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CHAPTER 7

Confessions and confusion

"I have an appointment tomorrow at four o'clock, so I will be able to meet you at seven in the hotel we have agreed about....Yes of course, it will be an honour. I am looking forward to the dinner. Thank you very much."

Kyoya removed his phone from his ear and sighed.

Ayame was sitting right next to him, watching the way while the limo was moving towards their new home. Honeymoon was over. Kyoya was feeling a bit at fault that they had to leave so early but it seemed that Ayame didn't mind at all. When he told her that they were going back she just nodded and said that she understands the importance of the matter.

"Ayame," She turned her head to him surprised that while calling her name he touched her hand with his as if it was a typical thing for them. she tryed to keep her cool and seriously looked into his eyes. Kyoya continued, "Ayame, tomorrow will be a very important day for me and my family, I mean, for our family"

"You mean that appointment," Ayame stated. Kyoya nodded.

"Yes, we are about to meet a member of the Patel family from Mumbai. They are well-known for their investments in the medical field as for their building society. They want to build the hospital in Japan and they contacted us for co-operation."

Ayame was listening patiently.

"I want you to be on the meeting with me."

Ayame's stomach made an interesting movement. It vanished. She tryed to keep her cool once more.

"Kyoya, it is necessity, isn't it?"

"It is necessity Ayame,"

She looked in front of her. Kyoya could tell she knew why she had to be there. Raji Patel was coming with his wife. Wife was something that had to show them his other side. She had to be his exact image. You could tell very much about the person by looking at his partner. If he is trustworthy person, how much he cares about things that are dear to him. Their dinner would be the first step. Ayame had to be there.

She turned to him and smiled self-confidently. "You can count on me Kyoya." When she said it she placed her other hand on his, which was already on her other hand and squeezed it hardly trying to reassure him about her words.

Kyoya didn't know where these feelings came from but he couldn't help and respond to her gesture. He slowly moved his head to hers and touched her forehead with his lips. Not sure what he was doing he moved them to her ear feeling her body reacting to his every movement and whispered "I know,"

Ayame thought she would burst with the mixture of tension when he did that. His head rested on her shoulder and she had the feeling that there was no intention of moving it away on his side. They sat like this and Ayame got used to it. She couldn't help but realise that Kyoya, even though he was a man, while resting his forehead on her shoulder like this was unexpectedly fragile. She felt his exhaustion. It was obvious that traveling was not his strong side. She smiled to herself, he will fall asleep instantly when we arrive, she thought. Ayame moved her hand from Kyoya's wanting to stroke his hair, when the limo stopped.

They arrived to their home.

Like two magnets hopelessly connected to each other they stayed like this. Ayame was counting seconds while the driver was giving the sign to a man who was about to come and open the door.

She suddenly felt Kyoya's breath and tiny whisper: "I wish we could stay like this for a while," When he said these surprising words, he straightened his back and met her widen eyes with the mysterious and tired smile. "Your shoulder was unexpectedly comfortable,"

Ayame's cheeks went a bit pink but Kyoya didn't get the chance to see them, because servant opened the limo door on his side.

When he got out, Ayame's left side felt very cold. Her eyes were still watching him when he came to her door and opened them by himself not letting the servant to do it. He stood like a gentleman and her heart calmed down the moment their hands touched. She smiled to herself and her smile continued all the way to the main gate of the mansion which was built in the modern style with some classical elements. It was beautiful. She realised that one part of it was built by her designs and another part was made with the design unknowing to her but these two designs made nice combination, without intruding each other. she had the feeling that it would stand there for centuries.

"I added just some bits to it but left the garden design which you made half an year before our wedding. Some plants are still growing but I believe it will be beautiful," Kyoya said with the calm tone.

Ayame looked at him with that smile which was on her face the moment he helped her out of the limo. "Thank you, it was my dream to live in this house...I didn't expect it to be so perfect!"

Kyoya smiled at her and realised he was a bit satisfied as he always was when she was smiling like this and lifted his glasses with his free hand "You don't have to thank me, this project was your idea to begin with, all I did was to bring it to life,"

"You think you don't deserve my thanks? It is rather unexpected from you to think like that, Kyoya!" Ayame's grip loosened as she stepped in front of him "Do you realise that this is the first thing that we actually created together? My time and your time, my ideas and your material. I would not be able to live in this mansion without my .... without my husband...Without you, actually..."Her face burned as she said all of this.

