I don't know what to say. But I know that you're all waiting for Tsukasa Domyouji! Right? Ha! (okay, here he is…Presenting The Great Tsukasa Domyouji! .:clap your hands guys:. hahaha)…

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The mansion of the Domyouji family can be equaled to every palace there is on Europe. The Victorian castle boasts forty-five bedrooms – five on the lower floor, and forty on the upper chamber. They even have an indoor and an outdoor swimming area, four dining areas, and fifteen entertainment rooms. Aside from these things, they also have their own library just beside their castle, two guest houses, and own lake.

But that was the house that the family had never graced their presence on two years now, for they have been in New York for mainly three reasons. One, aside from being the empress of Japan, Kaede Domyouji is also an entrepreneur who opened the Domyouji Financial Corporation to support their country and one of their bases is established in New York. Two, Tsubaki Domyouji, her elder daughter, is getting married to a businessman and son of a politician, who is of a Japanese race but has been in New York for almost fifteen years. And three, Tsukasa Domyouji, her only heir to the throne and company, is being trained there.

"Young master, your ride is ready." An old lady called out to the young man wearing a black tux, sitting comfortably on the couch while reading the business section of the newspaper. He looked up to the old lady.

He stood up from the couch, still holding the newspaper with him.

The men dressed in black bowed half of their body as he made his way to their direction. He just passed by them. They walked through the white-painted walls and carpeted floor. He became used to the place their mother had bought for them to live in while they are staying in New York. Well, it was more of a building, actually. The building was bought and had some renovations so that it could match up to their Victorian house back in their country. But since this is New York, and most of the establishments are in building form, Kaede decided to have their own.

They were on the elevator when one of his men started talking. "Young master, your schedule today for the nine in the morning meeting has been moved to eleven this morning." He started. "Sir Nishida has also been appointed as your new secretary starting tomorrow and I have been placed for the company duties." He added.

Tsukasa, the reluctant heir, nodded in silence. He doesn't really want to become an heir. For him, being an heir means being tied to obligations that includes being stiff-necked-jerk who only thinks about the progress of the company and being an heir to the throne means being acquainted to the term "manners" which his mother often tells him he lacks of.

Manners in the sense of being serious about caring for their company and their country. Honestly, if she would just ask him, he'd definitely say he wants to be free of expressing himself by being free. He has been told not to laugh loudly or others might think he's barbaric. He has even been told to lessen his time talking to people lower than his rank.

That's one thing he doesn't like about his mother – she's always thinking about their rank in the society and what society would tell them if he would be seen being friends with people who doesn't have a say in the society. He has to be perfect in the eyes of everyone.

He sighed at the thought of his perfect-turned-annoying life. Why annoying? Imagine yourself attending a normal school and five of your personal securities are actually inside your classroom who prevents everyone to even just give a glimpse at you. And imagine having ten people 

escorting you to your car and another batch of fifteen is waiting for you at the entrance of your car! That's why.

When the elevator doors opened, the sight of a black limousine shines through his eyes as the limo was parked just at the entrance door of the building. Two of his men opened the glass door for him as he made his way to the limo. And again, one of his men opened the car door for him.

These men even prevents the media to have a close look at him or even to take photos of him that's why no one has been bothering to snap a shot to the heir of the Domyouji clan. Because if they do, they will surely lose everything that they have.

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Darkness was all over the place. A cigarette was lit on the hands of the young man Akira Mimasaka, who was sitting silently on his office chair. Fragmented memories from his past are all over his mind once more. He could hear voices cursing and crying in agony. He closed his eyes and everything came flashing back like a slideshow on his mind.

He was driving his sports car as fast as he could, hoping to get a little closer to the black car he was chasing. There was a flash and he saw the face of a girl filled with terror.

Akira breathed deeply.

There were gunshots everywhere, trying to hit him but he was lucky that only his car was hit by the bullets and nothing on any part of his body.

He fired back – hitting one of the car tires.

And before he knew it, there was an explosion as the black car collided with another vehicle as he, too, made a crash on a street light. His head hit the steering wheel and lost consciousness. He was awoken by the sirens of the police cars and the hands carrying him out of his car.

