"This is the first time we've met, how would I know who you are?" Sliding her phone into her pocket, as she stood up.
Frowning he wondered if he could be wrong, but he knew full well to trust his instincts.
"How are you so close to my mother? And why do you know Victor?" His blonde hair flaying in the wind.
"If you don't know why should I tell you?" Looking at him with a sarcastic smile.
"Aah" pointing her finger at him as if in realisation. "Were you my patient whilst I worked in France? ... You seem too young to suffer from Erectile Dysfunction?" A glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
Stunned not expecting to hear those words, his eyes darkened as he thought through what she said.
"You've seen and touched another mans... to treat it?"
Looking at him a little baffled. "Yeah... I've handled another man's Penis, I am a doctor." She added for extra measure, " I've seen so many, I can insert a urinary catheter with my eyes closed."
Staring at her blankly, she decides she wouldn't care and turned around to walk away. Wanting to ask her more questions, he went to reach for her wrist but she crossed her arms and stopped abruptly.
Turning around to look at him with a slight frown, "Can you not grab me suddenly? I have slight mysophobia."
'Mysophobia? What the hell' His lips curved into a sneer.
"You were fine with your brother and my mother." As if stating facts.
"I feel comfortable with my family. Also are you a psychiatrist?" Rolling his eyes at her, he figured she was probably using it as an excuse to get him to leave.
Looking at him sneer at her, thinking she was talking a load of bullshit. She thought about what the best way was to escape... Feeling the familiar itching swell inside her.
But she suddenly heard Hayato calling her and she showed him a beautiful smile, which drove his possessive streak in him.
Her lips as if made for kissing were widely spread out and looked ready for the taking. Like a fairy in the sunlight, her white skin shone as if it were emitting it's own glow.
He wanted to force her to remember, but was unsure about how to do it without grabbing the attention of onlookers.
Turning around to leave, casually waving her hand to say goodbye, he took the initiative.
"So are you saying we've never met before?"
Seeing her stiffen and then continue to walk ahead boldly, as if having not heard him. Hayato was a far distance away and hadn't seen her yet, he calculated hiding a smile.
'You're not going to answer me? Fine.'
With his long legs he smirked evilly as he grabbed her from behind, his callused hands hoisting her up by the waist. Tossing her over his shoulder.
Lifting her like a bag of flour she suddenly yelped
as he carried her around the corner. Placing her down so her back was against the wall.
At first she'd wanted to fight back, but she didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble and hoping for the engagement to cancel, she might try to make him hate her.
"Why? Didn't you say- You've mistaken me for someone else!" Complaining to him. Finding her antics adorable, he let her continue.
"Do us all a favour and go look for that person", she reasoned fairly. "Make sure to cancel the engagement too okay?" Ready to slip away from right under him.
He suddenly pressed his hand against the wall a few inches away from her shoulder, trapping her inside his body.
"Are you not going to answer me?" His deep voice asked her a little hoarse.
Blinking innocently, "I've said what I had to say."
Thinking of something his blue-green eyes shined ominously. "But what if you look like that person and I can't help but think that you're her?"
'Oh please... Go fuck yourself!- Who wants to marry you?!'
Behaving like a snob, her chin raised as she looked at him as if her were insane. "Does that person have the same name as me?" Asking a little indifferently.
"No." He said awkwardly.
"Then aren't you being selfish for saying I must be her when you have no proof- do you?" Questioning him a little triumphant.
The awkward silence answered her question.
Because he was still hovering over her like an annoying fly, taking a big breath, she pulled out the bug repellent.
"I don't know you and I don't like you... Your too close to me, don't you know personal boundaries?"
She said nonchalantly, completely shedding her polite image.
Crouching under his arm to sneak past him. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her roughly against the wall.
"Exactly. You're just a fake." Pinching her chin, He concluded.
'There's no way Yukari would act this way towards me. Wouldn't she be happy to see me?'
Rough fingers scratched her soft skin as he held her in place. Her heart rate increasing, feeling as if she had toiled in a field of dirt for several days.
Unable to handle him touching her, she pushed his chest forcefully her nose shrivelled. "Disgusting! I told you not to touch me." Wiping her swollen, red wrist against her coat pointlessly.
Seeing her red wrist he felt slightly guilty as he staggered away. But he chose to ignore it, his large body shadowing over again.
Reaching out for her again, his thick hand clenched tightly around her neck with a bit of pressure. Looking at him unafraid her eyes bled a little red as she struggled with her restraint.
Almost as if he were possessed his large hands tightened around her like a vice, sneering. "Who said your face could look like hers?"
'Her face looks like mine',secretly hooking her lips to one side.
Letting him strangle her... because she was 'too weak to fight back.' Lifting her up, her Oxygen levels reducing. She continued to watch as this hilarious show proceeded.
Finding it a boring way to die, she swung one of her legs back and forth towards the direction of his crotch. The tip of her pointed heels rushing towards his ball sack.
Letting go of her as he grunted, her fair neck plastered with a red hand print. She watched him holding her neck, which although didn't really hurt she wanted to pretend it did.
Kneeled as he gritted his teeth in pain, she looked at him disdainfully. "I have slight mysophobia." Reiterating carelessly, her soft voice a little rough.
Walking around him, pausing. "Cancel the engagement."
"I've already agreed." Replying with a smirk.
An eyebrow raised she replied carelessly, "How can you agree if the Auclair's were the ones who asked for it in the first place?" Making him stunned.
Walking away although loud enough for him to hear, she muttered in Japanese... "An idiot is still an idiot after 9 years."
'What the hell does this mean?'
****
Abandoning her lady like image, ignoring her brother who was wondering where she had gone. Mindlessly she head to the entrance of the restaurant.
Her brother seeing her ignore him, saw Alex coming from around the corner. Clenching his fist in realisation, he gave him a look of warning and followed after her.
"Give me the keys." She said quietly her back against her brother.
The same two shadow guards stood behind Hayato, awaiting instruction. "Yuki were not finished yet... Did that-" He said coaxing her, pausing when she suddenly turned.
Sweat dripped down her temples, blood dribbling down her chin as she continued to gnaw on her lips.
Gasping, his heart drummed with panic. Signalling one of them to inform the boss he shook with anger, instantly triggered by the large red hand print on her neck.
Unable to meet her silver now mostly red eyes, her sharp nails ramming into her palms. The napkin falling off her hand, as she looked at it frowning.
Sliding a pair of sunglasses onto her small nose, "That bastard did this to you?" He asked her quietly.
Showing a wide smile, her eyes dull and lifeless, she pulled on his sleeve as if begging. "Give me the keys or I'll take the ring off... Hayato."
Grabbing her icy cold hands, trying to warm them with his own, he gingerly placed the key fob into them.
Turning to the remaining shadow guard, Aki who was more familiar with her behaviour. Mirroring his father he ordered, "Do what she wants, but make sure she goes back to the hotel."
Throwing the keys to the valet, she stripped off her coat and heels uncaring, throwing them on the ground like trash.
Looking a little eccentric as she stood on the cold tiles without a coat and shoes, her face hidden by a large pair of sunglasses. The valet a bit confused tried to approach her, seeing she was a rich young girl, but was stopped by a large man who held his hand out for the keys.
Taking them from him, he opened the boot retrieving an antibacterial spray and wipes. Slapping a pair of blue gloves on he worked quickly, wiping the drivers' seat, gear stick,steering wheel and keys before disposing of everything. Informing the Young Miss when the seats were dry.
Holding the door out for her, sighing into the drivers seat, she waited for him to enter after her. Whispering an exhausted thank you, before pressing down on the accelerator and driving off speedily.
****
Messing up his long locks of black hair, feeling a little distressed for his sister as he lit a cigarette. From the corner of his eye he saw Alex fixing his suit, arrogantly walking up to him to start a conversation.
"Where's that woman?" He growled, his jaw clenched.
Smiling amusedly with a hand on his waist as he took a drag, snuffing out the rest with the heal of his loafers.
"That woman?" Asking curiously, hiding a clenched fist behind his back.
Looking at him as if he were stupid, "Your sister."
Nodding his lowered head, both hands behind his back stretching. "She left... Why? Do you know her?"
"That's none of your concern." Replying with a grunt.
Neither one of them noticing their parents walking towards them, preparing to leave. Yuto Nakamura frowning at his sons lack of manners.
"Is that so?" He said with a loud sarcastic laugh. "Oh. So is it none of my concern when you lay your filthy hands on her?" His smooth voice hiding an incoming threat.
Closing the distance on him so he stood in front of him, Alex's expression remaining the same. He laughed wildly seeing this, but the coldness equally rivalled that of his fathers.
"Do you think I'll agree?" Looking him up and down distastefully.
"Who wants to marry that fake bitch?" He thundered.
His eyes flashed with a gleam of silver as the knuckles of his hand cracked, throwing a punch with his left hand making him fall back on his ass with a groan..
Blood streamed down his nose,uncaring he wiped it away with a smirk.
His lithe figure standing before him with blood staining his white knuckles, portraying a vast contrast to the polite lawyer he was introduced to.
Looking down on him, the people behind him stunned by his outburst.
Loosening his tie, he ripped open the buttons of his shirt,with a hand in his pocket he spoke nonchalantly.
"Listen you little fucker... my sister doesn't like you because your part of her past, get it? Why would she want to see you again?" Prodding his finger on his forehead like a thug.