Title: Cherry Blossom 9/13
Author: Haruka
Disclaimer: I don't own GW.
Pairing: 1?
Rating: R
Warning: OOC, AU, angst, sap
Note: Thanks to my great beta silver-eyed! Enjoy and please read & gimmy feedback!
( ) means they are speaking in Japanese.
"Thank you for calling Cherry Blossom. How may I help you?" a woman answered.
"Hello, may I please speak to your manager," Heero asked as he looked through a magazine of Japanese Formal wear for men.
"Is something wrong, sir? Maybe I could help you if there's something wrong."
"I need my bride's parents' information," Heero said, then added, "I would like to fly them over for the wedding."
"But sir, when you purchased one of our girls, you married her."
"Not legally," Heero argued, and he did not like the way the woman said 'purchased' even though that was what he had done.
"I see, one moment please." Heero waited on the line for what seemed like forever. Just as he was about to hang up and give them a personal visit, a man's voice came over the phone.
"Hello sir. May I ask your name and which one of our brides you purchased."
"Heero Yuy. I purchased Ayako Watase 8 months ago." There was a long pause on the other line before the man came on again, "And you said you wanted her parent's information so you can fly them over? I'm afraid we can't do that, but what we can do for you is act as a medium."
"That's fine. What I need to know is how many members there are."
"Her mother and two brothers."
"Good, then I will send 3 first class tickets for them a month from now. I want them to arrive the day before the wedding."
"I'll let them know. Do you have a number I can call you back on Mr. Yuy?"
"Yes, you can call my office line, its... "
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Look at this boys! Ayako is getting married to that rich Yuy man. He's flying the three of us first class. We'll be there the day before the wedding Mrs. Watase said to her sons.
Finally, Ayako comes through for us, the older brother snickered. The three of them smiled happily, already imagining the good life that they would have.
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"Ayako? What are you doing closed up in here?" Heero asked walking into the sewing room that he had set up for her, only for him to get pushed right back out.
"Oh, I understand you're making your wedding dress. But the wedding is tomorrow," he said worried.
"I'm almost done. It will be finished by tomorrow," she called out to him.
"Fine, just come out soon, I miss you already."
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Ring! Ring! Heero picked up his office line.
"Mr. Yuy, the Watases' plane will be here at 4pm today," his secretary said to him.
"Thank you," Heero hung up the phone once he got the flight number and dialed Duo's number, "Duo, the Watases' flight will be here at 4pm and the flight number is 8809. Go pick them up. Is everything ready?"
"Yup! See you later." They both hung up the phone, Heero looked at all his notes then called the wedding planer.
"Hilde here."
"Hilde, it's Heero Yuy. Is everything ready for tomorrow?"
"Yes, Mr. Yuy. Your bride will be quite happy with the Japanese wedding."
"Good, see you tomorrow."
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Duo, the translator whose name was Mr. Taki, and a limo driver stood at the baggage claim area at the airport holding up a sign that read 'Watase' in Japanese on it. Soon three figures walked up to the group.
There was an older woman who looked rather stern, wearing a dark blue kimono with pink flowers on it. Close behind her were two younger men wearing kimonos as well. Theirs were not of the same quality but neat nonetheless.
Hello, my name is Mr. Taki. I will be your translator during your journey to this country. Welcome.
Thank you, I am Kokako Watase, these are my sons Koca and Kento, Mrs. Watase replied to the translator.
Nice to meet all of you, this is Duo Maxwell, your daughter's fiancée's best friend. They looked at Duo and bowed gracefully. Duo repeated the gesture.
Well I'm sure you are all tired from your trip and you would like to see your daughter, so let us get going.
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The limo ride to the Yuy Home was silent. The brothers spent their time staring around New York in silent awe. They were seeing themselves with the expensive name brand clothing walking around with sell phones. Their mother sat with dignity and only glanced here and there as if uninterested when all she wanted to do was gape at all the richness and high standards all around her. To think that her pathetic daughter had managed to catch herself a prime man like Heero Yuy.