He opened his eyes. "Are you okay?" one of the paramedics asked.

The blurry vision of a girl's figure being carried out of the black car, surrounded by a numerous number of policemen made him totally gain his consciousness back. He stepped forward only to see that the girl was covered with blood which came out from her head.

"NOOOOOO!!" he cried at the girl's dead body.

Akira clenched his fist as tears flowing out of his eyes. It has been nearly six years and the past still haunts him up to this very day. If only he could turn the hands of time before that incident happened, he would have chosen a different path. And maybe, just maybe, no one got hurt and she might still be alive.

The tension, the hatred, and everything else that made him feel angry were gathered on his fist. Especially when pictures of the girl when she was still alive start appearing on his mind. He lost temper and let everything go in one powerful punch that makes his office desk break in two. There were bruises on his fist as a result.

And just then, a beautiful young lady with curls came in his office, opening the lights. She looked alarmed but when she saw him, she froze for a moment. She let herself in and closed his office door at once.

"Akira!" she called out while pacing on his direction for aid. She held up his hand with bruises and instantly took out her pink handkerchief to wipe off the blood strains on his wrist. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?" she asked him worriedly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked instead, coldly and unconsciously telling her that her presence is not wanted in that room.

The girl merely stared at him for a moment before answering. "I was about to go to the Branch Manager's office when I heard a noise coming from here. I thought someone broke into your office, but instead, I found you looking like this." She explained.

He paused. "Leave."

"Akira…"

"I said, leave!"

But the girl didn't move any muscle.

That was when he faced her. "Didn't you hear me, Sakurako? I ordered you to leave! Go!"

A hint of hurt was all over Sakurako Sanjo's face. She pouted and her forehead was crumpled, glaring at the angry face of Akira Mimasaka. "Fine!" she said stiffly and she hesitantly marched off towards his office door. She closed the door with a great thud.

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"Tsukushi!" Yuki called out as they were having a late lunch and early dinner. Rui sat across Tsukushi and just beside Soujiro while Yuki sat beside her. But Tsukushi seemed not paying attention to her. She was still reading tons of papers she brought along with her. Yuki's forehead crumpled at that fact. She snatched Tsukushi's papers to get her attention.

"Yuki?!" she protested. "Give me that back!"

Yuki shook her head in disagreement. "Tsukushi, we're not here for work!" she told her while she put the papers on her own bag before turning back to her best friend. "Just for once, Tsukushi." She held up her forefinger. "Can you not sit back and relax?"

Tsukushi sighed. "No." she answered shortly. "Now, can you please give me back those papers before I storm out of this fancy restaurant?" she threatened.

Yuki looked to Rui and Soujiro for help but nothing came. Reluctantly, she gave back the papers that she took from Tsukushi.

"Thank you!" Tsukushi managed to say in between sarcasm and gratefulness.

Yuki pouted and frowned at the same time.

Soujiro couldn't believe his eyes. He shook his head after witnessing the scene between Yuki and Tsukushi. "Honestly, Tsukushi." He called but just like before, Tsukushi seemed to be not paying attention once again as she buries her head back on the papers she was reading. "Do you even know the meaning of 'relax' and 'chill out'?"

Tsukushi glared at him and Rui laughed. "Honestly, Soujiro." He imitated Soujiro's voice. "Do you really have to ask the obvious?"

The three of them laughed as Tsukushi curled her upper lip. "Ha! Be thankful that I'm the kind of boss who doesn't fire you for your lack of hard work!" she told them.

"Ha! Be thankful you have employees like us who has…" Yuki started.

"…eyes for unique fashion statement!" the three chorused and burst out in laughter as they teased Tsukushi for being such a stiff workaholic.

"If you fire us, you'd be as good as dead." Rui told her flatly.

"Because you can never find another 'us'." Yuki added.

"Face it Tsukushi, you should be the one to be thankful for having us." Soujiro finished with a wink and sign of peace.

