Chapter 10
"Suspect has been captured and restrained. We'll be at the station in twenty minutes," Reito said over the radio. He and Hotaru were on night patrol duty. These days the streets of Tokyo were unusually inactive. Maybe it was due to the surge in law abiding citizens or the rise in underground criminal activity . This particular night however marked their fourth week on night patrol duty. As silent as their nights had been Reito often asked himself if he had pissed on someone's cat without his knowledge. His friends were having a games night and he was bound by duty's iron grip. Reito chewed on his energy bar absently. The offender kicked at the partition's wire mesh. "You're gonna be sorry! As soon as these cuffs come off I'm going to..." "Going to do what! Tachibana has had it up to here with your yapping. Say one more word and you'll find your foot in your mouth! After all what is a young boy like yourself doing robbing a store. Tachibana will have to call your parents now," she said silently cussing under her breath. The red haired boy cast his eyes down. He did not want to receive another beating especially from her. She was absolutely brutal. He stared outside the window. People found it easy to judge him without knowing his background. He never had the chance to experience his mother's love. His father always treated him as though he was seeing a ghost of the past. He gritted his teeth. But what hurt him the most was the brother who never recognized him. He was always giving him the cold shoulder. If no one would acknowledge him he'd make them see him somehow. "You know nothing about me ," he sniffled. The blonde officer spared the young boy another look. He was clad in black clothes blending with the night. The bright red hair disadvantaged him though. The hair defeated the purpose of his camouflage. Did he want to get arrested? His left brow, nose and lower lip all had barbell piercings. Hotaru's heart felt sympathy for him. She was a firm believer in justice and seeing him waste his youth in such a regrettable manner hurt her. A life of crime was not what she envisioned for the young boy. Reito closed the door and handed Hotaru a packet of salty pretzels. "Reito thank you. My stomach was eating its lining," she said biting the salty snack. "I never figured you to be a weight watcher. You used to eat everything in sight," he commented shamelessly. "I figured that too. But lately Tachibana hasn't been able to hold anything down. Maybe I'm starting the flu," she said. "Whatever it is. Pay caution to your health. I want you back to normal," he said driving away. The young boy's sweat ran cold. When he said normal was he implying that when she apprehended him she was being mild. He swore that he was going to breathe his last that day . 'Great Naoki. You just had to pick the wrong day to jump on the wrong side of the law,' the young boy thought. Hotaru leaned into her seat . "Reito is Officer Hasegawa always absent from the station?" she asked. "Funny you'd ask that. Aren't the two of you friends," he said . Hotaru sputtered spreading crumbs all over the car's floor. "Ahh? No way Reito. Tachibana has never set eyes on him before since he's always absent. Which Tachibana is grateful for," she proclaimed proudly. Reito shrugged his shoulders passing it off as a joke. Naoki's quick ears caught onto their conversation. Why were they talking about him ? "He's always on covet missions. He's one of the elite officers you know. His uncle , Captain Aihara is recognised by all of Japan as the man who stopped the bombing of Tokyo tower," he said proudly. "Ehh? Is he that amazing? But Tachibana wants to be like the captain for sure. Then I'll show my father just how much I've grown ," she said. Naoki snorted. Reito pulled into the station. "Young man remember what I said earlier," Reito warned as he escorted him out. "Yeah yeah I know. All I have to do is spend the night in a jail cell right so that I can think about my actions," the young boy said. "Argh. The arrogance of the youth these days," Reito said escorting him inside.
Masahiko poured himself a cup of steaming coffee from the coffee dispenser. Putting the steaming cup to his lips he took a sip. "Still crappy as always," he commented monotonously. He needed to file in a few reports meant for the narcotics department. There seemed to be a rise in the trade of an illegal substance known as 'Smiles'. He laughed at the irony that he had been one of the users. But for a completely different reason. To his relief Ichi reported that nothing had gone wrong. He of all people should have known better than to rely on someone else to help him get the job done. Masahiko opened the door to exit the break room. A head of blonde hair collided with his chest. "I'm sorry. The door opened so quickly it dragged me with it," she said. Bumping into her wasn't a part of his plan. Lime green eyes grew to the size of saucers when they recognized him. "No problem. I needed coffee," he explained holding up the foam cup. "Masahiko-san what are you doing here so late at night?" she asked. Crimson eyes watched her with amusement. "I'm surprised that you still don't know that I work here," he said drinking the hot caffeinated drink. "Tachibana knows everyone in the station. It's only you I haven't seen around and the notorious officer Hasegawa," she said. Notorious? "How did you come to the conclusion that Officer Hasegawa is notorious. He's a practical man," he said. Hotaru scratched her head. "Which part of him is practical? The part where he uses women for his lewd purposes or when he always puts everyone on edge," she said. "He's just a firm believer in staying alert . And it's not his fault that women continuously throw themselves on his path. Their efforts are wasted because officer Hasegawa doesn't really care," he said looking down at her"But I don't want to talk about him . Last time I checked I gave you enough time to think Hotaru. How about an answer."Hotaru stepped back subconsciously readying herself for the truth. Hotaru never wanted to be the bearer of bad news but she was going to decline his offer. The moment she looked down he realized that he didn't want to hear what she was about to say. He had had it with not getting his way. His short temper got the best of him. Masahiko's squashed the foam cup in hand. Scalding coffee poured down his hand and forearm. Hotaru panicked seeing his skin turning into a nasty shade of pink. "Masahiko-san what did you do?" she said. Hotaru ripped his sleeve open to observe how far spread the burns were. Buttons scattered all over the floor. At least he had not suffered much damage. She wet a towel under the faucet and wrapped it around his hand. "Masahiko-san come with Tachibana for a minute. My desk has a first aid kit. In the mean time let the towel cool it down a bit, okay?" she said. "Sure thing," he answered. Any pain was a better pain than having her reject him. Hotaru dragged him to her desk where she sat him down. She rummaged through her drawers searching for the tiny first aid kit. "Found it! Now Masahiko-san don't fidget much while Tachibana applies this. I understand that you are quite sensitive," she commented. Masahiko's left eye twitched in annoyance. Of all the women to fall for why did it have to be the one who constantly ridiculed his masculinity .Hotaru removed the cap and rubbed some ointment on the burns. Masahiko winced . "It'll hurt but this will numb out the pain," she said. Masahiko watched her intently. She constantly reminded him of the person he held dearest."I'll be okay now. My reports are overdue and my schedules keep aren't flexible. Thanks for patching me up," he said leaving. Masahiko exhaled deeply as he entered his office. He dumped his jacket on the visitors chair and turned on the heater. Masahiko slouched in his brown office chair. God did he hate that chair. "Masahiko-san sure has a fancy office. Are you one of the higher ups?" she asked surveying the room. He swore that he felt another presence in the room earlier. He looked at her lazily. "Even if I am what does it matter. I don't remember permitting you to enter," he said. She continued hopping around ignoring him completely. Why didn't he put up a desk name plate. His office was too clean. What was he hiding from her? Was he always this distant with everything. The only sentimental thing he had was a picture frame perched at the center of his desk. The wooden frame glistened in the fluorescent light drawing her interest. Hotaru grabbed the frame and looked at the the picture. In the photo a younger version of Masahiko sat under the the Christmas tree. Beside him a young woman sat on her haunches with her arm draped around him and another little munchkin. The little baby snuggled close to her. Masahiko smiled widely for the camera. Both he and the young woman shared a similar smile. And the same set of crimson eyes. Could it be that she was his mother? "You have a knack for disrespecting other people's privacy," he commented. Hotaru grabbed her handkerchief and wiped off her finger prints. "I'm sorry for touching that without your permission," she apologized. Masahiko reclaimed the frame and stashed it inside the top drawer. "You should be. And luckily for you I am a high ranking officer. For the crime of intruding my office you get to proof read all those reports," he said pointing to the pile on his desk. The intimidating tower of paper work was growing side branches. Hotaru's skin grew goosebumps. "Tachibana is already checking out for the night," she said. Masahiko flexed his injured hand and inwardly groaned. He'd think twice before he harmed himself like that again. She silently debated with herself. Hotaru was exhausted but she felt terrible leaving an injured man to his own devices. She settled into the visitor's chair. "I'm only staying because I'm bound by my moral code. After all it's not like you're the first to blackmail me into doing something," she mumbled. The desk phone rang several times before Masahiko picked it up from its holder. "Officer Hasegawa here. What's the problem?...He did what again... I'll be there shortly," he said putting the phone down . Masahiko draped on his jacket. "I'm going to deal with some urgent business. Don't run away." Hotaru's skin paled considerably. She had been in the presence of the legendary psycho and she never realized it. Hotaru had even spat a few insults to his face. "Kyaaaaa! Tachibana is so screwed!" she yelled.
