HYM, Part 2
Misao woke up to the shuffeling sounds heard around her. She slowly
opens her eyes and has trouble adjusting to the light. What happened? She
wonders and she strains to sit up.
"Ah.....you're finally awake." Misao hears someone say.
Clearing her eyes as best she could, she focuses in on the person. It is a
tall man in a black suit. "Now I remember. You kidnapped me!" Misao cries
out. She throw back the covers to the bed she was in and runs to the door.
She pulls on it and realizes it's locked. "Shimatta!" Misao curses as she
notices a patio across the room. She throws a glance towards the man
standing in her room to see if he would make a move to stop her. To her
astonishment, he remained perfectly still. Not wasting any more time, Misao
bolts for the patio. She looks down, mentally measuring the height and
distance. "I wonder I could make it down wihout breaking anything?" She asks
herself. She shivers, noticing how cold it is. "It is suppose to be hot
out....why am i so cold? She ponders, still contemplating jumping. It was
at that moment that she noticed she was missing something. "Oro......where
are my clothes?" She asked calmly.
"Your uniform was filthy, so we had it send to the cleaners. " The man in
black says from behind her.
"ECCHIIIIIIIII" Misao screams, covering her breasts.
"No madame. I wouldn't.....I mean I would never....." The man sounded
panicked. He rushed back into the room and handed her a robe.
Misao snatched it hesistantly from the man and wrapped it quickly around her
exposed body. She continued to stare at the man with a suspicious eye and
eased slowly by him. Once she was back in the room, she quickly distanced
herself from him and studied her surroundings in more detail.
"What is this place?" Misao asked, noticing the extravagent lamps and
beautiful furniture in the room.
"This is the Shinomori mansion." The man answers.
Misao's forehead creased in anger. She remembered now. "Now I remember. That
creep brought me here, didn't he?"
"Creep Madame?" The man asked confused.
"You know, Shinomori?" Misao says as if it should be common knowledge.
" Would you be referring to Lord Aoshi, madame?" He asked questioningly.
Misao gave him an odd look. This guy has got to be kidding. Lord Aoshi? This
man is definiteley a card short of a full deck. "Hai. Shinomori wa?
"He is at fencing practicel and should be returning in a couple of hours."
He answers.
"Fencing practice? Nani? What do you mean he is at fencing practice? Misao
asks. She was becoming more and more confused with this guy as the moments
past.
"It is Saturday madame. Lord Aoshi has fencing, kung fu and swimming
practices today.
"Saturday? It can't be! It was just Tuesday!" Misao says in a panicked
voice.
"Well, you have been unconscious for almost four days."
"F-four days?" She stutters out. Shock hit Misao very hard. I have been here
since Tuesday? She subconsciously sits on the bed and places her face in
her hands. I am going to kill him!
"Is something wrong, madame?" The man asks her in a concerned voice.
Misao looks up at him and wonders why he keeps referring to her as 'madame'?
"Hai. Something is very wrong. I should be in school. I have a math test,
which I wasn't able to study for because I was unconscious due to some
chemical for reasons I don't understand!" Misao blurts out.
The man looks at her, amazed that she could say all that with one breath.
"Ok. Well if you need anything than press the button on the remote." He says
as he makes his way over to the door.
"Nani? Remote?" Misao asks, bewildered.
"Hai. That remote controls the cd player, television, lights, the rotating
closet and the intercom system used to call me." He explains as he types a
code into a device on the door. The door immediately unlocks. "I will go to
the kitchen and have the staff prepare something for you. I will also send
up a few of the ladies in waiting to help you freshen up. The salon is being
prepped for you and wardrobe is ready to fit you as soon as you are finished
with makeup."
Misao's head was swirling. "What are you talking about?"
"Lord Aoshi said that you were to receive a make-over. He said to tell you
that the party is going to be very formal, so you have to have a make-over
to fit in." He says, relaying Aoshi's message.
Misao's face flushes from anger. It amazed her how easily Shinomori could
piss her off. "So you must be one of his butlers, ne?"
"On the contrary, I am his head butler. There are seventeen butlers under
me." He says proudly.
"Nani? Why one earth would he need seventeen butlers? He must have a rather
large family?" Misao questions.
"Ie. Actually, his parents are running the Spanish based version of their
company in Madrid and his sister Okon just married a famous Martial Arts
star named Hiko Seijiro and is living in America." He answers.
"Sugoi. So you mean.....Shinomori lives here alone?"
"Not alone. Most of the staff resides here."
"Is there enough room for everyone?"
