The flower pays no mind to its stem; she cannot see it. One thing we both can see though is the sun. He nourishes us and gives us the strength to live, yet it's different for the flower. With her gaze upon him, she is able to reach towards him with her petals and embrace the sun's gift. All I can do is support the flower. My leaves dry in his cold glances, although the flower does not notice.

I thought that by getting close to her daughter, she would notice me as more than just her advisor… and she has. Now, she sees me as her daughter's friend, a reliable man whom she can trust with the pride of her life. Perhaps it's better like this. As long as she's happy or at least content, that's all that matters, right? I thought that after closing my heart off from the world for so long to avoid getting hurt, and hurting others, my heart would be fresh and pure enough to hold this feeling again. I see now that it's nothing but withered; shrinking away from the light as it emerges from darkness. I wonder, if I had the ability to, would I close my heart off from the world, from her, and push away these feelings in order to be free of this pain?


The grand doors thundered shut and several servers came up to the party to take their umbrellas and wet coats. A slight hint of irritation was present in Wadou's small black eyes as he smoothed back his short, black, greasy hair with his hand. Droplets of water fell from them and onto the maroon carpet. Segawa leaned forward to the two girls. "That is Wadou." he whispered to them. They nodded in understanding and watched as he walked down the steps. Masaya Wadou wore a black tuxedo with the dress shirt being white and a pink bowtie. His tubby assistant Yagi, wearing a typical tuxedo followed him down the stairs, the ever-present look of worry and fear was in his eyes as he occasionally glanced at his boss and then back to the floor. A very pretty and petite woman followed him. She had long black hair that fell to her waist in slight waves and light-brown eyes. She wore a simple gown of turquoise that fell to the tops of her blue-heeled feet.

As the scowling man descended the stair he spotted Takayama chatting with a man that worked for him (Wadou). He scowled some more and stormed down the stairs in a discreet manner and greet the man, "Hello, Takayama, Mr. Hara, good evening." The old man smiled at him.

"Good evening Director Wadou." he greeted him. They heard the vibration of a phone, the old man answered his phone and a frown came to his face. He excused himself from the group and walked away with his date following after him.

Back at Takayama and Wadou's table; Segawa sighed and muttered, "Oh, dear." He got up from his chair, pushed it back in, and said to the girls, "Excuse me, I need to attend to Takayama in case something nasty happens." He turned around to walk away when Rihoko grabbed his sleeve.

"Hey! Let me go with you! This is our first mission as the LADB!" she exclaimed. Masane chuckled behind her gloved hand. "You too, mom! Your melons will make him stop dead in his tracks!" she said to Masane who looked at her in a surprised and embarrassed way. Segawa pushed up his glasses and offered his hand to Masane who pushed out her seat to get up.

"Right. Well, then, shall we go?" he said to them. She took his hand, at which a warm feeling spread from his hand, and he pulled her up. The three proceeded to Takayama's unasked-for aid with Segawa leading them.

"So, Takayama," Wadou said in his always sneering and/or mean voice, "I understand that the Special Division had quite the trouble in helping make that deal with Kwok Industries. Douji Heavy Industries, however, had no problem at all in making what they required of us." Takayama closed his eyes and then looked passionlessly at the man.

"Actually, our only complications were the requirements that your sector dumped on us because you couldn't deal with them." He stared into Wadou's cold eyes. The scrawny man bit his lips and glared at Takayama. He wasn't aware of this, as he had been in all honesty on a not-much-needed vacation during most of the time that the deal was in progress. "I thought that you were informed of that, Wadou."

"Why you—!" Wadou growled until he was interrupted by a had of black hair bobbing up next to him. He looked down with his beady black eyes to see the most adorable little girl that he had ever seen (not that he has seen that many children before). Takayama's assistant Segawa was walking towards them as well with a beautiful and voluptuous woman next to him. Segawa and Yagi gave a small bow to each other. As the woman came closer it was as if Wadou's bowtie had suddenly gotten tighter. He gasped. "S-Segawa, who is this beautiful woman with you? Surely not your wife and this adorable child your daughter?" Wadou asked Segawa (since it was with Segawa that Masane and Rihoko walked over there). Segawa raised his hands and waved them from side to side.

