Bride of the Mafia Lord
#7. / The Past and The Present
(Early morning after the Party)
"What? But wasn't that supposed to be two weeks later?" Nikaidou asks sitting at the breakfast table with his parents. "You're grandfather suddenly changed the appointment." His father says, arms folded with concern written on his face. "We should bring Mikoto with us." Tori said while Nikaidou's eyes widen, "But pops!" He exclaims. "Tori, this will be too much for Mikoto!" Sano said. "We should let the two of them talk this out, then we'll see how Mikoto reacts." Tori sits quietly, thinking and wondering what else to do. "Nikaidou its your choice." His father replies. Nikaidou eyes the certain tableware, thoughts came in and out of his mind, pondering what the correct solution was. "I think Mikoto should stay." He says, although it hurt in his gut as much as hell would've if it even had a gut. "Very well then, we depart in 5 minutes." His father says, standing up and leaving the breakfast table, leaving Nikaidou and his mother in shattered thoughts. "Go talk to him." His mother orders then quickly standing up, runs after his husband.
Making his way to Mikoto's room, Nikaidou takes a deep breath and opening the doors notices his princess still lying on the queen-size bed, sleeping soundly. His eyes squinted, his steps slowly and small, fearful of what was to come after today. His hand extended nicely laid ontop of Mikoto's hair, his words hoarse from his potential tears. But being a man, Nikaidou ceased his tears from falling, his lips slowly touch Mikoto's forehead, his words so quiet he knew his lover wouldn't make out that he was present. "Mikoto, I'm leaving now." He whispers and slowly departed. This wasn't a 'good bye' it was a 'see you later' and yet still it pinned in his heart like a bullet. Wearing on his best clothes, Nikaidou departs in the black limo, with his family. "You didn't tell him?" His mother hissed. Nikaidou turns away from his mother, not wanting to face the situation. "Nikaidou if you don't tell him, there'll be a misunderstanding." His mother scowls. "Mom, if he did know, he wouldn't want to leave. And when that happens, he'll have to deal with the old man. I'm sure you don't want that." Surprised, Sano decides to stop talking. No one, especially Nikaidou, would want Mikoto to go through the same hell his mother had gone through. The limo comes to a soft halt and the three step out, as double doors open, welcoming them into a white manor. "Hatori, welcome home dear." An elderly woman exclaims, greeting her son, dressed in the most ravishing designs of Itay. "Hello mother." Tori says, arms opened to embrace his mother. "Its been along time son." Tori, Sano and Nikaidou turn and saw the beginning of all their problems. Ivan Wiverspoon, father of Hatori Wiverspoon and grandfather of Nikaidou S. Witherspoon. "Come inside, we'll chat over some hot tea." The old man smirks. The history of the Wiverspoons starts now. . .
(Flashback)
When Ivan was at the top of his prime years, he was feared by most mafias in the world, for his status, his scheming mind and his wife. Makio Honda, known for her expertiese in weaponary and mind-blowing games. Being the son of the greatest oriental mafia family in europe, Hatori was raised for the sole-purpose of taking on the bloodline, however that all changed. Sano, an assassin hired by a fellow mafia lord, jealous of the Wiverspoon wealth, came to have the heir assassinated. However the two fell in love. Both thought that paradise, love, and meaning had finally entered into their lives but the only hindrance in their path of a loving life, were Hatori's parents. "Hatori you know very well that if you do this, our name will be disgraced!" Makio tolerates. "I don't care." The young and handsome mafia says. "You know very well that if you do this, you'll be disowned?" His father shouts, throwing the tableware onto the floor with only a push of the table. But still Hatori remained silent with Sano holding onto his arm tightly. "Even if you disown me and make me a poor man, I won't give up on Sano. He's my life, my meaning for life." Makio turns away of the shame, glancing at her husband. "Darling?" She asks. "We need someone to take the seat." She said. Ivan scratches the back of his neck out of frusturation and grunts, "Very well then! We'll make a deal." He protests, "Sano, you must bear Hatori children. By the time the year ends and you don't, we'll marry Hatori off to someone else and you'll leave." Hatori's eyes widen as he turns to his lover, but even if those words stung at his heart, Sano sat perfectly still strong, brave, and confident. "And if you do have a child, your first son will be ours after he graduates from highschool. Deal?" Sano stopped his gaze and quietly turns to his lover. Hatori shakes his head. "I'd rather be a penniless man than give off our first child to you." Ivan smirks and scoffs. "Hatori, you know if you do that, you can't support Sano? Even if you got married to the one you love, how will you support him? You were raised as a mafia and he as an assassin. So what, you'll become fugitives?" Disappointed, cornered, and upset, Hatori turns to Sano frightened. "We'll do just fine." Sano whispers, "We'll take the deal. However, if our first son finds someone suitable for his right hand, will you allow him to marry that person?" The parents stare at one another, Ivan waiting for his wife's decision, as she nods slowly. "Fine then, if he finds someone suitable in our sight."
