Yours, Mine and Ours

A perfect mismatch makes the perfect couple

Reiteration of the Seventh Chapter:

"You're going to be a father soon…" he said in almost a whisper.

"I think that my wife being pregnant covers those facts…" said Kanata, coldly.

"There's no time to act smart Kanata," said Nozomu through clenched teeth.

"Miyu Saionji…?!?!?! You got married to him?"

"Forget who you got married to…," she said, "how come you're married…? And how come I was not even told…?"

"Who do you think you are, shouting at my wife?"

"I have all right, Saionji," retorted Nanami firmly, "I'm her friend!"

"The last time I checked, people just don't go about shouting at their friends," and stated through clenched teeth, "without giving them a damn chance to explain".

{Beethoven's Symphony: 5}

"You're pregnant!" exclaimed Nanami, shocked.

She giggled lightly and muttered, "I never thought that The Kanata Saionji had it in him to apologize…"

"Yes…! Oh Kanata… somewhere in those lines is an actual baby…"

"Oh my god…"

It was a sonogram of their baby.

"Totally yours…" she whispered.

He stared at his right hand again and then whispered, "Mine…?"

"No… It's ours…"

{Beethoven's Symphony: 5}

Chapter 8

Reparation

The one with the normaloutfit

He had never been an early riser… especially during weekends. He was known to sleep until the last ring of his alarm died. But not this Saturday morning…

This morning, he woke up to the pain on his back. He sat down stiffly on his highly-cushioned (and not to mention, extremely expensive) couch only to damn it under his breath for it proved last night that it was never fit enough for a fully grown man like him to sleep there.

He got to a standing position with a fixed frown on his face. He stretched and opened his brunet eyes to the sudden brightness in the room. His right hand automatically reached to shield his eyes from the bright light.

Finally, adjusting to the brightness, he opened his eyes to see a blonde standing near the human sized windows beside his massive bed, drawing the curtains, bathing the room with the morning sunshine.

She stood there, her long blonde hair flowing behind her and both her hands still grasping the ends of the drapes. He stared at her curiously, his mind still not fully awake, as she opened the windows as well and breathed in the morning air.

"Hey Kanata," she greeted with a cheerful smile on her face, "good morning…!"

Kanata got to his feet pretty fast as her smile made him feel a little different inside. He nodded lightly and walked straight into his bathroom and closed the door with a snap.

Back at the windows, Miyu bit her lower lip as a light tinge of crimson crept across her cheeks as she remembered last night. But then she remembered something else and it did not make her feel any better. She looked at the recently closed door and stared at it thoughtfully wondering what to do.

The cold water from the shower inundated his brunet hair and with his eyes closed, he faced the water pouring down on him and pushed both his hands into his brunet locks and grazed it.

The shower gave him time to mull things over for there were a lot of things to think about at the moment and for once it was nothing to do with work. He would never have believed if anyone had told him a week ago that one woman can make a man's life overturned. But now, he had no other option than to believe it.

He turned off all the taps and pulled on his milky white robes and without bothering to dry his hair, walked out of the humungous bathroom, water dripping from his brunet hair and onto his cotton robes.

He walked into his bedroom, yawning but he stopped at the sight of her standing before his dressing room, fidgeting lightly, her emerald orbs focused on the floor. He frowned.

She looked up at him and turned a bright shade of crimson and fixating her eyes defiantly on the floor again muttered something so inaudible that Kanata couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in frustration.

"What is it?" he tried very hard not to snap at her.

"Um…" she started, "err…"

"What?" he asked again and there was an unmistakable hint of agitation in his voice.

"Well, you r-remember N-Nanami right…?" she stuttered, and waved her hands with a strained smile across her lips.

Kanata frowned.

"You know," she shrugged, "from the clinic…?"

"Vaguely," he replied, "what about her?"

Miyu wondered what had happened to all those lines that she had practiced just a few minutes ago. Looking at the soaked brunet, her heart would not calm down and relax. Rather, it chose to beat at a fast pace with every look into his auburn irises.