Naoki rested his head on his knees with his back pressed against the wall. He heard a clank as the jail cell's gate was unlocked. He felt his disapproving eyes on him. His suffocating presence filled the room. "Naoki," he summoned. "Leave me the hell alone. Did father send you? Tell the old man that I don't need his help!" he yelled. Masahiko's eyes washed over his only sibling regrettably. "If it were up to me I'd leave you in there longer. You need to experience how harsh reality is. Then maybe you'd stop this childish behavior of yours," he said. Naoki squeezed him eyes tightly. "Nobody really cares. You're all the same. I'm much better off joining mom," he retorted. Naoki's feet left the ground as soon as he uttered those words. Masahiko's eye's burned holes into his soul. "Don't speak of her death so carelessly," he growled. He dropped him on the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Hotaru filed all the reports and organized his desk. Checking her wrist watch she gulped. It was four in the morning. Hopefully Midori managed on his own.
Midori scrolled down his call log. No missed calls. "How cold," he mused. He yawned and stretched his arms. There was no point in pretending to sleep. He swung his feet off the bed and Midori headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Recently he hardly slept at all and his head felt like a tonne of bricks. He turned on the water and stood still for a while letting the water run down his body. Midori grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some onto his palm. He worked it into his hair inhaling the refreshing sea scent. The doctor's frustration was growing daily. His mother was always hot on his heels demanding that he fulfill his end of the bargain. But everything had taken a turn for the worst. His life had several complications which he did not require. Firstly Hotaru's schedule was completely different from his. As a result they hardly talked or saw each other that much. The distance between them steadily increased and he missed spending his time with her. He missed being with her. Midori rinsed off and turned off the water.
Hotaru got into Haruka's car."Forgive me for bothering you like this," she apologized. Haruka's expressionless face gave her a once over. "It's no problem. Nii-san bribed me with an hour of his time," he explained. An arrow stabbed Hotaru's heart from the blunt honesty. Haruka watched her momentarily. He understood that his Nii-san's feelings towards her were not entirely platonic. He knew that and he was slightly jealous that his Nii-san gave her such attention. Haruka lived his younger years in Haruki's shadow. To him, Haruki was everything he admired and wanted to be. Haruka excelled in everything so that he could be like his twin brother. But all he achieved was overshadowing him and leaving him to fall prey to the constant comparisons. Haruki ended up despising him which defeated his purpose. His only desire had been to be like his brother and be recognized by him. Haruka wanted to do everything with him. He even started playing survival games just to share the same interests as his big brother but instead that made everything worse. "Nii-san changed after he met you," Haruka began. "Tachibana does not deserve the credit. It's because of everyone. Yukimura-san, Owner-san, Matsuoka-san and everyone else contributed. Besides Haruki has always been an amazing person. He's also one of Tachibana's best friends," she answered. Haruka nodded. "Nii-san has a terrible habit of undermining his own potential. All I ever wanted was for Nii-san to be the best he could be. Even if he hated me for it," he said. "But Haruki is trying his best now to be an exemplary older brother to you," she said. Haruka switched on the air conditioner. " Never-mind my brother. You've lost weight Tachibana and you skin is becoming pale," he said. Hotaru patted her cheeks. She had lost a significant amount of weight. "Tachibana's health hasn't been that great. I can't hold food down for too long.I've tried everything I could think of to be normal again. But the nausea and vomiting doesn't go away. It seems to be worsening. And Tachibana's head has been pounding," she explained. "When was the last time you had your period?" he asked. Hotaru's face burned from unprecedented levels of embarrassment. She stared outside her window. "Late January," she whispered. "We're in mid April. And that didn't worry you?" he asked. Hotaru shrugged dismissively. "Tachibana thought it was a streak of good luck. Tachibana is not seriously sick right?" she asked. He was surprised that Midori hadn't noticed anything at all. Haruka pulled up at a pharmacy. "Come with me," he instructed as he got out. Hotaru followed him inside. A young woman sat at the counter dozing off. "I'd like a pregnancy test kit please," Haruka said. The woman's eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. People normally didn't stop by at this time. 'Newly weds ?' she guessed. "A regular kit or an instant kit?" she asked. "The instant one," he stated. Hotaru head was spinning. Pregnancy test?! "Haruka what are you buying that for?" she finally asked. "Why for you of course," he said. Hotaru became petrified. The pharmacy technician handed him the box. Haruka placed his money on the counter."Do you have any restrooms?" he asked. "Go straight ahead then turn left," the technician said. Haruka led her to the women's rest room. "I'll be waiting here if things get difficult," he said. "Haruka's overthinking this. Tachibana will go just to show you that you're wrong," she said snatching the box from him. Hotaru sat on the toilet seat for a few minutes. Did she really want to know the truth? "Haruka is saying crazy things. Tachibana will dip this in water," she said getting back her motivation. The second she stepped out expressionless golden eyes locked onto her. "I know what you are thinking before you even do it Tachibana. Or do you want me to be present?" he asked. Hotaru shook her head furiously. She shut the door in his face. "And here Tachibana thought Haruka was the only decent one. Turns out they are all perverts," she mumbled. "I heard that Tachibana," he said. Hotaru yelped. "Is your head against the door or something!" she yelled. "Yes," he answered cupping his ear on the door. "Dammit I need privacy if I'm going to do this!" she yelled. Reassured that he wasn't being a creep anymore Hotaru proceeded to do as the kit instructed. She waited for sixty seconds. That minute was the longest time she'd ever waited for. The first red stripe had appeared and now there was a second one. She dropped the stick as the shock set in. "Tachibana?" Haruka knocked. Hotaru regained her composure and stepped out of the cubicle. Haruki picked up the stick wanting to find out things for himself. "I'm pregnant," she said more to herself than him. Then was it true then? Her hand automatically went to the juncture between her left shoulder and her neck. There in lay four puncture scars left on her flesh by two pairs of painfully sharp canines. The tips of her fingers tingled when they grazed the scar. Kanae usually called tiny bruises love bites but in her situation her lover did bite her. Her body fervently recalled the feel of his tongue as he sucked on the small gashes he had made. The first time Midori informed her of what took place that fateful night