Fuutaro was rubbing his temples trying to lessen the pain his headache was causing him. He opened his eyes to take his subordinates who encircled his desk in his office. He swore they were all not this stupid when he hired half of them. He leaned back in his larger leather chair. Fuutaro Uesugi at the age of 30 was one of the youngest presidents in corporate Japan's history. Because of his intuitive mind and dedicated work ethic as well as having some great connections Fuutaro Uesugi was now the president of the corporate conglomerate SONY.
He wore a slight glare with his normally stern expression. Many of them flinched under his look, only his vice-president held his gaze. Fuutaro's eyes combed over the different men and women in the room. They were supposed to be some of the best and that is why he hired them. This meeting was going nowhere, and they just kept going in circles. Each person in this room and their own problem needed to be fixed "immediately". And it soon devolved into them arguing over who's problem was more important.
Fuutaro could tell you right now which was most important, his god damn headache that they caused. He didn't want to deal with them anymore, but he had to because that was his job. He suddenly stood up and turned around stepping towards his floor-to-ceiling window that was behind his chair. The windows were actually the whole outside wall. So at least he got a lot of natural light throughout the day.
He took in his appearance from the reflection. Today he wore a black suit jacket, pants, black shoes, and a navy shirt with a black tie. He had the buttons on the jacket undone so it was hanging open showing more of his button-up shirt. He lifted his right wrist to check the time. 1:30, great….. and he has nothing scheduled for the rest of his day. No one will stop his believing that they all know that and that is why they are having this meeting.
He looked back at his reflection and his amber eyes looked back. He looked a bit more tired than he wanted to look, but otherwise, he looked like he did when he was 22 and newly married. But he now has a bit more of a mature and dignified aura around him.
He could still hear them squabbling behind him, he sighed out just wanting to get this over with.
We walked back to his chair and basically fell into it. He sank into the soft black leather.
"Alright!" Fuutaro bellows out as he claps his hands silencing the group. "This is what we are gonna-" He gets cut off by the buzz of his intercom.
"Sir?" his secretary sitting outside in front of his office calls out.
Fuutaro looks at the intercom and presses the reply button. "Yes?"
"Your wife is here to see you."
This made every employee in the room freeze. All of them not expecting that message in a million years. None of them knew that President Fuutaro Uesugi was married. Well, he did wear a wedding band on his left ring finger. But none have ever seen his wife or heard him talk about her.
There was a pool around the executives and high managerial levels of staffers, secretaries included. Many believed he was divorced, others believed his wife had died, and some believed he just wore it as a memento for something. Only one anonymous person voted on him being happily married!
That wasn't the worst part though. Fuutaro Uesugi, the stern, strict but fair, President of their company began to smile. It was small at first, but it soon grew with each passing second. Every person in that room could say they have never seen him smile like that before. Some of the higher-level ones have seen him smirk when things went his way but, never this kind of smile. It terrified them.
Fuutaro clicked the button again, "Well, send her in." some genuine happiness bleeding into his tone.
After a moment the door opened and a woman wearing white with a gold trim sundress, a pair of white strappy sandals, and a sun hat on her head walked in with a large black suitcase she was wheeling behind her. She scans the room and her blue sapphire eyes take in everyone. She wore an easy smile on her face. All the men in the room were awestruck by her beauty. The few women had looks of slight envy.
Her eyes finally land on Fuutaro who is leaning back in his chair a small warm smile on his face.
Her face lights up when she sees him, rushing over the suitcase in toe.
"Fuutaro-kun!" she beams as she reaches his desk letting go of her suitcase as she crashes herself into the man.
The audience is in shock. One thinks he is about to have a stroke. Because there is no way this is real.
"Ichika," he sighs out as he wraps his arms around her.
That is one of the youngest members in the meeting only in his position a few months jolts severely.
"Ichika!" he quietly exclaims. The rest look at him now confusion on their faces. Fuutaro's eyes trail to him as well still holding onto his wife.
"No wonder I recognized her, that's Ichika Nakano! A-list actress and is slated to star as Black Cat in our new Spider-man movie!" He exclaims louder now.
The group's eyes widen in shock as they slowly turn back to their boss and now known as Ichika.
They hear her huff as she reluctantly lets go of Fuutaro as she turns back to the small crowd. A well-practiced smile on her face.
"Good day to you all. While Ichika Nakano is my stage name, I have personally gone by Ichika Uesugi for the past 7 years." She says as she lifts her left hand showing the modest but brilliant diamond ring.
