Chapter One

A sigh escaped the young woman's lips. Scratching in her notebook, she shook her head. Her glasses nearly falling off her nose. "Onee-chan." she muttered, quite disapprovingly. She watched, in disinterest, at her sister's action.

Her sister, who was merely 2 meters away, smiled. A sweet, innocent smile. The male in front of her swooned at the sight. Here it comes, the glassed girl thought. "No. Your hair's a mess. Your clothes don't match. And goodness, what are you wearing? Such a stench." she said, pinching her nose together and making a face. The man's mouth fell in shock.

She flipped her hair and turned on her heels. Giving an angelic glance at the man, she said, "Don't appear in front of me, ever again."

"Onee-chan."

"Hai?"

"You're cruel." "Do you believe so, Hanaki?" The girl twitched at her sister's pet name. She gritted her teeth and pushed her glasses back up.

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"They're late." the elder man spun in his chair.

"So it seems." He looked at the young woman on the left side of his desk.

His hands fumbled with the rubix cube, frustrated. "Should I go for them?" she asked. He glanced at the woman. Her planner in his hand, he gulped. "I'd rather not." he said, he couldn't afford to be away from that planner. One small diversion and he'll be out of schedule. The woman knew that too, but she had to ask. Before the woman could speak anymore, the door opened. "Gomenasai." a smooth voice came through. The man raised an eyebrow at the woman.

"You are. . ." the woman, probably his secretary, eyed the woman. The woman smiled. "I am Nakamura Ayana." she said, bowing slightly.

Outside of the office, Hanaki yawned. She raised a hand to scratch her head through her fedora. Pushing her glasses back on her nose again, she relaxed into the lounge chair in the central office. "Tch. What a classy school?" She said, eying the vinyl designs on the ceiling. Sticking the pen in her mouth, she chewed on the tip. "Just like Onee-chan to get an interview in such a place. . ." she rolled her eyes. Fixing her scarf, she leaned back, lifting her legs and resting them on the coffee table.

"You!" Hanaki blinked. Who's the lady screaming at? She looked around the place. "You with the scarf!" Hanaki blinked again. Looking at everyone but herself, she reveled in the idea that the lady was delusional. "Take your feet down!" the lady screamed. Hanaki looked at her feet. And then everyone elses. "Oh." She whispered, taking her feet down. Hanaki smiled awkwardly at the lady.

Inside the office, Ayana was having a lecture. Ayana smiled with discontent at the secretary's tone of voice. "And we expect none the less from you, Nakamura-san." the man said, intertwining his fingers in front of him. Ayana nodded with a determined look. "Eh!" Ayana heard, coming from the other side of the door. "Baka!" A rough voice came in response.

Ayana's eyes narrowed. Hanaki, she thought in anger.

Outside, people were starting to gather. Women pointing at the people fighting. Men complaining about the commotion. Teenagers, that were sent to the Headmasters, laughing. But there was no denying, that everyone saw the same thing; two males (or, so it seemed) were having an argument in the lobby. It wasn't so much that it seemed odd that two guys were fighting but more of the content of their argument was weird. But it wasn't long before the headmaster walked out of the office that Ayana had just occupied.

"Koji!" the headmaster yells. The taller of the two males froze. As if there was a hinge needing grease, he turned to face the old man. "Yo?" he greeted with a slate face. It didn't take long for Ayana to react to the scene afterwards. "

Hanaki!" she yells, barely using half her volume. In mere seconds, the shorter of the two froze. "Onee-chan." Hanaki greeted with a fearful smile.

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Minutes ago, Koji and Hanaki were fighting. But at this moment, they were standing side by side with their coresponding guardian. A round of introductions were then made. As, even Ayana, no one knew the other party's name.

"Uchida, Hibiki." The secretary bowed.

"Seto, Shun. Headmaster." Obviously, the headmaster. He nodded with a smile.

"Seto, Koji." the young man scowled, crossing his arms and looking away.

Ayana smiled at each on as they introduced themselves. Hanaki watches as her sister displays set judgements on them. She obviously viewed the secretary, Uchida, as rival. She respects the headmaster (imagine why she couldn't get the job if she didn't). But she gave the kid (as everyone in the room was older then him) a smile that says, my little boy, all over it. After drowning in the information, Ayana started. "I'm Nakamura, Ayana." She smiled. Hanaki rolled her eyes. Hanaki took in a deep breath and then,

"Nakamura, Yukina." Hanaki says. Hanaki, or Yukina, bared her teeth when she heard Ayana mutter, 'Hanaki'. Yukina hated that nickname, but she hated her real name just as much and she prefered the latter. Seto-san leaned back into his chair. "It's a shame that you caused quite a commotion." he said, turning to look out of the window behind him. "How do you expect to pay me back?" he asked.

"Nani?" Yukina whispered in shock. Her eyes narrowed in prospect. Through gritted teeth she said, "Why do I have to repay you, old man?" Uchida gasped, "Such disrespect." Yukina clenched her fists. "I haven't done anything that needs to be compensated for."

"Oyaji!" the younger Seto exclaims.

Seto-san raised his hand. Both in silencing and in need of an item. Uchida sufficiently provided said item for him. "W- w- what is that?" Yukina asked, imaginations running wild of what the notebook contained. Opening it, Seto-san reads off a list.

Minutes later, Seto-san closed the notebook. "How will you compensate for my broken lamp, Nakamura, Yukina?" he asked. Yukina gulped, a dangerous air suddenly around Seto-san seem to make her fearful. "I'll pay for a new one." Yukina said, taking out her wallet. "It's an antique one of a kind." Uchida chirped.

Frozen, Yukina paled and tried to rehydrate her throat. "I'll buy you a different one then." I squeaked. "The designer died and his designs with him. You won't find anything similar or better then it." the younger Seto comments. "Whose side are you on, Baka yaro!?" Yukina couldn't help but burst. He was going to respond but then Seto-san spoke up.

"Marry my nephew."

"Eh~!!??" Little Seto and Yukina asked, backing up to the walls. "I can't marry her!" he claims. "Who said you were, Koji?" Seto-san says, not looking at him. Yukina's mouth fell even more. "But you have no other -- Unless. . ." Seto says, smirking.

"What?" Yukina asked, now aware that situation calls for fear.

"Betsuni~" Seto sang. Yukina clenched her fist. "Marry him or your onee-chan doesn't get the job." Seto-san threatened. Yukina blinked. Raising an eyebrow, she laid a fist on her hip and smirked. "I wil-" But then she was gagged by Ayana. "She'll do it."

"Eh?!" Everyone seemed to say at the same time, except for Ayana and Seto-san.

Yukina fainted then and there.