her mind failed to understand what he was saying. But strings of her disarrayed memories pieced themselves together. Gradually she remembered that wild amorous night when Midori made love to her. Hotaru wanted to use him as her punching bag when she remembered everything but... she didn't. Her heart thrived on so many emotions. Confusion, anger and love. More than anything she was annoyed that neither of them really remembered what was happening until afterwards. But she was glad that at least he had been the one to take away another one of her firsts. To Hotaru, Midori stole her first kiss, her heart and her love. More than anything she loved him. And now finding out that from that one night of passion she was carrying the child of the man she loved excited her. But that didn't stop her from visiting the shrine several times asking God for forgiveness. Especially since crude memories of her and Midori constantly flashed in her mind. She slapped her forehead. "This is the part were things get difficult," Haruka said taking her hand down."Will Haruka stop giving Tachibana grief already," she complained. Haruka snickered. "Hoho. There's no way I'm letting this one slide so easily. I've finally got leverage over Nii-san's life" he said waving the stick around. Hotaru yanked the stick away. "Stop ruining Tachibana's moment. Haruka I'm having a baby," she said enthusiastically. She ran her hands over the tiny bump . She couldn't fathom the fact that a little life force was developing within her. "Tachibana is so sorry. I thought that my bad eating habits were catching up to me," she cooed rubbing her belly. "Do you want to feel what it is like?" " If it makes you stop jabbering like that," he said placing a hand over her belly. He was a doctor so things like this didn't fascinate him. Actually nothing did. But he felt something when he came in contact with the tiny bump. Why is a feasible theory that her excitement had been transferred to him? He admitted that he was curious to find out how the little guy was going to turn since his case was a special one. "Haruka's obviously happy," she said. Haruka nodded. "Now Tachibana will have to tell Midori-san. Haruka shouldn't tell anyone else," she said. Haruka folded his arms . "How much time with Nii-san are we talking here?" he asked. "A week's worth ," she answered dragging out of the restroom.
Midori read the patient's report file for the second time. He gritted his teeth. A six year old did not deserve this. A drunkard father and the mother had abandoned her before her second birthday. Two lowlife scums had no right to call themselves parents. The young girl suffered from two broken ribs, a lung puncture and head trauma following a car accident. The father got out with only a fractured arm. In Midori's eyes he deserved far much worse.
Fujimoto zoomed through the hospital's eastern wing corridors. "Sorry coming through. This is a matter of life and death," he cried. He entered Midori's office and closed the door behind him. Fujimon fanned the contents in Midori's face. The smell of fresh chocolate covered donuts resurrected him. "Nice save Fujimon. I should give you a promotion ," he joked. He handed Fujimon the report. " Give her a dose of prophylaxis. Then we'll observe her," he instructed. Fujimon nodded obediently. Midori's phone vibrated in his pocket. The caller I.D brought a smile to his lips. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?" he answered. Hotaru laughed knowingly. "Tachibana is too excited to sleep," she said turning the door to his office. Pale blue eyes flickered over her in her black sweatpants and blue thermo shirt. Midori ended the call. Hotaru settled into the visitor's chair. "Hotaru-chan you haven't been dropping by the office that often. What brings you here? I heard that ToyGunGun is participating in this year's TGC. So did you come to officially challenge Midori-san before the TGC game?" Fujimoto asked. Midori also needed to know why she was frolicking around instead of resting. "Is it true Hotaru?" he said. She grabbed a chocolate covered donut ."Tachibana won't be participating in this year's TGC," she stated. Fujimoto's eye's popped out. "But why? You love survival games so much," the white haired man sobbed. "It's a secret Fujimon. Now can you give Tachibana a few minutes to talk to Midori-san?" she said. Midori wondered why she didn't want to participate with her comrades. It was unthinkable. "What's so important that you had to cancel TGC? Perhaps you're tired of ToyGunGun. Hoshishiro is ready to welcome you with open arms as soon as you utter those six magical words. 'I forsake those excuses for men' ," he said. Hotaru lightly punched him on the arm. "Those excuses for men are Tachibana's comrades and friends. The reason why Tachibana isn't participating this year and why I'm here today is simple. I booked an appointment with an obstetrician," she explained. Lime green eyes watched his face happily. Midori raked his mind. Why would she need to do that? "Midori-san. You're going to become a father," she finally raved. Midori stilled for a moment. Normally most men freaked out when they heard such news. And frankly he fell into that category. He knew that he wasn't a good person. Would those warped genes be inherited by that innocent life form. Was he a good enough fatherly figure? His baby? His eyes traversed her body and landed on the bump that lay above her pelvis. Their baby was developing in there. Finally the shock set in. Hotaru expected him him to share her happiness but instead he seemed horrified. "I'm not good enough for that baby. You're both too good for me," he said. Hotaru checked his temperature before stuffing a donut in his mouth. "Midori-san's blood sugar must be low. Why else would you be saying idiotic things like that?" she asked. She settled into his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. "Midori-san is a good person. Tachibana doesn't consider what the world thinks. You'll make a great father. After all you're excellent with everything else and kids genuinely like you. Unlike Tachibana. And Tachibana loves Midori-san and Midori-san also feels the same way. This baby only has a few necessities and you're one of them," Hotaru said. "This is really happening ," he chuckled. His hand caressed her stomach. "What do you think the baby will be like? I'm intelligent so it's guaranteed to have a high IQ," he said. Hotaru tapped her chin deep in thought. "Most definitely. And maybe it will have my fantastic combat moves," she beamed. "Hopefully it won't inherit your poor aim," he said. The atmosphere in the room became stiff and tense."Tachibana does not need to be reminded of the past," she said scarily. Haruka entered Midori's office without bothering to knock. "I'm here to take Tachibana for her appointment," he said. "Please do," he said warily. Hotaru hopped off his legs and waved him goodbye. Midori sighed deeply. At this rate the house would be a war-zone. If he took one step out of line she'd make him pay dearly. He knew how to pick them alright
