A/N: ack been several month since I haven't written another chapter D: but lol here it is xP My fingers were aching so much cuz I literally wanted to beat the heck out of Kagume when I was typing her lines xD. Lol

Bride of the Mafia Lord

#6. / Scheming Beauty

"How dare he. . . How dare he steal Nikaidou away from me. . ." A brush slams down onto the mirror stand, Enraged brown eyes stare into the looking-glass, powdering blush onto her face, biting her lips. "What does he see in HIM?" She asks to herself. "There's nothing special about him." She scowls, slamming the blush hard onto the table. "True, the boy has nothing in common to you miss!" A maid tolerates, placing a tray of hot tea onto the tea table. "He doesn't even know how to cook, let alone play croquet. Well then again, young master can always teach him. But still he hasn't all the talent like you!" The maid shouts. "Shut up!" The mistress screams, "I Need to think." Sitting down and flaunting her nails out, the maid quickly gets to filing her mistress' nails. "I need to do something. Something that'll make him forget about even getting near Nikaidou. . . but how?" Kagume schemes in her mind, thoughts wheeling back and forth in her mind. "That's it!" The mistress immediately stands up startling her maid in fear, "M-Milady?" The maid asked. "A perfect scheme, Nikaidou's parents are going off on a conference in a matter of weeks, and he has to go along to do the papers of the family. Since Nikaidou will be inheriting the mafia manor, he has to do a few rituals. That leaves Nikaidou with Mikoto for almost weeks!" The girl smirks devilishly, "But. . . if a letter were to come, saying that the ritual has been postponed, and set a few weeks EARLIER. Nikaidou will barely even have weeks to spend with Mikoto. Leaving Mikoto here, with ME." Kagume laughs, "That's perfect, I'll make his life miserable! I'll make him suffer for stealing what was mine!"

Mikoto sits up from his sleep catching some sunlight into his eyelashes and rubbing his eyes. "Morning?" He says lazily. Staring out the window, the italian tree leaves beat at the wind as birds sing their morning melodies. Suddenly Mikoto felt a tension in his heart. Nikaidou. I have to go see him. Jumping out of bed Mikoto quickly washes himself, grabbing Nikaidou's favorite dress from the closet and wearing on the most extravagant gift he had given him and quickly closed the door behind him. But just when he had reached the end of the stairs, he notices the breakfast table, missing a matter of people. "Where's Nikaidou?" The boy asks a butler. "Yes, he wanted to leave you a notice, saying that he had to go somewhere and will be back in awhile." Mikoto's anxious smile disappears. "Oh." Sitting down at the table alone, Mikoto helps himself to the breakfast meal. "So what about his parents and brothers?" He asks. "Oh young masters had to go to school and the "Boss" is with young master." Mikoto eats his omelet solemnly wishing that he had gotten up earlier to see him off. A few minutes pass and the butler quickly cleaned the table, leaving Mikoto to a day full of nothingness when the double doors suddenly swung open. "Takano!" A voice calls out. Mikoto turns and sees Kagume although Kagume seemed to ignore the existence of the pink princess. "Where's Nikaidou?" She asks the butler. "Young master left to the Phoenix Gazebo miss." Kagume laughs loudly, "I see I guess I'm late, Oh Hi Mikoto, didn't see you there." She smirks. Mikoto's eyebrows knitt together, telling himself to ignore her threats. "I wonder why? Oh well, Nikaidou probably didn't want you to be present at the ritual out of rejection." Mikoto's ears perked up at the sentence and stands up. "What do you mean?" he asked. The girl scoffs, "Duh! He's embarrassed that a boy that cross-dresses is going to be present at his Coming-of-Major ceremony." She laughs. "HuH? Excuse me? Could you say that once more?" A threatened Mikoto shouts stomping up toward her. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist, its not my fault you're so ambigious. Besides, his grandparents will be there, you're just going to be a humiliation to him." Mikoto felt a knife strike his windpipe. Suddenly he had no words to say? "Nikaidou doesn't think that of me!" He shouts. "Really darling? Well then why on earth are you still here? Shouldn't he have taken you along?" A double knife hit the boy, one in his throat and another in his heart. "Nothing to say?" Kagume smiles, "Oh don't worry snookums, I'm sure Nikaidou will find a small part of his future-life to share with you. I mean, he's a busy man in the future, taking in all of this, and his father's inheritance. Of course he'll have time for you." She says, turning her back. "And when he comes home from work, he'll say I'm home and play with his kids. . . oh wait. . . you're a man." Kagume stabs. "And the maids are here so he won't need you to cook." Mikoto's mind suddenly went blank. Kids. . . children? Well his mom is a man? But. . . that doesn't mean I will? Then, that means. . . I will be useless to him? "Ok ta-ta, gotta go shopping now. Smooches!" Kagume slams the door behind her, leaving Mikoto blank and thoughtless. The house is empty, except for him and a butler. His brothers are at school and he's with his parents on a mafia errand. Of course being the son of a mafia lord, he has got to be very busy . . wait wait . . . If I stayed with Nikaidou, could I make him happy? Successors, children, or a son if crucial in the mafia world. . . without one, its the first mate that'll take the inheritance be it a good man or bad. And what of his grandparents? They weren't at the party last night, so I don't know what they're like. Mikoto falls into his seat, his thoughts almost falling out of his mind, feeling like everything was lost. What is Nikaidou doing right now? Is he being pushed by his grandparents? What if I really am no Good for him? . . . If Nikaidou had a 'woman' he could. . . have kids? But. . . whats the secret of his mother then? Mikoto sits out on the pavillon staring at the blossoming flowers wondering what life of a mafia lord was like. What Kagume spoke to Mikoto had struck him hard that it embedded deeply into his memory.

