A/N: Hey everyone!!! This is my new fanfic! It is based on the Japanese drama Hana Yori Dango. Firstly I just want to say that this entirely based upon the Japanese drama, I haven't watched the Korean and Chinese version of this story, nor have I read the manga or watched the anime, so there won't be any references to things that occurred outside the Japanese drama! Just a word of warning!
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Summary: Domyoji and Makino just exchanged their wedding vows, but how will they adjust to married life? Can Domyoji and Makino persevere despite the animosity concerning their recent nuptials?
For the Love of Domyoji
Chapter 1 – Classes Begin!
Makino walked, eyes wide, into the large study hall, her bag clasped tightly in her hand. She had recently enrolled in Tokyo Law School after her marriage to the world famous airhead Tsukasa Domyoji and today was her very first day of class.
The mahogany walls reminded her of her new home in Tokyo with Domyoji. His large mansion was so large a person could get lost in it, and now she was sure, that this college was going to be the exact way.
"All right!" she said, determination lighting in her eyes as her hand made a tight fist by her side.
"What are you "all righting" for?" she heard a voice behind her.
Her eyes narrowed and her shoulders slumped as she turned slowly around to her husband.
"You know, you didn't have to come…" she muttered, turning to him.
"Heh," he said, becoming flustered at her public insult. "Why would you say that to your dear hobby?" he asked, his eyes innocent.
She cocked her head to the side. "Hobby?"
"That's what I said, didn't I?"
"I think you mean hubby…" she murmured turning away. "Looks like it was a good thing you took over the Domyoji group when you did, college would be too difficult for you…" she muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing…" she stammered, fighting a smile from her lips.
She took another step into the great lobby, chandeliers hanging off of the high ceiling, reflecting lights against the wall. Her eyes widened as she spun around slowly.
"You're such a commoner," he muttered behind her as he passed her, walking into the office.
"Hey," he snapped at a lady behind the desk. "Where's the orientation being held?" he asked rudely.
"Domyoji!" Makino yelled in shock as she shoved him to the side. "Please forgive him, he's an idiot," she said, quickly bowing to the lady behind the desk.
"No…" she said as she dreamily stared at him. "It's perfectly fine…"
"Oi!" he yelled, turning to Makino. "Who are you calling an idiot?"
"You!" she exclaimed, before turning to the lady. Apology apparent on her face. "We need to know where the orientation for new students are being held."
"Hurry up!" Domyoji demanded, and Makino jabbed him roughly in the ribs.
"Of course, the new students are meeting in the auditorium one building over."
"You see, Makino? You got us lost!" he muttered, grabbing her by the arm and jerking her out of the office.
"Oi! Wait, hey wait!" she yelled as she was pulled from the room and out of the building.
They finally made it to the building over, and the auditorium was even more elaborate, having three tiers of balcony space and huge crystal chandeliers.
"Sugoi!!!" she said, her eyes the size of golf balls. They mixed amongst the crowd of new students.
"Hey, you sit down…" Makino said, turning to Domyoji. "You're not a student in this school."
He crossed his arms standoffishly. "I'm sticking by you, all of these guys have been staring at you!" he said as he childishly glared evilly in the eyes of every boy who looked at Makino.
Makino shook her head as she looked over the heads of the other students, as they searched for a seat.
"Welcome, welcome!" A voice called from the stage, he was standing behind a large podium, his body tall and lean and his hair carefully styled. He looked to be in his early thirties. "Please take a seat!"
Makino quickly began to search for a seat amongst the other new students, Domyoji held onto her hand like a ferocious mountain lion claiming his territory.
They took a seat near the front, watching as he adjusted his glasses.
"I first want to start by saying welcome to Tokyo Law School, here we drive to make our students the best lawyers in all of Japan. We pride ourselves on being the most prestigious law school in the entire country, and hope you all push yourself to make this institution proud," he said, looking around the room.
"Domyoji-san!" he called suddenly, and Makino's eyes widened as the spotlight centered on her, or well… Domyoji.
Domyoji squinted. "Do I know you?"
"No, but I had no idea that we would see you today… Would you like to come up to say something?" he asked.
Just say no, just say no… Makino begged, turning to Domyoji.
"Of course!" he said, standing up as he rushed onto the stage.
Makino shielded her eyes as Domyoji stepped on stage. This would not turn out good.
He took a step toward the microphone, stopping at the podium. She could hear women cooing and whispering amongst themselves as he ran his hand through his curly hair. The whole place lit up with loud applause.
Domyoji held his hand up then, always overly dramatic. He then slammed it on the podium, immediately silencing everyone.
"The reason I'm here today, is because my wife asked me to accompany her here on her first day of college," he said, his voice taking on an almost dreamy tone.