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Yukki collapsed on the ground. His recovery rate had grown even worser than before. Haruki splashed water on his face to cool down. Matsuoka gave them disapproving looks. "Come on guys. We've only been into our training for fifteen minutes and you both look like you're on the verge of death. TGC is in a week. This is not the time to slack off," Matsuoka said. The host removed his navy blue track jacket and tied it around his waist. "Mattsun we're doing this for fun aren't we. Don't push us to our limits. Not all of us are surrounded by beautiful women who make them feel youthful even though its obvious that our youthful days are near an end," Yuki complained. Matsuoka's depression kicked in. Did Yukki just call him old? "Oy. You are as young as you believe you are. I feel like I'm a colt," he boasted. "Hey Tooru. Don't you feel elderly at heart? I do and senior citizens receive special treatment. I'm catching up on my sleep" Haruki said. "Haruharuki made a good point. I can't keep up with the youth of this era," he said picking himself up and following Haruki. Haruki and Yukki found themselves being dragged by their collars back to the yard. Matsuoka shook his head with disappointment. "We've been absent from TGC for the past five years. A lot of things have changed and there are new opponents waiting for us on the battle field. I for one won't face any challenges thanks to my gorgeous eyes," he openly boasted. Haruki rolled his eyes. "But the two of you need to get into shape. From what I've gathered there's a new team that has everyone all fired up. I haven't met them in person yet but I heard that the leader is a survival game Satan," Matsuoka said. "Hold up. You're telling me that apart from Midori another devil is running free on the survival game field. That's just great," Haruki folded his legs together. "Haruharuki should be thrilled. You can brag about defeating a junior Satan. It's not like you stand a chance against the real deal," he said. Haruki silently fumed at the jab at his pride. Matsuoka checked his wrist watch. "We've only got two hours of exercise before the sun goes down," he said. Matsuoka jogged in position trying to fire up his friends. "Haruharuki is Tachibana still not feeling well?" Yukki asked. Haruki eyes cast down at the mention of her name. He knew that she loved survival games the most and this time her health was failing her. Haruki had been experiencing a rough patch in his life. He thought that all hope was lost and he had nothing but resent for the world. She opened up to him and showed him kindness. Hotaru reunited him with his comrades and allowed him to feel alive .The warmth of her friendship flowed through the essence of his being. Hotaru made him happy. But now when she needed a favor from him he was useless. 'Damn that Midori. He should have been taking better care of her. That's the only reason why I drew back. He can provide for her better than I can. She deserves more. But he's not much of emotion bank though,'he thought. "She'll be fine. Midori will see to it," Haruki said gritting his teeth.
one week later
A strong gust of wind blew in Hotaru's face. Her heart pounded and her blood screamed with excitement. "We're here!" she squealed. She knelt down and began kissing the ground. She bowed on the ground with her hands raised repeatedly. "Tachibana worships the sacred survival games ground. May the most terrifying, brutal and lethal enemies come our way this year," she chanted. Haruki's veins throbbed. "You are not the one who's fighting them you idiot! And stop that you're making a scene," he said helping her up. "Did you have to shout out me so much!" she cried. Yukki waved his hand dismissively. "Haruharuki better start running," he said slyly. Matsuoka joined in with an equally devious look. "Yukki is correct. Midori will execute you the second he finds out," the host answered. "Heh? I am not the same Haruki that you knew before. I am stronger than I was yesterday," he said puffing out his chest. A pair of hands grabbed his shoulders ."You feel the same. More importantly you're trembling more than usual. The price for making my Hotaru cry is... a piggy back ride to the gathering," Midori said excitedly. "Hell no! My self respect is worth more than that," Haruki said. Midori put his fingers to his lips. "Okay. I'm sorry for suggesting that. My boot definitely tastes better," he said said clapping his hands together. Haruki knelt on one knee and drew his arms back. "Hop on," he said. "That was too fast. He abandoned his self respect in a split of a second," Yukki said. Haruki's face blew up. "Shut up. Don't say a word. If you were in my position you'd have done the same," he complained. "Haruki-kun should I get a rein for you next time. It will make you more manageable," the green haired man said. "No thanks," Haruki answered. Midori wore his childish grin as he said,"Giddy up horsey". As Haruki rushed forward Midori dramatically slapped his other TGC participants shook their heads. They still found it hard to accept that their king behaved like a complete fool. But they knew better than to undermine him because of his childish mannerisms. Underneath that childish guise lay his true self. Those who had the chance to experience his twisted malevolent side cowered in his presence. Hotaru dusted the grass and the dirt from her black hoodie. "Tachibana can't wait to see you guys from the spectator's point of view. I bet you're are going to be amazing. With all of you they won't know what hit them," she cheered. Matsuoka stroked her wavy blonde tresses. "We'll pulverize them .It's sad that you won't be able to participate. Are you sure that the doctor said that it's dangerous?" Matsuoka asked her. "Positive. So Tachibana will cheer you on today. Moral support is also a key part of winning ," she said as they walked to the benches. Matsuoka felt relived seeing the fire of excitement burning hot in her eyes. "Yukki and I will register. Stay put," he said . The bench creaked as she sat down. TGC competitors intimidated each other with deadly glares. The very air around them carried a toxic concentration of blood-lust. Hotaru remembered the first time she experienced TGC. She was a nervous mess and her backbone had completely disintegrated. In her moments of despair and defeat Hotaru crumbled to the ground. At the times when everything is dark that's when the tiniest glimmer of light can be detected. And her light was in the form of Midori. She wasted no time as she jumped him and cried in his arms. She was grateful that there was at least one kind face at TGC. Midori helped her calm down and regain her bearings. He even taught her all the rules of TGC. She was eternally thankful to him. Hotaru identified a few faces she was familiar with. There were lot of new competitors too . Hotaru squealed as thoughts about enforcing her justice raced through her mind .Forgetting about the tension she let the gentle spring sunshine warm her face. She pocketed her hands in her oversized hoodie. In her hoodie she could easily conceal her growing bump. She hadn't disclosed anything to her teammates yet because she wanted it to be a big surprise. The bench creaked as someone sat beside her. Midori breathed in the relaxing smell of the outdoors. "What a beautiful day to have a killing spree? The wait get's even more difficult each passing year. So Hotaru-chan how are you doing right now?" he asked. "Midori-san I'm fine. Tachibana doesn't feel like throwing up at everything now. I wish I could fight the new teams. Then Tachibana's justice will be handed out fairly to all those who seek it," she said pumping