Once they arrived and stepped out the Watases stopped short, staring at the only Japanese house on the street.
Your soon to be son-in-law had his home re-furnished as a gift to your daughter, Mr. Taki told them. He really must be quite wealthy. I wonder if he knows yet. Most likely not, Kokako Watase thought to herself, smiling smugly. Duo excused himself, saying he was going to go get Heero.
Duo walked into the house, finding Heero pacing in the living room.
"They're here. Where's Ayako?"
"She's in her sewing room. I want to meet them first when she's not here," Heero said to Duo. Duo nodded and followed Heero out the door. Kokako's eyes widened at the sight of Heero dressed in his casual business clothing.
Welcome, I am Heero Yuy, Heero said introducing himself. Kokako didn't know what to say. He was young, very handsome, spoke perfect Japanese and was beyond wealthy.
Please, come in. Kokako regained some sense and bowed, following Heero inside, the others trailing behind. As they walked inside, the Watases looked around the house in awe.
"Ayako! I have a surprise for you," Heero called out. Moments later Ayako emerged from a hallway on the left. She stopped short at the site of her family standing in her living room.
Mother... She gasped. Kokaro marched over to her daughter, obviously angry. She stopped close to Ayako and slapped her, shocking everyone in the room.
Look at you, your hair half down, a disgrace to your husband, the older woman spat. Heero was immediately standing between Ayako and her mother.
In my house, no one lays a hand on Ayako, he said angrily, I happen to like her hair this way. Do not presume to know my tastes when we have only just met, Heero told Kokaro in a low voice. Ayako looked up at him thankfully. Heero placed his arm around Ayako and then smiled at Kokaro, not caring that he was scaring the mother with his rather rapid mood swing.
I'm sure you must be all quite tired, let us show you to your rooms, Heero said, snapping everyone out of the tension as suddenly as it had occurred. Kokaro nodded, retreating for now, she didn't know him well enough yet to contemplate any further actions. Besides that, he appeared to be a man who knew what he wanted and would not be easily led.
Kokaro and her sons followed Heero and Ayako upstairs. As they walked through the house, they were in awe of the house. They were each given their own bedroom, all with their own bathrooms done in similar style to the master bedroom but less grand.
Well I hope you find everything to your liking, Heero told them, Dinner should be ready soon, if you'd join us, we'd be honored.
We'll see, Kokaro said, snubbing him which Heero ignored. As Heero and Ayako left the older woman and her sons, Heero mentally kicked himself. Reuniting Ayako and her family hadn't gone quite as he planned.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to surprise you. If I had known that you did not get along with your mother, I would not have invited them," he told her as they walked towards his home office and her sewing room.
"Its not your fault. My mother and I... it's complicated," Ayako told him.
"I see. Well, you can continue on your dress, I'll play their host for now as best as I can, after all, I brought them here so I'll deal with them. If not, would you mind if I threw them out?" Heero joked, smiling at her.
"Thank you, for playing the host, I mean" she added quickly with a giggle. She leaned up and kissed him gently then walked back into her sewing room.
Closing the door she leaned back against it and looked at the Uchikake gown she was making for herself. Heero had bought her a faceless mannequin to help her as she made her clothes. And now she looked at the beautiful wedding kimono she had just finished. She had even made a Tsuno Kakushi hood, which she had placed on the mannequin's head. She walked over to the dress... She had taken a lot of time doing the small detailed patterns on the dress. She had woven them into the material of the kimono. So much work of love and pain, but now, her selfish fairytale was over. She had already planed to tell Heero her secret tonight, but now with her mother and brothers here, there was no telling what would happen. Knowing them, they would tell Heero her secret themselves before she would have a chance. But not before they squeeze some money out of him first, though. In fact, they'd probably order her to be silent for as long as she can. They were even more selfish than her.
Sighing, she walked over to the small clean desk on the right and sat down. She took out peace of parchment paper and started to write.
TBC