Kohaku looked at him, a smile playing on her lips, sensing the direction of his thoughts, "Senku, if you're about to propose, you should know that my priorities are a bit scattered right now," she said, her tone softening.
Senku, though momentarily taken aback, respected her honesty. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, I get it. Your career is soaring right now, and you've got your tours lined up. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of that," he replied, his expression turning supportive. "Just know that whatever you choose, I'll be there, cheering you on, even attending those tours if you'll have me."
Kohaku's eyes softened, grateful for Senku's understanding.
A subtle silence settled between Senku and Kohaku, a quiet acknowledgment of unspoken sentiments hanging in the air. Kohaku's gaze lingered on Senku, her heart caught between the wistfulness of what could be and the reality of the present.
Senku, breaking the silence, displayed a sly smile. "Well, since you appreciate it so much, how about getting it framed?"
Kohaku looked at him and shook her head, "No, I'll be the one to have it done," she insisted.
For some reason, Senku's marriage proposal made her ponder if they had met in a different time, where no one pressured her into marrying someone she didn't know or like. In a scenario where her father was healthy, her sister was not bedridden, and she encountered Senku at a party or some other setting where he didn't have to pretend to be her boyfriend, would it be easier for her to say yes?
As she gazed at his painting of her, she hesitated to let anyone else take it and have it framed. It was as if she couldn't bear the thought of the painting being out of her sight. Despite knowing it was just a representation of herself, the fact that he took the time to paint it held significant meaning for her.
Kohaku just didn't want it to be ruined or to be forgotten.
Senku might not have considered it perfect, but to her, it meant everything. So, she thought that he might forget about it or perhaps not want to return it to her once he had it because he felt it was incomplete.
Kohaku called someone who could privately preserve and create a frame for it on the same day. Senku was there when the person she requested arrived, and with Senku watching, it was quickly completed after a few hours. She was content with everything.
That same night, they slept together, and Senku dropped her off at her studio again the next day. As usual, a parade of paparazzi crowded her, but with the help of Minami and Gen, they were able to whisk her away safely.
Kohaku was lost in thought while in the studio. She had been listening to sound suggestions and occasional music mixing by Ukyo, her sound engineer, for quite some time, but nothing seemed to click. Gen and Amaryllis chimed in occasionally with their remarks on the final sound, and Kohaku kept testing the waters with her singing after numerous takes. Finally, after just half a day, they were done with three songs.
Fortunately, she had immense trust in her friends, especially Ukyo, so she was confident that the suggestions for her upcoming album would turn out great.
"I hope you like it, Kohaku."
"You're brilliant, Ukyo. I can't thank you enough."
"That music award was as good as secured once they heard it, Kohaku! Your voice was ethereal!" Amaryllis voiced out once they're done with the recordings.
"I've listened to your demos for the other songs you've composed. It would be wonderful if we could collaborate on those as well," Ukyo suggested.
"No, it's—"
"Are you kidding? That's a yes! Right, Kohaku?" Feeling a bit embarrassed with Minami's enthusiastic suggestions, Kohaku agreed, considering it was Minami who made the offer. Although it was possible that she might have wanted to take an active role as a producer on all her songs and had made the executive decision not to work with Ukyo, she found herself going along with it.
Truth is, she was somewhat spaced out from the events of the past few days with Senku.
"Oh! I—I mean, yes! If you're willing to help me explore this new sonic landscape, I'll be delighted to work with you."
Kohaku sighed as she watched Ukyo let Minami and the others guide him in listening to all of her demos for her compositions.
Looking back what happened, it was so surreal. Senku seems to be so perfect for whatever reason. He was handsome, a genius, and influential. He was also raised in a good household and had a perfect family. He can also be quite sensitive at times and despite his lack of experience with having relationships with opposite sex, it seems like he also knew how to go around it.
"And that's a wrap! Geez, I'm excited for your next album, Kohaku! It'll be hard to stay tight-lipped when the press asks me about it," Minami giggled as she sipped on a glass of water after a day's worth of singing, experimenting with tones for each song.
"Although you were able to get through it, I still can't seem to forget the fact that you were blanked out earlier, you know, and there's the proof..." Minami said while looking at someone behind her.
"What proof?" Kohaku followed her gaze and was shocked when she saw Senku casually talking to Ukyo as he left. Once he was done, he rose and slowly approached her with a smile on his face.
She suddenly found herself running her fingers through her hair, although her throat still hinted at a slight ache from singing all day, she can still talk. She didn't dwell much on how she looked or whether she was presentable, especially when Senku appeared effortlessly good in his suit.
"Oh, don't worry, you look great, Kohaku!" Minami giggled, noticing her sudden movements. Kohaku's cheeks warmed, and she shot her friend a brief glare. Senku's lips twisted into a smile as he spoke, "I have a meeting nearby after lunch. Just wanted to ask if we could go to lunch before I go?"
