" Uncle?"

Tohma's head jerked up as he looked at the head of the speaker. Indeed, if he's eyes didn't linger on the other person's..erm…highlyinteresting form,he would've thought for a moment that Eros has finally answered his prayers and brought the thing, or one, he desired most to him. Except for the fact that the Gods who were watching them seemed to have a taste for amusement and sadness, lately, that he found himself instead in the company of his desires offspring. How cruel.

" Marissa, Is there something wrong? Had something happened to Eiri?", Tohma had asked before he could stop himself, getting up from his expensive Italian leather chair in worry.

It was sad to say the least that, if only Tohma hasn't been letting his imaginations go wild, he would've seen eyes narrowing at him. Quick, it was though, that it could've just been a flicker of the light.

Ignoring the president of NG records completely, she sat down opposite him and eyed the room critically. ' Small space for someone so important..'

Tohma slowly sat down too. He, as well, ignored her supposedly response and began to watch her at the corner of his eye, waiting…

Yet, Tohma missed the bit where Marissa saw a wonderfully carved picture frame. But it was not this that got the blonde's attention. It was the mere fact that someone who wasn't supposed to be there was in it…someone who Tohma was particularly close to…much too close for comfort anyway…

"Lemonade"

"I…beg your pardon?"

Marissa looked at Tohma without so much as an expression, " Lemonade. I want Lemonade, Uncle. And I want you to do it." She started, " I don't want it to be of your secretary. She looks rather…incompetent even for such a simple job. Why don't you fire her," she suggested casually, as if she was giving him a great piece of advice.

"…Lemonade it is then…", and Tohma left…

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" No. Im sorry. I don't want it anymore. Sorry, Uncle"

" It's quite alright. I've kept you waiting…"

Tension slowly began to embrace both of them. Both knew that Marissa was not really sorry and knew that Tohma's smile would soon falter if this keeps on going. Tohma contented himself by resting his head on his intertwined fingers, finally looking at his companion with a frown. "Marissa, lets not waste our time anymore…" he began with the air of wanting to finish this once and for all.

" You see…"

" No. Marissa. I cannot. You are, or will, talk about the current relationship of your fathers,yes?No, Marissa. I won't help you there"

" You won't? Or you cannot?" Marissa questioned, and, --much to tohma's terror—gave him a smile. The precise smile that Tohma had always given to certain persons, like Taki; for instance, whenever he needs to conduct a farewell "business" with them. " Is it because of the fact that if you interfere, again, and I know you did, my father would push you farther away,again? Is the feeling of being rejected by my father over and over again, causes you much pain?Tsk,tsk,tsk, Uncle. You honestly have to stop being so selfish and start what you can do for others…" she scolded him sympathetically, with a smile, more like sadistic, but a smile nonetheless.

" Marissa--!"

" Do not disappoint me uncle. Or else..she might hear a word of your real preferences..but you wouldn't like that, would you?"

Marissa stood up, gave another withering smile, waved a silent "Tata" and was gone.

Tohma sighed, his hands hiding his face that muffled his colorful dictionary. Retrieveing it to its proper position, he noticed that something was – aside from the lovely conversation that he and his niece had—wrong. Missing.

And finally noticed the picture of Mika, him and Yuki gone.

It was then that he had concluded to himself that Marissa, much to his dislike, was a dangerous enemy.

--o—0—o—

A/note: Mhm…yeah..

Er…I have a question…can anyone tell me the appearance of Yuki Kitazawa's adopted kid named Riku? Thanks.

Anyway…-puts on a commentators voice that is heard in suspense thingies- who was the person that Marissa was referring to as a threat to Tohma? Find out in the next episode of …-drum roll-…

You all know what it is!