A/N: Woa! There are actually guys (guy-guy guys with XY chromosomes mind you) who are reading this story! When I learned it, I was dumbstruck by disbelieve. So even the weirdest thing can happen in this world. But I was very happy too. It encouraged me to work harder to write this story!

Oh! And also just for fun, I went to check on the Internet if wasabi chocolate existed. And guess what? It does! There are actually REAL wasabi chocolate candies sold in store in Japan. And the most surprising, wasabi truffle chocolate existed too! The pictures of wasabi truffle chocolate looked yummy too, but I'm not sure I want to eat them, even if I love chocolate.

And now, chapter 58 for you. Enjoy!

From last time…

"Hiroshi, what do you think about him, Fuji Syuusuke?" Ryoga asked in a very serious voice.

Yagyuu cocked an eyebrow, very surprised. He wondered what was the purpose behind Ryoga's question.

"What do you think about him, Fuji Syuusuke?" Ryoga asked.

"What do you mean? Thinking what about him?" Yagyuu asked back.

"About his personality."

". . ." Yagyuu didn't answer. "Ryoga, before answering everything, tell me why do you want to know about his personality? What do you have in your mind?"

". . ." Ryoga didn't answer.

"I won't tell you anything if you don't tell me your reason," Yagyuu said.

"Ha…" Ryoga sighed. "Normally, I would be happy if this happen to her, but I'm not. Chibisuke, I suspect that she is starting to have feelings for Fuji Syuusuke. However, there is just something about him that I cannot grab, that I don't understand. And that makes me worried. So that's why I want to know what do you think about him. If you have a little sister who likes Fuji Syuusuke, what would you think about it? How would you feel? What will you do?"

". . ." Yagyuu waited a moment.

'He is being very serious…' Yagyuu thought, deeply frowning.

Yagyuu reflected a moment about what to say to built up his answer. He took a breath.

"Fuji Syuusuke is a very reliable and honorable man. He always takes his responsibilities to heart. He has only one word. If he makes a promise, then you will be sure he will keep it. If I have a little sister who likes him, I would feel relieve that she choose Fuji Syuusuke because I know that he can sincerely love her back and will make her happy…"

"Ah…" Yagyuu heard Ryoga sighed in relieve.

"However…" Yagyuu continued.

". . ." Ryoga didn't like the "however" from Yagyuu.

Japan. Chiba-ken (1). Narita Kokusai Kuuko (2).

A private jet from France landed. Immediately, people hurried to fix a stair to the door of the jet. The door opened. From inside stepped out two passengers, an old woman, elegantly dressed in a lavender elegant chic cut dress, and a young girl, equally elegantly dressed but in a royal blue travelling chic dress.

"Nous voici de retour," the old woman said. (French translation: Here we are back.)

"Oui, grand-mère," the girl answered. (Yes, grandmother.)

A man of a respectful age came to them and bowed to them.

"Madame, mademoiselle, je vous souhaite un bon retour au Japon," the man politely greeted. (My lady, mademoiselle, I welcome back to Japan).

"Jenkin," the old lady said, acknowledging the old valet.

"Obaa-sama (3), ojou-sama (4), please, follow me. The car is waiting for you in this way," Jenkin said.

The old woman and the young lady nodded. The man guided them to where a Rolls-Royce was waiting for them.

Back to Ryoga and Yagyuu.

"However…" Yagyuu continued.

". . ."

Ryoga didn't like the "however" from Yagyuu.

"However, my supposed little sister's situation and Ryoma's one are different, Ryoga…" Yagyuu said.

". . ."

Ryoga didn't say anything for a moment.

"What do you mean?" Ryoga asked.

"My little sister would be an Yagyuu, Ryoga. And Ryoma… she is an Echizen…" Yagyuu said.

". . ."

Silence again from Ryoga.

Inside the limousine.

"Lavinia, we will be there soon," the old lady said.

"Hai, obaa-sama," the young girl responded.

"My little sister would be an Yagyuu, Ryoga. And Ryoma… she is an Echizen…" Yagyuu said.

Silence again from Ryoga.

"…Continue…"

"Unlike you, Ryoga, Fuji Syuusuke is prisoner of his name."

Inside the Rolls-Royce.

On the way to their house, no one was speaking. Jenkin kept his eyes on the road and drove. The young girl watched the scenery outside through the window of the car. The old woman too was watching outside the car, but she didn't see anything in front of her. Her attention was drifted somewhere else.

"Fuji Syuusuke is prisoner of his family name," Yagyuu said. "He is chained to his responsibilities. If I was a simple Echizen and Ryoma was my little sister, I would immediately discourage her from loving Fuji. And the faster I can make her forget about Fuji, the better it would be for her. And the less she will be hurt in the future."

". . ." Ryoga didn't say anything.