The afternoon came around the corner and the double doors opened. "Welcome back home master." Takano says taking his master's coat. "Did Ko-Chan have his lunch?" Sano asks, "yes of course." The butler answers. "Where is Ko-Chan?" The master asked. "In his room." Nikaidou's face frowned. "Son, you don't have to talk it over with him." His father says, patting the young man on the back. "I know." Nikaidou pushes his father's hand off of his shoulder softly, making his way up the stairs. "Nikaidou you don't have to, we can talk it over together as a family." Sano says, concerned brows knit together. "Nah Ma, you deserve some peace of mind don't you?" Nikaidou manages a chuckle. "Son, I'm sorry it turned out this way." His father said. Smiling, Nikaidou makes his way into the guest room, closing the door behind him carefully and quietly. "Mommy? Did grandma make us brownies today?" To-Chan asks curiously. Sano turns to his last son and smiles, "Yes, she made plenty, especially for To-Chan."

Nikaidou glances at the guest room, noticing the curtains flying, blossoms falling onto the carpet floor. Walking to the center of the room he notices the balcony door wide open, with someone lying on the long chair, sleeping on piles of soft pillows. Nikaidou walks toward the princess sleeping in fallen petals, placing his large hand onto his head, brushing his hair over his eyelids. "Mikoto, if you sleep here you'll catch a cold." He whispers. The pink princess twists and turns in his sleep, mumbling and muttering. "Nikaidou. . ." The mafia prince freezes hearing the sound of name being said from the pair of lips connecting to his ear canal. "I'm sorry. . ." Nikaidou mutters, placing his forehead close to the boy's brows, kissing his cheeks. "Nnnh. . . Nikaidou?" Opening his eyes Mikoto stares up ahead of him, and sees his prince, standing over him with a look on his face that said "What am I doing?". "Just keep sleeping, you're tired." Nikaidou suddenly pulls away, standing up and walking toward the room. Mikoto sits up staring after his lover, "W-wait Nikaidou, where were you this morning?" He asks, pulling onto his arm. "N-nowhere." He answers. The princess stares for a blink second, then it struck him. "Why do you talk like that?" His voice raised. Wait, I have to calm down, or else we'll . . . "I waited all morning for you to come home and this is how you treat me?" Wait. . . that's not what I wanted to say. "Hey! I had a tough day too!" Nikaidou boomed. He shouted at me. . . why? No wait. . . I started this. . . "Then why don't you tell me where you've been? Or were you having fun with your Italian cousins?" No, don't shout, don't argue. . . this. . . wasn't what I wanted to say. . . "What?" Nikaidou's brows furrowed, "You heard me! You're just ashamed that you like someone like me!" Don't Mikoto. This is what Kagume wants. Nikaidou bites his lower lips, staring at Mikoto panting from all the shouting. "Forget this shit, I don't even know why I'm here arguing with you." He says, turning towards the door. No, don't go. . . Nikaidou. . ."Yeah go ahead! Leave! That's all you do best now anyway!" The doors slam shut, salty tears drip down to the carpet, hands clenching tightly onto the dress. Falling to the floor, Mikoto lets out soft wimpers and tears. "Stupid Nikaidou." The boy wimpers. "Stupid. . ." What have I done? Does he really feel that way about me? Then. . . if he does. . . what am I doing here?

Nikaidou shuts the door behind him, staring at the floor with his eyes squinted as if someone had stabbed him multiple times and shot him in the gut more than once. "Damn it!" He hisses to himself, slamming his fist onto the wall beside him. "If it weren't for them, everything would be perfect." He scowls to himself, rubbing his forehead. "Mikoto. . . what happened?" He asked himself and suddenly his eyes widened. As if his mind had been narrowly opened, "They wouldn't. . . would they?" He asked himself. His cell phone immediately rung, making him turn to the point of suspicion. "Hello? . . . . No gramps. . . . No, I'm. . . sending him home. . . . I'll think of it. . . bye gramps." Nikaidou hangs up the cell phone solemnly and sighs, hand covering his eyes, his mind wondering what to do next. . .

TO BE CONTINUED. . .