Tsukushi smirked and went back to the papers she was reading. To be honest, she really is grateful for having them as her co-workers and friends. Without them, she won't even make it this far. And even if they drive her nuts because of their carefree-way of working, she admits to herself that she owe them everything she has.

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Reality is reality. Tsukasa thought drastically and sighing at the fact that he doesn't like the way his life turned out. He doesn't like being the prisoner of his own world – being the heir and all seems to be one difficult responsibility.

As part of their routine to avoid the heavy traffic, they made a detour where dead neighbourhood can be found – the place seemed like an abandoned place and the buildings were either burnt down or collapsed through a heavy earthquake.

Soon after he has rode in the car and started to turn to the next block, on the way to the main road, two red SUV's appeared right in front of them, causing traffic. The securities on the first car went out to see and help if there were any problems and Tsukasa seemed to never bother looking up. He just took out his book and started reading it. When all of a sudden, they heard gunshots and two of their securities were lying on the grounds, blood dripping out of their heads where they were shot.

The securities on his car pulled out their handguns as well, even his driver did so. To his horror, four men dressed in white with masks on their faces was fast approaching his car and firing bullets at them. His securities, however, managed to hit two of them.

"Young Master, we have to go." one of his securities told him as he drags him out of the car. Two securities were on his side as more of the men in white clothes and masks appeared from their sight. The securities on the third car were firing bullets as well to cover their Young Master.

"Take him to safety!" one of the securities called out to the security he is with. "Take the third car!" he added and Tsukasa, with two other securities headed to the third car. He was at the backseat and the other two was in front of them.

"Take cover, young master." The one driving told him to duck under the backseat of the car. He drove as fast as he could just to get them all in the main road when he heard a gunshot. He peered to see and much to his horror, the one driving their escape car was dead with blood coming out from his forehead. He looked up at the man, who managed to stop the car, and was grinning, at his horrified look.

"Jesus!" was all Tsukasa managed to say under his breath.

The man, dressed in the uniform of his securities, went out of the car and pulled him out as soon as he reached him. Tsukasa nervously, and hesitantly, went out of the car. The gun was pointing at his forehead. He gulped as he went out of the black car. The main road was just a meter away from his sight.

They were on the open field, and even if there are gun shots all over the place, no one would certainly hear it. Maybe the bees or earthworms on the overgrown grass would hear it, but could they help him escape? Not a chance.

They were standing face to face now. No one was moving a muscle. Silence and tension filled the air. It was his last day on earth. The air he is breathing in is his last breath to take and after this, his life would be over. And thinking about heaven doesn't even help, for he imagined it to be white. Just like the mansion he's living in. All white.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot me." He told the person who was pretending to be one of his securities, as if challenging him to shoot him. But he knew that wasn't a good plan. Because, what if he really do what he told him? He is, of course, paid to kill him.

The guy simply smirked. "I need you alive, kid." He answered him. "If I kill you know, it's as if I just bid my billion-dollar goodbye." He added, talking about the ransom money.

"So, you'll take me as your hostage?" he asked even if he knew that the answer to his question is a simple 'yes'. The gun was still fixed on his forehead as the man smirked in victory.

The man forced him to face the other way and pulled out a hand cuff. And before he could even cuff the hand of his victim, he was lying on the ground with his head throbbing in pain. He just got a high kick from his victim. And it was no ordinary high kick; it was something powerful that all he could see was a blurry vision of his victim running away before he lost consciousness.

And, without any hesitations, Tsukasa ran as fast as he could towards the main road. He knew that his killer wouldn't kill him yet, and so, he took his chance and flee. After all, he was the track and field star player back in college. And what was his martial arts skill for? He didn't study martial arts just for fun; he studied it for he knew that this day would come. He wasn't stupid, and he knew that his death threat letters meant something. That's what he doesn't like about being one of the rich and famous. His head comes with a golden tag price.

When he reaches the main road – cars, cabs and buses were on his sight. Even bicycles and motorcycles. He doesn't know which of them he should ask for help. The first thing that registered to his mind is to look for a by-standing police officer who is regulating the traffic flow. But he couldn't see a single cop from where he was standing.

