Chapter Thirty Five
The Day before Christmas
Atobe descended from the stairway, and walked into the living room where the massive Christmas tree was. He was holding all his wrapped gifts, and placed them under the tree. He had purposely woken up early in the morning so no one could see him. He placed everything neatly, and stood up.
"So what did you get your sister?"
Atobe froze in his place. Damnit…
Mitsuru looked amused at the situation. Caught in the act, eh?
Atobe raised his eyebrow, and placed his hands on his hips. "I guess you'll see when she opens it," he said. It would be rude if I don't get her anything.
"I see," Mitsuru said. He noticed that his son was wearing lounge clothes. "Are you not planning to do anything today?"
"Honestly, no. I'm still feeling sick so I guess its best I stay at home until Christmas. I told Yuushi to come by with my friends and pick up their gifts." He replied, with a yawn. "In fact, it's still too early; I'm going back to bed."
Mitsuru nodded. "You do that then. By the way, I invited Tarou here for Christmas. Since Akari is here, I thought it would be nice to have him here as well."
Atobe clenched his jaw, but restrained his composure. Atobe hesitated, but asked. "Is he coming alone?"
"Yes," Mitsuru answered. Then it's not Tarou that they're avoiding, he concluded.
"Fine then, I look forward to it," he said, deciding to go back to his room and sleep.
"Keigo?"
"Yes?" Atobe said, glancing at his father.
Mitsuru was curious now. "Sit down, and tell me why you don't want Kentarou here. I think I've waited long enough. I'm not a curious person but if my family's welfare is at stake then I have the right to know."
Atobe hesitated again in front of his father. "Promise me that you won't lose it though."
"Lose what?" Mitsuru asked.
"Your temper or composure. It won't be healthy for you," Atobe said, "and you're the one who should be sitting down, not me."
Mitsuru seemed dead surprised, but did so. "Well…?"
"Kentarou tried to rape Fay," Atobe said in a very quiet voice.
"HE WHAT?!" Mitsuru exclaimed, standing up in a hurry.
Atobe held his shoulders, "I told you to sit down, and don't strain yourself." He sat his father back down. "What's important is that he didn't, and he was thrown out."
"That bastard! He comes into my home, and…" Mitsuru coughed.
"Father, Kentarou is a drunk. I'm sure he wasn't even thinking of his actions. Fay told me that uncle Tarou is sending him to rehab so don't let it bother you. It's in the past, and Fay doesn't even think about it." Atobe explained.
Mitsuru kept his composure, and then looked at his son. "Were you the one who saved her?"
"Yes."
Mitsuru nodded, and was thankful. "Then I thank you. There's no telling what could've happened."
"I know." Atobe agreed."What matters is that it's over." I can't tell father that I truly despise Kentarou and don't trust him. Rehab or not, that boy is troubled.
Mitsuru stood up. "I'm fine now, please go back to bed and thank you for telling me."
Atobe nodded.
Mitsuru waited until his son walked away, and pulled out his mobile from his robe. He quickly dialed a number, and waited for the other end to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Yamaguchi-san."
"Yes, Atobe-san. How can I assist you?" the other person spoke.
"Please work on amending my will. I want it a forty percent split between my children, and the remaining twenty percent to go to my sister." Mitsuru instructed.
"Wasn't your brother on the will as well?" he asked.
"Not anymore," Mitsuru said bitterly.