Secret 4: First Shock

Yuuki's mouth was nearly dropped off her face by the time she reached the dining room. She felt dizzy from the unexpected luxury she was experiencing. She was in a mansion. A mansion the size of a castle. It doesn't matter, it seems like, out of randomness she had 'tried' helping a rich man, Ichiru Kiryuu. He was standing, miles and miles opposite her, behind a table that stretched on forever. He finally waved at Yuuki who was seated at the far end of the room, waiting.

"Yuuki, dear, could I request you to change into something more suitable?"

Yuuki tilted her head. She sighed nodding at the same time. Some servants attended to her. Rich people are this fussy. I'm only here for dinner right. Why must I wear a dress? Yuuki silently talked to herself. She eyed herself in the mirror. The silky rose-coloured dress was beautiful, the designs, so deatiled. Yuuki flushed slightly, looking pretty in that dress. She finished combing her shortish, brown hair and followed the servants out the room. It was then she wondered whether she really should be here.

"This way Miss Cross. Please wait here as Master returns. My name is Seiren. You may call me for assisstance."

Yuuki took a seat as Seiren left. It was way to rich and luxurious for her to be used to all of a sudden. But, if she was rich...maybe her expectation of life would change.

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Seiren nodded, knowing exactly what her master, Ichiru Kiryuu wants. She went straight to the main hall where the main entrance was. She waited, hoping the young master would not ruin plans by arriving home late. To her relief, the door opened as the messy, coffee stained young master entered. "Young master Kiryuu, your father awaits you."

He turned to look at Seiren, though his expression didn't show as his face was covered. "Tell him, I'll be with him later when I finished changing... or probably never in my case."

Knowing his habits well, Seiren wrapped a scarf around his kneck, pulling on it. He didn't choke but he moved nowhere either. She made sure her job was to be completed, "Master would like you to attend now. His orders are, to bring his pathetic son to the desired location, regardless of corperation and looks."

He ripped the scarf of his kneck and obediently followed Seiren. "Just because I'm already worn out today."

As Seiren opened the door, Ichiru Kiryuu presented his own son with a light embrace. "Still as messy as always."

"Don't state something I already know. What is it this time? You want me to get 100% in ethics or mathematics this time, or would you like me to join a party or conference to raise a bit of social status."

Ichiru laughed. "Dear me, what have I done to have a son like you. Don't be so business like with me, it upsets me. Considering I'm your father, will you help me?"

Ichiru studied his silent son for a long while. "I'm heavily in debt..."

"Then what company is it. Which stock did you invest in this time. I'll sort it out within the night."

Seiren couldn't help but to say, "Young Master Kiryuu has always been a figure feared by many rivarly companies. Your abilities are amazing, yet, this time your father isn't dealing with such issues. I don't think you'd be as capable."

"Oh, I'm not dwelling into your love life again."

Ichiru smiled. His face full of bliss. "Not mine, my sweet son, yours."

"Mine?"

Ichiru coughed. "I was rescued by a girl around your age and I owe her my life. When I consider a suitable repayment, I couldn't give her anything that would cost the same as my own life aside from...you. So, I'm going to let you marry her and then..."

"REJECTED. If there's nothing else I'm leaving."

Sweat trailed down Ichiru's face. Rejected was one word he always had an allergy to if his own son said it. He was shaking slightly. "But...the girl is already here and and and...I-I-I..."

"Fine, I'll confront her for you then, father."

Ichiru and Seiren ran after him but they stopped. There was no one but a red dress and a note left in the room.

Ichiru picked it up. It read:

I should head home, thankyou for your offer, maybe we'll find another opportunity. See you around, Mr. Kiryuu.

Yuuki

P.S. You have a very nice house/mansion.

"Too bad it's like this..." Ichiru's son taunted before running away.

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Yuuki pinched herself again. She was hungry and sleepy from waiting and waiting. Did rich people like waiting so much? She had originally planned on coming to eat, but she was so fed up she kind of lost her good side again. Yuuki soothed out her unifrom, swinging her bag around in the air. Looking at her watch, she felt petrified that it was so late into the night. Yuuki began to run as quick as she can, to suddenly knock into something.

"OUCH!" she heard a deep voice shout as she and persumabily someone else fell to the floor.

Shaking her head, Yuuki turned and all colour drained from her face. "The same bastard at school who called me a lowlife. What the...why?" She gaped, no more words coming out as he gritted his teeth. Obvious if his face was visable, she'd see his death glare. Yuuki felt it anyway.

"MASTER, Young master Kiryuu," a female voice called. Yuuki's attention diverted to Seiren who appeared around the corner. She sighed. "Ah, Young Master Kiryuu, your here and Miss Cross too?"

Not long after, Ichiru Kiryuu came running into the scene shouting, "ZERO! Please listen to m-"

Yuuki looking confussed glanced from Seiren to Ichiru to the bastard who was on the floor besides her. Her thoughts were wild, 'What did Seiren just call this bastard? The guy I chucked coffee at this morning... Seiren called him, the servant of Mr. Kiryuu, called him Young Master...'

Ichiru gave a little chuckle, breaking the silence. "Ah, Yuuki, seems like you've met my son... Zero Kiryuu."