her fist. Her face lit up as excitement flowed in her veins. Midori patted her head. "Calm down Hotaru-chan. I'll fight for the two of us," he said. His hand slipped under the hoodie and rubbed her belly. "Midori-san someone will notice," she scolded him. Pale blue eyes looked at her in confusion. "It doesn't matter Hotaru-chan. Hmm? They are growing too fast or maybe you've been sneaking in an extra portion after meals," he bluntly stated. Her blood-lust fanned all over the gathering area like a whirlwind. "Midori-san. Are you calling Tachibana fat?" she asked. He waved his hands as a peace negotiation. The other contestants watched their bench eagerly. "Isn't that ToyGunGun's Hotaru?" "No way Hotaru is a boy. That's a girl. Maybe it's a close relative" . Hotaru piped down when the murmuring began. Midori growled inwardly. Anyone who hurt his beloved deliberately or not would pay in pain and tears. He'd make them scream in terror and beg for their insignificant lives. He'd defend what was his. "Hotaru-chan don't mind them. You're absolutely breath taking. I still can't believe that you are mine. It probably sucks being them. Everyday I count myself lucky to have someone like you in my life. Hotaru-chan you are mother of my unborn children and my love. I love you Hotaru-chan so don't let their words get to you," he said. Tears glistened in her eyes. "Sorry Midori-san. Tachibana was caught with my guard down," she said brushing away the tears from her eyes. Midori never wanted to see her cry especially when he was around. Midori tilted her chin up and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Hotaru froze when he kissed her so openly. She finally gave in casting aside her fears and kissed him with as much vigor. Hotaru rested her hands on his shoulders as her desire to be closer to him sky their different schedules they hardly had time alone and the effects were tangible. Hotaru pulled him closer. Midori growled approvingly at her wild spirit. Their tongues intensely fought for dominance. Hotaru yielded as he overpowered her. She wondered whether her feelings for him always this strong? Hotaru smiled against his lips and drew back. "I love you too Midori-san," she said hugging him. Midori embraced her and rested his chin on her head. "Watch me today Hotaru-chan. They need to know what an amazing person their dad is. Let them see the world through your eyes. I'll crush my opponents four times more fiercely for all of you," he said ."Tachibana will cheer you on Midori-san. Destroy them and break justice into their bones. Tachibana only wishes I could do it myself. I'm greedy that way," she said. "Matsuoka-san and everyone else should have returned by now" . Haruki cleared his throat. "You would have noticed if you weren't too busy sucking face!" he yelled. Midori looked completely lost. Yukki dramatically raised his hand to his forehead. "Mattsun catch me . I think I'm going to pass out," he said. Ichi and Fujimon arrived at the scene. "Midori-san you won't believe the traffic. But we arrived just in time. Ehh? Why is everyone so quiet ?" he asked. "Kamenashi-san is about to make his big announcement . Why don't we head to the front," Midori suggested to his teammates. Matsuoka lit up a cigarette to relieve himself of his worries. The blonde host raised it to his lips but it never reached its destination. Midori extinguished the cigarette under his foot. "Why on earth did you do that? That's the only one I had left," he yelled. Midori patted his shoulder gently. "Such wonderful news. Masamune I've asked you to quit your bad habits. After all it's not good for your trade. But now you'll be endangering something of mine," he said squeezing his shoulder roughly. Midori's eye lids lowered as his glare became malicious. "I will not have you retard my ..." Hotaru clapped his mouth shut for him. She bowed her head apologetically. "Matsuoka-san sorry about that. Midori-san is just concerned about your well being, neh. Let's go to the front," she said dragging him away. Matsuoka wanted to know the reason why Midori overreacted. And Hotaru stopped him from saying something. What could it be?
"Yosh. Is it me or there's something those two are hiding from us?" Matsuoka asked. "I don't think I want to know. That brute sullied our flower right infront of my eyes. I'll need a tonne of ero manga to purge my eyes of that scene," Yukki sniffed. Haruki shrugged it off. He wouldn't make it his business to know. The last thing he needed was to be distracted in the middle of a game.
The loud speaker screeched painfully loud. Kamenashi coughed to clear his throat. "Attention! I'm TGC's organizer Kamenashi Soushi. Thank you all for participating. Firstly the leaders will draw lot's to decide which opponent they'll be fighting. The matches will be based on teams. The last team standing will win the one million yen and they'll be able to use the field for free for a year," he said. "Listen closely. You were all hand picked by me as strong warriors who surpassed my strict measures. The prize money shouldn't be your biggest concern. But the greatest prize will be your pride as the great survival game players in all of Japan". The contestants roared as his words fueled them. Kamenashi walked away from the centre of the stage."Excuse me Hotaru-chan. I need to change into my uniform," he said pecking her on the cheek.
Midori entered the restrooms to change. He was removing his jacket when the black velvety box slipped out. Midori had almost forgotten its existence. Pale blue eyes watched it excitedly as his fingers smoothed over the top. A smile touched the corner of his lips. Today would be the day he informed the world that she belonged to him. He pocketed the box and continued changing. By all standards white was an unconventional colour for survival games because it did not serve as camouflage. His opponents easily identified him on the field. But he wanted them to spot him. He savored their priceless faces when their hope vanquished after they realized that their fates had been sealed. "Probably this year will be more interesting than the last," he said as he perched his hat on his head.
Vibrant lime green eyes watched the fourth match animatedly. Hoshishiro was fighting against 11Dogs and ToyGunGun battled it out with a new team called Inferno. The blonde girl continuously alternated between the two fields. She didn't want to miss out on anything and at the same time she needed to lend her support to both teams. ToyGunGun's captain showed off his skill's even though Inferno proved to be a handful. Inferno somehow didn't fit into the usual survival games categories. They all had uniform black and red military outfits. All three team members seemed to excel in all the skills that is strength, accuracy and agility. Since the beginning of TGC non of their opponents managed to land a hit on them. Were they survival game gods? As if they weren't frightening enough they all had terrifying skulls painted on their faces. Hotaru gulped looking at their leader .He exuded bloodlust that was so strong that it overpowered her own. Hotaru's blood became icy as the leader hunted after Matsuoka. Inferno obviously didn't see this as a game and they were out for blood. "Matsuoka-san , Yukimura-san And Haruki please be safe. Tachibana detects a deep rooted evil being emitted from that team," she prayed silently.
