Chapter 13
Author's Note: Uh, yeah. Sorry so much. It's been like 3-4 months and I know that that is too long. School is out so I will update a lot more. I don't really have an excuse except for my so-called writer's block. But I think it's more than that. I think it's more me being lazy than anything.
Disclaimer: I don't care if you don't want to hear it, but I don't own Saint Tail.
"Mom! Dad!" Meimi exclaimed dropping her bag and throwing her arms around her two loving parents. "I missed you so much!"
"Oh, Meimi. We missed you too." Her mother, Eimi, said lovingly. She embraced her daughter tightly before releasing her.
"It really has been too long." Her father, Genichiro, hugged her though not as tightly as Eimi did. "Asuka Jr. called us so we know what a struggle you've been through." He added.
"We are so happy that you are safe." Her mother stated. She cupped Meimi's cheeks delicately with her palms.
"Why don't we go inside?" Meimi suggested. The two nodded with agreement and headed inside the humble home. Her father quickly picked up her bag and followed the two ladies in.
The room was pleasantly decorated. It was very welcoming; very homey. Meimi smiled and sat down on the same couch she used to sit on when she was a kid. Nothing had changed and she was happy about it. She wouldn't have it any other way. Even her parents were still the kind, gentle people who supported her in her childhood. The only differences were the wrinkles forming around their eyes and the grey hairs hatching in their hair. Her mother always told her that wrinkles were a good thing. They formed from always smiling. This saying proved that Meimi's immediate family was happy.
"So, Meimi, what have you been up to? Why the sudden visit?" Her father asked sitting in his favorite plushy armchair. Meimi was caught somewhat off guard. She assumed since Asuka Jr. called that he also told them why she was here. But all in the same, it was better if she told them directly.
"I came because I love you." She said happily. "But also because I wanted to find out more about Toko." She furthered. Meimi turned suddenly turned gravely serious. Toko was a matter she did not know how to express. Asuka Jr. had taken on a disliking, but Meimi believed in the best in people. She played her poker face when addressing the situation.
Eimi nervously exchanged a glance with her husband. She nodded at him. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.
"You're mother blames me for the whole thing." He said and laughed tensely. "Toko was a young co-worker of mine. He wasn't actually a magician, but sort of like my agent. He helped me find places to perform."
"So why was I engaged to him?" Meimi asked bluntly.
"Well...my job wasn't supporting the family very well. Your mother offered to take her job up again, but y'know...that wouldn't work. Toko promised to help out. I wanted the best for everyone." He explained. "I didn't think Toko would..."
"Its okay, Dad. I don't blame you." She said and smiled sincerely. "Do you mind if I look around upstairs?" Meimi asked pointing to the ceiling.
"Go ahead, honey." Eimi said waving her hand like it was saying it was okay.
"Thanks." Meimi said and leaped from her seat. She took the stairs by two. When only the thumping off her feet from above could be heard, both of the parents sighed painfully.
"Why did this happen?" Eimi murmured burying her face in her hands. Genichiro got up and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezed it consolingly.
"I'm so sorry, Eimi. You were right." He whispered. He ducked his head.
"I'm just glad that she's with the one she loves now." Eimi said through her hands. "How could someone so beautiful go through something like this?"
"I don't know. I just don't see how Toko could do such a horrendous thing to such an innocent girl." He said holding his hand to his eyes. "She could have died." Genichiro was growing older by the day and every day it seemed harder for him to act manly. It seemed less embarrassing for an aged man to cry than a young man.
"Meimi's strong. She'll figure it out." Eimi said confidently. She lifted her face from her hands and smiled a tearful smile. She grasped the hand that was on her shoulder and brushed it against her tear-stained cheek. "Thank you Genichiro for caring."
Meimi opened the door to her room slowly. She gasped when she noticed everything was still there. All her stuffed animals, pictures, books, and other things that she now realized she missed. She ran her fingers across the bookshelf remembering passages from each book she touched.
"Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: The one promises happiness, doubtless th-" Meimi started.
"The other assures it." A voice from behind her finished. Meimi whipped around to see a tall man sitting on her bed. He had long jet black hair neatly held back in a low ponytail. "Mark Twain." He stated and rose. He clapped his hands a few times upon approaching her. "Very good Meimi. You aren't the stupid housewife I took you for."
"Toko!" Meimi gasped. He nodded and released a cocky grin. "What do you want?!" She asked harshly. All the anger and frustration she had been experiencing was being released by the sight of the man who was causing it all.
"Why, just to see your smiling face, darling." He said holding out his hand to touch her cheek. She backed away, but was stopped by the bookcase.
"I will scream. My parents will call the police." She threatened.
"You scream and I'll make sure you'll never open your mouth again." He snapped. Meimi stared at him, frightened.
(Maybe Saint Tail can handle this.) She thought furiously.
"1, 2,-" Meimi started. A sharp pain shot through her starting from her neck. She felt herself collapse shortly after.
"Thanks buddy." She heard Toko say.
"No problem." Another man returned. "What do we do with her?"
"Take her with us." Toko said. He bent down and picked Meimi from the ground. "Write a note or something." He told his henchman. Meimi lost consciousness after hearing his sentence. Toko left through the window he entered through. He gently climbed down the terrace and made a break for the driveway. Meimi, the whole time, hung limply over his shoulder. They waited in his car for the henchman to get back. He did and they left quietly.
(What does he want? Why is he doing this to me?) Meimi thought when she slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around the black limo. Toko sat across from her next to two men with earpieces and sunglasses. Both were shaved bald and grimaced at her. Meimi felt the anger pumping in her veins. She went to slap Toko only to realize that her hands were tied behind her back.
"What do you want?!" She desperately asked.
"A promise." Toko said shortly. His fingers were knitted together and hung between his legs.
"About what?" She asked. Her head pounded with every beat of her heart.
"That you won't tell the detective about my appearance or our rendezvous. Also, I want a promise that you won't sue me." He stated.
"Why would I sue you?" Meimi asked. She then, feeling idiotic, remembered that this was the man that chased her off the fire escape. Toko, noticing that she already answered her own question, chose not to answer. "Can I ask you why you did it?"
"Why I chased you?" He asked. Meimi nodded. "Well, first off I was drunk. Usually, I am a much more sensible person sober. I found out your lust for Mr. Detective and got jealous. The alcohol just pushed me to a more violent action." Toko explained. He stared blankly at her before whispering something to his guard. The guard nodded and leaned towards Meimi. Meimi cowered against the leather seat, but found no security from the large man. He reached behind her and released her hands. She stared at Toko, confused. "Like I said, I usually am a sensible man."
"Then why go to the extent of kidnapping me?" She asked, still confused.
"As you know, I am a very respectable businessman. If you sued me, my reputation in the entertainment world would be ruined. My connections with the mafia would also probably be dug up. And that wouldn't be good. If worse came to worse, I would be sent to jail. Now, a fragile man like me would not survive a day in jail." He sighed. "Content?"
"Well, it explains everything." Meimi replied. She didn't know if she could hate this man. He didn't seem very mean or threatening. In fact, he seemed like someone she could get along with. But she knew her friendship maybe even love for him was gone. And it would never come back.
"Do you promise?" He asked.
"I promise." She answered sincerely.
"I can take your word, but I have these two to insure that you don't tell a soul." He said pointing to the two huge men next to him. Meimi felt a shiver go up her spine when the magnitude of the threat hit her. The limo slowed down and approached the airport. "You're free to go." He said sullenly. Meimi could tell there was something on his mind. She looked at him momentarily before leaving. She got out on the gravel and was about to shut the door before he stopped her. "I really did love you." He mumbled. One of the bald guys grabbed the door handle and slammed the door shut. The limo sped off leaving Meimi frozen in the dust.
Author's Note: So do you still hate me? Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. Love to everyone who' stuck with me.