"There are 64 rooms on the grounds. 30 in the main house and 34 in the guest
house. But if Master Aoshi ever needs more room, he can always renovate.
Well now, I must see to your dinner. I will send Tae-san up for you massage.
You should enjoy it, she is one of the best." He states as he turns to
leave.
"Matte. What is your name?"
"Oh where are my manners. Boca wa Akito."
"Hajimemashite."
"Charming young girl, aren't you? I shall see to my tasks." And with that he
left.
-Later-
Misao is in heaven. Akito wasn't lying when he said she was the best. I
feel completely at ease. She thinks to herself as Tae gives her a massage.
She mentally kicks herself though, when she realizes who is paying for all
of this.
"Ano.... Tae-san?"
"Nani?"
"Were you ordered to give me a massage?"
"Hai."
"I see. By Shinomori?"
"Hai."
"Naze?"
"Lord Aoshi said that you were to be tension-free for tonight. So he told
me to lend you my services."
"Oh."
"So if I were to request you myself, how much would you charge?" Misao asks,
pumping for information.
"My going rate is $200.00 an hour." Tae says.
Misao's eyes almost pop out of her head. "But we have been here for 3
alread? That is 600 dollars!" She exclaims.
"Daijobu. This is peanuts to Lord Aoshi. Besides, he seems to want to do
this for you!" Tae says in a reassuring voice.
"I don't understand why though. We are mortal enemies at school." Misao
states.
"Men can be very mysterious creatures. But just between us...."
"hai??"
"He seems to be more energetic whenever he has any type of interaction with
you." Tae says in a whisper.
"Eww....naze? Misao couldn't believe that the sadistic guy that tortured her
everyday, was happy to be around her. That was too unnatural.
Tae didn't answer. Instead she finished Misao's massage and typed a number
into the device next to the door. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" Misao asked suspiciously.
"Downstairs.It is time for your facial." Tae says.
"Downstairs?" Misao repeats, confused.
"Hai. To the mall area."
"M-M-Mall?" Misao could barely get the words out.
"Hai. This house has a built in shoppin mall, Restaurant, swimming pool,
movie theatre ,cafe, etc."
Misao's eyes went wide for the third time. "All that for one guy?" Tae nodds
as she pulls a very weak Misao to her feet. "Let's not waste anymore time.
Lord Aoshi has been home for about an hour now and I am sure you are eager
to see him. But first...your facial."
Misao nodds and allows herself to be pulled out the door.
-Two hours later-
"I know I recognize this man. I saw him on a talkshow giving makeovers to
people. He has to be famous." Misao thinks as the man places her hair in
large rollers. He then sits her under a dryer and gives her a stack of
magazines.
"This should take about twenty minutes. I am going to the cafe for a
cappucino, would you like me to bring you anything?" He asks politely.
"Ano....no thank you." Misao says, still in awe that someone so famous is
doing her hair.
Misao watches him leave and turns her attention to the magazines in her lap.
"No way. This is next month's issue of Seventeen. This isn't even out yet!"
She says excitingly. Misao flipped through the magazines and noticed a
beautiful red silk dress. She thought that it was the prettiest dress she
had ever seen. "Kawaii." She says outloud. She is so enchanted by it (plus
the dryer was too loud), that she doesn't notice the person standing over
her shoulder.
Aoshi peeks down at the magazine Misao is looking at. He notices the dress
and the excited look Misao has because of it. He thinks for a moment and
than snatches the magazine from her hands.
"Hey!!.......Ouch" Misao cries as her head hits the dryer. She wanted to rub
her head but the big rollers were in the way. Frustrated she lashes out at
Aoshi. "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?"
"Sumen. I just wanted the magazine."
"Shinomori, I didn't know you were into Seventeen?" Misao says
sarcastically.
"There are alot of things you don't know about me, Makimachi!" Aoshi says
cooly.
"Nor do I want to know. Look, why did you bring me here? I missed school
and I was suppose to study for my math test that I missed and I missed
work..........Oh my god! Jiya!!! He must be worried sick!" Misao says
panicing. "Where is the phone? I need a phone! This is all your fault,
Shinomori!" She says as she walks by him.
Aoshi grabs her arm. "Calm down. Your grandfather knows where you are and I
had your test rescheduled." Aoshi says matter of factly.
"Eh?" Misao says, pulling her arm from his grasp. "How can you do that?"
Misao asks dumbfounded.
"Have you forgotten that my father is on the Board of Education? I just
called his office in France and had him arrange it. And as for your
grandfather, I just told him that I needed a tutor in math and that you
would be staying at my home so we could cram." Aoshi says slyly.