Haruki's senses were on high alert. The only time he had ever felt like a cornered rat was when he was fighting Haruka. Haruki felt dead calculative eyes searching the field for him. The brown haired man lowered his breathing and put his hand over his heart. It was just his imagination. But then why did he feel like he was in the pits of hell fighting for his life. He slowly peeked behind him to get a read on his opponents whereabouts. "He disappeared," he said. Haruki regained his breath slowly. "Mune are you alright?" he said over the ear piece. Matsuoka's neck was slicked with sweat as he dodged a deadly kick from the Inferno's leader. So much for having fun. Matsuoka failed to reply as the crimson eyed leader swept his feet off the ground. Haruki's confidence waned when the captain didn't reply. The captain must have been having a difficult time too. Haruki closed his eyes and leaned against the tree. At this rate they weren't going to face off Hoshishiro in the final round. "Finally given up huh," a cold and familiar voice said. Haruki's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice. The bright red hair made his eyes hurt. His skull faced opponent sat on his haunches on a tree branch. Crimson eyes watched him like a hawk."I normally don't want to hurt people but if it allows me time with Nii-san I'll do it wholeheartedly," he said as he swooped onto the ground. The red-haired boy fired at Haruki mercilessly. Haruki blacked out.
Hotaru watched as her teammates went down one by one. Haruki had been carried out by the paramedics after he passed out. Matsuoka walked to the safe area with a limp in his leg . Yuki only had a few scratches. Hotaru bit the inside of her cheeks to stop her lips from trembling. If only she'd been there she would have helped them out. They would have lived through it together. Tears watered her eyes as she dashed for the blonde host. Matsuoka was thrusted backwards as she threw herself at him. "Matsuoka-san I'm sorry for not keeping my promise to you. Tachibana said that I would always fight at the captain's side. But today you're injured and bruised because of me," she said. Matsuoka patted her back gently. "No Hotaru it's all my fight. I underestimated the abilities of our opponents and it cost us all. But at least we came this far. That gives me the motivation to train even harder for the next TGC. We'll show them how amazing we are," he said. Yukki tousled his hair and pulled his scarf over his nose. "Tachibana-chan," he called out. Hotaru eeped realizing that she had neglected her friend. "Yukimura-san. Tachibana didn't see you standing there," she said. "The failure of our team. I blame it on you," he said plainly. A giant lead block crashed onto her head. "How on earth do you expect this team of weird adults to conquer without at least one level headed person. I was suprised that we went this far. No offence Mattsun your leadership is excellent. But we can be difficult to handle. Even for you" Hotaru paled considerably. "Yukimura-san ,Tachibana will definetly make it up to you," she sweared. His glasses reflected a sharp and calculative ray of light. " There's a new game that I want for my birthday Tachibana-chan. I've already emptied out my pockets. If you could kindly get it for me," he said shyly. Matsuoka shook his head. "Yukki so that's what this was all about huh . Why don't we pay Haruki a visit," Matsuoka said. Haruki tossed and turned on the tiny bed. The starchy linen was itching his skin. Of all the shameful moments in his life this one took the cup. Being gunned down by an amateur and passing out soon after. The curtain drew open. Haruki shielded his eyes from the blinding daylight. "Nii-san. That was embarrassing," Haruka said coldly. Haruki rolled his eyes."Shut up. You weren't the one fighting those maniacs," Haruki spat back. "I know that Nii-san but you were weak. You allowed the enemy to know your weaknesses and they took advantage of it. I would have done the same," he said. "But nonetheless I'll avenge Nii-san because only I'm allowed the rights to torment Nii-san," Haruka said. Haruki blew out his breath . "That makes me really happy," he said sarcastically. The conversation from earlier that morning infiltrated Haruki's mind. Haruki looked at his younger brother's emotionless face. Unlike Midori double face Haruka hardly hid anything. With the right persuasion he could get the answers that he wanted. Weirdly enough Hotaru and Haruka had been hanging out more often. Haruki made himself believe that it must have been because she sometimes visited the hospital when she wasn't busy. But Haruka was an introvert who didn't like people. Then why was he hanging out with Hotaru? "Haruka do you know if there's something that Midori and Hotaru are hiding from us?" he asked. Haruka's mouth contorted into a semi crescent smile. "Nii-san if you want answers badly you know what I want. We used to share the same bed when we were younger. I miss the sensation of sleeping next to you," he whispered. Haruki's eyes darted to the ceiling. Was it that big of a secret for Haruki to demand such a price. "Just for one night," Haruki said. "I'm afraid one night isn't a fair deal. It's worth a month," Haruka said. " Are you trying to swindle me?" the brown haired male asked. "Nii-san is the nosy one. So whether it's a fair price or not shouldn't bother you," he said. "Fine," Haruki huffed. Haruka produced a pen and paper. "Sign here. A verbal agreement is difficult to prove in court. Nii-san isn't good on keeping promises," Haruka said. Haruki's blood boiled with rage. Damn that Haruka! He signed it anyway. "Now tell me," he demanded. "Tsk tsk Nii-san. Tachibana trusted me with this but since we are practically one in the same person it won't be breaking my promise," he began. "The truth is ToyGunGun and Hoshishiro will be having two additional members," Haruka said. "Oh great. I don't think new team members is worth cosying up next to you for a month," he said. Haruka stared at his brother blank faced. "Nii-san should learn to let other people finish talking before he sprouts nonsense," he said. "The new members aren't a part of this world yet. They are still in their mother's womb." "Stop talking in riddles and get straight to the point," Haruki said impatiently. Haruka flicked him on the forehead."Ow!" "Don't disturb me Nii-san. All I'm saying is that Tachibana is pregnant," he said. "What do you mean pregnant?! This is Hotaru we're talking about," he said. "I don't really care about the hows. Nii-san treated me terribly so Tachibana promoted me to Godfather. Two young minds for me to mold to perfection," he said. Haruki's head spun wildly. Midori and Hotaru were starting a family together. Hotaru was pregnant and she didn't bother telling them. How didn't he see that? Wait did Haruka say two young minds?"What do you mean two young minds?One is enough thanks. But two?!" he yelled. Haruka pinched his brother's mouth shut. "Nii-san shouldn't yell so much. I said two because Tachibana is pregnant with twins. Isn't that beautiful. It'll be like watching you and me all over again," he said smiling gently. 'Hopefully not,' Haruki thought. "Nii-san one more thing. Don't tell anyone else what I just told you. The last match is starting so I have to leave now. I have business to take care off," he said leaving. Haruki stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. Hotaru was pregnant with twins. That explained why Hotaru refused to be a part of TGC. Midori was going to be a father. He was happy for them. But he was still pissed that she hadn't bothered telling her best friend. The curtain drew open again and three beaming faces imposed themselves on him. Hotaru gave him a squeeze. His hand brushed over the small bulge in her abdomen. Haruki's eyes widened when he realised what he had just felt. She was really pregnant."Haruki how are you feeling?" she asked. She sat down. Haruki's golden eyes traced the young blonde maiden's movements. Hotaru somehow appeared softer, gentler and she was more radiant. Her blonde tresses flowed in waves around her . Haruki's heart thudded in his chest. He thought that he had locked away those feelings. Why now of all the times?! His face heated up considerably."DAMN IT! I'm fine!" he yelled looking the other way. "Haruharuki yelling isn't good for you. The doctor asked us not to get you frustrated. Did Haruka say something to you? We saw him leaving the room earlier," Yukki said. "I'll be fine alright. Haruka only checked up on me," he mumbled. The crunching noises of a plastic wrapper being opened filled the room. Hotaru munched on a breakfast bar slowly. "Tachibana-chan that's the third one you've had since we arrived," Yukki commented. Hotaru gave them a dirty look. "Don't judge Tachibana . I'm just starving that's all," she pouted. Haruki sat up and got off the bed. "Hotaru I'll get you something healthier to eat," he said grabbing his 's eyes squealed at the prospect of finally eating a proper meal. "Haruki are you well enough to be walking around?" Matsuoka asked."Right now I'm not the one you should be worrying about," he said leading Hotaru out. Matsuoka and Yukki stared at each other. "Why does it feel like we are the only ones left in the dark?" Yukki asked. "That's because we are the only ones without a clue," Matsuoka said.