Author's Note: Uh, yeah. Sorry so much. It's been like 3-4 months and I know that that is too long. School is out so I will update a lot more. I don't really have an excuse except for my so-called writer's block. But I think it's more than that. I think it's more me being lazy than anything.
Disclaimer: I don't care if you don't want to hear it, but I don't own Saint Tail.
"Mom! Dad!" Meimi exclaimed dropping her bag and throwing her arms around her two loving parents. "I missed you so much!"
"Oh, Meimi. We missed you too." Her mother, Eimi, said lovingly. She embraced her daughter tightly before releasing her.
"It really has been too long." Her father, Genichiro, hugged her though not as tightly as Eimi did. "Asuka Jr. called us so we know what a struggle you've been through." He added.
"We are so happy that you are safe." Her mother stated. She cupped Meimi's cheeks delicately with her palms.
"Why don't we go inside?" Meimi suggested. The two nodded with agreement and headed inside the humble home. Her father quickly picked up her bag and followed the two ladies in.
The room was pleasantly decorated. It was very welcoming; very homey. Meimi smiled and sat down on the same couch she used to sit on when she was a kid. Nothing had changed and she was happy about it. She wouldn't have it any other way. Even her parents were still the kind, gentle people who supported her in her childhood. The only differences were the wrinkles forming around their eyes and the grey hairs hatching in their hair. Her mother always told her that wrinkles were a good thing. They formed from always smiling. This saying proved that Meimi's immediate family was happy.
"So, Meimi, what have you been up to? Why the sudden visit?" Her father asked sitting in his favorite plushy armchair. Meimi was caught somewhat off guard. She assumed since Asuka Jr. called that he also told them why she was here. But all in the same, it was better if she told them directly.
"I came because I love you." She said happily. "But also because I wanted to find out more about Toko." She furthered. Meimi turned suddenly turned gravely serious. Toko was a matter she did not know how to express. Asuka Jr. had taken on a disliking, but Meimi believed in the best in people. She played her poker face when addressing the situation.
Eimi nervously exchanged a glance with her husband. She nodded at him. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.
"You're mother blames me for the whole thing." He said and laughed tensely. "Toko was a young co-worker of mine. He wasn't actually a magician, but sort of like my agent. He helped me find places to perform."
"So why was I engaged to him?" Meimi asked bluntly.
"Well...my job wasn't supporting the family very well. Your mother offered to take her job up again, but y'know...that wouldn't work. Toko promised to help out. I wanted the best for everyone." He explained. "I didn't think Toko would..."
"Its okay, Dad. I don't blame you." She said and smiled sincerely. "Do you mind if I look around upstairs?" Meimi asked pointing to the ceiling.
"Go ahead, honey." Eimi said waving her hand like it was saying it was okay.
"Thanks." Meimi said and leaped from her seat. She took the stairs by two. When only the thumping off her feet from above could be heard, both of the parents sighed painfully.
"Why did this happen?" Eimi murmured burying her face in her hands. Genichiro got up and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezed it consolingly.
"I'm so sorry, Eimi. You were right." He whispered. He ducked his head.
"I'm just glad that she's with the one she loves now." Eimi said through her hands. "How could someone so beautiful go through something like this?"
"I don't know. I just don't see how Toko could do such a horrendous thing to such an innocent girl." He said holding his hand to his eyes. "She could have died." Genichiro was growing older by the day and every day it seemed harder for him to act manly. It seemed less embarrassing for an aged man to cry than a young man.
"Meimi's strong. She'll figure it out." Eimi said confidently. She lifted her face from her hands and smiled a tearful smile. She grasped the hand that was on her shoulder and brushed it against her tear-stained cheek. "Thank you Genichiro for caring."
Meimi opened the door to her room slowly. She gasped when she noticed everything was still there. All her stuffed animals, pictures, books, and other things that she now realized she missed. She ran her fingers across the bookshelf remembering passages from each book she touched.
"Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: The one promises happiness, doubtless th-" Meimi started.
"The other assures it." A voice from behind her finished. Meimi whipped around to see a tall man sitting on her bed. He had long jet black hair neatly held back in a low ponytail. "Mark Twain." He stated and rose. He clapped his hands a few times upon approaching her. "Very good Meimi. You aren't the stupid housewife I took you for."
"Toko!" Meimi gasped. He nodded and released a cocky grin. "What do you want?!" She asked harshly. All the anger and frustration she had been experiencing was being released by the sight of the man who was causing it all.
"Why, just to see your smiling face, darling." He said holding out his hand to touch her cheek. She backed away, but was stopped by the bookcase.
"I will scream. My parents will call the police." She threatened.
"You scream and I'll make sure you'll never open your mouth again." He snapped. Meimi stared at him, frightened.
(Maybe Saint Tail can handle this.) She thought furiously.
"1, 2,-" Meimi started. A sharp pain shot through her starting from her neck. She felt herself collapse shortly after.
"Thanks buddy." She heard Toko say.
"No problem." Another man returned. "What do we do with her?"
"Take her with us." Toko said. He bent down and picked Meimi from the ground. "Write a note or something." He told his henchman. Meimi lost consciousness after hearing his sentence. Toko left through the window he entered through. He gently climbed down the terrace and made a break for the driveway. Meimi, the whole time, hung limply over his shoulder. They waited in his car for the henchman to get back. He did and they left quietly.
(What does he want? Why is he doing this to me?) Meimi thought when she slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around the black limo. Toko sat across from her next to two men with earpieces and sunglasses. Both were shaved bald and grimaced at her. Meimi felt the anger pumping in her veins. She went to slap Toko only to realize that her hands were tied behind her back.
"What do you want?!" She desperately asked.
"A promise." Toko said shortly. His fingers were knitted together and hung between his legs.
"About what?" She asked. Her head pounded with every beat of her heart.
"That you won't tell the detective about my appearance or our rendezvous. Also, I want a promise that you won't sue me." He stated.
"Why would I sue you?" Meimi asked. She then, feeling idiotic, remembered that this was the man that chased her off the fire escape. Toko, noticing that she already answered her own question, chose not to answer. "Can I ask you why you did it?"
"Why I chased you?" He asked. Meimi nodded. "Well, first off I was drunk. Usually, I am a much more sensible person sober. I found out your lust for Mr. Detective and got jealous. The alcohol just pushed me to a more violent action." Toko explained. He stared blankly at her before whispering something to his guard. The guard nodded and leaned towards Meimi. Meimi cowered against the leather seat, but found no security from the large man. He reached behind her and released her hands. She stared at Toko, confused. "Like I said, I usually am a sensible man."
"Then why go to the extent of kidnapping me?" She asked, still confused.
"As you know, I am a very respectable businessman. If you sued me, my reputation in the entertainment world would be ruined. My connections with the mafia would also probably be dug up. And that wouldn't be good. If worse came to worse, I would be sent to jail. Now, a fragile man like me would not survive a day in jail." He sighed. "Content?"
"Well, it explains everything." Meimi replied. She didn't know if she could hate this man. He didn't seem very mean or threatening. In fact, he seemed like someone she could get along with. But she knew her friendship maybe even love for him was gone. And it would never come back.
"Do you promise?" He asked.
"I promise." She answered sincerely.
"I can take your word, but I have these two to insure that you don't tell a soul." He said pointing to the two huge men next to him. Meimi felt a shiver go up her spine when the magnitude of the threat hit her. The limo slowed down and approached the airport. "You're free to go." He said sullenly. Meimi could tell there was something on his mind. She looked at him momentarily before leaving. She got out on the gravel and was about to shut the door before he stopped her. "I really did love you." He mumbled. One of the bald guys grabbed the door handle and slammed the door shut. The limo sped off leaving Meimi frozen in the dust.
Author's Note: So do you still hate me? Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. Love to everyone who' stuck with me.