"But you attend the University? How did you explain that to Jiya?" Misao
asks.
"I just told him that I had to repeat my math class from senior year." Aoshi
explains.
"You are something else you know that! You have no idea what you have done,
do you? I needed to work Tuesday to help my grandfather out with the bills
and because of you now, poor Jiya has to work a double shift!" Misao says
accusingly.
"Has anyone ever told you that you whine too much?" Aoshi says, uneffected
by her accusatons.
"How dare you...you...you..." Misao starts.
"Look....I have taken care of everything. Aoshi says, cutting her off. "I
have arranged it so that neither you nor your grandfather has to work and
that cheap, rundown restaurant ever again."
"YOU WHAT?!?!?!? Misao screams at him. "What give you the right to disruot
people's lives?!? You can't just dictate what we can and cannot do! You are
not god!!!" Misao states angrily.
"Righ Right. So, you like this dress, ne?" Aoshi says, ignoring Misao's
outburst.
"You are unbelieveable! You know what, I'm leaving. And I will pay you back
for all of this." Misao says, pulling the rollers out.
"Really? So you are going to give me $5,000 dollars?" Aoshi asks with a
devious look.
"F-five thous-sand? "She stutters out.
"Hai." Aoshi answers cooly.
Misao's mouth hits the floor. "Why on earth would you spend that much on
me?"
"Simple. You needed it. Do you think that I would escort you to the part the
way you normally look?" Aoshi asks a with a serious look.
"What do you mean?" Misao says, trying not to let him see how offended her
was making her.
"Let me put it another way. You normally go around in bargain bin hand me
downs. As appealins as that may be in your part of the world, it just won't
cut it here in high society!" Aoshi explains.
Misao takes the remaining magazines and throws them at him. Aoshi looks at
her in an annoyed fashion. She doesn't care, she pulls the rest of her rollers out and places them on the table. "I would like to go home! Now!" Misao says coldly.
"Don't be such an ungrateful brat! Any other girl in your positon, would be
kissing the ground I walk in for what I have given you!"
"Gomen.......Demo I'm afraid that I am not any other girl! I cannot be
bought over by some mansion with a mall and a make-over! You don't know how
to treat people! And with an attitude like yours you will never find a
decent girl!" Misao says as she walks to the exit of the salon.
"I am the future owner of the Shinomori Software company and many smaller
businesses. I am well respected and very rich. I can have any girl that I
want!" He says arrogantly.
"Now that is where you are wrong, Shinomori. Because you can't have me!"
Misao says, slamming the door behind her.
Aoshi blushes. (Kawaii)
-An hour later-
Misao locates Akito after walking an eternity through the many wings of the
house. "This house is too big." She says as he leads her to the cleaners
where her uniform is.
"Are you sure that you don't want to stay for dinner?" Akito asks again for
the 100th time.
"I'm positive. I really want to get home and check on Jiya." Misao says as
they round the final corner to enter the cleaners.
"Alright madame. But I must say that Lord Aoshi shall be very disappointed."
Akito says matter of factly.
"Well that is his problem!" Misao snaps.
Akito flinches and turns to retrieve her uniform. He quickly hands it to her
and directs her to a store across from the cleaners. "There is a changing
room there."
"Arigato Akito-san." Misao says, her voice now softer than before.
"You're welcome Madame." Akito replies, bowing.
Misao blushes and goes quickly to the store across from them to change.
After she's done she comes out and finds Aoshi standing outside the
dressing room door. "Now you are peeping?" Misao says dryly.
"Sumen." Aoshi says simply.
"What did you say?" Misao asks in disbelief.
"You heard me. It was wrong of me to say those things to you earlier. I want
to make it up to you. Would you allow me to make it up to you?" Aoshi says,
gazing into her eyes.
Misao blinks in suprise. "What brought this one, Shinoromi?"
"I told you. I felt bad for what I said." Aoshi answers sternly.
"Alright, apology accepted."Misao says, "Now I really need to go." Misao
says impatiently.
"Okay, here is the deal. Go to the party with me tonight and I promise that
I will not torture at school anymore." Aoshi offers.
"Why is it so important to you that I go to this party with you? " Misao
asks.
"The party is in less than an hour and I don't have time to find another
date."
"You? Shinoromi, Aoshi? The man who can get any girl he wants cannot find a
date at the last minute?" Misao asks, mocking Aoshi's previous statement.
"That's what I'm saying." Aoshi answers.
Misao looks him over for a few minutes. She wasn't sure she could trust him
but if there was a chance that he had even a fraction of honor than maybe he
would keep his word. "Alright. I will be your date. But you have to promise
on your honor that you won't go back on your word." Misao says.