Kyoya could only stare. She could understand so many things that were hidden beneath the surface. It was clear that he would never ever be able to draw himself away from her. They got involved with each other and he could tell that you should be a total stranger if you want to hide yourself from her. He chuckled to himself " I guess you have a point,"

"And a good one!" Ayame said and crossed her arms with the stubborn look on her face. She was extremely cute like this.

Kyoya's eyes pierced hers and an idea came into his mind. His lips formed the smile of the devil.

"I guess we didn't have the time for this on the honeymoon but...I want to try something,"

Ayame took the step back "Why are you looking at me like this?" To try something...He doesn't mean...Ayame blushed deeply"No Kyoya! You can't be thinking..."KYOYA!!! Let me go!"

She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. Kyoya in the flash was by her side and lifted her like a feather into his arms. Bridal style of course, we could assume that!

"I didn't know you were so heavy," he started to tease her while caring her with the light steps into the mansion.

"What?! I AM NOT!!! I thought you were tired! And what do you intend to do? Let me GO!" Ayame was a bit scared now.

"Don't get any wrong ideas. I will just carry you. I know you won't speak to me if I try anything, right?" He looked at her seriously. She couldn't say anything to this. At her expression he started to laugh.

"Kyoya! Stairs! You don't have to...AND STOP LAUGHING! You will drop me!"

He didn't listen to her and continued like this till they reached the door of the bedroom. He wasn't laughing anymore and made a very serious face. Ayame closed her eyes and started to cling on him as hard as she could. With his leg he managed open them and Ayame could feel that he gently placed her on something soft. She knew it was a bad. She curled herself and kept her eyes shut. She felt a slight thud by her side and Kyoya's hand on her shoulder.

"Ayame you can relax, I really won't do anything, so open your eyes," He said with the calm tone so typical for him.

"You promise?"

Suddenly his hot breath touched her ear. At this her body tightened and she heard his composed whisper "I promise."

She slowly opened them and turned her body into the sitting position. Kyoya was just an inch from her, sitting on the bed as well. His cheeks were a bit pink. Ayame thought he was blushing but than she realised that it would be impossible so she said slowly "Kyoya...I guess it was too much for you caring me like this..." than she touched his forehead with her hand but Kyoya took it "I don't have a fever, don't worry. I need to sleep, that is all."

Ayame calmed down and giggled a bit. "Yes, I guess you need," and while saying that she reached for his glasses and slowly removed them.

Kyoya didn't move. His heart was pounding a bit faster than normal. This kind of thing was very intimating. She had to realize that too because she froze, still holding his glasses.

"I guess I went a bit ...uhm...It is just that..." she couldn't find the right words. Kyoya thought she was desperate and he suddenly became aware of the fact that he too desperately wanted to know what she was trying to say.

"We became so close just after, I don't know, one week? And yet I have the feeling that I should not do things like this...I don't even know if we are close at all, but I know one thing that...The moment you stepped out of the limo and left my side I felt so cold...It was just a moment but when you touched me again I...I became normal...I felt like me...I don't understand all of this." She pierced his eyes and he could tell she was as confused as he was. But he knew one thing. This woman was unbelievable. Not wanting him to touch her and yet saying these confessions. It didn't seem right. Something was wrong, more than wrong...Something was out of the place. This confusion... The person like him didn't like it at all.

He hated when he couldn't understand things.

"Ayame, what am I to you?" He asked straight-forwardly. Ayame was disarmed by his eyes and knew she had to try and find an answer. She deeply knew who he was. What he was but couldn't find the word for it.

After a while of staring at each other she asked him back, "And what am I to you Kyoya?"

For one second she saw uncertainty in his eyes which vanished as quickly as it appeared. "I can't answer your question. Not yet."

Ayame felt disappointed but was glad he said the truth "Kyoya, it is the same for me. I can't find the word but I know you mean something to me. That is certain."

Kyoya nodded "Yes, that is certain."

The confused atmosphere changed. Now it was clear and without a burden only filled with the silence.