"This woman is Masane Amaha, Mr. Takayama's date. And this girl is Rihoko Amaha, a niece of Ms. Amaha's whom she is caring for a few weeks." Segawa explained to them. Wadou seemed to still be shaken by Masane's appearance, not as much by Rihoko's cuteness though. The man attempted smiling at Takayama who looked at him as dourly as ever. Rihoko spoke up.

"Mr. Wadou, you're sitting with us!" His thin eyebrows twitched slightly and as he fixed his bowtie he said with a slight grimace,

"Is that so…" In a small movement, Wadou discreetly scratched his leg (although the ever-observant Segawa saw this) and Yagi came up next to him with a cell-phone in his hand.

"A phone-call for you, Director." Yagi said to him. The phone was off, actually, which meant that due to Yagi's negligence in attending to this detail he would later be punished in some way. Segawa had to pity the poor man.

Masaya Wadou turned and took the phone from him. "Thank you, Yagi." he said. "Please excuse me, this is an urgent call." he told Takayama and his group. He then walked away with his phone to his ear, talking to no one. Yagi and Wadou's date reluctantly followed him. Segawa and Takayama chuckled and smirked. Rihoko looked up to Segawa and asked him,

"I don't get it, why are you laughing?"

"That 'phone-call' was a fake. Wadou signaled to his assistant by scratching his leg to pretend that there was a call for him and give him the phone, to give Wadou an excuse to run away." The girls laughed and Masane called him (Wadou) a coward. The lights were dimming, signaling that an important speech would start soon. Masane and Rihoko hit the buffet bar once more and returned to the table with Segawa and Takayama. Next to Segawa was Yagi who was next to Wadou. Between Reiji and Wadou was Wadou's date whose name Masane found out to be was Saki. She was a sweet, reticent, and animal-loving girl (as Rihoko discovered when showing Saki her wallet of photos with a picture of Punta, the large and wrinkly brown dog of the man who sailed Rihoko and Masane to Tokyo). She was the daughter of Douji Heavy Industries'

The table was very quite in comparison to the other occupied tables of the lightly chattering people. Wadou kept glancing out the corners of his eyes at Takayama who was quietly eating his food. The lights dimmed some more and an applause grew as a spotlight was fixed upon a middle-aged man. He thanked the audience for coming and he proceeded with speech that really only the Douji employees were listening to. Rihoko meanwhile was forming smiley-faces with chocolate-shaving on some small cupcakes that she had helped the kitchen crew make via a recipe she made that the head chef asked for from Takayama when they were at a luncheon at Takayama's office, snacking on some extra cupcakes that Rihoko had brought in. There happened to be seven cupcakes on the plate and so when she was done she gave one to each person at the table. Yagi thanked her with a warm smile, which he cautiously made after looking at Wadou first. The speech ended some short time later and everyone clapped as he walked off the small erected stage. Everyone bit out of Rihoko's cupcakes and were overtaken in their deliciousness. Masane was overjoyed by her daughter's food as usual. Segawa took a bite out of his and smiled at her pleasantly.

"Why, Miss Rihoko, your cupcakes are amazing! Thank you!" he said to her. Wadou's expression was unbelievable to the adults that knew him. His eyes were on the verge of watering.

"These-- these cupcakes are…exquisite! Never have I tasted anything like them!" he exclaimed in a gasp, he inhaled the rest of the cupcake. Even Reiji seemed taken back by them again, although his reaction wasn't as interesting as Wadou's.

The orchestra began playing some mid-tempo three-time music. Masane swayed from side-to-side in her chair in time with the music. She leaned towards Takayama and hooked her left arm through his right.

"Reiji, let's go dance!" she said to him, pulling on his arm, gently.

"What?" he asked her, looking at her strangely without completely becoming decomposed.

"I'm you're date, right?" Masane whispered to him in a leering fashion, "so let's go dance and make it seem like I'm one, got it?" He put on a slight grin and looked at her in the eyes. He un-hooked his arm from her, pushed out his chair and got up. He pushed back in the chair and offered his hand to Masane who could almost blush at how nice and gentlemanly he was being towards her. She took his hand and he pulled her up from her seat, pushed in her chair, and the two walked away without a word to the table and to the dance floor with her gloved hand on his arm.

Hiroki gazed at them as they walked away for only a few seconds (whereas everyone else continued staring at the couple until they started dancing), and returned to his glass of wine that a server had just filled. She looked happy, truly.

