It's been a long time since I last updated, and I'm not sure if anyone is still reading this story. This chapter is actually a partial chapter that I had been working on and yet to be completed. I'm posting it to see if there's still people reading or interested in reading this story. Would appreciate if you could read and review! Many thanks! I'll be continuing this story regardless of reviews or lack of reviews, however, I think I would certainly be more motivated to write if reviews are forthcoming. :) Constructive criticisms are also welcome.

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With her legs apart, arms hugging the emptied basin across her chest, Tsukushi looked at him fearlessly and wordlessly as he let loose of string of vulgar words before accusing his sister of deliberately drenching him.

"What you doing, Tsubaki? It's not funny!" he yelled.

"Hajimemashite, Doumyouji san," Tsukushi replied calmly, "My name is Makino Tsukushi. I am your new nurse."

Shock registered across Tsukasa's openly expressive face for a moment before it turned to murderous rage at the knowledge that it was a mere servant who had dared the atrocity. If Tsukasa was looking ready to do bodily harm to his violent sister earlier, he looked positively murderous now. A muscle was throbbing menacingly across his forehead, and his dull eyes looked glacial as he issued his ultimatum, "You are fired."

"Doumyouji Tsubaki san is my employer. Other than her, no one has the right to fire me." Tsukushi replied in a polite tone whilst ignoring the way his fists were clenched tightly by his sides.

She was no stranger to abusive men, having grown up accustomed to violence. She had learned the hard way that the best defense was a brilliant attack. She had learned from experience that fear was nothing but a crippling emotion that left you vulnerable. She had avoided, hid and shunned but it was all to naught. Her body bore numerous scars of past wounds that would forever be etched in her mind. She had learned from a young age to fight back and return what was given for equal measure.

With his fists clenched by his sides, Tsukasa was barely able to control his mounting anger. All these crap from an insolent chit of a girl. Tsukasa was shocked how his sister could have employed such a person. Violence emanated from his taut stance, but still Tsukasa held back with a moment's hesitation..

While he had never thought girls were the fairer sex, his sister had long drilled into him that a man should never, ever raise a hand against a girl. The two womanisers, Akira and Soujiro, had too nagged at him since forever not to hit nor yell at a girl. By Doumyouji Tsukasa's book of logic, however, if a girl provoked him, then she was asking for a beating. It didn't matter that they were physically weaker. Yet, over the years against his better judgement, he had yielded to his sister's violent admonitions and pals' naggings. With the exception of a few slips, he almost always refrained from hitting girls.

For the most part, he had succeeded in rudely ignoring their irritating and shameless forward pursuit of him and his wallet. This had always worked to get rid of the shy and weak-hearted ones. For the more persistent pests, however, a threat or two worked. In any case, once he started issuing threats, the two playboys would be by his side, restraining him before he could even get violent. Hence, for all his famous Doumyouji temper, he had rarely ever struck at the so-called weaker sex. Before his accident, that is.

After his accident, his former explosive nature had escalated tenfold. In his agony and self-destruction, he had also succumbed to endless rounds of mind-numbing alcohol and drugs that gave him momentary reprieve from the torment called life to states of semi-consciousness and finally to total oblivion. At the same time, the alcohol and drugs also freed him from all inhibitions and unleashed his darkest side. When provoked, and he was provoked by even simply being in the same room with another poor sod, he simply lashed out verbally and physically at the unlucky person. Rui, Akira, Soujiro and his ex-nurses had all been victims of his bitter, uncalled for rage before. The only exception was Tsubaki, who he had always coldly ignored or simply hurled hurtful words.

Although, his mind no longer held any remnants of drunkenness, Tsukasa was brimming with violence. He ached to slap away the grin he thought the insolent chit must be wearing at the moment. Since his accident, he had been raging at the unfairness of being robbed of his sight and was usually picking at nothing to deliberately vent his bitterness at some unsuspecting victim who had done nothing to earn his wrath. Today, however, he was like his old self, infuriated that he was woken up, and drenched unceremoniously with a bucket of ice water by a chit of a girl who was his paid servant.

Like the old Doumyouji Tsukasa who retailiated violently when crossed, Tsukasa walked towards the direction of Tsukushi's voice menacingly.