The group looks like fish out of the water they are gaping so much. Fuutaro begins to snicker then it turns to full-out laughter. Their reactions were too much for the man to take. Ichika looked at him a fond smile on her face.
When he gets control of his laughter Fuutaro looks to his employees, "Alright since I have gotten such a welcome surprise," He proceeds to grab his wife's hand as she locks their fingers together and gives him a warm smile in turn. "I think we can pick this back up on a later date, and questions you have can be given to the vice-president," Fuutaro says nodding to the man. The man nods back.
The group proceeds to stand and start heading to the door. Most have their minds to the pool they have going.
"Oh, by the way," they all stop and turn back to the President. "Give my secretary her winnings by the end of the day." With that he turns back to his wife, leaving them all awestruck once again.
They soon shuffle out his secretary, at the door a smug smile on her face as she closes the door so the married couple could have some privacy.
Ichika takes off her hat and sets it on his desk. She then quickly sits down in Fuutaro's lap and leans into his chest, snuggling into him. Their hands still intertwined as he wraps his other arm around her waist and pulls her flush against his chest. He laid his chin on her left shoulder as he held her taking in her everything.
"Now," Fuutaro drawled out. "What are you doing here?"
Ichika didn't physically react to the question only, hummed a little bit seemingly in thought. Fuutaro though was not convinced of that, he knew his wife best and knew that she was just doing that to tease him.
"Well… We got done shooting a few days early and what my manager told me was that I had no projects within the next 3 months, so I thought it would be nice to come home and see my hardworking husband." Ichika informed him.
Fuutaro looked at her out of the corner of his eye. There was something about her words, she chose specific ones for a reason. Same with her tone, he knew she only used that tone for a specific instance. "There is something you are not telling me."
That made Ichika react as she shifted slightly.
"What is it?"
"Um…. will you not get mad?"
"What is it." Fuutaro bit out slightly.
"My manager set up an interview for us."
Fuutaro froze for a couple of seconds as his head wrapped around one word.
"Us?"
"Yes us." She replied.
"Why do I need to do an interview with you? I have never had to before." Fuutaro asks as he shifts his head to get a better look at his wife, who is still avoiding his eyes.
"Well, you know how I complained about having so many people hitting on me?"
"Yeah…." Fuutaro drawled out, but a slightly possessive look in his eye.
"Well, my manager told me when we weren't shooting, I should wear my ring to help deter some of them. But the overzealous ones kept asking who it is and trying to find out. I tried to keep them at bay with we didn't want to influence each other's lives, but they would take no for an answer. My manager finally got sick of them as well and we set up the interview. We go on the in a week." Ichika explained to him.
Fuutaro sighed out, he didn't like it, but if it could make Ichika's life easier he would do it.
But before he could say he would do it. Ichika leaned in and gave him a searing kiss. Fuutaro's eyes widened for a brief moment before he closed them and kissed her back his arm starting to trail down her back.
They broke the kiss and Ichika leaned into his ear. "As a thank you for doing this, I think I can give you a reward~" she whispered into his ear.
Fuutaro gained a slightly perverted smile. "What kind of reward?"
"This kind," Ichika proceed to get out of his lap and started to fall to her knees.
Fuutaro leaned back and decided to relax and enjoy this. He would return the favor for her tonight anyway.
An: Don't know Japanese talk shows, using a combination of Conan's and Ellen's shows. Same for how they address guests by their first names.
"Alright everyone let's get this show on the road!" Sakura Yamashita the number 1 talk show host in Japan called out as she sat in her chair. The crowd still cheered but started calming down.
"We've got a great show today everyone. We are gonna hear Flow's new single as well as see an exclusive sneak peek for this summer's upcoming action blockbuster. But that's not the highlight today. Today we have an interview with the one and only Ichika Nakano." The inhouse crowd went wild with the news.
"That's not all, we have a surprise guest coming out with her as well. What I've been told is they are going to reveal a secret." Sakura said with a conspiratorial tone. This got the crowd to murmur amongst themselves.
"Now without further ado, please give a warm welcome to Ichika Nakano and the president of SONY, Fuutaro Uesugi!" the host announced causing the crowd to cheer and clap. They walked out beside each other. Ichika with a warm smile and waved to the crowd while Fuutaro had a neutral expression but lightly waved to them.
