His Prince By Matrimony.

Chapter V-"An Office Date For Two?"

Kairo Y. POV:

Beep. Beep. Beep. Ah Yes. The Endless Beeping Noise Of Your Alarm Clock As You Wake Up, Tired From A Dinner With A Handsome, Charismatic Businessman Your Expected To Marry No Matter How Ugly You Are Compared To His Looks. I Turned The Alarm Off And Groaned. Seven In The Morning. I Got Up, Brushed My Teeth, Grabbed My Robe And Ate A Small Bowl Of Cornflakes Sprinkled With Sugar. Dad Was At His Shop Until Late Today, Mum Was Working On Her New TV Show Until Much Later, So It Was Just Me And Lance. My Parents Hate Leaving Us Alone And Try To Avoid Situations Like This At The Best Of Times, But Every Couple Of Months This Happens, Which They Hate, But Me And Lance Understand. I Turn The TV On And Felt More Empty Then Ever As I Ate My Depressing Breakfast And Watched Netflix's Teen Romantic Comedies That Made Me Doubt Teenagers Even More Then I Did When I Was One. I Prayed Lance's Generation Wouldn't Be Like This. I Hoped They'd Be More Sophisticated Then My Generation, The One Before And The Current One. But Humanity Usually Fails Me Is What Rang Through My Mind As I Wished This. My Phone Went Off With My Eight'O Clock Alarm. Time To Wake Lance. I Made Him A Bowl Of Curry-Flavoured Noodles Which He Devoured In Less Then Five Minutes. We Cuddled Up And Watched His Favourite Show, The Tiger Twins. Soon Enough, I Had To Take Him To School, So We Got Ready. Lance Wore A Lilac Shirt With A Galaxy Pattern, Jeans, His Dark Grey Hat And Sneakers. I Wore My Beige Blouse, An Oversized Navy And Black Cardigan, Flared Navy Jeans, My Satchel And My White Shoes. I Shoved My Gloves, Fishnets, Mask, Cap And My Glasses, Of Course. We Walked Hand In Hand To His School. I Paused Outside The Convenience Store And Bought Us Each A Hershey Bar Before We Race To The School Gate. I Kiss His Cheek, Gave Him His Lunchbox And Promise To Meet Him At Three, Sharp. I Walked To The Bus Station And Caught A Bus To No Happily Ever After Alley, The Largest Street Where I Live, Which Has The Infamous Mirror, Mirror Brews Cafe. The Last Time I Was In There, I Swear I Must've Seen Paris Hilton Drinking A Latte In The Corner Table. It Was Empty Today However. I Slip To My Regular Table And Do A Few Assignments. Now, You Must Be Thinking, Hey, Isn't Princeton In New Jersey, Doesn't He Live In LA? These Points Are True, But Being Related To Famous Celebrities Gets You Places. All My Coursework There Is Online. Technology, In My Day And Age, It's The Best You Can Get. The Workers At Mirror Mirror Don't Know My Name, No Matter How Long I've Been Coming In The Same Cafe. I Am Simply 'Cafe Boy' Or The Ever So Popular Nickname That Everybody In School Called Me 'Mystery Boy'. This Is Presumably Because I Haven't Breathed A Word To Them Since I First Stepped Foot In The Damn Place. I Simply Pointed At The Menu. Sometimes, I Find It Too Hard To Breathe A Word. Other Days, I Can't Stop. I Feel Unable To In Here And I've Always Wondered Why. I Removed My Mask And Sipped My Very Sugared Vanilla Tea And Nibbled At The Chocolate Covered Biscuits. My Mind Drifts Off To Yesterday Evening And Dinner With The Yamadas. I Smile At The Thought And Feel A Sudden Rush Of Excitement As I Think Of Meeting With Hiro In His Office. I Blush At The Flirtatious Nature Of His Texts Yesterday. Does He Really Want To Flirt With Me? Does He...Love Me As In Love Me? I Was A Ripe Tomato At The Idea. Or Maybe A Strawberry, Seeing As I Was A Slightly Picky Eater And I