Upon hearing his employer start grumbling to himself and growling, Yagi straightened his posture and slowly turned his head towards the ever-scowling douche bag Wadou. The man was glaring at Takayama's form as he waltzed a simple routine with Ms. Amaha. He turned around to face Saki and smiled. The smile was scaring her a bit.

"Let's dance, shall we, Saki?" he said to her. He grabbed her petite hand and walked furiously onto the dance floor with Saki stumbling behind. Rihoko turned around in her seat and rested her chin and elbows on the back of it to watch.

"I've never seen anyone dance so angrily before!" she exclaimed. Yagi and Segawa chuckled. Her friend commented,

"Yes, I must agree. And it seems that Wadou's presence has gotten to Takayama." He said this because moments after Wadou and Saki stepped onto the wooden floor, Takayama began doing some spins and other advanced waltzing things with Masane, who didn't really know what to do much of the time. Thanks to his big build and strength, though, she was able to be lead by him; his arms and hands moving and twisting her body this way and that. Wadou too was trying out some fancy moves, but it seemed that Saki was the better dancer of the two.

Things were getting heated up on the floor, as even the other dancers were noticing the growing tension between Takayama and Wadou. Once or twice, Masane looked over Takayama's shoulders or to the side to look at Rihoko and begged with her eyes for them to do something. Rihoko turned to her right and said to Segawa,

"Mr. Segawa, would you like to dance?" He looked at her in surprise.

"Are you sure you want to dance with me? I'm much taller than you so it may be difficult."

"That doesn't matter! And, besides, maybe we can get Mr. Wadou and Mr. Takayama to be nicer if we're there!" explained the girl. Segawa smiled, exhaled, and said to her,

"I would be honored to dance with you, Miss Rihoko." He got up and bowed to Rihoko and extended his hand to her. She giggled and took it. She practically skipped to the dance floor with Segawa following behind after he gave a short bow to lonely Yagi.

Masane seemed very happy to see her daughter on the floor and Saki thought it was cute, whereas the men were just surprised. Because of their great differences in height, Segawa merely bent down a bit with Rihoko's hands in his, and they playfully waltzed, as in putting in random twirls and sways. Once, when Reiji and Masane were dancing near the two, Masane let go her hand of Takayama's and patted Rihoko on the head, and then Segawa on the back roughly. In another number when Segawa looked over to their table, he saw Yagi speaking with a young woman. She had on a dark-blue dress and short brown cropped hair. She was kind of short and slightly stocky, like Yagi, and she was the manager of one of Douji's sectors.

The tension between the two rivals seemed to have faded, or at least back to the usual amount of tension by the time the third number ended. Segawa gave a bow to Rihoko. "Thank you for the dance, Miss Rihoko." he said to her. She curtseyed.

"You're quite welcome Mr. Segawa!" she said in a giggle. Her mother came up from behind her and bear-hugged her.

"Hey, Riko! I didn't know you could dance so well! Great job!" exclaimed her mother. She looked into Segawa's light-brown eyes. "Thank you, Segawa, for letting Riko drag you into that."

Flattered that she would think of him, waved his hand at the thought and smiled. "It was no problem, really." They all went back to the table and to their great surprise they found Yagi missing in action. Wadou turned to the side and glared at his assistant who was walking away with the young woman he had been speaking with earlier, and towards the ball floor. The orchestra was now playing an mid-tempo song alike to a quick-step or swing. Masane was downing another glass of wine since she was a bit exhausted from being dragged and pulled in the strangest ways (to her at least) while dancing with Reiji. The servers only catered water, wine, and some cocktails, but she felt that neither water nor cocktails would go with the cake she was eating…had eaten.

Wadou and Takayama too were drinking some shots of light alcohol, glaring at each other as they quickly finished off one glass to the next. A few glasses later, Masaya was getting a bit goofy from the alcohol. It seemed that after all those years in college from drinking hardcore, he had withered down to the type of middle-aged man who couldn't even handle low-content alcoholic beverages. Masane got up from her chair and stretched her arms and then walked over to between Segawa and Rihoko. He didn't have very high hopes that she was there to speak with him, only with her daughter.

"Hey, Segawa." Masane said to him. Hiroki looked up, he fought back a blush that was moving into his cheeks. Their brown eyes locked.