"Ryoma's world and Fuji's world are different. And you know it better than anyone else, Ryoga."

In the quiet Rolls-Royce.

Thousand and thousand thoughts were running in the old woman's mind. She thought about her life.

Flashback

She remembered the time when she was still a young and sweet nature maiden. Then, she was married to her husband and moved to live with his illustrious family. She remembered the joy she felt when she was pregnant with her first child. And the horrible pain when she lost it by miscarriage on her third month of pregnancy. She remembered her pain at her husband's deception and how the family of her husband's side treated her after. She remembered the pressure she put on herself to attempt to have another child. Alas, this one too was lost to her before his birth on her fifth month of pregnancy… in an accident car.

She remembered very well the black world in which she lived following the lost of her second child. And the mockery and disdain her family-in-law showed toward her certainly didn't help her. Her sisters-in-law always taunted her with their many children and sneered at her that one of them would be the heir since she couldn't give birth to a boy for her husband. To ensure that one of their children be the heir, her sisters-in-law came up with an horrible plot. They told everyone that she became mad after the lost of her second unborn child and even provided fake proves of the said madness, forged with the help of doctors they corrupted with money. Her sisters-in-law succeed to have her send into an asylum, arguing that it was the only way to do for the well-being of the whole family. She really became mad after leaving a certain time in the asylum.

However, her will and her desire to live were stronger than her madness. When everyone believed that she was lost forever, she recovered. She was reborned as a new woman, a woman without a heart. All the suffering she had been through had hardened her heart. She built a thick wall around it. She refused to allow herself to be hurt again. She ordered her heart to be immunized against the pain and the grief. And she no longer allowed anyone to step on her anymore. Her sisters-in-law and her family-in-law less than anyone else.

After her reborn, she no longer walked with her head down like a proper submissive spouse and daughter-in-law in her husband's family. She walked with her chin high, her eyes focused only toward her unique and personal goal. She discarded everything which dared to step in the middle of her way. With her newly healed body and mind, she gave birth to a child. A boy. She remembered the joy of her husband when he hold the sleeping quiet baby in his arm… and her sisters-in-law's utter choc when she smirked at them her triumphal smile. The heir of the family would be HER son, not their.

However, misfortune still pursued her. Her child's constitution was very weak. When he contracted the tuberculosis, he couldn't fight against the sickness and died at the young age of 7. No one saw her grieved or sheded a single tear, even at the funeral of the young boy. However, her sisters-in-law couldn't mock her anymore. The haughty and superior way she looked down at them was unbearable for them to look straight to her. Each time they crossed eyes with her, they immediately casted them down, feeling fearful. Her sisters-in-law soon came to understand that they could no longer hurt her or harm her anymore. All their underhand, dirty, deceitful, petty and mean attacks against her had made her strong and invincible.

After the dead of her 7 years old child, she gave birth to four boys. All four were super and healthy babies. With an iron hand and a hard will and heart, she raised them into extremely accomplished young men. They were highly intelligent. Each of them graduated school as valedictorian of their promotion. Her eldest and the heir took over the family corporation and made it growing constantly. The second, at the very young age of twenty five, become a renowned and respected professor and researcher at the Tokyo Teikoku Daigaku (5). The third one was blessed with the gift of foreign languages. He often travelled to various places in Europe to develop diplomatic relationships between these countries with Japan. Eventually, he was also appointed to be ambassador for Japan in the United Kingdom. However, her last son was nothing like her three exceptional and illustrious elder sons. He was a sweet and gentle nature young man, unfitted to be a leader, a researcher or an ambassador. The only he was good at was staying all day in his library and reading, reading on everything: history, literature, psychology, fine art, technology, science… He read all the books which had the lucky chance to fall under his hand. Or the unlucky chance because he loved so much reading that he could read over and over one same book until it was worn out. He had signed a few number of books himself, but the books he wrote were best-sellers for over months. His publisher was pressed to re-print over and over his novels because the bookstores were always running out of stocks.

Even so, a fact was obvious: all her four children were blessed and gifted by the gods. Her family-in-law no longer had reason to said that she was a shame of their family. On the other hand, they had to be grateful to her because she gave birth to such wonderful sons. Her children were beyond reproached. They were the shiny future of the family. Her family-in-law had to bow their head to her. It came that her sisters-in-law had to beg for her mercy. Because her sisters-in-law didn't properly raised their children, their children turned out to be rotten spoiled young men and young women. They were often the object of social scandals or always asked for money to pay their debts, in which they were drowned over their head. Her sisters-in-law's children were the true shame of the family. However, it was only on her command that her own children would erase the stain and restored the family honor. Without her word, they won't do anything, even if the spoiled people were their relatives. She never aloud imperfection and failure, and her children learned very well their lessons from their mother. Eventually, she learned to feel proud of her children. And she felt truly happy for the first time ever since she was married into her husband's family.