"Don't flatter yourself…" Makino muttered, hiding her face in her hands.
"But I must say one thing, before I allow her to attend this school…" he said, holding up a finger. "I will kill any man who dares to touch my wife," he said, his eyes getting dark. "That is a prom!" he said in broken English.
"Prom?" People began to whisper around her, giggling.
It's promise… Baka! She thought to herself as the spotlight centered on her. What are you doing?
He then walked off stage, sitting back down beside her. "Did you like that?"
She rolled her eyes, and remained silent.
"Why are you mad Makino?" he asked then, overly loud. She sunk farther into her seat. "Oi! Makino!"
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Makino ducked out of the view of the car that Domyoji had sent for her after class as she rushed down the city sidewalks. She had kept her job in the dessert shop against Domyoji's knowledge, and she had to work tonight. She sighed at the thought of the argument they had gotten into over it, but she needed her own time, her space... was that too much to ask for?
She rushed into the store, greeting her friend Yuuki as she quickly stepped in the back room.
"How was your first day of school, Domyoji-san?" she asked, turning to her as Makino went behind the curtain to change.
Makino ripped back the curtain violently, peeking her head out. "Don't you dare call me that!" she snapped.
Yuuki smiled knowingly. "What did he do this time, Tsukushi-chan?"
"You wouldn't even believe…" she stammered, throwing the striped kimono over body as she stepped out. "He can be such an idiot!"
"Did he really accompany you to your first day of classes?" she asked.
"Up until the last class I had to attend, he got a call back to the office…" she muttered, grabbing a spray bottle and cleaning the glass counter-top.
"This sounds similar to something I once had to go through with a man I once loved…" A voice said, popping out of nowhere.
Makino jumped, turning around. Her boss stood there, wrapped up in a colorful kimono, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, making her eyes look almost… wild.
"Okami-san!"
"Once, a long time ago, I fell in love with a man who wouldn't let me out of my sights…" she muttered dreamily.
"Here she goes…" Makino and Yuuki said in unison.
"He decided that I was too fragile to be allowed out of his sight, so he followed me everywhere, ready to protect me, should the need arise."
"He sounds like a stalker…" Yuuki murmured.
"Then one night, when I was attacked by a few sailors who had just docked he fought off each one of them, and saved me…" she said, holding her hands together.
"Eh?" Makino called, turning to Yuuki and then back to Okami-san. "You were attacked?"
"Yes," she said turning to Makino. "Appreciate your husband's overprotective nature, Tsukushi-chan," she said, coming up to rest her hands on her shoulder. "He may just be your savior someday."
Makino spent the rest of her working time considering the words that Okami-san had told her. Maybe having him protect her wasn't too much of an inconvenience.
"Okami-san, we're leaving!" Yuuki called, pulling off her Kimono, Makino followed her.
"Oi!" she heard behind her, and when Makino whirled around she ran into a hard chest.
"Ow!" she called, rubbing the tip of her nose as she looked up into Domyoji's angry expression.
His shoulders were tall and stiff and his hands were tightened into fists at his side. His eyes shot daggers at her.
"Oh… you're here…" Makino muttered dumbly.
"What do you mean, 'you're here'?" he exclaimed, grabbing her arm. "I've been searching the entire city for you!"
"Hey, wait, wait!!!" she yelled as he jerked her from the sweets shop. He pulled her down the dark streets toward his mansion. "Domyoji, your hurting me!" she exclaimed, planting her heels.
He let go of her then and rushed towards the direction he was heading, without her.
"Hey!!! Wait up!" she called, his long strides forced her to run to keep up.
He stopped then, turning to her. He pushed her violently against the wall of a local shop, his arms locking her there, one on each side of her body.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" he asked, staring into her chestnut brown eyes. "I had no idea where you were."
"You knew I would be at work," she muttered, her voice quiet.
He looked down then, chuckling lightly before looking up. "I didn't even consider your work a possibility until about thirty minutes ago."
She fell silent. He looked genuinely worried about her, his shoulders strong and yet weak at the same moment.
"I'm sorry," she genuinely apologized, taking his face in her hands. "I'm sorry for worrying you, but I just wanted to continue working there."
He turned to her then, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "All you had to do was ask."
She crossed her arms then, the mood changing then. "I did but you said, 'No wife of mine is going to work at such a run-down place'…" she quoted, turning to him.
He scratched the back of his neck innocently. "Oh… well… I've changed my mind! I've decided to allow you to stay there!"
"How kind of you…" she murmured lamely as she followed beside him toward their mansion.
"You're my speckle one, Makino,"
"What??" she exclaimed, looking at him strangely.
He smiled happily as they walked down the street together.
Makino just shook her head and followed him.
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