Hate Tomatoes Unless There In A Salad. I Saw A New Item On The Menu That Day And It Was Vanilla Mochi, Which Reminded Me Of The Amazing One I Had Yesterday. I Beckoned Over The Waitress, A Miss Ramona Helen And Asked Her Quite Clearly, "May I Please Have A Piece Of Your New Menu Item Please Miss Helen?". Her Cyan Eyes With Their Blacker Then Black Pupils Widened, Her Jaw Dropped. Everybody Else In The Cafe, The Entire Mirror, Mirror Brew Family Had The Exact Same Reaction. "He Talks?" Owen Peters Yells From The Counter. "I Do Mr Peters And I Simply Wish To Try Your Mochi, That's It," I Replied, Rolling My Eyes. "And He Knows Our Names!" Says Ivan Harvey. I Point To The Name Tags Clearly Showing Their First And Last Names Quite Prominently. They Wipe The Dumbfounded Looks Off Their Faces And Serve Me A Plate Of The Mochi. It Was Much Chewier Then Hayato's; The Ice Cream Was More Sweet. All In All, Hayato's Was Much Better. He Did Give My Mother The Recipe, And She Was A Master In The Kitchen As Her Parents Were In The Food Business. I Hoped She Would Make It Just As Good As He Did, If Not Better. My Cooking Skills Are Only Somewhat Decent. I Wondered If Hiro Would Enjoy My Cooking, And Then Promised To Myself To Improve To Be A Good, Faithful Husband, So Then At Least He'd Find Me Useful. I Wished Time Would Slow Down A Little; I Was Worried About Messing Everything Up At Hiro's Office. He Sent Me The Address And I Googled It And Realised It Was One Of The Large Sky Scrapers Near The Shopping Centres Next To The Condos. Time And The Universe Were Not On My Side. I Packed All My Stuff, Waved Goodbye To My New Friends And Hurried Off To Pick Up Lance. We Grabbed A Taxi And Headed To The Tower. We Entered The Tall Glass Building. The Woman At The Desk, Mrs Acre, Smiled Brightly At Me, Saying That Hiro Was Expecting Me. We Took The Lift And Darted To The Top Floor. Lance Clinged To Me, His Sweaty Hands Like Monkey Paws. We Walk Through The Cubicles, Turn To The Left And Into A Corridor Filled With Paintings And Doors. The Door At The End Of It Had A Golden Plaque With HIROTO YAMADA Emblazoned Upon It. I Hesitate And Knock. "Come In If You Must," Comes The Deep Voice Of Hiro. I Open The Door And There He Is, Sitting At His Desk, On His Laptop. The Wall Behind Him In The Small Office Space Is Made Purely Of Shiny Glass. Hiro Was Wearing An Elbow-Length Navy And Beige Suit. It Matched My Outfit Perfectly, What A Coincidence. "Kai," He Smiles, "Sit Down," He Said, Gesturing Towards The Velvet Chairs In Front Of His Desk. I Sit Down And Lance Sits On My Lap. Hiro Presses The Intercom Button And Says "Hope, Get Your Ass To My Office Please, I Need You Here," He Rolled His Eyes And Then Sees My Expression, Which Is Confused. "She's My Best Worker, And A Decent Friend. Lance, Do You Mind Going With Her, I Promise You She's Nice," He Assured Us. Lance Nods, Giving Me A Big Hug. Barely A Minute Later, There's A Jaunty Rat-a-tat-tat At The Door. Hiro Answers. A Girl, Around Twenty, With Long Pale Brown Hair, Greyish Green Eyes, Black Glasses And A Red And Navy Suit. She Smiles As Lance Goes With Her. Before They Leave, She Leans Over To Me And Hiro And Whispers, "An Office Date For Two?" Before Bolting Out. As She Slams The Door Shut, I Fiddle With My Hair, Flick My Nails Off, Anything To Stop The Heat In My Cheeks Rising. "I Wanted To Talk About The Wedding Plans, Taeko, Sakura, Himari, Chantelle, Cassandra, And Cam Sent Me Some Shit And Plans, Because The Weddings In February," He