Alas, when she finally experimented the feeling of hapiness, misfortune hit her again. This time, it hit harder than any other times. During the Great World War II, she lost her husband and her three elder sons. Only her last child was returned back to her. But he was on his way to death. The doctors did everything they could, but her last son didn't open his eyes. Feeling despair, she prayed. She prayed the god. Everyday, she walked by feet miles and miles to visit a temple and prayed, refusing to be driven by car despite her unstable state and despite all the servant's words. She visited all the temples in Tokyo and around Tokyo and prayed at all of them. Touched by her sincere wish and her true devotion in her prayers, the kami rewarded her. Kannon-kami, the Loving Mother and Goddess of Mercy, granted her wished. Her last child finally opened his eyes.

When she saw him awake in the hospital, she was so happy that she would grant him anything he wanted. Even accepting that he choose a woman she did not approve to be his wife. Instead of the the well-bread lady from another old and rich family she had chosen to be her future daughter-in-law, her last son had put his heart at the feet of a girl from a modest bourgeoisie family. Her son didn't stop desperately pleaded her everyday, to a point that the doctors were worried because his state of recovery was swinging and was threatening to get worse. The doctors came to talk to her and very clearly told her that she had to avoid anything which could bring him to swing on the other side of the thin line separating the life and the death. Fearing that she might lost the only child - and only true family, she had agreed to his son's choice of spouse. After that she said "Yes" to him, his recovery was so fast that one could said it was a miracle.

End flashback

The old woman closed her eyes and closed the door of the memory of her past life. That only one time that her iron heart had tottered - granting her son's only wish, she swore it would be the very last time. She breathed and opened her eyes to watched at her new future, at the young girl sat in front of her.

'I will not repeat the same mistake that I did in the past,' the old lady thought.

She looked at the girl sat in front of her. Comtesse (6) Lavinia Miyabi de Lavoiselle. She was born from two noble families. Her father was the earl of de Lavoiselle of France and her mother was the heiress of the honorable Hongou family of Japan. Countess Lavinia Miyabi de Lavoiselle was the sole heiress of the Hongou family.

The old woman examined the features of the young girl sat in front of her. Lavinia Miyabi de Lavoiselle was an outstanding beauty, a perfect result from the mix of an Asian and an European blood. From her father, she inherited his high nose and large forehead, two characteristics which conferred her her unmistakable presence despite her petite Asian figure from her mother. The large almond shape of her eyes also came from her father, striking anyone who looked at her. However, the dark blue color were from her mother. When she sound her interlocutor's soul, her eyes color swung into a mesmerising black. She has the presence of a proud French lady of the nobility and at the same time, she possessed the quiet, enchanting and mysterious aura of a Japanese woman.

Because of the both sides of her family, Lavinia Miyabi de Lavoiselle was given the most perfect education a noble lady must received from her very young age. She spoke French, English, Japanese without any accent. If people only heard her speaking, they would think that she was a pure blood French, a pure blood Japanese or a pure blood Britain. Because of her father's work as an ambassador of France, she often travelled all around Europe with him and her mother. So, she also master Italian, Spanish, Russian and Germain. She was a perfect guest and mistress for all social party, knowing how to receive and to entertain the guests. Her physical was flawless. She was well born and well bread. She possessed everything a true noble young lady must possessed. Her educational scores too were flawless.

In one word, at every point,

'She is perfect,' the old woman thought.

"Ryoma's world and Fuji's world are different. And you know it better than anyone else, Ryoga," Yagyuu said. "Before you became Echizen Ryoga of the common world, you were Yuuji Ryuu of this world."

". . ."

Ryoga said nothing and Yagyuu knew not to say anything too. Silence itself said enough about Ryoga's thoughts.

"Thank you, Hiroshi…" Ryoga trailed.

He hung down and stood where he was, not doing anything.

'Chibisuke…'

1) Chiba-ken: Prefecture of Chiba. Located on the coastline of Tokyo Bay. On the East side of Tokyo.

2) Narita Kokusai Kuukou: Narita International Airport. About 60 km from Tokyo downtown.

3) obaa-sama: a polite way to say "grandmother". Doesn't implied that the referred person is your grandmother. She can also simply be an elder woman.

4) ojou-sama: a polite way to refer to a young girl born from a wealthy family. Equivalent to "young mistress" or "my lady".

5) Tokyo Teikoku Daigaku : Tokyo Imperial University. In 1947, it was renamed Tokyo Daigaku, the actual Tokyo University.

6) comtesse: same as "countess", but in France.

A/N: Please take note. I will be on vacations starting this week. I will be somewhere in Alberta (West Canada). I should be back by half August so I won't update until August 15 (because I'm not sure I can have access to a computer). Sorry about that. But be sure the update will start again after August 15. Thank you for your patience!