"Yes, Masane?"

"Do you want to dance with me?" she asked him. She must've been drunk. That's what his brain kept trying to tell his quivering heart. It was hard to tell if the blush on her cheeks was her makeup or the wine.

"Me?" he said, not really directed at her. He wondered if Takayama heard what she had said. He was afraid to look over in his direction. Instead, he looked down and away from all of them. "Oh, no, I couldn't—."

"Aw, c'mon! Even Yagi's got a date to dance with!" Masane said to him. She had her hand on the back of his chair as she was leaning slightly towards him. He was about to reaffirm his answer when he hesitated for a short while. He looked back up to her and into her eyes. Using the courage he had somehow found, he rested his left hand on top of hers on the chair.

"I would love to dance with you, Masane."

She smiled and gave a wide grin of victory. She may have had a few glasses, but Masane had not consumed nearly enough wine to have it affect her judgment or character. Using her other hand, she grabbed the hand he had on top of her right and she pulled him up from his chair, which Rihoko pushed in, and started walking towards the floor. "Let's go!" she said in a sing-song voice. Hiroki was tired of pretending to be embarrassed, tired of pretending to be slightly annoyed with the young woman just for his boss, and so he finally smiled and laughed. They approached the floor, the soft and slow music of the orchestra as in the tempo of a waltz. He stepped to before her and bowed, she gave a small curtsey with a smirk, thinking he was such an uptight pretty-boy. She set her hand on his right shoulder near his neck and he set his right hand just below her left shoulder-blade. Hiroki gently took up her hand and stepped forward.

All the world meant nothing to him. Nothing but her mattered in his mind. The steps his feet took; he could hardly feel as they glided slowly on the floor. Traditionally, the man and woman were meant to keep a fair distance from one another's bodies, and not look at the other, but at one point they became physically closer. Hiroki wasn't sure if it was him that had pulled her closer or her, but now the space between the faces was naught more than four or five inches. Her perfume was light but he could smell a sweet flower, and she was more than just beautiful up close. He didn't dance as Reiji had with Masane. Rather, he did very simple moves, never once letting go of her gloved hand. The warmth of her body in his hands and so close to his own, the scent of her hair and body filled him with a feeling he had thought had withered away in the heart he had thought to be dried up. Unconsciously, his hand had slipped to just above her waist and his left arm had relaxed a bit. He looked to her face and found, to his surprise, her brown eyes gazing back at him.

"What is it?" asked Masane. She was so close to him, his heart beat faster, he was worried she would feel or hear it. But, for some reason, he felt so calm. He ignored his heart.

He gave a pleasant smile and replied, "Nothing." She looked away, rolling her eyes in a sarcastic way and smiled. The song was coming to an end. She was still looking over his shoulder, just as she was meant to, although Hiroki was still gazing at her. As they continued to waltz he brought his face closer to her, although Masane failed to notice. Now, he could feel his heart beating harder, his breathe coming short. How close they were dancing together now was hardly appropriate for a waltz of any kind. He opened his lips slightly in a barely visible way as he brought his head closer to her. The warmth of her, and the feelings that were surging throughout his body and heart were truly enveloping his being.

The song ended and Masane's hand left his shoulder, he let her right hand slip from his left. "Thank you for the dance, Segawa, you're certainly better at handling women nicely than Reiji." she said to him. He smiled at that.

"Why, thank you, Masane. It was a pleasure to dance with you." The dance floor was getting less crowded now that it was nearing nine, most of the guests were just sitting down and having a drink with their friends and colleagues or walking around and taking a tour of the grand place, looking at the sculptures and other pieces of art around the building. As he walked back, Rihoko ran by him. He turned his face slightly to see Masane bend down and embrace/catch the girl. He adjusted his glasses and sat down in his seat, two chairs from Takayama and two chairs from Wadou. How wonderful. It seemed that in the several minutes that he had been gone Wadou had now become a very cranky middle-aged man after many drinks, with Takayama developing a slight headache. Saki was talking with some gentleman a few yards away at another table, enjoying herself. Segawa reached for his wine and took a sip when Takayama suddenly spoke in a drunk voice.

"So, how was dancing with Masane? She's something isn't she?" he said with a strange smirk on his face. Wadou's face was resting on the table now.

