Chapter 12:
Ever since that meeting, Sunako had been a bit down. She still received gifts from Kyouhei, and she was starting to feel a little more grateful towards them. She decided to wear a simple piece of jewelry she received from him: an obsidian pendant necklace. Once decently dressed, she headed downstairs for breakfast.
Just before she reached the door, she ran into Enomoto. "Excuse me." She was about to move around him when he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'd like to talk to you, some time, Nakahara-san," he whispered in her ear. "Without the interference of my boss," he left it at that and Sunako stared at his retreating back, snarling.
She entered the room and, looked and stared in shock.
"I told you to do your job. If Nakahara-san goes to the NAPO, I'm out of business and in the pen! Why the hell did you let her escape?" Kyouhei shouted at one of his henchmen, whom he clutched too with a fist clenched around the shirt collar. He shoved the man away. "Damn it!" He punched the wall. "Get out of my sight!" he shouted at the men in the room, who scurried away as fast as they could, sometimes shoving Sunako aside to get through.
Once they were alone together, Kyouhei slumped into his chair, holding his hands in his head. "Shit," he muttered.
"What is it?" Sunako asked. "Did my aunt escape your guards?"
"Don't remind me."
Sunako shrugged and sat in her own seat across from him. The maids began bringing in food and the tension rose because they could feel Kyouhei's anger.
Natsuko looked at Sunako. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you later," she promised. If Oba-chan escaped, then she might have a chance of getting away herself. To do that, she'd need Natsuko's help.
Sunako began to eat in silence, wondering what was going to happen now that there was a glitch in Kyouhei's plan. She hoped she could escape and go to her own house. But the more she thought about it, the more she thought that it wasn't her home anymore.
Kyouhei looked back up and smiled faintly.
"What is it?"
"I think I have a solution to this mess I got myself into."
Sunako raised an eyebrow. "Would you care to amuse me?"
Kyouhei smirked and Sunako fought to keep the blood inside her system. "I still haven't had some fried shrimp yet."
"Then I'll be taking over the kitchen. How's that? Now will you tell me?"
"Tonight, I'll have Natsuko bring you something to wear to dinner tonight. Understand?"
"Fine," Sunako said, settling for finding out at dinner that night. Whatever it was, it sent chilling excitement down her spine.
She had long decided that it wasn't worth killing him like she did those many years ago after rescuing him from the host club.
Once breakfast ended, Sunako headed to brush her teeth and figure out what she was going to add with the fried shrimp. Sushi, Oniigari, and rice sounded good with maybe some saki. Alright then, she thought. We'll go with that.
Once she finished brushing her teeth, she went to the kitchen, cleared out the cooks, cleaned the area, and got to work.
"Sunako-san?" Natsuko said, coming into the kitchen. "What happened?"
"My aunt escaped. Don't tell anyone though. Kyouhei's really ticked off about it."
"That's all?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, talk about intense."
"He's found a way to counter the 'dilemma'."
"Really? What's he going to do?"
"I don't know yet. He's telling me tonight. Oh, did you get his orders? He said he'd have you get me a dress."
"I did get them, and I have a one selected for you already. We'll go through them after lunch."
"Alright," Sunako agreed. "Mata ashita."
"Mata ashita."
Natsuko left and Sunako continued to make lunch. There was no end to the shrimp supply, nor rice and other such. She decided to make the sushi and Oniigari first before the shrimp, since the shrimp would have to thaw and then cook.
The door opened again and a chill flew down her spine. She looked at whoever entered. Enomoto leaned against the wall. "Go on, I'm watching."
"Get out," Sunako hissed, grabbing a knife to protect herself with just in case he tried anything.
"I don't have any reason to leave, but I do have a reason to stay."
"I don't care what your reasons are. Leave," Sunako growled, tightening her grip on the knife.
Enomoto smirked. "I don't think I will."
Sunako spun around with the knife, brandishing it.
He snickered. "Knives are effective, but these are much more effective." He took out a gun. "I have a bit of a hobby you might find interesting, seeing that you, at one point, had an interest in everything morbid."
Sunako blinked. She remembered that Kyouhei and the others told her about Eliza, a ghost who possessed her and tried to continue collecting beautiful men…she wondered if this was Eliza's male counterpart.
"Would you like to know?"
Sunako growled. She was a little curious, but not enough to hear him out.
"I'll show you then," he cocked the gun and aimed it at her.