"Well, she was pretty mad at me for not inviting her for the… err… our… for the wedding," she said, scratching her head for words to continue her sentence with.

Kanata raised an eyebrow.

Miyu gulped and continued, "Well, s-she wants a re-re-reparation…"

"Reparation?" he asked blankly.

"It means compensation," she offered.

"I know what it means," he snapped.

"Sorry," she apologized and hung her head again.

He looked at her thoughtfully. The cold water was making his head heavier by the passing minute.

He sighed.

"What reparation?" he asked, softly and at once he regretted having used a soft tone.

But she, however, brightened at the sudden softness in his voice and chirped with a huge smile, "We just have to attend Ruu's birthday party!"

Kanata's eyes narrowed and he heard himself asking almost disbelievingly, "who's Ruu?"

"Ryu's son!" replied Miyu cheerfully.

"Who's Ryu?"

"Ran's wife!" piped Miyu.

"Who's Ran?" asked Kanata through clenched teeth.

"Nanami's brother," said Miyu carefully for she was not so secure about Kanata's sudden anger invasions. And she was sure he was in one of them right now.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth for which the blonde flinched.

Then, with his hand on his cold forehead, he sighed much to her amazement.

"When?" he asked, trying to control the irritation that was threatening to break out any second now.

"At five…" she replied at once, sweating, "at their home in Heiomachi…"

He breathed out and then taking a step towards her said, "Great… I'll get someone to drive the BMW for you…"

With that, he slipped past her and was about to lock himself in his dressing room for the next ten hours when she stopped him by grabbing hold of his arm.

"Wait!"

"What now?" Kanata asked, as his eyebrows twitching with agitation.

"Well," she said, letting go of his arm, "the reparation was… well, it w-was to get you to come…"

It took an entire minute for Kanata to process that recent info.

"Why?" he asked incredulously.

Miyu bit her lower lip, as though afraid that he'd get angry again at what she might say.

"Forget it!" he said, sighing, "I don't wanna know…"

"So… you coming?" she asked, brightly, her hands clasped together.

He gave her a cold smile and said finally, "no…"

"Kanata, please…" she requested, "please, please, please…."

"No," he said, wading past her, "no," he grabbed hold of his dressing room's door and before closing it said with a glare, "and NO!"

"Kanata please…. I'll do anything," she knocked on the door.

"…"

"Kanata! Open the door!"

"…"

"KANATA!"

"…"

"Get your damn butt out here Saionji!"

The door opened and the brunet walked out, wearing an unbuttoned white shirt, black formal pants and a look of surprise and shock (which may be written off as a fear) in his auburn irises.

"M-Miyu?"

Anger was flaring in her emerald orbs as she looked at him as though he was some misbehaved kid with her hands at her hips.

"I'm goanna go and you're goanna come with me!" she ordered him, making the latter wince at the sudden authoritativeness.

"B-but I don't wanna go," he pointed out, a little nervously for the sight of the anger blonde clearly frightened him.

"Stop acting like a kid and go get ready!"

With that she marched into the bathroom, leaving the brunet utterly petrified at the sudden outburst.

Kanata's hand automatically reached for his hair and he rubbed it, trying to drag sense into the scene which he just witnessed. For the first time in his entire life, a woman had actually called him a "kid".

He sighed.

He looked at the closed door of the bathroom and despite himself, the corners of his lips lifted forming a crooked smile. He shook his head and then got back into his dressing room.

Meanwhile inside Kanata Saionji's personal and highly expensive bathroom stood the blonde wife of the brunet, with her back on the door, and a huge grin adorning her face, which was already a light shade of crimson hue.

~Yours, Mine and Ours~

"What are you wearing?" gasped Miyu, disapproval clearly written in her emerald orbs.

"It's Armani," informed Kanata, his eyebrows twitching, "its one-of-a-kind…"

"Why are you wearing it?" she asked, fidgeting irritably.

"You want me to come without a dress?" he asked, furiously.

She turned a bright shade of crimson at this and retorted, "Of course not! But I don't want you to come in a dress that costs…"

"Twelve hundred and seventy-five US dollars," he offered lazily, "plus tax".