Kamenashi patrolled the safety area purposefully. "The last match is a duel to the death. The team with the most members at the end of the time limit wins the title of Japan's most lethal survival game team. Hoshishiro has defended its title strongly for the past decade. With the exception of the one time when the outstanding team ToyGunGun once claimed the title as TGC's champions. Without wasting anymore time let the games begin!" Kamenashi announced. Hoshishiro faced off Inferno. The official stood inbetween both teams. "Heads or tails," he asked Midori. Midori raised his right hand up. "I hope you don't mind if I ask the army of the undead to choose first," he said politely. The official cast his eyes on Inferno. "Heads or tails?" he asked the leader. The crimson eyed man said calmly,"Heads." "Pfffft ," Midori laughed. "What's so funny," Inferno's leader asked. "For a moment there I thought you were going to choose tails. Afterall only cowards hide behind a wall of paint. Speaking of which the two of you share the same set of eyes. Perhaps he's your younger brother?" he asked pointing at the youngest member. "He is in fact my brother. We're not hiding ourselves we're just having fun," he chuckled. Midori wore his silly grin. "In that case you won't mind exchanging names ,right?" he asked. "I'm Midori Nagamasa." Midori stretched out his hand for a formal shake. The crimson eyed captain received it warmly. "Masahiko Hasegawa," Masahiko said adding pressure to his hold. Midori winced and retracted his hand. "You've got quite a grip there Masahiko. If I'd held in there a few seconds longer I'd have to forfeit the match," he said shaking off the pain. The official flipped the coin in the air. A swarm of eyes followed it's movement closely. "Heads," the official announced. "Masahiko by chance are you affiliated with Hotaru Tachibana," Midori asked. Masahiko was surprised that Hotaru mentioned his name to Midori. "She's a part of my station as well as someone I hold dear ," he said. Midori's eyes darkened visibly. So he was that Masahiko. Cold shivers ran down Masahiko's spine. What on earth was that feeling?! "How about we start this deathless death match. I look forward to hammering the final nail in your coffin Masahiko," he said lightly. "I look forward to fighting you too. It's personal for me," Masahiko said tilting his chin up. "Ehh. You really want to destroy me that badly huh. Keep things interesting Masahiko. I don't like being bored," Midori stated rather coldly. Inferno entered the densely vegetated field. Haruka cleared his throat. "Midori what's the plan?" Haruka asked. "We toy around with the poor things for a bit. Give them a little confidence then we grind them to dust," he said clenching his fist. "But Midori-san they are so scary," Fujimoto squirmed. Midori pressed his fingers to Fujimoto's cheek. "Fujimon I'm so helpless right now. I'm going to need you to lend me your strength today," Midori said. Fujimon's eyes hardened at Midori's request. "Let's destroy them already," he said fiercely. Ichi sat at the safety area benches with her sniper rifle close to her chest. The wind blew strands of her hair onto her face. Why did her heart ache so much? Midori sensei had selected that fool Fujimon over her at the last moment. Ichi wanted to make it up to her sensei for her past failures. She committed a grave sin that she constantly beat herself up over numerous times. She no longer cared if the bastard Masahiko exposed her secret if it meant staying by her sensei's side.
"Fan out. The enemy attacks individually. If we are gunned down at once where's the fun in that?" Midori said as they marched into the forest. "Our opponents are a bit different this year. They are more calculative than the last batch of kids we encountered. So what should we do?" he asked. Haruka turned to look at Midori. "I really don't care about formulating a plan. I'm only here for revenge," he said honestly. "Trust me when I say the feeling is mutual," the green haired doctor stated. Fujimoto broke out in cold sweat. "If I may ask Midori-san," he said quietly. "Hm? You have a question Fujimon?" he said. "Why are the two of you the only ones with a thirst for vengeance. I feel so left out. How should I obtain the same fire that you have?" he whined. Midori and Haruka watched him warily. Midori recovered first and patted Fujimon on the back. "What if I told you that they hurt Ichi? They did unthinkable things to her. That's the reason why I dismissed her from this particular fight," he said slowly. Fujimoto didn't mind being mistreated but anyone who hurt his comrades signed a warranty for their death. He clutched his minigun tighter. "I hope they like swiss cheese," Fujimoto said heartlessly. Hoshishiro's members went their seperate ways. Midori found it difficult to control his sadistic desires. The enemy wasn't far off at least. The more luxury he took in killing him the more satifactory the ordeal would be. Nobody was taking away Hotaru from him especially scum that deserved to be under his boot. A bullet whistled past his ear. "How much is the bounty for my head? That was a scary stunt you pulled there Masahiko," he said feigning fear. Masahiko put his hunting shot gun down. So that was his weapon of choice huh? Unfortunately Midori didn't have the same urgency as he did. "The next time I shoot I won't miss," he stated. Midori held his legs and caught his breath. Masahiko didn't understand what she saw in him. It was like dealing with a newly born fawn. Was he really TGC's king? Masahiko stepped forward and pointed the gun at Midori's head. "After I defeat you I'm taking Hotaru with me," he stated. Midori looked up at him. "But didn't your first plan fail?" he asked nonchalantly. "You're very creative though Masahiko. I'll give you that" Masahiko was petrified. He knew all along. "It doesn't matter. That's why there are second chances," he said. "In your case it's not the truth. Thanks to the stunt you pulled Hotaru will forever be out of your reach. How does it feel knowing that she'll be the second person you love you're losing? Your life sucks," Midori chuckled. Masahiko saw red. He pulled the trigger but the bullet pierced the empty air. "Eh? This is why I tripped. Can you see the size of that root?" he said pointing at the ground. "Stand still Midori. I'm not in the mood to play games with you," Masahiko said pulling the trigger. The green haired doctor disappeared behind a cluster of trees. The air echoed with sounds of bullets from the minigun.
Masahiko's former partner's body stung from the spray of bullets. Masahiko had informed him that this member was the weakest so why had he hunted him down so ferociously. "Hit!" he yelled audibly.