Caught off guard, she took a moment before responding. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise; Kohaku was simply surprised to see him there. "Oh... sure."
It wasn't the first time that week. In the following days, he cooked dinner for them, and on occasions when she hadn't returned home yet, he would call, inviting her for dinner.
"Are you busy?" he said over the phone at the end of the week.
Kohaku sighed, slightly disappointed that she had to decline his invitation. "I... have to attend a ceremony until dinner tomorrow."
"That sounds like a big deal. Where's it going to be held?"
"It's at the state-of-the-art Metropolis Arena downtown. They've transformed the whole place into a glamorous showcase for the music industry. It's a dream venue for any artist, really."
"Metropolis Arena, huh? I've heard it's quite the spectacle. Are you performing or just attending?"
"Both!" Kohaku replied with a grin. "I'll be performing one of my hit singles, and of course, I'm hoping to take home an award or two. It's always a fierce competition, but this year feels special."
"Well, it sounds like an event not to be missed. I'll be there." She heard him said,
"Really?"
"What time, Kohaku?" Her heart pounded from the excitement.
Senku's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair with his phone, considering Kohaku's invitation to the awards show. "You know, it just so happens that I heard Ryusui and Luna received invitations too. It seems like the event is garnering quite the attention."
Kohaku's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? That's unexpected."
"Maybe they just want to grace the event with their extravagant presence. Plus, Luna's always talking about fashion, and I don't have anything to do, so I'll go. Besides, if you have a big event, that means your boyfriend should be around."
Kohaku feeling like a happy bubble inside replied, "Alright. It could be fun to have some familiar faces in the crowd. Just promise you won't get too distracted during my performance."
The only thing that brought her this kind of happiness was when announced she had won an award for her musical compositions. It was a significant achievement, a testament to the choices she made to become a well-known and respected musician in the industry. With everything positive happening in her life these days, she felt such overwhelming joy that her heart would burst. Finally experiencing the thrill of making her own choices, succeeding, or even facing failure made it all worthwhile.
Right now, she felt like it was happening all over again, but with a different emotion. Being with Senku felt like a significant choice. She knew she could make mistakes, yet that didn't deter her from experiencing a unique kind of joy. Senku did indeed show up at her event, and his presence captivated and energized everyone, including Minami and her friends, when they saw him with her.
"I can hear the wedding bells," Minami teased as they both watched him enter the premises on the red carpet with Ryusui and Luna in tow.
Kohaku glared at her, "Stop it. It wasn't like that."
"You're next after Yuzuriha," Minami smiled teasingly, "Finally! I'll be one of your bridesmaids if that happens." She predicted and winked at Kohaku.
Kohaku fell silent as her friend tease and Senku approached them. He was impeccably dressed, and standing beside him was Luna, teasing him about how good they looked together, in a playful, jealous manner.
They were also greeted by a few guests, mentioning how Senku rarely attended events unless Kohaku was involved. He just smiled in response, saying, "It's hard for me to miss, especially if my girlfriends in it." Despite the incessant questions, especially from the media, he endured it all for Kohaku's sake.
Senku for her was just so hard to miss that he can't just be an accessory. He made sure to sit beside her and stand close to her, politely smiling to the guests, quiet and letting her shine whenever the discussion shifted to him, but even though he dislikes attention there's no way the guests would just let go of him.
"You two look so good together, Miss Kohaku," a guest said.
"Thank you," Kohaku said, glancing at Senku. After the recently concluded event, they found themselves at an organized afterparty, where guests and media engaged them in small talk for potential scoops.
"I know your father, by the way, Mr. Ishigami. I'm pretty sure he'd like Kohaku," a guest remarked.
"Oh, yes. He really likes Kohaku, sir," Senku responded, his hand casually resting on her exposed waist. "He's so fond of her."
"Oh! She's met Byakuya? I can sense you settling down soon," the guest happily commented, taking a sip of his wine.
"Don't pressure the lovebirds if I were you, Haruto-san," Ryusui interjected, holding his own glass of wine. He continued, "Please let them enjoy the dating stage before settling down."
Kohaku and Senku recognized that Ryusui was skillfully diverting the conversation from becoming too personal and lightening the mood by introducing a new topic.
"It's clear you both are meant to be!"
Senku chuckled, "I hope so, sir. Marriage is tempting, but I want Kohaku to do the things she wants to do before we talk about it."
Somehow, this is her kind of picture-perfect definition of love—someone who never gets tired of proving it to her every day, although he knows that she already know.
"Why? I bet your children would look good together!"
Kohaku became uneasy as the discussion persisted, particularly when she spotted a woman nearby. The reverberating voices of Senku and Ryusui filled the air as Kohaku identified the individual. The woman, poised to sip her drink, shifted her attention in their direction, unmistakably eavesdropping on their conversation.
Whatever courteous smile on Kohaku's face vanished when she identified the woman as her mother. Despite the appearance of a gracious older guest sponsoring the event and conversing with others, Kohaku saw through the facade. Encircled by bodyguards, her mother seemed to relish the atmosphere of elite gatherings, posing as a fan of Kohaku's music. However, Kohaku discerned that her mother's presence was not rooted in genuine support; rather, it stemmed from an affinity for attending such prestigious events.
"Mr. Ishigami, are you going to cage her when you get married?" a guest inquired.
"Of course not, sir. She's free to do whatever she wants if we get married," Senku responded. Kohaku, feeling a bit distracted, managed to fake a smile and glanced back to where her mother was, only to find her gone.
"Be patient, sir!" Ryusui interjected loudly, bringing her attention back to the ongoing conversation. "They will get there! There's no need to hurry! They're happy now!"
"She wouldn't be here attending events like this if our wedding is near. She'd be busy because of it," Senku smiled politely, glancing at Kohaku. "And if we're married, we'll be going to more places for our honeymoon. People won't be able to see her perform as often."
The elder gentleman chuckled, "True, but I prefer seeing you sing and gracing us with your presence at events like these, Kohaku."
Putting on another forced smile, Kohaku scanned the surroundings, hoping to spot her mother, but she was nowhere in sight. An hour passed and various individuals engaged in conversation with them, the crowd eventually dispersed, leaving Kohaku and Senku alone.
Sensing a shift in Kohaku's demeanor, Senku leaned in, his eyebrows raised in concern. "I'm sorry about that. Would you like some space? I can step aside so you can chat with others without the attention on us."
Kohaku nodded appreciatively, and Senku agreed, "Alright, I'll be nearby, waiting."
He left her before more well-wishers approached. Senku joined Gen, who was conversing with Luna and Amaryllis. Ryusui, positioning himself beside Kohaku, redirected the conversation to his businesses, highlighting how Kohaku's fame positively impacted his hotels by attracting international attention. Kohaku was getting into the discussion when someone approached her.
She turned and saw that it was one of her mother's bodyguards. "Miss Fujiwara, Mrs. Iwakura would like to speak with you."
Kohaku nearly forgot about her mother's presence at the event, engrossed in her ongoing conversation. The prospect of interacting with her mother brought a momentary pause. Their past interactions had always been heated, characterized by her mother's efforts to assert control. Kohaku anticipated that this conversation would likely revolve around her mother pressuring her to marry someone she didn't love. Again.
As these thoughts surfaced, recent memories rushed in – Senku discussing their potential future with others, the meeting with his father, and the multitude of positive moments that overshadowed her mother's negativity.
Amidst all her doubts, the faces of her sleeping sister and her father emerged. It had been weeks since the hospital called her, giving her the impression that he was improving. If she didn't comply with her mother's request, she knew she would unleash her anger on either her father or her sister.
"Okay," Kohaku replied hoarsely.
Kohaku excused herself from the crowd, catching sight of Senku engrossed in a conversation with her friends. She was relieved that there was a good chance he might not notice her brief departure. He seemed occupied on his own, which worked in her favor.
Adjusting her light blue mermaid gown to lift it slightly, making sure she looked presentable, she followed her mother's bodyguard. As they walked, she saw how they were heading towards a secluded hallway, her unease grew.
Kohaku had always resented herself for continuing to expect anything from her own mother. She knew her mother never acknowledged her as her own; if anyone knew, it was only because they researched it. Her mother avoided being seen talking with her in public, fearing people might realize she was her daughter.
Despite Kohaku's numerous achievements, a persistent feeling lingered within her that her mother harbored a sense of shame in claiming her as her own. Strangers, older women, guests, and even Senku's father exhibited more pride in Kohaku's accomplishments than her own mother ever did. It was as if these individuals considered themselves fortunate to have her as a daughter, while her real mother failed to share the same sentiment.
"What is it, mother?" she greeted with immediate disappointment in her voice as she approached her mother. The disappointment was evident, dripping like acid.
Kohaku despised feeling this way, worn out by her mother's toxicity. She didn't expect her mother to change or seek an apology after all these years, so why bother?
She looked around as if afraid someone might witness her talking to her own daughter. Kohaku crossed her arms, though she looked stunning in a silk gown with a heart neckline, revealing a tasteful hint of cleavage with it featuring an oversized bow at the back, her face betrayed annoyance as she examined her mother. Kohaku was growing impatient.
"I have guests waiting for me. What is it, Mom?"
"You've met his father?" her mother inquired.
Kohaku couldn't believe this was her introduction. She remained silent.
Her mother nodded and took a deep breath. Kohaku watched her with a passive expression, sensing a subtle hint of submission.
"I guess I can't do anything about this, huh?" her mother remarked weakly, offering a small smile. She looked at Kohaku, she approached her, but she remained as she was. Kohaku's mind was stuck on her last statement. Why did it sound like...
"I want to apologize to you properly, Kohaku. Can we meet tomorrow?" WHAT? Apologize for what?
Kohaku was aware of how her mother had wronged her many times, but she had never considered the possibility of ever receiving a genuine apology. It was something she had dreamed of, yes, but she never thought it would come true.
Now, she felt guilty for thinking the worst of her mother. So many questions flooded her mind, but she felt overwhelmed and unsure of how to voice them. Her mother approached her, gently holding her hand with a squeeze to grab Kohaku's attention. Kohaku's eyes shifted to their connected hands, and she froze on the spot.
"I guess I'm just pressured, Kohaku. The deal with the Asanos is a big deal to your stepfather. And coincidentally, Mozu really likes you. It would be easier for us to close the deal if we give Mozu what he wants. But now... I realize that we can't force you into it."
Her mouth dropped open. She had dreamt of this moment countless times. In her fantasies, she envisioned her mother being genuinely apologetic, offering the love, caresses, hugs, understanding, and acknowledgment she had always longed for. Was this surreal moment actually happening to her right now?
Could this be the reason why her mother had refrained from bothering her these past few weeks? Was this why she was genuinely happy during this time because her dream of happiness was finally becoming a reality? Was this the awaited turning point she had hoped for?
Despite everything, Kohaku couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. Even as her mother spoke, it still felt like a dream come true.
"I know you're busy, daughter, but I hope we can talk more about this and meet tomorrow. It could have been today, but seeing you're busy with this event, I expect you'll be tired later. So... tomorrow?" her mother suggested.
Kohaku's lips trembled. Words failed to capture the overwhelming happiness she felt at that moment, so she simply nodded. Her mother gently smiled at her.
"Thank you. I'll expect you tomorrow."
For Kohaku, everything felt like it was finally settling down, and she was downright happy.
Bidding farewell to Senku, who was leaving for work abroad for a few days, she couldn't help but reflect on the events of the past night. He had offered to stay with her, and they spent intimate moments together in her room.
Whenever she thought about her mother's words at the event, it felt like her understanding and patience with her all these years had finally borne fruit. The struggles she faced with her family and within herself seemed to be coming to an end.
Everything seems to be perfect, and Kohaku felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Her career was thriving, and she was one of the most successful artists, winning back-to-back awards. Senku had been nothing but wonderful to her, and her mother had offered a heartfelt apology. The hospital also hadn't called regarding her father's condition, adding to her happiness.
Now, all that's left is for her sister to wake up soon, she hopes.
Her mother had arranged a dinner for them at an exclusive high-end restaurant in Kyoto.
Kohaku studied her reflection in the mirror while gently applying a layer of makeup. Anticipating an emotional conversation ahead, she prepared for the possibility of shedding tears and opted for a simple look that would still made her look good. She chose to wear a modest black boatneck dress with a pencil-cut skirt, projecting an air of seriousness and grace. Deciding that she wouldn't require her bodyguards for this visit, she drove herself to the location.
Trying her best not to look overly excited, she entered the premises, but her excitement was evident as she couldn't contain her smiles when greeted by the staff.
"Do you have any reservations, Miss Kohaku?" The waiter asked, and given her peak fame, she wasn't surprised that they knew her name.
"Under Iwakura Kokori, please," Kohaku replied with a smile.
The public section of the restaurant was a bit crowded, filled with familiar faces from the industry. While waiting, Kohaku greeted some friends she knew.
"This way, ma'am..."
Kohaku found herself caught up in conversations as people approached her with questions. She happily answered them and took some photographs with fans as well as sign her autograph. Eventually, she followed the waiter who led her to the room reserved by her mother.
Once inside, she found herself alone. The room held a two-seater round table in the middle. She was there early, her eagerness evident, anticipating the moment she would finally hear her mother's thoughts on recent events.
She took a seat, on the table were already some appetizers and drinks. Settling in after the waiter left and closed the door, Kohaku waited for her mother to arrive.
Kohaku sat in quiet contemplation, considering what her mother might say and what she intended to express. She understood the potential emotional weight of their conversation, realizing that it might involve sharing every little pain from their past. Kohaku just needed to remind herself to remain calm and take things one step at a time.
Perhaps she would start by acknowledging her mistake in trying to force Kohaku to like Mozu. She understood that her mother might not suddenly apologize for all the hurts she had caused since day one. Kohaku knew she must be patient and grateful instead for any progress her mother might be making in reaching out.
The door opened, interrupting Kohaku's thoughts. Men in black entered, and she was used to this, considering her mother usually had an entourage of bodyguards. She stood up, ready to welcome her mother with a hug, but to her surprise, it was Mozu who entered.
Why is he here? Is he invited by my mother?
