A/N: *To those who don't know what an Okama is, keep reading this: Okama are men/women who entertain customers at bars. Lol xP. I hope this chapter wasn't too cheesy and saggy x3

Bride of the Mafia Lord

#8. / It's not too Late!

Mikoto's eyelids slowly opens and the first thing he sees is a dark ceiling, windows closed with a silent atmosphere. Gazing from the door to the windows, he slowly makes his way to the door, opening it nervously. Mikoto enters into the hallway and quickly spots a maid. "Oh Mikoto-Sama! You're awake." She exclaims clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Sano-Sama wanted you to come to dinner." Mikoto's eyes widen, "He told me to tell you once you woke up." The maid smiles. The pink haired princess stared from the stairs to the bottom floor, wondering. "Where's Nikaidou?" He suddenly asked, "Oh young master had to go to a meeting." Mikoto's eyes squinted. Again, he left without saying anything to me. It seemed like things were falling into place. Nikaidou was so happy he found someone as pretty as Mikoto, yet ashamed and embarrassed that he was a boy, someone he no longer wanted to associate with. "Mikoto-Sama?" The maid asked concerned, "Supper is downstairs in the dining room?" She says. The boy left his gaze and turned to the maid, forcing himself a genuine smile. "Thank you." He said meekly. Walking toward the dining room, Mikoto caught a voice laughing in the distance. It sounded quite familiar, it sullied Mikoto's thoughts. Stepping closer to the sound, Mikoto notices Kagume sitting at the table with two other girls.

"It's a pity he even thinks Nikaidou would stay with him forever. Only an idiot would think that a mafia would marry an ordinary, high school student." She mocks. "Really? I thought Nikaidou really was in love with him." A girl with twin tails said, "Well of course, but would you stay with someone that humiliates you everyday?" The girl laughs, "I know I wouldn't, to me, I think Nikaidou is doing the right thing." Mikoto slams the doors opened and stares at the girls with a sense of rage in his eyes. "Oh look who it is, morning; boy-licker." Kagume smirks. "Shut up bitch." Mikoto thought. "What are you doing here?" He asks walking toward the table. "Duh." The girl scoffs, "We live here too idiot." Mikoto blinks. "What?" he thought. "Being cousins of the family here, of course we live together." The other two girls chuckle and giggle to each other as they made a show out of the poor princess. "However, I don't blame you for not knowing." Kagume smirks, "Nikaidou wouldn't want you to know of this, being a person who is soo possessive, its utterly scary." The two girls laugh, amusing Kagume with her speech. Mikoto's fists clench, his teeth biting onto his lip, his eyebrows knitted together showing the emotion of pain and anger. "Sorry pinky." The witch spewed her last insults and that was Mikoto's last nerve. The boy pounces, launching onto the girl. Screams with porcelain falling in the background, quickly caught the maids attention.

"Is supper ready?" Nikaidou asks Takano. "Yes sir, the maids have prepared it on the table already." The doors suddenly swung open as two maids quickly ran down the steps. "Takano-san trouble! Mikoto-Sama is fighting with. . . –" Nikaidou's eyes widened. Takano quickly trying to hush the maids, now that the master was present, there'll be no peace now. "Young master please wait!" Takano rushes. The sound of stomping feet onto the carpet rung through the house, hands forcing the dining room doors opened. Sprawled on the floor were the two cats, fighting and gnawling at each other. Kagume quickly notices the young master returning from duty and ceases the opportunity. "I'm going to tell Nikaidou's grandpa how horrible you are!" She shouts. Nikaidou's eyes widened, forcing himself to take the initiative. Kagume screamed in pain as the boy jerked and pulled at her hair, when Nikaidou suddenly pulled Mikoto away. "Mikoto!" And without reading the signs, Nikaidou's hand right hand came down harshly onto Mikoto's left cheek. Falling to the carpet floor, cheek rosy colored and stinging with pain, Mikoto's hand reaches up to his cheek while salty tears stream down his eyeducts. "Are you insane?" He asked, helping the so-called victim to her feet. "Nikaidou he's so horrible! Its going to be dangerous to let grandpa see him now." Kagume smirked, turning away from her innocence. Nikaidou stares for awhile, at the sad, terrified, or more likely, mortified princess curled on the floor. "Takano, pack Mikoto's stuff." The boy's eyes widen his mind recalling all the incidents that happened in a matter of two days. "Now you're telling me to go home?" Mikoto asked, hoping that his bangs would cover up most of his tears. "Its for the best." Nikaidou says. "Maybe it was best we never met." Mikoto's sad sorrowful eyes quickly turned to a hateful expression, letting out his tears and his voice shouting: "Nikaidou I hate you!" Mikoto had left the room, leaving it in disaray and silence. "Master Nikaidou is that alright?" Takano asks. "You heard me, pack his things. He's going home." Kagume snickers hearing the words of her dreams, clinging onto the boy's arm. "I'm so Happy Nikaidou, you picked me instead of him." After Kagume's hateful words Nikaidou's last nerve reached its point. "Don't fuck with me!" Slapping the girl's hands away Nikaidou snaps, "I'd rather marry an *okama than you." Kagume's jaws fall loose while her gaze followed the young master as he left the room and slammed the doors shut. "Tche, dang." Kagume thinks, "Clementine, fetch me the phone." She orders. Her right-hand maid nods and leaves the room heading for the grand phone in the hallway. But just when she took hold of the phone she heard small wimpers and maybe crying. She peered through the door that emitted these sounds and saw the young Mikoto. Sitting on the bed, tissues and tears, pulling off his wig and tugging at the hem of his dress. Clementine took her time gazing at the boy in shattered dreams, "Stupid Nikaidou." The boy wimpers, "Stupid. . . stupid. . ." The maid clenches onto the phone to her chest her eyes never leaving the door. "Clementine!" Startled at her name, the maid hurriedly left the front of the door and ran for the dining room. Mikoto fell to the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks, it made his nose run and his voice hoarse. Reminding himself of all the happy moments he had and all the sad ones.