Naoki's and Haruka's hands locked in combat. The red haired boy was confused. "Didn't I pulverize you in the previous match. You fainted didn't you?" he asked. Haruka knead him in the gut. Naoki drew back a few steps. That couldn't be the same person. "That was my Nii-san you fought. Now I'm going to eliminate you," Haruka said kicking him to the ground. Naoki had never felt such intense malice being expelled from one individual. Haruka aimed the gun at him and shot ruthlessly. Naoki screamed at first then he went quiet. His eyes became lifeless. Haruka poked him with the end of his gun. Seeing that he was still breathing Haruka contacted the captain over the earpiece. "Midori-san my job is done. End you task quickly," he instructed.
Midori sighed as he stepped out of the trees. "Masahiko it seems like my teammates took things way too seriously. Your brother can hardly remember his name," he said shaking his head. "What did you do to Naoki?" he asked protectively. "Nothing much. He was simply returning the favour," Midori said yawning. "This is getting boring Masahiko. You're just not doing it for me," he said. Midori dashed towards Masahiko. Masahiko swung his leg at Midori. The doctor easily blocked him. Midori kneed Masahiko in the side. Masahiko gasped from the pain and held his side. Midori held him up by his hair. He lowered his gaze at him as a sadistic smirk planted itself on his face. "You're an overconfident piece of trash with mummy issues. Hotaru belongs to one person and that is me. She's mine alone. Pull a stunt like that one again and it won't be bb pellets bouncing off your clothes. I will end you," he snarled . He booted him against a tree. Midori withdrew the his black winchester randall. "Consider this a parting gift," Midori said. Bang! Bang!Bang! Masahiko felt lifeless. The pain was unimaginable. "You should learn to say 'hit' or I won't know when to stop shooting. Oh well," he said. Bang! Like before the bullet hit the same spot were his heart was positioned. Masahiko clutched his left breast. "Hit," he whispered. "That's a good boy. It was fun killing you. It'd be great if we fight again next year," he said returning the gun to its holder. Masahiko remained still. That was the real Midori Nagamasa he'd faced today. Midori walked away.
Hoshishiro took the title of TGC's champions once again. The organizers had arranged for a barbecue as always to celebrate everyones hard work. Hoshishiro and ToyGunGun shared the same table. Hotaru sat with a plate full of barbecued pork ribs. Whilst everyone else watched her questioningly Midori couldn't help adoring the way she looked. She appeared so happy and care free. Some barbeque sauce dribbled down the corner of her mouth. Midori took the liberty to wipe off using his thumb. He sucked it off his finger. Hotaru flushed at his actions. "This is some high quality barbaque sauce. Don't fill up too much on that Hotaru-chan. Save room for dessert," he said seductively. Hotaru grew bright red."Midori-san stop ruining Tachibana's meal. Non of you can barbecue this good so Tachibana has to enjoy it while it lasts," she mumbled digging into the ribs. All the men at the table suddenly felt depressed. Ichi couldn't help being envious of Hotaru. The blue haired woman stabbed around her plate. Fujimon pushed his plate torwards Ichi. "I hardly ate anything but I put all my favorite things. There's mushroom , potato and grilled beef too. I don't know if you like onions. Maybe you'll grow to like them also," he said blushing. Ichi wanted to make some snarky comment but she was grateful to Fujimoto . She nodded her head quietly.
Dessert was served and Hotaru lost herself in the wonders of chocolate cake. She was digging into another forkful of cake when her fork hit something metallic. Instinctively she wanted to remove the strange contraption in her food. Midori watched her keenly. Hotaru saw a glimmer of gold in her cake. Using her fingers she dug it out. "Eh?! Midori-san there's was a ring in my cake. Somebody must have dropped it by mistake," Hotaru said cleaning it with a napkin. Hotaru had never seen anything as beautiful as that double banded diamond encrusted ring. There was giant diamond rock at the center of the ring. That ring must have been expensive. Hotaru gulped. "I'll inform the field staff that someone lost their ring," she said. She was about to leave when Midori held her down. Pale blue eyes watched her with affection. "It's no coincidence Hotaru. That ring belongs to you," he said. Hotaru stared at him like he was talking nonsense. "I don't own a ring Midori-san," she explained. Midori knelt down on his left knee and he held her hand. Matsuoka wasn't sure if his eyesight was good. "Yukki can you see what I'm seeing," he asked. "If you mean seeing Midori proposing to Hotaru. I believe I no longer require use of these glasses," he whispered back. Midori retrieved the ring. "Hotaru there comes a point in every man's life that he leaves his parents and finds himself a wife. Someone he believes he can build a home with and start a new life with. I'd never reached that point in my life were I felt that need. But it all changed when I met you. I want to be yours alone and I want you to be mine. Hotaru I don't see myself going anywhere without you by my side. These may be mere words coming from my mouth but allow me the rest of your life to prove that I mean each and every word. You've granted me the chance to become a father but I want to be the best husband I can be to you. I love you Hotaru Tachibana. Will allow me to take your hand in marriage?" Midori asked. Hotaru didn't know what to say. Midori had just proposed to her! Her cheeks flared up as tears streaked her face. She wiped them away deftly. "My answer is yes Midori-san," she said. The green haired doctor slipped the ring onto her finger. Everyone cheered to celebrate their engagement. "I love you always Midori-san ," Hotaru said hugging him. "Congratulations Midori and Hotaru," Matsuoka said. "Thank you Masamune," he replied. "Earlier you said you were going to become a father. What was that about?" the host asked."Tachibana will explain to you briefly. Midori-san and I are expecting," she said unzipping her hoodie. In her white tank-top the enlarged bump was visible. She put her hands on her belly. Midori cradled their unborn children with her. "We are having a set of twins," he explained nuzzling his fiance's neck. Fujimoto squealed delightedly. "Fujimon has been promoted to Uncle Fujimon. What gender are they?" he asked. Hotaru looked at Midori's face for approval before she proceeded to answer. "It's a boy and a girl," she said. "Tachibana-chan this is so exciting. I can't wait to finally meet the two of them. The position of Godfather..." "Please back off perverted mangaka. Tachibana entrusted that duty to me," Haruka said. Yukki went crying to Matsuoka. Haruki knelt beside Hotaru. "Can I feel them?" he asked. Haruki pressed his ear onto her belly and proceeded to talk to the twins."Hi there little champs," he said. There was silence then a little thud. Hotaru eyes widened. "This is the first time they kicked. Haruki keep on talking to them," she pleaded. "Obviously you like the sound of my voice. Considering that I'm the loudest around here. But why wouldn't I be ? That darned brother of mine stole my role as Godfather. There's no way I'm ever becoming a Godmother!" he said. Kick! Kick! "I'll take that as a yes. So the two of you better hurry up and grow up. There's an entire world we want to share with you," he said.
end of chapter 10 *