~My beauty~

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~Katsuki~

"I'll kill him." I growled marching towards the kitchen door to the courtyard.

"Katsuki," Shota says grabbing my elbow. "Try to stay calm calm, I'll speak to him."

I pull my arm away and throw open the door, stomping outside. It's still storming, and rain blows into the kitchen.

Lightning cracks across the sky. Thunder booms-the perfect soundtrack for my rage.

The lighting cracks again, this time right overhead as I entered the greenhouse.

"How dare you!" I snarled.

Mr. Yagi jumped at the sound. Dropping the phone and the gardenias tried to steal from my mother's prize-winning garden. His jaw dropped too, and he threw up his hands.

I grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and lift him seven inches off the ground, so we're eye to eye. "P-p-please." He stammered like a frightened child's. "I meant no harm."

I give him a shake. "Those are my mothers prize-winning gardenias," I snarl. "They're worth a fortune-in money, time, and pride."

"I didn't know." He says. "I-I thought my son might like one."

I give him another shake. "You should have asked!" I say. Then I tossed him to the rubber mat on the ground.

He looked up at me, covering his face with his arms. "Please, I just took it for my son, im very sorry. He just loves flowers so much and I afford to..."

He's petrified. Terrified. Of me.

I haven't always been an angry, violent person. I don't know what comes over me sometimes. I become such a monster. I take a few deep breaths to clear my head.

"I'm calling the cops." I say, and I move to pick up the phone from the ground. I can hear a boy's voice on the other end of the line. Mr. Yagi grabbed my wrist.

"Please," he says. "Don't call the cops. I couldn't live with the shame. And my poor son..."

I grabbed the phone, but instead of hanging up and calling police, I put it to my ear. There's someone shouting. "Shut up." I say into the phone. The line goes silent, aside from some nervous breathing. "How old are you?"

"Um," says the boy. I assume it's Mr. Yagi's son. "Seventeen."

I hang up. "You can go," I say. "I won't call the cops. Hell, you can keep that flower."

Mr. Yagi slowly stood up. "Thank you," he says. "You've been so generous, I-"

"I wasn't done," I say. I grab him under the arm lead him back into the house. "Our housekeeper has another week of vacation left," I say as we reached the front door. "And the house has been in a dreadful state."

Mr. Yagi's head swivels as he looks around. "It looks fine to me." He says.

I ignored him. "Your son will make up for it," I say. "Send him here tomorrow. He will clean the house for the rest of the week, and the gardenias will be paid for."

"A week of labor for a single flower?" He says, shocked.

"Would you rather I call the cops?" I say.

He stands up straighter. "No," he says.

Now I'm the one to be shocked. Will Mr. Yagi agree to this absurd plan? I only meant to humiliate him.

"If that's what it will take to renew my family's honor, then so be it," he says proudly.

"Fine," I say, then open the front door for him. Orange and yellow lights flash across the front of the house.

"A tow truck has arrived for me." Mr. Yagi says. "Thank you for your hospitality," he bows to me as he departs. "My son will be at your door first thing tomorrow morning."

"See that he is," I say, closing the door behind him. I watched him from the front window as he climbed into the tow truck's cab.

I don't really believe for a moment that the old loser's son will actually show up. But it was fun to make him shake a little.

A/N

Hey my little flowers, I hope you like this chapter and I'll see you in the next one. Have a great morning/evening/night.

June 26,2023
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