(At the airport)

Wearing his student uniform, Mikoto embraced his arms, gazing at the runway. Jets and airplanes lined up preparing for departure or return. "Mikoto-Sama you're prepared for departure." The chauffer says. The boy nods, "Alright." It was official he thought, Its over and I knew I shouldn't have gone out with him in the first place. The private jet came into line as the stairs were pulled down. Luggages were brought on board awaiting for their single passenger to come aboard. "Its time sir." The pilot says. Mikoto gazes back at the air port and sighs. Stepping onto the stairs Mikoto makes his way up the the steps, but just then something remarkable happened. "Wait! Mikoto-Sama!" Turning to the sound, Mikoto sees a maid. Wearing only a scarf and a pair of ear muffs and knitted mittens. "Clementine?" Mikoto thought. "What are you doing here?" He asks as the girl huffed and puffed for air. "I want to confess." She shouts. "It isn't Nikaidou's fault, please you have to hear me out!" Mikoto's angry expression disappeared as a curious, concerned face appeared.

The two sat in a heated and warm café talking over a cup of hot chocolate. "Nikaidou's grandparents made a deal with his parents saying that if Hatori-Sama wanted to marry Sano-Sama, than their first son would have to marry someone that Ivan-Dono liked." Clementine says, "But the other day when you left home alone, Nikaidou-Sama went to see his grandparents and told them about you. His grandfather was furious, he even said that if Nikaidou wanted to marry you, you'd have to go through training." Mikoto took short glances at his cup then at the maid and back again, "So you're saying that he said all those hateful things yesterday because. . ." Clementine bursts into tears at the sound of her voice and cries, "I'm so sorry Mikoto-Sama, I thought you quite deserved it after you had stolen Nikaidou-Sama from Kagume-Chan. But after seeing the aftermath of Kagume's plan, I couldn't help but feel guilty." The boy's hearing suddenly became sharp and tense when he heard the name Kagume, "Wait Kagume? What does she have to do with this?" Clementine's tears halted for a moment, quietly remembering her mistress' scheming plan. "It was Kagume-Chan's plan to set you up. She knew that if she played with your mind, you would launch an attack at Nikaidou. Making him rethink about bringing you to his grandparents, you see Nikaidou-Sama isn't the kind to express his feelings well." Mikoto held tightly onto his hot mug remembering carefully what Nikaidou had said to him for the past few days. "You see its all Kagume-Chan's fault, its not Nikaidou-Sama's, you're just misunderstanding him!" Clementine shouts, "If you don't, he'll be married off to someone else!" Pink eyes widened up immediately, the feeling of hurting him and strifing saying "I'm the right one" pinned at Mikoto's heart. To truly imagine how Nikaidou was or what he was thinking when he said those hurtful things was unbearable to the princess. "But its not too late! You can still catch him before he goes to his grandparents and calls of your relationship!" Clementine says, clamping her hands tightly onto the pinky's hands. "You can still make it and I'll help you!" She says. "Clementine. . ." Mikoto smiles, "Thank you!" The short brown haired maid immediately tugs at the boy's hand and hauls him out of the café, "C'mon! We only have 15 minutes to get back the mansion and five more minutes to catch Nikaidou-Sama from getting in the limo to his grandparents!" Mikoto's ears perk, "20 MINUTES?" He exclaims, "We'll never make it back in time!" Clementine laughs, "Not unless you got my baby!" She laughs. Pulling off some sheets, Clementine revealed her old trusty scooter. "A scooter?" The boy blinks, "Best one in the world, hop on!" She shouts. The two hop on, wearing on their helmets and quickly made it onto the road.

(Meanwhile)

"You really sent him home?" Hatori asked his son, glancing at his son who sat at the desk, hand to his forehead with worry smothered all over. "Its best." The young man muttered, "I wouldn't want him to go through all this just for me. I'd rather see him with someone else than have him live a hellish life." Hatori sighs. "You really are an odd child," The man chuckles nervously, "Well. . ." Nikaidou sat back on his seat and smiled fakely, "I'm my father's son." Hatori frowns, "I'm sorry son, this shouldn't have happened to you. . ." Nikaidou laughs, "Dad, things happen, happily ever afters just weren't for me. . ." The double doors opened as Takano approached the two bowing first then saying: "Your ride to the Wiverspoon manor sir," Tori sighs again and walks toward the doors, "You ready?" He asked his son. "I'll be out in a minute." Nikaidou says. Tori leaves the room with Takano behind him and sighs the third time, when Sano approached. "Darling, is it really ok to leave things like this? Nikaidou's heart would be broken." He whispers, "There's nothing we can do Sano, he has already made his mind, and by now, Mikoto would be on the jet back to Japan." The two sigh sadly, "If only things didn't turn out to be like this." Sano said, clinging to his husband's vest. "Things will get better sweetheart. Soon, I hope." Tori embraced his wife while they worried of what was to come and what was to become of their son's future. After the doors closed, Nikaidou flipped his phone open and turned to the picutres genre. Quickly flipping through the photos Nikaidou smirks, "Bastard you're such a coward. . ." He says to himself. Then standing up, the boy wears on his father's mafia white coat, symbolizing his maturity and walks out the doors.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .