Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I know a lot of people thought the previous chapter was too short, so I decided to quickly post the next chapter.

Part II: The Morning After

Chapter XI: A different side to Doumyoji

Tsukushi and Tsukasa sat in the limo that picked them up at the amusement park.

"I'm worried about Rui," Tsukushi said, "Do you remember the last time?"

"How could I forget," Tsukasa said coldly. He remembered that night all too clearly. Tsukushi had snuck out of their bedroom to meet with Rui and it wasn't the first time she had done it. He couldn't believe how much it hurt to see Tsukushi kiss Rui. His heart constricted at the memory.

Tsukushi silently berated herself. She was such an idiot. She had forgotten about the night on the beach. She placed her hand on Tsukasa's. "I'm sorry that I hurt you that night, but at the time we weren't dating. You just ordered me around and arranged everything for me. I won't betray you, ever."

"Promise me you won't lie to me, not even to protect others. I want everything to be the truth between us."

Tsukushi's heart tightened. "Okay. I promise I won't lie to you."

Tsukasa pulled Tsukushi onto his lap and hugged her hard. "God I love you. Don't ever leave me. I can do anything and everything as long as you're here by my side."

Tsukasa tenderly touched Tsukushi's cheek and kissed her. His hand went under her shirt. Tsukushi broke the kiss, "Tsukasa! We're in a car."

"So?"

Tsukushi turned around; Tsukasa followed her gaze and saw the driver. Tsukasa grinned, "That's easily fixed." He opened one of the hidden panels on the side and pulled up a window so that the driver was blocked from view. "He can't see through that, and it's sound proof." Tsukasa grinned mischievously, "You can scream all you want."

Half an hour later they arrived at the Doumyouji estate. Tsukasa was grinning like an idiot when he got out of the car. Tsukushi stepped out of the limo in her sports outfit, sweatpants and a t-shirt. Doumyoji walked Tsukushi over to their tennis courts then he went into the mansion for his lessons.

It's been a little more than a week since the first day of Eisei classes, and oddly enough Tsukushi didn't hate it…yet. Even her worst class, How to be a Perfect Hostess, wasn't that bad. True, there was always a lot to memorize, but she understood the importance of it. In her last class she had to learn how to walk. The key was to walk slowly. Miyani-san, her teacher, said that when you're rich and important, people run to you. You don't run to them. Tsukushi wanted to say that she wasn't rich and important, but she held her tongue. She knew what Miyani-san would say: "Tsukushi you're engaged into one if not the most influential families in Japan. Even if you, by yourself is not important you're background now is." Tsukushi sighed at the memory. She didn't know if she could handle the responsibility.

"Tsukushi!" Her tennis teacher yelled. "What are you doing spacing out? Come over here. It's time for your lessons."

"Sorry!" Tsukushi ran into the tennis court.

Her teacher was in his late 30s. He was tall, but not as tall as Doumyoji, probably an inch or two shorter she guessed. Before coming to his class she had overheard the maids talking about him, Shiomi Meiwa, one of the best tennis players of all time. He won many national and world titles, all before his 30th birthday. Tsukushi expected to meet a snob, much like the F4, but to her surprise he was really nice. He pushed her to perfect her form but he didn't treat her like an imbecile. By the end of the day she was sore all over but she really enjoyed the class.

Makino Tsukushi, Shiomi thought. He was approached about this job a month ago. Normally he wouldn't have given this job any thought. He didn't want to teach rich spoiled brats. But at the time he was approached he didn't have any choice. His dad had called him a week before begging for money, one million yen. Shiomi was disgusted and hung up the phone. His dad was always in one debt or another. He would never get rid of his gambling addiction which was why his mother filed for divorce. He wanted to let his dad deal with it on his own but the next day Shiomi found himself looking over his assets to see if he could bail out his dad. He had earned a substantial amount of money from his games but they were all invested and couldn't be touched. He only had about 500,000 yen. Where was he going to come up with the other half? He was about to go to the bank for a loan when two men wearing black suits and dark sunglasses approached him. They explained that Doumyoji Kaede wanted to hire him to teach tennis. They knew about his situation and said that his dad's debt would be taken care of if he accepted the job and he would be paid 100,000 for each lesson. If it weren't for his dad's debt he would've told the men to shove the money up their ass. But instead he said he'd teach. He rationed that even if he hated the job, it was only two hours of his time each week. He could live with that. He was told that he would be teaching a teenager, the future Mrs. Doumyoji.

So he had shown up to the Doumyoji estate expecting a snob, a woman who thought that everything should be hers. Instead he met a strong girl both physically and mentally. He had pushed her hard the first day but she didn't think anything of it. She actually thanked him for it and said she really liked the class. Shiomi had laughed and said he was happy to teach her, and he meant it. Learning to play a sport and becoming good at it takes a lot of determination and strength, not simply a good teacher. Tsukushi had both. She didn't act like a rich girl at all, so who was this future Mrs. Doumyoji?

Tsukushi was running towards him, into the tennis courts. He had been with a fair share of rich girls and from his experience, Tsukushi didn't carry herself like one.

"Let's work on your serves and forehand."

Doumyoji stared out the window where he had a view of Tsukushi. He still had a silly grin on his face. He was content to stare at her all day.

"Doumyoji-sama, I sent our menu and accounting reports you requested prior to our meeting. Did you have a chance to look at it yet?"

Tsukasa turned around in his chair to stare at the old man before him. Beginning with today, he was starting to meet with the presidents of each group of Doumyoji Corporations. Currently, Doumyoji Corporations have 12 different groups, such as real estate, accounting, hospital, banking, hotels, restaurants, etc. He had meetings with the president of each group, and if he wanted to, he could arrange meetings with the individual branches.

Before the meeting Tsukasa pulled out his employee record. It was a short fact sheet, which told Tsukasa that Kazamatsuri Ryo is 56 years old. He has been working with the restaurant for over 30 years. He was currently the president of the restaurant group of Doumyoji Corporations. He has a wife and two boys, one in junior high school and another in high school.

Tsukasa looked down at the binder full of data Kazamatsuri had sent him yesterday. "Yes, I did. Have a seat. This might take a while."

Kazamatsuri sat on the plush sofa chair across the desk. "Is something wrong with the accounts? As stated in there," he gestured towards the binder, "I double checked the accuracy of the numbers myself."

Tsukasa raised a hand to stop Kazamatsuri's explanations. "This has nothing to do with the departments. It's the profits I'm looking at."

"The profits? I don't see what the problem is. In fact in the most recent quarter we've had an increase in profits."

"Those are seasonal increases in profits, and you know that as well as I do. As soon as winter comes the profits drop." Tsukasa leaned back in his chair. There was a Tsukasa opened another binder and turned it 180 degrees so that Kazamatsuri could see. "Tell me why our rival company has shown a 10 increase in profits in the past five years while we only have 1 increase."

"We-well," he stammered, "In the past few years they had a lot of advertising, offering discounts and specials."

"Why aren't we doing the same?"

"We've always relied on our exemplary service and food to be our advertisement. Also, we don't need to offer discounts because we cater to the upper class."

"With that kind of mentality there will never be more than a few percentages of growth. We need to expand to not only cater the upper class. We need to make the prices moderately affordable to those who want to indulge. Here's what I want you to do." Tsukasa opened a folder which contained all his notes for improving the restaurant.

"Damn! I'm so late." During her entire career, she had never been late. She ran into the acting studio.

"Ayaka! You're late."

"I know - I'm so sorry. I lost track of time."

"Hurry up and change. We're all waiting for you."

"Okay." Ayaka walked into her changing room. Her makeup artist and hair stylist were already inside. She quickly changed into her costume and sat down in front of the mirror so that the two women could work their magic.

"You're never late, so why are you this time?" asked Suzuki Sango, the makeup artist. "Did something happen?"

"No, I was just having too much fun at the amusement park. I really wanted to go on one ride before I left." She didn't want to tell these women that she lost track of time talking to Hanazawa Rui. They weren't mean but they can't keep secrets. If she told them then before the end of the day everyone in the studio would know.

In half an hour she was done changing. She walked up to the director, "I'm ready."

"It's about time. Get onto the stage. We'll shoot your entrance scene now."

They shot a few more scenes with her in it. They were able to get a few good takes on the first try.

"Wow Ayaka-sama is really good. Her acting seems to make the other actors act better."

The director smirked. If she wasn't a great actor I wouldn't have asked her to be in the film. For this production he had to work with a teenage actor. He hated directing films with teenagers in them. From his experience they were lazy and not at all talented. A year before the beginning of the production, he had browsed through all the current teenage actors but found no one that could portray his character. He decided to scout a new face, so he sat in the park to see if he could find anyone. He still remembered the first day he met her. He had been in the park for a few days already. He was about to give up hope when he saw Ayaka. She walked like the perfect lady. There was an air of pride and dignity in her walk. Even her horrible clothes couldn't mask her beauty. Through her glasses he saw that her eyes. They showed strength and will. She was perfect for the part. He approached her and gave her his business card. She accepted the card but wouldn't go with him to the studio. He had no doubt she went home to check his credentials. He laughed at the thought. His name was known through out the industry but now he was being treated like a pervert by a little chit. Although he was slightly offended, her actions told him that she had common sense. Naivety will only get actors into trouble and shorten their career. He had plans to make her big.

"Cut! That's all for today. Good job everyone."

Ayaka walked back to her dresser to take off the heavy makeup and her outfit. She couldn't wait to get out of the studio. She was always energized after work. It took her half an hour to change back to her uniform. She knew it was a couple sizes too big. Her mom had advised her to hide her beauty so that she would not attract unwanted attention. She wore nonprescription spectacles that were large enough to hide her face. She even wore dark brown color contacts to hide her light brown-gray eyes. For work she took everything off except her contacts. If she exposed the natural color of her eye everyone would immediately know that she wasn't full-blooded Japanese. She might actually gain more publicity that way but she wasn't in the business for the money.