"I promise." Aoshi says. Misao prays that she doesn't regret her decision.
-The Party-
Aoshi and Misao arrive in a black limousine. Aoshi takes two glasses from
the built in bar. He pours two glasses of red whine and hands one to Misao.
"Are you crazy? I am only 16?" Misao snaps.
"And? I have been drinking whine since I was 15." Aoshi says.
"So that's what's wrong with you. You're an alcoholic." Misao says in an
understanding voice.
Aoshi ignores the comment as he waits for the driver to open the door. "Get
ready" He says as the driver opens the door. Aoshi steps out and extends his
hand to Misao. She steps out in a beautiful blue, floor length dress. Her
hair is braided in a long french braid and kiss curls line the front of her
head. Her makeup consists of a deep coral lipstick, peach blush and
translucent eyes shadow that shows off her dark blue eyes beautifully. When
Aoshi had first seen her walk down the stairs his heart did a flip. She was
gorgeous. It was remarkable how such a rush job by his staff could turn out
such a remarkable creature.
Aoshi hold out his arm to Misao. She slips her arm through his, forming a
link. Taking in a deep breath, they enter the party. They didn't get five
feet in the door, when suddenly all eyes were locked on them. Misao blushed
at all the whistles and admiring looks she was receiving. She felt just
like Cinderella. Aoshi led her to a table in the back, near the bar. Misao
immediately scans the room for Kaoru. Unfortunately, the crowd of people
overwhelmed her and people were beginning to look alike.
"I don't recognize any of these people." Misao says, leaning over to Aoshi.
"That is because they don't go to your school. They are mostly all from the
University." Aoshi explains.
"Oh. But Megumi is in highschool. I guess she is trying to get an early
start with the popular crowd, ne."
"It would appear so." Aoshi states with disinterest. Misao was about to
ask is he was bored when they were interupted.
"Aoshi. I see you brought a date. Aren't you going to introduce us?" Sano
says as he down a drink. Misao guessed that he had beem partying a long time
before the party even started.
"Makimachi, Misao meet Sagara, Sanosuke." Aoshi says formally.
Sano's mouth drops open, "This is Makimachi?" He says in disbelief. "You
clean up pretty nice!" He adds, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Misao
could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Sano. If you don't mind, Makimachi is with me tonight!" Aoshi says sharply.
Sano immediately drops his arm. "Sumen Aoshi. I think I may have had a
little too much to drink."
Aoshi composes himself , "You always have a little too much to drink. Go
sober up."
"You're probably right. Ja" Sano says, slauting Aoshi and disappearing into
the crowd.
" You have interesting friends." Misao comments.
Aoshi shakes his head and signala for a waiter. " Who Sano? We grew up
together. He is an alright guy but he loves to party. Do you want anything
to drink?" Aoshi asks as the waiter approaches.
"Ice tea, of they have it." Misao says, turning her attention back to the
crowd. She noticed that some of the people were beginning to dance. She
smiled at the couples, feeling a tad bit envious. She wondered if she would
ever dance with someone she truly loves. She watched all of the couples
dance by in their formal clothes, the guys in tuxedos and the girls in
elegant gowns. It dawned on her just how different she was from this type
of group. I am way out of my league, she thought to herself. She sighed as
the waiter brought over her tea. She was just about to take a sip when she
spotted someone familiar.
"Soujiro?" She whispered. She had forgotten that he would be here. Of course
he would. He is part of the F4 and very wealthy. Not to mention incredibly
cute. She stared in awe as he danced. His dark hair slicked back and parted
at the side. His tuxedo clinging in all the right spots of his lean form.
Misao thought he was the best looking guy there. She debated on rather or
not she should say hello. Deciding against it she forced herself to turn
back to her drink.
"So you like Soujiro? Aoshi sais knowingly.
Misao almost spat her drink at him. "Na-Nani? She asked nervously.
"If you want to talk to him, you are about to get your chance." Aoshi says,
jesturing behind her. She turns to find Soujiro standing behind her chair.
Her heart caught in her throat.
Soujiro smiled, "Konbanwa. I was wondering if you would like to dance?" He
asked softly.
Misao sat immobile, The truth being, she didn't know how to dance. She
cursed herself for being so uncivilized. Finally the guy I have liked for
over a year asks me to dance and I have no idea how! Misao moans inwardly.
What am I going to do? She asks as he holds out his hand. Failing to resist
his smile she agrees. "Hai". He leads her out onto the dance floor and
the crowd clears, leaving them alone. The music starts and..........
TBC