(End of Flashback)
Nikaidou stares at his grandparents as they sip their tea quietly, like they were a nice, warm, and loving family. "Its sad that the other boys couldn't come, I made batches of brownies for them." Grandmother Makio says, placing a box with fat, hot, tasty brownies laid nicely inside. "Thank you Makio-Sama." Sano replies, taking the box with gratitude but concern. "So Nikaidou, why didn't you bring that one person?" Makio asks turning to her grandson. "Mikoto didn't want to come." The boy answers, surprising his parents. "Aw pity, I would've loved to meet this girl." His grandmother says acting sympathetically. "Mikoto was a little tired after the party." Nikaidou lies. "I see, so when will we be able to meet this girl?" Makio asks, "Grams, Gramps. . . I have to tell you something." Nikaidou says, suddenly changing the subject. "Mikoto is a boy." Lightning struck into the eyes of his grandparents as they stared at their grandchild bewildered and juts maybe, mental. "Are you mad Nikaidou?" His grandfather shouts. "So you're falling into your father's footsteps?" Makio covers her mouth, "Darling are you sure you want to marry a boy? I mean, even if your father came up with the idea of having children, can he really make you happy?" She asked worriedly or frightened. "Yes, I believe he can." Nikaidou says. "This is absurd!" His grandfather says, "You would say the same thing, if great-gramps kept you from grandma!" Ivan froze, his eyes still gazing at his grandson who's eyes were his own. "Dammit Nikaidou." His grandfather tolerates, turning away, hesitating. "Alright. . . however, I want to see this boy. Once I see his flaws, your grandmother will train him. Train him to be the rightful maiden for a mafia lord." Nikaidou's eyes open widely, "Train?" He asks. "Of course, we cannot allow a normal, poor boy to take on the roll of the mafia lord's wife. You think just dress nicely and to drink tea is all a mafia lord's wife needs to do?" Nikaidou gulps, his teeth embedding into his lips, thinking of what would become of Mikoto afterwards. Would his innocence disappear? Would a horrible witch take place? Wait. . . what if he didn't even want to be trained? But Mikoto is not to be underestimated, he's strong and tough. He wouldn't allow a pair of old people to get in his way right? "Alright, deal." Nikaidou answers. "Nikaidou! What about Mikoto." Sano asked. "I'll think of it ma." The boy answers. "Wise choice boy." Ivan chuckles, "Very well then, tomorrow, for dinner."
(Present)
You're just ashamed that you like someone like me! Yeah go ahead! That's all you do best now anyway! Leave! Stupid Nikaidou! "Dammit!" Nikaidou slammed the door behind him, still hearing the yelling from Mikoto's lips in his mind replaying over and over. "What'd they do now?" He wonders when the cellphone rung. "It can't be." Nikaidou answers the phone and right on the other side, "Hello?"
"Nikaidou, you spoke to Mikoto yet?"
"No gramps. . ."
"Oh why not?"
"I'm sending him home."
"Thinking of getting someone else I suppose?" Nikaidou heard a small chuckle.
"I'll think of it. . . Bye gramps."
The phone lets out a small beep, while Nikaidou falls onto a sofa, hands on his brows. Reminding himself the painful words, though he wished he hadn't heard any of it. They foiled his lover's mind, brain-washing him to doubt him. If Mikoto was like that, could he really handle his grandparents? If he couldn't, it would hurt himself even more. To see his lover try then give up on him. This was what Nikaidou feared most of Mikoto. Being forgotten by someone he loved most. To be given up on. Why are you sending him home? Nikaidou thought to himself. Of course, he can't deal with my grandparents. But wouldn't it hurt Mikoto to send him home heartbroken?
"Dammit!" A vase falls to the floork, the water splattering onto the carpet and the flowers flying in the air. "Dammit all!" He shouts. If only. . . he thought. If only I were stronger to go against these old hags . . . If only I could express my feelings to him . . . if I weren't a coward. . . If he only knew. . . if. . . he hadn't known? Or. . . if he. . . if. . . if what? What if. . . things will go wrong if he does send him home? What if. . . he'll regret this in the future? But. . . would I forgive myself. . . if Mikoto did stay? Could I live on. . . with Mikoto living in fear? But. . . if he's gone. . . If he moves forward. . . If I see Mikoto with someone. . . wouldn't it stir up my soul? If my soul sirs up because of that. . . would it be worth it. . . worth it. . . so he wouldn't feel pain for the rest of his life. . . with me? What if. . . What if. . . .