After she packed up her things she walked to the Tokyo Tower. It was her favorite place to be after a day's work. She loved the strong wind. It made her feel so alive and at the same time it calmed her. She stayed there until the sun was no longer visible.

Tsukasa went to look for Tsukushi and found her dragging her body up the stairs. Tsukasa practically leaped down the stairs. He swept Tsukushi up into his arms.

"Is your instructor being an asshole? If he is you know you can tell me. I'll beat him up, or better yet you can do it."

Tsukushi shook her head. Normally she would have yelled at Tsukasa for resorting to violence but she didn't have the strength.

Tsukasa brought her into their room. He started stripping her. Tsukushi mustered up her strength to protest, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Shut up. I'm not going to do anything."

"Promise?"

Tsukusa's right eyebrow twitched in anger, "What kind of guy do you think I am? A pervert?"

"Yes, but an honorable one."

"Fine I promise. Now lie on your stomach. Tsukasa reached for the massage oils that he had one of the maids bring in."

Tsukushi groaned in pleasure as Tsukasa expertly massaged her back. His hands were strong and warm. Was this really Tsukasa?

Tsukasa felt her muscles loosen up under his hands. If his friends saw him like this they would probably laugh. They would never have thought that Tsukasa would be capable of servicing someone other than his sister. In fact, Tsukasa himself couldn't believe it, but there were only male masseuses on residence. No way in hell was he going to let another man touch Tsukushi.

After he massaged her thoroughly, Tsukasa put a blanket over her and went to his office. Tomorrow he was going to meet with the president of the medical group of Doumyoji Corporations. From there he would decide whether or not he needed to speak with the doctors.

He accessed the Doumyoji Corporation's database and pulled up the president's files.

Tsukushi opened her eyes and slowly got up. She felt a chill and noticed she was naked. She quickly wrapped the blanket around to cover herself. She looked around and recognized she was in Tsukasa's room. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was getting up the stairs and then Tsukasa came. He was the one that brought her to the room. He also… Tsukushi blushed bright red. She didn't know why she always felt embarrassed. He had seen her naked so many times.

She looked at the clock which read 8:15, so she slept for about an hour. She looked around to find clothes while holding up the blanket. There was no body else in the room so she didn't have to hide, but she didn't feel comfortable walking around naked.

A few seconds later, Tsukushi heard someone knock.

"Makino-sama, I brought your clothes. I'm going to come in."

Tsukushi jumped back into bed and hid under the covers with only her head sticking out. She didn't want the maid to know she was naked.

"I'll leave your dress and shoes here. Doumyoji-sama is in the last room down the hall. He said to find him when you're done dressing."

He gave her a dress? It was a halter top navy blue dress with sequins. Even though it was really beautiful, she can't go home like this. What is he thinking? She slipped on the dress, because unless she wanted to go out naked she had no choice but to wear what he gave her. She marched down the hall to find Tsukasa

She pushed open the door and was about to give him a piece of her mind but her words disappeared at the sight before her. Tsukasa was wearing a suit and working behind his desk. There was a computer on his right side and papers all over the desk. He was reading documents and didn't even notice that she entered the room. Tsukushi leaned on the side of the doorway. She thought again, is this really Tsukasa? Is he the same man who used money like it was nothing? The same man who used his wealth and status to bully everyone into submission? If she didn't know him and if he wasn't sitting in an office that screams wealth, she would have thought he was a hardworking employee.

Tsukasa had a weird sensation of being watched. It was a feeling he had every time he walked in the streets. He looked up and saw Tsukushi leaning on her side. His heart skipped a beat. She was so beautiful in that dress. He smiled wide and got up to walk around to Tsukushi.

"You're so beautiful."

Tsukushi was suddenly self-conscious. She had looked in the mirror and she knew she wasn't beautiful. She had curves in all the wrong places. She did the only thing she knew how, "No I'm not. The dress is beautiful, and I can't believe you made me wear this. I can't go home in it!"

Tsukasa was in too good a mood to argue with her, "We're going to dinner, so you have to wear that. Let's go, I'm starving." Tsukasa led the way.

Tsukushi followed. She was slightly disappointed that he didn't yell back at her. She shook her head. What in the world was she thinking? What kind of girlfriend actually wants their boyfriend to argue with her?

Tsukasa stopped before going down the stairs. He held out his hand to her. His eyes shone with love. She knew that her courage to stand up in his world came from his love for her. Tsukushi hated to rely on any one, mainly because there was never anyone she could have relied on. She thought, what if he hurts me? Tsukushi placed her hand in his. She remembered all the times she cried over their relationship and she knew that, unwillingly, she had already given him that power. Tsukasa held her hand tight as they walked down the steps together. She had to trust him, believe in herself and have faith in their relationship.

The day's not over. The restaurant scene will be in the next chapter. I just thought this would be a good place to end for now. A lot of people have been saying they wanted more TxT moments and Eisei classes, so I decided to oblige. I hope everyone liked this chapter. Please review! I love reading them, and they motivate me to write faster.