Kyoya broke that silence "We have to sleep, tomorrow is an important day,"

Ayame stood up and placed his glasses on the bedside table. "I am going to the shower," she informed him and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Kyoya was sitting on the bed for a while thinking about the question he asked himself.

When Ayame came back he was fast asleep.

***

"Tamaki, don't cry, I will be alright, just play for me one more time, you know how much I love your music."

Little blond boy was hanging on his mother's hand. She was very ill. You could see how much she was struggling to keep the smile on her face. The boy was holding back his tears and smiled as well "Of course, maman. I will play for you." He stepped away from the huge bad, where his mother was resting and marched towards the piano.

Lovely tone filled the house. Every single maid and even gardener could hear his heart's song, which was trying to keep ill woman from going to heaven.

When Tamaki finished he could tell that mother fell asleep. He was always restless when she did so. She was so still you couldn't tell if she was breathing.

He slowly came by her side and placed his lips on her pale forehead, "have nice dreams, maman" than walked out of the room.

His steps took him into the garden, where his mother was keeping her beloved roses. Their smell was so like hers that Tamaki couldn't help but take the deep beath and hold on to it, afraid of loosing sweet scent.

"What are you doing?"

In shock, Tamaki turned the way where he heard the voice, only to see little girl, who was standing in front of him. In this situation he would behave politely, but now he couldn't help but stare. She was all wet. The water was dripping from her hair and dress. She had stubborn look on her face as he was watching her in shock.

"Why are you holding your breath? You are all green" she said and moved her head questioningly to the side. At that moment Tamaki realised why he was feeling so dizzy and let his breath go. "I like the scent." He said simply.

The girl was watching him for a while than turned to the roses and started breathing deeply. "Yes," she said when she finished "They do smell nice, I bet the person who is taking care of them must be kind and nice too..."

Tamaki blushed a bit and nodded " My maman is taking care of them"

Girl's big brown eyes widened and she nodded as well letting him know she understands his feelings.

Tamaki wasn't moving, afraid he would ruin the unknown connection which has formed between them. He felt at peace even though he didn't know her at all. They both were watching the roses.

After a while Tamaki spoke out: " Uhm, I couldn't help but notice that you uhm...How to say it..."

"That I am wet? I fell into the fountain," she said and pointed with her delicate finger to the fountain in the garden. It seemed that she didn't mind being wet at all. Tamaki did. He swiftly removed his sweater from his shoulders and stepped closer to the girl. She turned to him and said " You really don't have to. Handsome man can't be harmed by water,"

Tamaki chuckled as he was trying to get the sweater onto her curly wet hair. "You aren't a man you know,"

"I am not," she agreed "but you can't say beautiful woman can't be harmed by water, what if her make-up gets ruined?"

Tamaki loughed out loud. "You really are an interesting young lady!" Girl blushed a little and looked down.

" My name is Rene Tamaki Richard Grantaine, you can call me Tamaki or Rene," he introduced himself and bowed to kiss her hand.

Girl smiled a little "My name is Iris Polak but you can call me Ayame."

" Isn't that iris in Japanese?" Asked Tamaki and smiled politely. Girl nodded.

"Than miss Ayame if you don't mind I will escort you to your home so that you can get a towel. Where do you live?"

"I live here starting today," Ayame said and pointed to his mansion. "My family sent me here. I am far relative of the mistress in this mansion from my father's side. Because my mother got remarried to my current father I am not her relative by blood, but I hope we will be friends,because I have the feeling that you are the son of that mistress" When she finished she moved her gaze from his eyes to her wet shoes. "I actually knew who you were the moment I saw you, but I was a bit scared to introduce myself, only a bit!" she added and straightened her back.

Tamaki's face started to beam " Ayame, how old are you?"

"Eleven"

"Well, I am thirteen, that makes me your big brother, what do you say Ayame? Let us be siblings!" And with that his inner theater took over his mind. He immediately hugged her tightly and said out loud "I don't care if we are not related, I have a little sister I never knew about for thirteen years!"

"What?!?" Ayame's little brain was trying to understand the whole situation. She had the feeling that everything was on a serious tune. No doubt, the only explanation was this: Her new so called brother is an idiot!

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Chapter 8: Kyoya and Ayame have to meet Raji Patel and his wife. What kind of impression will she leave on them? Will Kyoya find an naswer to his question? Look forward to the next chapter!

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