The door closed behind him, confirming Kohaku's suspicions. He smirked and advanced towards her. Kohaku was already taken aback to find her mother absent. Mozu greeted her with a gentle kiss on the cheek, leaving her stunned and motionless. Although she belatedly stepped back, he had already managed to kiss her. As he retreated, he comfortably settled into the chair meant for her mother. Wiping his unwelcome saliva from her cheek, Kohaku's expression quickly turned sour.
"Where's my mother? Why are you here?" Kohaku crossed her arms, maintaining a distance between them. She wondered if he had any idea she was meeting her mother or if he was simply taking advantage of her mother's absence to be there. Despite her inquiries, Mozu nonchalantly poured them both a glass of wine.
"Mozu, I'm asking you, why are you here?"
Kohaku, feeling unheard, decided to walk out, wanting to leave as she no longer wanted to be around him, but one of Mozu's bodyguards blocked her exit. She glanced at Mozu, who was now eating the prepared meal, forking his meat with a nonchalant demeanor, offering no answers to her questions.
"Sit, Kohaku,"
She remained standing, refusing to take a seat. She couldn't fully comprehend why he was here. Would her mother follow? The table was set for two, with no additional seats. She could only assume that it was essentially a set-up for her to meet Mozu.
"Mozu, I am asking you, where is my mother?" she asked gently, trying to control her anger. Doubts were emerging, and she was starting to realize that her mother's apology might not be sincere.
"Please, have a seat—"
"Where is my mother?" Kohaku insisted, refusing to sit down. Desperate to leave and check for her mother outside, she soon realized that the purpose of Mozu's bodyguards was to block the door and prevent her from leaving.
Alarmed, she stepped back again and turned her attention back to Mozu. He was wearing a full suit, and the smug smile on his face as he finished his meal hinted that this wasn't a coincidence—it was something he expected. But for what? To coerce her again into accepting his proposal and marrying him? Furthermore, did her mother send her here?
All this time, she believed that her mother had finally realized her actions. She had apologized the night before, expressing a desire to meet and talk about it. Her mother had even referred to her as 'my daughter' and, most importantly, had offered a 'sincere' apology, turned out to be fake.
"Your mother won't be coming, Kohaku." Mozu's confirmation shattered her world, and Kohaku clenched her fists in fury. She had believed that her mother wouldn't hurt her anymore, considering all the things she had already done to her. But to actually hope and believe that her mother was apologetic, acknowledging her wrongs, only to find out it was a lie was the worst betrayal.
She wished her mother hadn't given her false hope. Kohaku clenched her fists tighter as tears welled up, feeling undeserving of crying over this. She knew her mother well, and perhaps it was her fault for believing and hoping, but the pain of realizing she had been deceived all along was too much to bear. Her mother made her believe she was finally being truthful, apologizing and expressing a desire for a genuine mother-daughter conversation. Now, it appeared to be just another manipulation to make her yield, and Kohaku had reached her breaking point.
Grabbing her purse, she turned her back to Mozu, who by now was already done eating. She heard him say, "Kohaku, I get how you feel. But I hope you know that your mother is only doing this for you. Now, can you sit down, please... and let's talk like normal people would."
"Normal?" She turned back to face him, "You call this normal? You both set me up!"
"She knows you wouldn't date me if she didn't set this up—"
"She lied to me!" Kohaku shouted angrily.
Her tears were threatening to fall. Mozu just observed her, not even flinching at her outburst or showing any emotion. He watched her with a poker face, as if waiting for her to stop screaming.
"I didn't come here for this. I came here because she promised an apology! She knows how I want it, and she played with my own feelings!" Kohaku yelled in anger.
"Well, it's about time you face your past for once, Kohaku. And I conspired with her because you wouldn't come here if she didn't."
Disappointed, Mozu only looked at her. She couldn't believe that was all he had to say about everything that was happening. His bodyguards stood there like a wall, and she realized there was no way out. She thought about slapping them with her purse, but before she could do so, Mozu abruptly stood up and seized her arm, coercively pulling her back into the chair. Panicking, Kohaku attempted to rise again, but his firm grip on her other arm kept her firmly seated. She resisted vehemently, screaming in frustration and anger.
"What was that for, Kohaku? Calm down and be quiet for once. What? Are you going mental?"
She continued to struggle against Mozu's hold, but she was momentarily stunned when he mentioned she's 'mental'. It was like cold water being thrown at her.
"You were stronger than this, you know. I realized if it were the old you, I would've received a hard punch by now that would take days to heal. But no, you forgot about that, and for that, I'm quite thankful." Kohaku trembled and suddenly found herself questioning who Mozu really was and why he seemed to be speaking some nonsense she didn't know.
"I don't know what you're saying! Let go of me or else!" Kohaku struggled to break free from Mozu's grip, but her efforts proved to be in vain. No matter how loudly she screamed, no one came to her aid.
"Or else what? Do you have any plans? The walls are thick and soundproof. You should know that, even though you're not an assassin anymore."
Nervous and confused, Kohaku couldn't make sense of Mozu's nonsensical words. Assassin? Not anymore?
"Mozu, please... I don't know what you're saying. I just want to go."
He chuckled, "Did I just hear the word 'please'? The old Kohaku I know wouldn't say things like that. Look how fragile you've become ever since that accident, Kohaku." He mockingly laugh at her, "I said I want to talk to you."
"There is nothing to talk about!"
He chuckled once more, "It's about time I get my due from you, Kohaku. Why? Because you think Ishigami Senku will marry you? With his friends knowing you? Do you think they've already forgiven you for what you did to him six years ago?"
"You've been spouting nonsense ever since earlier, Mozu! What sin? What assassin? What—"
"You were already engaged to me six years ago, Kohaku. That stunt I pulled, I did it to make us official."
Kohaku refused to believe that he was an accomplice to her mother. To her, Mozu had gone insane. Not to mention, he had been spouting nonsensical things about her past that she couldn't remember due to her accident. Yet, his words triggered a resurgence of memories from the previous night—her mother's face filled with support, surrounded by guests who were eager for her to be with Senku.
"Your relationship with Senku was pointless, Kohaku. It won't happen. It won't really happen because you are going to follow what I want you to do."
"Who are you to tell me what to do? You're just some delusional lovesick man who's obsessed with me!"
"That may be true, but since you're so clueless about your past, it means that Senku hasn't told you who he really is and your connections with him, huh?"
"Let go of me, scum! What are you saying?" Kohaku found a fork on the table that she hadn't used and pointed it at Mozu, who raised his hands as soon as she did.
"Are you sure you know how to use that?" Mozu smirked, but Kohaku's fury only intensified, though she was shivering, and it seemed obvious to Mozu. He guided her and pointed the fork at his neck. Kohaku's eyes widened at how insane he was.
"Do you mean to use that to threaten me? You couldn't kill me back then? How do you plan to do it now? Besides, are you sure you know how to threaten me?" He sarcastically crossed his arms, looking at her with a mocking expression. "The old Kohaku wouldn't shiver like you are now and bat an eye while doing this… Heck, I won't even get out of here alive," he maniacally laughed at her. In a swift motion, Mozu grabbed her, causing her to drop the fork on the floor. He then caught her arm and tightened his hold on it. Kohaku couldn't help but shout in pain.
Kohaku couldn't understand why her mother would do this to her. What was it anyway? A threat? And was she a part of it? If her mother could deceive her into such actions, what else was she capable of? It was painfully clear they could inflict physical harm, as Mozu was doing at that very moment.
"Kohaku, my dear. Do you remember who I am?" Mozu inquired, his voice dripping with false sincerity. Kohaku furrowed her brow, attempting to grasp fragments of her past. When she didn't answer, he forcefully made her sit back in the chair, causing her to relieve her wrist in pain.
Observing Kohaku in pain, Mozu took advantage of the situation. "Tsk, tsk. It seems your mother never told you anything, especially about Senku, as evident by your expression. You want to know why you got amnesia and can't remember anything? It was Senku. He did this to you. He's the reason you can't remember. He's dangerous, Kohaku."
"And why should I believe you? I just… don't understand why… you all can do this… for what?" Kohaku's voice broke.
"This is bigger than you… or your feelings for him, Kohaku. This is bigger than us. I've been trying to protect you from him, but he's always been one step ahead."
Kohaku, torn between the shards of her past and the fabricated tale before her, struggled to make sense of the conflicting narratives. "I don't believe you."
Kohaku watched Mozu's face remained the same, with no ounce of care or worry for her. His hair was completely done, swept up in the back and sleek. He looked so made up, but then he always looked that way, as if he's danger himself.
Mozu sighed "Alright, I'll get to the point. You can't escape, Kohaku. You're bound by the code,"
Mozu regarded her with a serious expression. Despite Kohaku no longer resisting, his hands still held her in place as she remained seated.
"Our families want to close a deal. And it won't be sealed if we won't get married," Mozu explained.
"If that's the case, what code are you talking about?" Kohaku inquired.
"You're an assassin under my clan before, Kohaku. You were tasked with killing the Ishigami bastard, but, poor you, he fooled you into falling for him. And now, you have no memories because of him," Mozu claimed.
"Don't touch me!" Kohaku slapped his hand away from her face. Mozu merely smirked. "Feisty. Hmm, I like that. It seems you still have it in you. I thought the old Kohaku died when you got into an accident."
"It doesn't matter if I believe you now or not. What really matters is why your deal with my stepfather shouldn't be sealed without our marriage. You can do business with the Iwakura clan, Mozu, even if we—"
"We want extreme loyalty. And… I want you," he said and tilted his head. His smile became creepy. It was wide, but it didn't reach his eyes. And the fact that he wanted to make it seem like he's happy is what made it more sinister.