Miyu's jaw dropped.

Kanata tapped his raven-black and highly polished Gucci on the marble floor irritably, giving her some time to recover.

"Kanata…" she started slowly.

"Miyu," he replied firmly.

She sighed.

He crossed his arms.

"Kanata, we're going to a house party," she pleaded.

"What's your point?" he cocked his eyebrows.

She sighed again and continued, "You need to wear something that normal people wear…"

"This is what normal people wear," he said, lightly.

"The 'normal people' you're talking about are all multi-millionaires…" she pointed out through clenched teeth.

"So…?" he asked, narrowing his auburn irises.

"You could have worn something cheap!" she said, tensed.

"Hello! This is cheap…" he pointed out, lazily.

"Oh crap…" she sighed and dropped on the couch in their room, dejectedly.

Fifteen minutes later, after a rush search through his fifty feet long dressing room consisting of enumerable suits and rows and rows of shoes, Miyu cried, "oh my god! Even your PJs are designer-made!"

Kanata merely shrugged, with both his hands into his pant front pockets.

"Don't you have like jeans and normal T-shirts…?" she asked, pleadingly.

He looked thoughtful for a minute and then nodded his head lightly, making the blonde go all bright again.

"I think I have a set… that stupid Santa gave a set for my twenty-fourth birthday saying I don't have soft clothes…" he said, truly disapproving Santa's taste in clothing.

But Miyu was sure that Kanata had no fashion sense except when it came to formals to wear to his office meetings. But she was not going to tell that to his face and receive a death glare back.

After nearly ten minutes of searching, Kanata pulled out a box from underneath a huge cupboard (which to Miyu's amazement contained shades of various colors and companies).

He thrust it at her which she took reluctantly. She prayed for the clothes to be good enough and opened the box.

Inside the box were a brand new blue jeans and a dark blue shirt hooded shirt. She extracted both of them out and placed the shirt to Kanata and a huge smile adored her lips.

"It's perfect!"

"It's hideous!"

"Oh come on Kanata," she urged.

"There's no way I'm goanna wear that!" he said firmly.

It was nearly half past four in the evening when Kanata parked his jet black BMW outside a small yet beautiful looking home in the middle of the town of Heiomachi along with half-a-dozen others. He switched off the engine and looked over at the blonde sitting beside him and threw death glares at her.

She sensed his look and gave him a strained smile.

"You owe me big time!" he grunted.

"Hey! I'm already carrying your child you can't expect anything more Saionji!" she glared back at him, furiously.

The two continued to glare for another second. Then, the brunet looked down at his oh-too-stupid clothes and sighed.

After all his tantrums and cons against wearing that dress, he couldn't believe that his wife had made him to do it. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea as to how she had actually convinced him into them at all.

"C'mon Kanata," he heard her call, "Let's go in…"

He refused to move.

"I promise that we'll get out as soon as possible…"

He sighed.

The two opened the doors to the car and after getting out he locked it. He stood transfixed with his eyes closed and hoping that nobody that he knew would be there.

"Let's go in," he heard her whisper and then sudden he felt something rush through his body. He opened his eyes to see the blonde entwining her right hand to his left and started to drag him towards the warm looking house.

Kanata thought, as he led himself be dragged by the petite blonde, that maybe this was not so much of a bad day.

But his tiny ray of hop came crashing down as the two entered into the house which was filled with many new faces all wearing formal suits.

Fury rushed through his body as he saw a couple, the guy wearing a black suit and the woman, who had short light hair, wearing a long blue dress, walking towards to greet them with a very confused look in their eyes.

Beside him, he heard her gulp.

And he knew why.

End Chapter 8

A/N: What do you think guys…? It's been so long since I wrote this story that I kinda lost touch. Hope it was okay. And I'm so sorry about the shortness. I've been working on it all day and this is all that came up. Hope its ok… Please Review…

Now for today's thought:

Beautiful thought:

If you avoid one minute of anger, you will escape from hundred days of sorrow…

Try to avoid your anger and Keep Smiling…