They soon made their way over to the couch and took a seat, Ichika sitting on the side closer to the host.
"Wow, it's good to have you on again Ichika," Sakura said with an easy smile.
"It's nice to be back," Ichika replied matching the smile.
"And it is nice to meet you as well Fuutaro. I'm glad you are on as well."
"Thank you for having me." He calmly replied.
"Now Ichika, both my and the audience are just dying to hear what this secret is," Sakura said with over-exaggerated desperation in her voice.
Ichika and the crowd chuckled at that while Fuutaro raised a single eyebrow.
"Well, this secret is an older one, seven years old in fact," Ichika said with a small smirk.
"Really? What kind of secret is it?" Sakura said with genuine curiosity in her voice. She wasn't told why they were going to be on specifically only that Ichika and the President of SONY were going to be on the show to reveal something.
"Well, I believe it's time to reveal my relationship status to the world," Ichika said with a small smile. Before Sakura or the audience could react, she took Fuutaro's hand in her own. "I would like to introduce my husband of seven years Fuutaro Uesugi."
With that, the audience was in an uproar many women freaking out, while men gave Fuutaro looks of respect. Sakura was blown away as this was one of the last things she was expecting. But this was the greatest outcome. As Ichika Nakano's relationship status was one of the most sought-after questions in the entertainment world. And it was being reviled on her show! She had to get all the details.
After the audience died down Sakura began her interrogation. "This is amazing we've got to know when did you two meet?"
Ichika smiled warmly as she remembered. "Well, that is a complicated question, As we officially met in our second year of high school when Fuutaro became my sister's and my tutor."
"And unofficially?"
"We met on when both our schools took a trip to Kyoto in middle school, and it was love at first sight. We played cards with each other for hours."
This got the women of the audience to coo while men shot Fuutaro thumbs up. He just rolled his eyes slightly.
"It's almost like a romance novel come to life," Sakura said.
"It is isn't it?" Ichika said with a smile.
Fuutaro couldn't hold it back anymore and snorted. This caused all eyes to turn to him especially his wife. She gave him a raised eyebrow.
"Something to add Fuutaro?" Sakura said as her story sense was tingling.
"It wasn't that romantic, off the bat anyways," Fuutaro said with a slight glance to his wife.
"Oh? Care to elaborate." Sakura prompted.
"Well in when we first met in high school, I wasn't looking for any kind of relationship and only took the tutoring job for the money to help my family. I didn't even know that I was tutoring the same girl from Kyoto until months later. In fact, Ichika slept through my entire first tutoring session, and others after." He finished with a smirk.
The audience and Sakura laughed at that little piece of knowledge. Ichika still wore her smile but gave Fuutaro a look. He just gained a smirk at that.
"In fact, it is only because of me that she even graduated high school." This bringing more laughter from the crowd. "She was actually the one to confess to me, of course by that time I had warmed up to the idea, but I wasn't planning on asking her."
The laughter just kept coming, especially with the blush Ichika had formed because of Fuutaro's reveals.
"My you guys have such a colorful past," Sakura commented. "Is there any more you need to share."
Ichika now gained a slightly smug look, "Actually there is." This had everyone look at her even Fuutaro who had questioning look on his face. Ichika gave him a quick look before she turned back to Sakura.
"Oh? Do tell."
Ichika took in a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."
Everyone froze for five seconds before the mayhem. Everyone was screaming or cheering. Only two not making noise were Ichika who wore her practiced smile and a still frozen Fuutaro who was staring at his wife with a blank face.
"H-how far along?" Fuutaro mumbled out as soon as the noise level was down.
Ichika looked at him. "About 12 weeks."
Fuutaro soon looked up with a deep look of concentration on his face. Then his eyes widened he snapped his head back to Ichika.
"Wait that was when-"
"Yes."
"When we-"
"Yes."
"And you-"
"Yes, Fuutaro-kun."
Fuutaro quickly deflated as he sunk into the couch.
Ichika and the other women in the studio began to giggle while the men gave Fuutaro looks of sympathy.
Sakura saw the time. "Well, looks we are out of time. Thank you again Ichika and same to your husband. This has been a wonderful experience."
Ichika smiled back, "The pleasure was ours."
"Alright, we'll be back after the break," Sakura said as the camera zoomed out.
Ichika poking her now unresponsive husband on his cheek trying to get a reaction.
AN: Done. Wrote 70% of this in one sitting.