"THERE HE IS! GET HIM!" hearing those words meant harm to him. He gave a quick glance from the direction of the voice that called out and only to find out that it was some of his abductors. They were running towards him and the next thing he knew, he was inside a private car alone with a middle-aged, Japanese man.

"Hey, I know you." He smiled at him for they were the only ones in the car.

But he didn't give any attention to his acknowledgement. When he saw his two abductors running before him, he turned to the middle-aged guy. "Can you take me to the airport?" he asked worriedly and the guy just nodded. "Take me there." He told him and got a puzzled look from the guy's face. "I'll pay you." He added.

Knowing that he was the richest guy in their country, the middle-aged guy shrugged his shoulder and started the engine and drove the car just before Tsukasa's abductors reached him. Then, there were gunshots aiming for the car.

"What the – hrmf??"

"Please, just drive as fast as you can. I need to get away from them. I swear I'll pay you." He told the owner of the car. "If I get out alive, I'll send my men to you to pay you for the damages of your car, too."

"If you say so." He said and did what he was asked to do. He drove his car as fast as he could. And finding out that there was no heavy traffic that day, made both Tsukasa and the driver thankful that they got away from those men with guns. Still they fear if they were being followed. 

But not a single car was following their directions so they knew that they got away from the bad guys.

As soon as he was on the airport, he stepped out from the car right after giving his so-called rescuer two-thousand US dollar in crisp, paper cash. He got in as soon as possible. Good thing that he always carry with him his wallet and passport.

He went towards the information center where a woman was behind the desk and was blushing to see him face-to-face. "Good morning, sir. W-what can I…do for you?" she asked.

"I need to know which flight is going out of the country in five minutes." He told her, not wasting any time.

"Oh." She said and typed on her computer to see the flight records for today. "We have a flight bound to the Japan in ten minutes. That's the earliest of flights to get out of the country for today. The next is bound to Germany but will be aboard in an hour." She told him.

Tsukasa nodded his head upon hearing this information. "Could you book me a flight bound to the Japan?" he asked her, using his charm with people.

The woman behind the desk blushed. "Uhm… I'm not sure, sir." She told him.

Tsukasa then held her hands and the woman blushed more. She was older than him by three or four years, to be in fact. But he needs to charm this woman for his life. "Please, I need to get out of the country as fast as I could." He told her gently. "Or else, I might lose my head." He added, not sure if it were the right words to tell her.

In five minutes later, he got his plane ticket bound to the Japan – his hometown which he hasn't visited for years now. He was in class A, where most people of high ranks situated. He was wearing dark tinted glasses he bought from a young man who looks like an American, along with a cap. He held out his passport and smirked. It was his other passport, where his real name wasn't written there, instead, it was a made-up name so that no one could trace him.

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Author's Note: Talk about grand appearance, huh? Heeheehee… so what do you guys think of this "Tsukasa's grand appearance" chapter? Heeheehee… I kept you waiting for his appearance so, was the wait all worth it? I hope so… :)

To anime07, I have read your review and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you're so excited for Tsukasa's appearance and here it is…so, how was it? Did you (and all of you) like the way I plotted his appearance? :)

--Now we can spend Tsukasa x Tsukushi moments soon…--

To lhotshot83, Akira has appeared on the third chapter and yes, you spelled his name right… thanks for the review as well… :)

To blueprincess16, thanks for the constant reviews and your guess with regard to Soujiro and Akira is – well, correct… :) Anyways, about your question from the second chapter, I still don't know if I will be pairing Rui with Shizuka or with someone else (except for Tsukushi and Yuki that is, they're taken! Heeheehee)… :)

--Now that's one problem left…Who am I going to pair with Rui? ;)--

To FilmMaker, thank you once again for your review… I know you're also wondering what happened between the two playboys… well, what can I say? Just keep on reading and you'll find out eventually… I've been (or I'll be) using some flashbacks through Akira (maybe through Soujiro too) and maybe you can just guess what happened… :)

Review then, please? :)