Chapter 8 - Be careful or tragedy will ensue
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A/N – sorry it took so long, I had to write a 2000 word essay on killer T cells, for biology :S
And then when I finally finished the chapter fanfiction wouldn't let me sign in, it was so unfair :'(
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I had to use some form of trigger, if I just up and left then surely Reo would inform the Koizumi's that something was wrong, and then everything I have done up until now would be wasted. I have an idiot and as an extra plus it's going to make my family seriously pissed off at Reo…
That is if they care, I wonder if they have forgotten about me, or if they have decided that I'm no good and don't deserve the title of family head.
So tonight I decided to provoke Reo, oh it was fun, I got to tell him to stick propriety up his ass and that I wouldn't take his last name even if he beat me to death. I even got to spit on him at one point.
He was so angry that he could have been confused with a caveman, unintelligible words left his mouth as he drew his belt back to hit me again, this time I moved directly into its path letting it split my lip wide open, so that the blood would spill over the bottom half of my face, and even he wasn't stupid enough to continue once I had sustained a facial injury knowing that it would cause problems, instead he locked me in my room, just like I had hoped and planned, with any luck I would have a day before he even consider checking on me, this punishment was a common occurrence, little did he know that I just jump from my window and hang with Koko until it's over and I'm 'free' to roam around again.
My Uncle did say if I ever need him, I knew where to find him and after the beating I had just 'received' I think it's the perfect time to cash in on that promise.
The 4 hour journey back to Shiki seemed to take impossibly long, even in the back of the different cabs I kept glancing out at the other cars suspiciously,.
Sure my father taught me how to move unnoticed but I can't help fill on edge, no matter how well my plan went down it was still going to be bad. And I wasn't even sure if that after my father disappeared and I left, that the old warehouse was still being used as the main headquarters, but it was my best shot and first real stop, that didn't included changing cabs.
My doubts it seems were uncalled for, as I stand at the main entrance, watching the guard make his rounds, he was dressed in a full black suit, and looked like most security guards, well maybe the fact that he was 6 foot 5 and built like a brick wall would put intruders off, but the cufflinks peeking out under his blazer was prof he would be far more dangerous than a normal man, each the shape of half the family crest, polished and shinned so that when the sun shone upon them it reflected back in a blinding beam of light.
That's what I like to see, someone who is proud of being a part of my family, I had been around my mother so long, I was starting to forget that not everyone hated being a member of my clan, only she did.
Well let's put him to the test, because pride comes before a fall. And boy it looks like it would hurt if he fell from up there.
I remember when my father gave me my crest, he said that they were made using a unique alloy, and that's why each family member only gets one, if you're stupid enough to lose it, or give it away its basically the same a forfeiting your right to be a member of the family, my locket had left my neck only once, and that was merely so I could place my mother's ring on the same chain, after Reo, I didn't fill she had the right to own it anymore, and of cause I was NEVER going to let him get his grubby little hands on it.
The guard spotted me as I approached, I didn't slow even when he pulled his gun on me, no Yukihara should show weakness, especially to a lower family member, he hesitated and I guess after factoring in my size, height and age – I'm barely 4 foot, and my petite fame doesn't give much away – he lowered the gun slightly and his tense stance became marginally more relaxed, however he was still edgy, anticipating an attack only now composed and professional.
Good at least I know the guards haven't been slacking off in appearance training, after all if you could win by buffing why bother fighting and wasting the energy.
"This is private property little girl, you need to leave" he called out as I sustained my steady pace towards him, god how I wished to tell him how right he was, and that it was MY property, but I kept my loud mouth shut for once knowing those words could and would be taken as a threat, and I really don't want to see if I can still evade bullets right now, instead I chose the formal way in which a client or a new customer would reply.
"I have business with the current head, Shiki Yukihara, and would advise you to step aside… Sir." I could fill his rising tension and shock radiating from him, where I stand a few feet away I didn't want to get to close in case he decided to act upon the distrust in his eyes.
"Sorry but he is a very busy man, and isn't seeing clients today, there are important family matters to deal with, so run along home little girl" he SNEERED at ME, does this patronising git have ANY idea that if I wanted him to be dead he would have been already!
No Mikan he doesn't so calm down before you kill a member of your own family, so I took a deep solid breath and coolly stated "What a coincidence I AM FAMILY, but I don't have much patients for fools so step aside NOW!" I could see him struggling to withhold his laughter, I inched closer keeping my face void of emotions, and he immediately pulled his gun up in line with my head, so I pulled my locket above my shirt allowing him a full view of the crest.
"How did you…" I didn't allow him to finish that question, his hand had crawled towards the trigger of the gun, so I grabbed his wrist and twisted it in the wrong direction until the reassuring snapping sound was heard, before an agonising breached his lips and others came running to his aid, I jabbed his voice box silencing it, finally chopping the point where his neck meets his spin, with enough force to kill an ordinary man, but as a member of my clan he was only knocked unconscious, all of his injuries would heal, but they would take time and it would be painful, serves him right for pissing me off.
I grabbed his unconscious body by the collar of his shirt and started dragging him along behind me, well I could hardly leave him there I want to surprise my uncle and what better way that with an comatose henchman, it didn't take long to reach his office, and I met no more resistance along the way which in itself was strange, it must be the monthly meeting between the branch heads and the boss, it was one of the only times in which the boss refused to see clients, the others being things like giving birth and dyeing, but I don't think I have to really worry about my uncle in either of those aspects, nonetheless the monthly meeting would be very useful this way I only have to explain the situation once!
When reaching his door I didn't bother to knock I just laid the unconscious guard against the frame and turned the nob, the electric jolts greeted me like an old friend, and the door fell inwards with all the extra weight pressed on it he landed on his face and I heard a crack… damn that's got to hurt… he must have pride that rivals Natsume.
I waited until I heard the steady click of many triggers being pulled back on the hand guns within the room before revealing myself.
"Uncle Shiki, next time you place a guard I think you might wanted to look into their ability's more carefully" I causally told him, hands in the pockets of the dungarees I was currently wearing – that's right I never did explain my day to day outfits, well if I dress myself normally it's jeans, dungarees and sweat, with simple plain T's, aka the easiest clothes to be mobile in, whereas if my mother see me, she forces me into dresses, skirts and these frilly things that I THINK are meant to pass for tops. Anyway - I walked in the room using the man's body as a make shift platform, coming to rest on his head, stared at my uncle then gave one of my biggest smiles, he hadn't changed a single bit in the last 4 and a half years… well he looked slightly worn and his hair was thinning and grey at the sides but that's all really.
"Mikan… My eyes must be deceiving me; you devil how on earth are you here? Why on earth are you here?" His smile mimicked mine as his familiar voice washed over me.
"I'm not the devil, I'm his daughter…" I stuck my tongue out at him. But then all the playfulness left my voice.
"We need to talk."