"You are in no position to demand anything, Kohaku. You've failed in your mission six years ago, and the elders haven't forgotten about it yet, what's worst you've also disgraced me these past few months. I couldn't go anywhere without other people reminding me of that Faux pas in the wedding."
"Why is it my fault? You know I don't like you, Mozu, and I certainly won't believe the lies you're telling me now that you're doing all of this to me! Why would you insi—"
"Because I know you are smarter than this!" Mozu matched Kohaku's anger with his fury as he cut her off. Wincing, Kohaku sighed and shook her head. She felt like she was talking to her mother or the wall—no matter how much she explained, no one would listen, and no one would understand.
"I am a worthy bachelor, Kohaku. You have never been with a man before… and my family is influential. Compared to your history, I am miles away from you, ever since that stunt you did with Senku."
Kohaku chuckled and looked at Mozu. He seemed serious about his words, as if he genuinely believed them.
"Our company wants to infiltrate the ports, to smuggle firearms and monopolize it in the country. However, the Ishigamis, till this day, remain the main importers of it with Senku claiming it's the new cutting-edge technology. They don't deserve that spot. If we marry each other, imagine the money it will bring our families. You won't have to endure working in your mediocre career and writing your pointless songs."
"What?" Kohaku knew she wasn't that famous, but to call her songs worthless? He claims to love her, and this is how he refers to the things she loves and has built?
Kohaku felt a mix of emotions—wanting to cry and laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Her mother orchestrated this, pushing her toward a man who, despite claiming to love her, dismissed her achievements and dreams.
"Do you really think he loves you for who you are, or is he just getting revenge for what you did to him six years ago? I have proof, Kohaku."
Mozu, wearing a sly smile, revealed a delicate airplane necklace clutched in his hand, a memento from Senku that had once held sentimental value for Kohaku. "Remember this, Kohaku? Senku gave it to you, claiming it was a token of affection. Little did you know, it's not just a trinket. It's a device he used to spy on you."
Kohaku stared at the necklace, her mind clouded by uncertainty, but she then realized it was the same necklace that Senku always wore. "What are you talking about?"
"He was afraid you'd discover the truth about him, Kohaku. Senku's a master manipulator, using gadgets like these to control people. He planted it on you to monitor your every move."
Confusion and doubt etched across her face, Kohaku clutched the necklace, torn between the memories it held and the fabricated narrative Mozu spun. "No, that can't be true. Senku wouldn't do that."
"Senku's time is over much like his parents on the grave, Kohaku. They are falling in all aspects. Their hospitals, pharmacies, laboratories, and manufacturing… it's over for them. It's time for my clan's new empire to lord over the country."
"They are falling in all aspects?" Kohaku, standing firm despite Mozu's ominous words, squared her shoulders and met his gaze with unwavering determination. "You're wrong, Mozu. Senku is not falling; he's rising. He's building something greater, something that benefits everyone. It's not about lording over the country; it's about creating a future where everyone can thrive."
Mozu scoffed, dismissing her perspective. "You've been blinded by his charm, Kohaku. He may appear to be building, but it's a facade. The true power lies with us, and we can shape the destiny of this nation. Join me, and together, we can claim what's rightfully ours."
Kohaku shook her head, resolute in her beliefs. "I won't be part of a future built on deception and manipulation."
Mozu, frustrated by Kohaku's defiance, clenched his fists. "You're naive, Kohaku. You'll see the truth soon enough, and when you do, it'll be too late."
"There is no truth, because what I said is the truth, Mozu! And… unlike you, they didn't think of smuggling firearms! But you did—"
"It's a must! To kill their businesses, want to know why your boyfriend always goes home late?"
"How'd you know we're living—"
"He's not the benevolent leader you think he is. Senku and his friends are systematically eliminating clans with authority and power under their control. It's a ruthless takeover, a bid for dominance masked as progress."
Kohaku's eyes narrowed, disbelief etching her features. Mozu, however, remained unyielding. "You're being deceived, Kohaku. I've seen the evidence. The so-called progress they're making comes at the cost of other clans' lives. They eliminate anyone who opposes them, consolidating power in their hands. This is not the utopia they're selling."
"And how the heck did you know about all those classified things! What utopia? What ruthless takeover? I've never heard of that! How did you know that? It should be all over the news!"
"I am just trying to explain to you, Kohaku. That this is bigger than both of us or what you feel. This is what's right... and what should be done!"
Kohaku doesn't understand him anymore; she would never comprehend claiming to be in the right while doing something wrong. As for the past he's referring to, with her tasked in killing Senku and him had something to do with her accident, she doesn't need Mozu to tell her all that; she'll ask Senku herself.
