He was interested. He didn't know why, but he was interested in her. Nanami Haruka, a very interesting girl. She had somehow managed to stay hidden from all press her entire life, even when still in the Nanami's household. Even after the wedding, no one had a face to go with the name. She was a mystery and if it wasn't for her mother's defendant pregnancy, everyone would have thought she was made up. Many people had tried to bribe her maids to get a picture of her or at least a description of what she looked like, but they all seemed ready to defend her with their lives.

The moment he had heard that his old childhood friend and colleague, Jinguji Ren, was to marry her, he hired people to gather info on her, but only received a few things about her; her birthday, her parents, and her family background.

He wanted to keep quiet and try to see her for himself, to study her, or at least, have his brother do that. Hijirikawa Tokiya, Masato's illegitimate older brother was known for his ability to read people, thats the only reason why he was to come to the meeting that Masato had arranged with Ren.

Based on how well she had hidden from view, he thought her to be very clever, knowing just what way to twist and turn. She must have been charming, in order to have every maid in the Nanami household to determine to protect her. In order to live with Jinguji Ren, she had to be quite strong and straightforward. Any heir to a large company would be strong, confident in everything they did. So, from what he had gathered, he was able to put together a picture to match his mystery girl. Some clever, hardheaded girl, who was strong and confident, mastered in the charming department with an intimidating aura. Tall and finely curved, draped in jewelry and covered in makeup. A perfect match for Jinguji Ren.

But, when he saw her, he was blown away by how utterly wrong he was.

She practically shook when he looked at her. She looked small and weak. She had no makeup and wore a simple dress. He told her to sit down, barely any edge in his voice, but she acted like he was going to hurt her if she didn't. She didn't bother to talk and seemed to WANT to be quiet. She looked like she would rather shy away from people then attempt to charm them.

But he was right about something; she did have some looks to her. She had a compelling face which was framed perfectly by her hair, which, he admits, was a strange shade of pink, something he had never seen before. Her face was smooth, still retaining some of it's baby fat. Her chin wasn't peaked, more rounded, and her jaw had a gentle curve to it, a bit like his brother's. Her body did have curves, though small and still developing, they were there. Surprisingly, she looked more like a teenager then a twenty one year old, like he was told she was. She was completely ordinary and boring except for one thing: Her eyes.

They were an amazing shade of goldish yellow, tints of green in them. He would have mistaken them for wolf's eyes if it wasn't for the shyness and fear they held. They almost looked worn and empty, but with new light flooding in.

He was was intrigued.

She definitely wasn't his kind of woman, but he found himself strongly interested in the mystery woman. He liked his women strong and confident. He liked the feeling of making them feeling helpless in front of him. And a woman would do anything to get her pride back, even if that means attempting to catch his attention. Don't get him wrong, he's not the kind of man to use them and lose them, so he kept away from relationships. But he was a healthy young man. He had just as much wild instincts as the next.

"She kind of looked uncomfortable in her dress." Masato's brother, Tokiya snapped him out of his thought, bringing him back to the car ride. Masato stared at him brother. He was nearly an exact copy of himself, same blue hair and emotionless facade.

"Too simple?" Masato guessed, looking out of window. She had to have at least one kind of strong feminincity(A/N: Not sure if thats a word, but we'll stick with it!) to be with Ren.

"No, it seemed like it was too fancy to her." Masato looked back at his brother with more interest than before. "From what I saw, she didn't want to be in the room with us, but still wanted to be with someone. I'm guessing that either constant clinging behavior or loneliness. But, based on how uncomfortable around people she was, I'd go for loneliness."

"So, what else? You had to have gotten something else." Masato pressed, wanting as much information as he could possibly get his hands on.

"I'm a little fuzzy. Strange as it sound, she's an open book with no words. I couldn't really hone into a personality, just emotion." Tokiya admitted, looking down in frustration. His fists balled and his eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand why I couldn't figure her out. She was so open. It was kind of like she was a book, but in another language." Tokiya said, looking up at his brother, staring him straight in the eyes. Masato nodded, looking out the window.

"I think she's nice!" Masato and Tokiya both turned behind them, glaring at the redhead who had swung his body half over the seats, almost laying limply. He was smiling widely, oblivious to the anger emanating from the two bluenetts'.

"Otoya, sit down." Tokiya hissed, poking him in the forehead harshly, pushing his head back.

"Tokiya~ That hurts!" He complained. "I should be able to talk! I know her very well!"

"How well." Masato asked, suddenly intrigued. Masato wanted to know everything he could about her.

"Well, she's really nice, she likes gardening, she grew up sickly, she-"

"Wait, repeat that." Masato interrupted.

"Hu, what? That she was sickly? Yeah, she said that she was really weak as a child and she got sick a lot. She said that she gets sick in the city, so she's kept in clean air." Masato turned away from Otoya, looking out the window, deep in thought. She was...sickly? Why would some sickly girl be married to the worlds greatest playboy? At least it explained why she was kept out of the public eye so often, she would have been overwhelmed.

"Masa? Dishavu?" Otoya asked.

"Nothing." Masato said, opening up his phone.

"Eh?! Masa! Tell me!" Otoya whined loudly, causing a vain to pop out of both bluenetts' heads.

"Otoya sit down and be quiet." Tokiya sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Fine, fine." Otoya said, slouching back into his seat.

"A swear..." Tokiya mumbled, shaking his head. The car was silent for a little, nothing but the sounds of the motor running and cars going by.

"But, you know, I'm rather surprised of the answer." Otoya mumbled from behind them.

"Normally, I would threaten to kick you out of the car," Otoya chuckled a little, smiling at Tokiya through the crack in the seats, amused. "But you did say something sensible, for once. It was rather surprising."

"I agree." Masato said, not bothering to look at them. "We should prepare ourselves to meet with this, 'Haruka Jinguji' again. Otoya, get information on her, as much as you can."

"Why am I involved?" Otoya mumbled.

"Because she likes you, god knows why, and she'll probably open up to you."

"Why would you think that?"

"I just do. Beside, you want to know more about her, don't you?" Masato turned his head and eyes Otoya, causing him to blush.

"W-well, she is really nice and all! B-but thats all!" Otoya stuttered, looking away from them.

"Honesty, Otoya, you fall too quickly." Tokiya sighed.

"Tokiya!" Otoya complained, jumping up again only to fall back from the force of a quick stop. "Ow!"

"Thats what you get, Otoya. Honestly, I told you so many times not to stand up." Tokiya sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. After not hearing a remark from the red head, Tokiya turned around, concern coloring his eyes very lightly. Masato knew just how much he cared for Otoya; Otoya was like a goofy little brother to him. He had made excuses for years to keep him around some being 'I gave him my car keys and he had yet to return them' 'I can't fire him after he got a concussion' 'I need him to fire someone, she'll cry if I do it' and 'If I leave him alone for a second, he'll kill himself'. It was no secret that Tokiya enjoyed Otoya's company, they were very close, despite looking more like a boss and employee. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine... my head hurts." Otoya mumbles.

"Sir, we're back at the house." The driver said.

"I'll leave you two to your normal duties." Masato opened the door, closing it behind him. He looked at the side of his mansion, seeing a row of flowers in front of it. They drew his thoughts away, reminding him of a certain someone who loves flowers: Haruka Nanami.

Haha, I'm making you wait another chapter before you find out if Haruka is coming over or not. But I PROMISE you will have your answer in the next chapter!