Says As He Reaches Over To Stop My Hands, Which Were Drumming Against His Desk. It Takes Me A Moment To Realise He Calls Himari By Her Name. "Who Are Those Last Three?" I Say Delicately. "Taeko's Best Friends Since Middle School. A Group Of Four. Four Spoiled Rich Kids Who Live On Trust Fund And Spend More Money Then Rappers Who Blow Off Their Money On Bringing Hoes Over To The Crib Each Night After Spending Over Thousands And Thousands Every Fucking Day," He Laughs With A Hint Of Spitefulness. I Lean Over To See His Laptop Screen And See Several Pinterest Mood Boards For What Seems To Be A Black-tie Wedding. Big White Hall With Fancy Chairs And Ivory Carnations Hanging From Ceiling Pot Plants. A Wedding Aisle With Plastic Vines And More Carnations. Then There Was Ideas For What We'd Wear. Hiro Said That Taeko And The Girls Believed That I'd Need A Cream Coloured Suit That Wouldn't Contrast With My Skin Tone Too Terribly, Seeing As It Would Look Terrible With My White Hair If I Wore A White Suit. Hiro Needed A Dark Grey Suit Apparently, As Black Would Contrast Terribly With His Hair, Though Personally, I Think No Matter What He'd Wear He'd Look Handsome. Taeko Said If Anybody Showed Up Wearing White She'd Personally Murder Them On The Stop. Then The Subject Changed To Cake. "Uhm-Hiro, Sorry To Break This To You, But I Don't Like Cake...At All. Icing And Sprinkles Make Me Puke," I Blurted Out. This Is What Caused Him To Have A Reaction, Out Of All Things. "Hmm...Personally, I Don't Enjoy As Much As I Did Back Then, My Diet Usually Contains Of More Protein Then Sweet Things. Might Be A Good Idea To Get One Anyways For The Guests, Then I'll Order You Your Favourite Dessert To Eat Instead, How About That?" He Says. I Nodded. My Favourite Dessert Was Coconut Pastry, A Dish I Specialised In. There Was Going To Be A Huge Meal Plan And Buffet, Sorted Out By Mum And Hayato. Together We Chose The Decorations, Plates, Hall, Reception, Dinner. This Took Over Two Hours. All This Wedding Planning Made Me Feel Tired. Finally, We Had To Choose Our Final Detail. The Honeymoon. We Poured Over Hotels And Countries, Cities To Stay In, Places To See And The Expenses. We Were Split Between Singapore And Dubai. Hiro Suddenly Snapped His Fingers. "How About Somewhere Cheap, Somewhere I Know You'd Enjoy. My Home Country, Japan," He Smiled. I Clapped My Hands, My Face Brightening. Me, Hiro And Lance Went To A Restaurant Near His Office, Called Surawasu Surprises, A Chain By Hiro's Older Twin Brothers Ichiro And Yamato. The Meal Was Salad And Then Rice, Curry And Bread. Hiro Dropped Us Off Home. Lance Ended Up Falling Asleep In The Car. When We Got To Our House, Hiro Came In And Carried Him Inside. I Got Hiro To Put Lance In His Bed And Then I Left Him In His Room. It Had To Be Around Seven In The Evening. I Made Hiro A Cup Of Coffee, Which He Drained In Less Then Five Minutes, And Then He Had To Leave. He Kissed My Hand With A Flourish, Walks Out And Leaves. I Run To My Room, Strip Into My Pyjamas, Throw My Glasses On My Desk And Fall Asleep, Warm And Safe In My Bed. Dreams...The Most Magical Thing On Earth. I Was Alone, In A Magical Starry Space, Sitting Amongst Stars. I Could See Dad, In Chains, Reading A Book, Repeating My Future. I Did Tell You He Was A Seer. 

"The Dark Angel, Son Of The Demon

Married For No Reason

When He Flies Once Again

Shall Destiny Dance, Only Then,"

Chapter VI- Magic, Magic, Control, Control, Power...Power.

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