LA.
"Its okay, Kyoko, they're my kids too." I said quietly glancing around the lobby. Thank goodness, it was empty. If the press got wind that I had kids, Yuki and Aoi wouldn't be able to set foot outside of the lobby without being swarmed by reporters and god knows who else. Then things would start to come out about Aoi and the beagle's son, then things about Yuki and Hime and that would cause things to become a lot worse.
Kyoko's POV
I was overjoyed when Kuon walked through the doors to the police station.
"So how long do they plan on holding them?" He asked kissing me as he put an arm around my waist.
"They're going to hold Yuki and Aoi until their parents and/or guardian shows up. Moko and Maria will spend a night in jail. Hiou-kun and Ryuji-kun get to stay in jail until the trial. The gang of jackasses pressed charges. They tried to press charges on Yuki too but since there was no actually proof that Yuki was involved in the fighting they withdrew the charges. And Hime-chan is stuck until her grandparents come."
"Let's go get Aoi and Yuki." Kuon said heading towards the front desk.
The policeman behind the desk looked up as we approached and sighed. "I've already told you, Miss. Until one of their parents come I can't let them go."
I rolled my eyes. "See what I mean? Without my ID no one believes me." I said to Kuon. The policeman glanced at Kuon.
"I assume you're the kids' otou-san? You're children's friend here kept saying she was their okaa-san."
Kuon smiled gentlemanly. "That's because she is. She turns 36 in December."
The policeman laughed. "Show me her real ID and I might believe you."
Kuon rolled his eyes. "Do you have the keys to the limo or did Maria have them?" he asked.
"Maria had them since it was her limo."
He massaged his temples. "Great. So we'll have to come back tomorrow to get your purse. Do you have any shopping bags?"
I shook my head. "We were about to head into the first store when the fight started."
He sighed quietly. "Looks like we're to shopping after we get the kids out."
I shrugged. "It can't be helped."
The policeman just rolled his eyes. "I'll go get your two brats. They're sharing a cell with the others so they may be a little scuffed up." Kuon and I followed him back to the holding cells, trying to contain smiles. If anyone was scuffed up it would be the other teens. As predicted Yuki, Aoi and Hime-chan were unscratched. Four teenage boys were pressing themselves against the far wall glancing nervously at the three unconscious boys on the floor.
The policeman whistled. "Looks like those three can take care of themselves," he said. They looked at us and smiled.
"Finally, I was getting worried we'd be here all night." Yuki said standing up. Aoi remained seated next to Hime-chan watching the teenage boys cautiously.
"It's not my fault no one believes I'm 35." I said as the policeman unlocked the cell. Aoi stood up, gave the boys a quick glare and exited the cell. Yuki rolled his eyes, following her.
"See you later, Hime-san." He said glancing forlornly over his shoulder.
She smiled softly. "See you later, Yuki-kun." He was smiling genuinely as we left.
"So, when's your first date?" Aoi asked him climbing into the back seat. I giggled climbing into the passenger seat. Yuki scowled at Aoi from the seat next to her.
"She's hands off for two years, Aoi. I'm not going to ask her out until she's in high school."
Aoi scowled at him. "Hime-chan is the only girl who you would even consider going out with and you're going to leave her unclaimed for two years?! Are you sane, Yuki?! God knows, how many sleazy bastards have their sights set on Hime-chan!"
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "I said I wasn't going to ask her out until high school. Did I ever say anything about leaving my competition intact?"
Kuon chuckled. "Chips off the old blocks."
I rolled my eyes. "At least they won't have the crazy adventures we did."
"What would be the fun if they don't experience the world for themselves?" He asked, innocently. I rolled my eyes.