"It was fine, sir. I'm quite impressed at how well she can dance for a beginner." Segawa told him. His smile was beginning to fade. He was no fool; something was up with Takayama, regardless that he was near-drunk.

"Yeah…for a primate she's a decent dancer," he commented, relaxing in his chair and tilting his head back and slightly away from Segawa, "But, hey, I like primates!" The younger man tried to show no concern on his face at these words. When he looked back to where Rihoko and Masane had hugged, he found them to be dancing together. A little further away from them was Yagi and the young woman slowly dancing, both dancing averagely although nicely.

"I don't think she's a primate at all…" he thought. Around 9:30 they were setting out to leave. Wadou and recovered somewhat from his drunken stupor although he wobbled and leaned on Saki the whole time while walking up the stair and to his car. Takayama was well enough to walk himself, although Masane had her hand at his back just in case with Rihoko holding her other hand. A man brought up the car, gave the keys to Segawa, and walked away. It was now 9:40 PM, the sun had set with twilight setting in. He had to admire the colorful sky before closing the car door and driving away. Reiji sat in the passenger seat next to him and the two girls sat in the back with Masane falling half-asleep over Rihoko. It was a quiet drive back with only a few interruptions of the silence by Takayama answering his phone. They finally arrived at Douji Industries.

Segawa parked the car in the special and fancy parking lot reserved only for the higher-ups of Douji and stepped out. Takayama exited the car as well, a terribly headache still swirling in his mind. Rihoko got out of her side of the door and Segawa opened Masane's, only to find her dead asleep. Rihoko muttered something and went back inside the car as Segawa was about to wake her. "Don't bother," the girl explained to him "She's gonna be out of it for a long time." It seemed that Masane had had more than enough to drink before leaving the party. Rihoko started to push her mom out the car with Segawa trying the best he could to help her. Takayama dragged himself the short distance from his door to where Rihoko had first exited and shut the door in a tired fashion.

"Segawa, I'll be retiring to my room now. Can you handle Rihoko and her?" Takayama asked him. His headache must have been really bothering him, based on how he was staggering about and clutching his left temple with his palm. Segawa draped Masane's arm over his shoulders and he supported her.

"I'm more worried about you, sir." he replied with a short laugh. Reiji waved his hand.

"Eh, I'll be fine. Good night." With that said, Takayama entered the building and his form disappeared beyond the automatic doors. Rihoko locked the doors of the car for him and so the three/two made their way to the Amahas' room. Rihoko pushed the elevator button and the doors slid aside to reveal the elevator to be a bit larger than most and rounded. It was of glass and jutted partly outside of the building, so they could see the night as they ascended into the sky. Without Takayama there, Hiroki had no fear of being caught looking at the woman, or worrying about holding her too closely.

"It's so pretty at night!" commented Rihoko after she pressed their floor number. She stood facing the glass, gazing at the night sky. Not many stars were visible, but the city lights illuminated the ground like stars. The moon was yellow that night and it cast golden light upon their figures. The top of Masane's head reached his cheekbones, the moonlight looked lovely on her at peace face. The doors opened at the twenty-third floor and Segawa slowly moved out of the elevator with Masane's arm still over his shoulders and his hand curved around her waist. It was beginning to get tiresome to drag her around, even as the Amaha's room was just down the hallway.

"Rihoko, do you mind if I carry your mother?" Segawa asked the girl. She twirled around, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Of course not! You're holding up my mom, something I'd have trouble doing all by my self, so you can carry however you want to!" Rihoko said. He gave her a thankful smile. Segawa then slipped himself from her arm and carried her in his arms.

Regardless of how he appeared, Hiroki was no weakling. He was perfectly capable of being bodyguard, handling weapons, and making a good fight with average humans. So, it was without too much difficulty that he held her and followed after Rihoko to room eleven. Hiroki looked down and to Masane's face. He held her closer to his body. Rihoko approached the door and began to shuffle around in her small purse. After a while a worried expression took to her face.

"Is something the matter?" Segawa asked. She bit her lips and looked down,

"Mom had the card-key to our room, but we left her purse in the car…" Segawa raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, Rihoko, I have a master card in the right pocket of my jacket, if you could just get it…" said the man. She brightened up and went up to him, reached into this pocket, and pulled out a card identical to the one she had.

"Thank you Mr. Segawa!" she exclaimed. She skipped to the door, slid the card through the slot, and a click was heard.

