Seijuro tapped his mouse for the umpteenth time. He sighed. Instead of studying their company’s latest business proposal, he forced himself to make an account with a site people called facebook. He learnt to use it in a fast manner and soon he added every people he knew he could trust, but that was not the point. His sole purpose was to stalk a certain person. Yes, to stalk. I repeat, to stalk. Again, to stalk, A GIRL…
Seijuro knew what he’s doing was completely unnecessary and senseless, but he just can’t stop. He never expected to be a cheap man like this.
It all started with an acquaintance party led by his father, celebrating their company’s success along with the others. Seijuro strolled around, greeting other guests and meeting ladies from other families that will probably be his wife-to-be. Seijuro roamed around, casting his charms on every lady he passed by until his father caught his attention.
Seijuro walked to his direction in a graceful manner, a trait expected in the Akashi household. His father was talking to his business partner. He did not quite catch their conversation, but it has something to do with succession, inheritance, merging.
His father and Fujibayashi Daisuke were friends since who-knows-how-long and up to now, their bond remained strong, and they were talking on how to make their bond stronger.
Seijuro just realized there was a girl, her back facing his, standing beside Fujibayashi Daisuke.
The moment he reached where the two men stood at, his father quickly moved to the introductions.
“Ah, Daisuke,” His father gestured to his son, “This is my son, Seijuro.”
“Oh, the only successor of the Akashi household, I suppose.”
Daisuke looked at Seijuro fondly, and it started to make him feel uneasy. Something was going to happen.
“Oh, and this is my only daughter,” the girl turned back to her father, “Fujibayashi Himeaka.”
The girl faced Seijuro the moment her name was mentioned, and a sweet smile was painted on her beautiful face. She wore a red gown, styled like she was in the Middle Ages, conservative but attractive at the same time. Her black locks were let down and were curled at the end, and a small tiara was resting on her head.
Indeed, she was a red princess, Fujibayashi Himeaka.
A voice interrupted his trail of thoughts.
“Don’t you want to have a dance with her, son?” His father gave him a look, probably implying, ’Impress her.’
“Enjoy yourselves while we discuss private matters… Kindly excuse us.”
And with that, the two men disappeared from their sight.
It took a few moments when Seijuro spoke, “So Himeaka-san, can I have this dance?”
She answered with a smile. ”It’s my pleasure.”
They made their way to the dance floor; both of their movements were graceful as ever.
Back to reality, Seijuro was browsing through every picture he found of her. Their meeting was two weeks ago, but he cannot forget about the epitome of perfection he saw. He never had enough, so here he was, doing something so inappropriate for an elite like him.
It was Monday the next day, and Seijuro was caught off-guard with an unexpected event. He thought he was hallucinating, because he kept seeing the epitome of perfection and beautiful black locks around. He didn’t give a damn anymore; he was sleepy from last night’s secret operation. (authorcchi: me to omg I’m so slepeeeehhhh olredeeeee time check: 9:52 pm )
