A large sleek Bentley drove expertly from The Yoshino Hotel NYC, as the lone girl sat indifferently on the back seat. Her disheveled oversized black suit and waist length hair, presenting an ambiguously sensual display.
Two of her fathers personally trained guards dressed smartly in black attire, took glances at her secretly swallowing drily.
One of them in the passenger seat had a gun, precisely a P220 Swiss handgun which was pointed directly at her. Watching as if scrutinising she lifted her hand to pull the black tie around her neck, slightly scratching her porcelain white neck smirking as they flinched at her action.
"Listen", she said aloud a dangerous smile plastered on her blood red lips.
"I just came back from a job and hadn't even gone to see the old man yet. Neither have I washed up yet and he goes fucking dragging me here. No one agreed to this." She explained softly.
Placing a leg over the other, she ruffled her long black fringe, her pale grey eyes gleamed with a little red. The aura around her a little murderous akin to a demon having been broken free of its chains.
Noticing her raging emotions she closed her eyes, her thick black eyelashes leaving a slight shadow. Fiddling with the white jade ring on her finger. Her body slowly cooling the flames inside her.
Coughing uncomfortably unable to restrain his thoughts slightly biting his lip he asked,
"Miss Yuki... err Are you really a woman?"
Slightly frightened by the glare his fellow subordinate gave him, he couldn't help but shiver as he noticed Yuki's toothy grin. Like facing the jaws of a wild beast.
Large beads of sweat dripped down his face, completely flustered as his eyes dimmed. To the point where he didn't even notice the missing gun as he unclenched his hand slightly.
Tapping the tip of the gun on the mans forehead as she directed his attention, she slid the bangs from across her cat like eyes. Sparkling with amusement and mischief.
A hand rested on her face as she directed the focus of the gun on the mans forehead sighing.
"Am I that handsome?" Her velvety voice drawled.
"I guess you must've heard of dad banning me from coming here like this huh?", the hand holding the gun gesturing to her clothes as she played with a silver ear piercing.
"I heard that investor's daughter is still looking for me now-dressed like this surely she wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself right?" Strangely smug.
"Is it... because you like women?" He said thoughtlessly his eyes widening at the barrel of the gun in realisation.
Clicking her tongue and frowning, she gave a murderous look and asked "Is it because you don't want your life?" The space in the car was in complete silence, looking at her he unconsciously held his breath. Raising an eyebrow at him she observed him darkly, watching his perplexed expression.
"What now? Are you preparing me for the marriage interview?"
"No. But isn't Young Miss a doctor?"
"Killing people and saving them both make money." She said indifferently biting her lip, before tossing the gun to the side and closing her eyes gloomily.
The car abruptly stopped at a large private Italian restaurant, the place itself looking like a large villa. Walking through the gardens towards the back door, Yuki scanned the place considering whether to escape or not. Risking the possibility of being disowned by her father.
The men at the side of her as they entered were three steps behind- making sure that not even the material from there clothes were touching her.
Gulping they remembered the last time someone had tried to touch Yuki it hadn't end well. Having joked privately about their Young Miss having "slight" mysophobia, the families subordinates had thought less of it until a hand had been cut cleanly off. Although, fortunately her grandfather had intervened or otherwise that person probably would have been cut to death.
Explaining indifferently she had said "You're not family, there's no need to touch me."
Taking the lead they guided her upstairs, the Italian restaurant on the lower floor. Taking her to what appeared to be a bedroom, she visually checked the whole room. It was the style of a luxury hotel bedroom: a large comfortable bed with a huge headboard, a huge glass window overlooking the city's skyline and a large L shaped sofa. Currently occupied by the stylist and makeup artist that were quietly talking amongst themselves.
Watching as she unceremoniously entered the room and looked around, noticing there curious gaze. The makeup artist watching an eyebrow raised.
Gesturing to the men at the door with her eyes, silently asking if they've been briefed about her. Finally nodding her head the two men left guarding the door. The makeup artist and stylist taking a quiet breath in relief as the intimidating men retreated.
Upon taking a closer look at the person before them, lazily shrugging off the black Armani blazer and custom doc martens off her feet and throwing them onto the floor. The makeup artist gulped loudly slightly blushing, a little drool almost dripping from the side of her mouth before abruptly turning her head away.
Slumping on the bed she looked at the woman with feign confusion, looking at them with a polite smile. As she began removing her ear piercings she reassured, hooking her lips. "Don't worry, I'm a woman."
Heading towards the shower combing her hands through her hair, the stylist mentally nodded his head as he scrutinised her from top to bottom. Thinking, as he looked at the flustered makeup artist... 'perfect as a man or a woman.'
Dressed in all luxury brands, which she still wasn't used to after 9 years of being in the family. She remembered how her older brother Hayato had dragged her out of H&M soon after first arriving into the family. Walking around, half dragged to all the luxury stores cringing. She reluctantly with support from the staff picked clothes for herself, his reasoning being that "our family only has the best."
Twitching her lip cursing she remembered how her brother had stolen her phone before being pushed on the plane. Noticing it the first thing she entered the room, she held it tightly in her hand as the woman fiddled with her hair.
She was dressed in a Prada navy, silk pussy-bow blouse with a Dior dark green plaid chiffon skirt. A pair of black tights and low heel Dior slip on heels. A black Maison Kitsuné cardigan over the blouse and black overcoat.
Her makeup was simple. A few dabs of concealer under her eyes and nose area as well as a smudge of rouge on her cheeks and lips. Finally, her waist length inky hair was plaited down her back and tied with a black velvet ribbon. Her layered bangs separated into sections and mostly braided were pinned to the side with bobby pins, a shorter layer of her bangs curled slightly covered her eye.
Turning on her phone the moment they looked away, not bothering to look at the way she was dressed. Cursing in Japanese under her breath she saw all the important emails and messages she hadn't seen in the period of 3 days.
Sending an angry text to her brother writing...
Do you even love this sister?
Found your phone quick huh?
How can you say that- You're my one and only baby sister.
Sneering she stomped her fingers on the keyboard angrily.
You! I'm taking your car- the Bugatti.
Sister... you can't!
You tricked me and you didn't even agree. I already saw it when I walked in, I'll be changing the car plate soon enough.
I'm sorry but do you know why dad agreed with it?
Despite me having to live in France?, despite it not being Japan?, Despite them being outsiders? Despite me being me?
Yuki don't put yourself down, in front of me. No matter you're my sister and you can tell me anything, although you still may not be ready. She was still our mother and you're my sister.
She used mother as an excuse, for the marriage?
Well they were close friends in high school til college, yosu should know that. She said she wanted our families to reunite at request of our mother. You know dad is moms biggest soft spot... Also aren't you Victors Godmother?
Doesn't it seem they have other intentions? ... Yes Vic is the only good thing!
I'm not sure but Paul can't stand the guy... Alexandre Auclair. He's 26, becoming the next King of the Underworld and is a complete asshole.
So don't worry about it- it'll probably fall through... probably.