"You're welcome."

She opened the door and held it open for him.

"Thank you, Miss Rihoko." he said to her as he walked in. She nodded and said 'you're welcome' and closed the door behind her. The room looked much as it had earlier in the day except the dishes from breakfast were now gone.

"You can put her on a bed." Rihoko said to him, pointing to the bedroom area.

He thanked her and walked over to the closest bed. He heard Rihoko walk to the bathroom. It was just like his, except the sheets were a bit more rumpled. He laid her down gently, he hovered over her for a short while and then removed her hairpiece and the clips that held up her hair as well as her gloves. He put them on the dresser next to the bed and turned on the lamp. The light illuminated the room, giving off the same warm glow that his lamp did to his room. On their dresser was a picture of Masane and Rihoko, hugging and smiling grandly, looking straight into the camera. He brushed his fingers against the frame and then took off Masane's shoes, putting them under the bed. Masane turned in the bed to face him, still asleep. Hiroki gave a small smile, got on his knees, and brushed back her bangs which had fallen over her face. She mumbled something and then put her hand over his which was on the bed. He flipped over his hand to hold hers. Hiroki could feel his heart race at that slightest touch. There was a smile on Masane's face.

His sight was beginning to get blurry and so he removed his glasses with his other hand. Hiroki was surprised to find his eyes brimming with tears. He set down the glasses and softly clasped his hand over hers after wiping away the potential tears. Her hands were so soft and warm. Hiroki leaned his head down, towards hers, until their foreheads almost touched. A slight blush was apparent on his cheeks. The warmth of her face; he could feel it radiating from her. The scent of her hair and skin; he could smell from the short distance between his face and hers. He heard her mumble something like, 'You're so cute…" Tears were strangely forming in his light-brown eyes once more.

"Masane…" he whispered. All this time, he wondered if she had ever noticed him as more than just a…friend. "Masane, I…love —.'

"Reiji…" she mumbled. He felt warm liquid streak down his cheeks and drip onto his hand.

"…you…" he finished in a soft breath. The tears wouldn't stop coming. Hiroki didn't know why he was so shocked, after all, he had known for the longest time about Masane's feelings for his employer, and Takayama's for Masane. Why was he crying then? "Why did I even hope? How could I have ever hoped that she felt the same towards me? I've been lying to myself all this time that it wasn't true…but, now? What do I do now? Masane, I… I've cared for you for so long. And I'm kinder to you than he is…I should have known that deluding myself would only bring pain and broken hopes." Not as many tears fell from Hiroki's eyes but within the next few moments a tissue was held out to him by a small hand. He had forgotten about her. Rihoko held out the soft white tissue to him with a comforting smile on her face. He took it from her and thanked her with a sad smile and a nod. Embarrassed to be seen in such a state before a child, most of all her child, he looked away as he dabbed away the wetness on his face.

The next thing he knew he was sitting at the kitchen table with Rihoko drinking some tea (that was quite delicious). It was a some somewhat awkward and silent minute or so that passed by until it was broken by the both of them.

Hiroki said, "Please, I'd prefer it if you didn't tell anyone about—."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I promise." said Rihoko in a serious manner.

"Thank you." He finished his tea. He checked his watch, it was about 10:35. "I should be going. —!" A small body had embraced him. Rihoko's arms were around his neck with her head near the side of his face.

"I promise!" Rihoko confirmed in a muffled cry. Another surprise came to Hiroki that evening in the form of a tear; a tear of gratitude. He put an arm around her.

They let down their arms and things went more or less back to normal. Segawa put on his glasses and walked to the door after telling Rihoko that he'd get her mother's purse from the car and he'd give it to her the next day. "Good night, Mr. Segawa." Rihoko said to him as he opened the door. "Good night, Rihoko," he said to her, "I hope your mother feels better tomorrow."

He bowed his head to her and closed the door behind him.


I'm thinking about this being the last chapter, what do you readers think? This story cannot end happily, and it would be difficult to follow the storyline of the anime up until Masane's fate as the Witchblade bearer.

I realize that Rihoko said that she liked Takayama in episode eleven (after the party in episode ten where Wadou and he had a drinking contest) and wanted her mother to marry him, but I just felt like making her like Segawa, or at least view him as a friend rather than a chauffeur. Reviews are always welcome.