She stood up, and since Mozu wasn't holding onto her anymore, she was able to do so. She sensed him attempting to come back and restrain her, but Mozu swiftly approached her once again, grabbing her arm.
"Let go of me!" Kohaku shouted and pulled her arm from his hold. Mozu's grip on her tightened, his eyes narrowing, and he pulled her closer to him.
"Whether you like it or not, you'll break up with that man and marry me!"
Kohaku chuckled weakly, shaking her head. "My mother can't convince me to do this. You think you can?"
Kohaku heard metallic sounds and looked to see Mozu pulling out a gun. She was briefly surprised but stared at him with intense determination, showing no hint of fear.
"And if not... you'll kill me?" Kohaku said weakly though her tone almost taunting.
Mozu had laid bare their plans to her that night. Kohaku was aware she held information that could potentially ruin them. If Mozu's nonsensical claims about her past and the assassin's code had any truth, there might be a code of punishment for her, and this is what he meant by that.
"Not just you, but your boyfriend too, Kohaku."
Her eyes widened at his statement. And if what he told her was true, knowing Senku and his friends were powerful enough to outsmart all their enemies meant that they could handle the Asanos as well.
"You think... even if I believe one thing you told me about my past, that I failed to kill Senku... you think I'd believe you can kill Ishigami Senku if your assassin couldn't?"
For a moment, Kohaku felt like she had won. Checkmate.
She could sense Mozu's restraint, but she knows he knows he couldn't show weakness to her, or else he'd lose even more in Kohaku's eyes. Kohaku just looked at him weakly and licked her lips.
"If I'm truly your clan's property, bound by the code, and I've forgotten my assassin identity, then you should kill me, Mozu. Because once I escape from here, I'll tell Senku everything I know about you—"
Kohaku hadn't finished speaking when she felt multiple guns pointed at her, including those held by Mozu's bodyguards. They really could kill her, huh? And it was her own mother who had set her up for this damn dinner. That also meant she was willing to let other people... kill her.
What a mother.
Kohaku thought that if this were to be her last moment alive, she felt she shouldn't have been born. It seemed her own mother didn't want her to live and couldn't care less. Mozu then slowly laughed as he watched her surrender. She only looked at him weakly, having lost the will to argue with him. Honestly, at this point, if they were going to kill her, she didn't care anymore.
All her life all she does is seeking pleasure and validation in her accomplishments. She had never truly experienced love in her life. Witnessing it firsthand from Senku's family made her appreciate what it feels like and that's enough for her to understand how it's done. Now… she can die in peace.
"I've been patient with you all this time, Kohaku, but if you won't believe me, then consider the fate of your sister, Ruri."
She stiffened, her heart racing with fear and concern for her sister. "You wouldn't harm Ruri. She's innocent in all of this."
Mozu's expression remained stern, his threat lingering in the air. "I don't want to see harm come to her either, Kohaku. But if you choose to ignore the truth and continue down Senku's path, you leave me with no choice. The safety of your sister rests in your hands." Overwhelmed, Kohaku bowed her head, exhausted from these relentless mind games. Mozu's sinister laughter hinted that he believed he had struck a nerve.
"You have a choice to make, Kohaku – your sister's safety or Senku. With my connections, it'll be easy to pull away your sister's life support."
Kohaku closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away from Mozu. He was approaching her, making sure that every word he uttered cut through.
"Fine, I'll order my guards to let you go. Tell Senku about what we talked, including your past, Kohaku. But I'll make sure that your almost lifeless sister will lose her life. You're supposed to protect her, but no... you choose that man over your flesh and blood. And then there's your crazy father..."
"You wouldn't," Kohaku said through gritted teeth, clenching her fist tighter, her anger evident.
"Oh, I will, Kohaku. You always claim that you love your bedridden sister and crazy father. But it seems not. You'll choose another man. And eventually, when the bastard disposes of you like garbage after getting his revenge, you'll realize that you made the wrong decision. But it's already too late. Your father will blame you, and he will never be able to love you anymore when he hears you killed your own sister. Your mother won't forgive you either."
Mozu chuckled. "And what's worse than that? Oh, I like this one, slow but painful. You might go insane with everything that will happen to you, Kohaku. You'll be in the same mental state as your father when he finds out—"
"Fine!" she croaked, just wanting him to stop talking.
Kohaku restrained herself from lashing out; the effort she put into preventing herself from screaming and being violent had worn her down. She mentally felt weary enough on everything that has happened to her ever since she steps foot in this room.
"Give me two weeks, and I'll break up with him," she weakly uttered.
i swear i'll stop writing chapters that bridge from sunshine to rain at some point, but i really wanted to hit this cadence of Kohaku being happy with Senku him dating her and they had this romantic moments them talking about marriage. and now, of course, Kohaku's mother won't let her be happy, so it'll be rain chapters moving forward.