Trials and Hardships (Kyoya Ootori OHSHC) (Not Finished)

Arrangements

Kyoya's P.O.V.

The sun peaked from the blinds and I groaned, turning before wrapping an arm around what I expected to be Nami but got the silk bedsheet instead. I opened and eye and sat up looking around the empty room.

"Nami?" I called out, standing up and opening the door. "Nami, you in here?"

"Yeah, I'm downstairs!" she called out and I descended down, smiling upon seeing her.

"Hey..." I say softly once at the last step and she replies just as quietly. "Hey..."

I sigh and walk over, wrapping my arms around her waist, "Still worried?" I ask, knowing all of the events are weighing down on her.

She looks away and sighs, "How could I not be? I have to plan a funeral, take over a company and face being shunned by all of Japan. Let's not forget our engagement breaking, either."

I purse my lips and look away, in thought. She was right, too much was going on.

"I am going to marry you and only you, Nami." I see her tear up and gulp, pulling her close.

"How?" How. Those words hit me and I'm in silence. How would I marry her? My father will try everything in his power to stop it.

"I'll find a way..." I whisper into her hair and frown as I feel her shake in sobs.

"Why would you want to marry me? I'm going to be shunned, you will too if you marry me." I cup her cheeks and wipe her tears away with my thumb.

"I fell for you, Nami. Do you think I care if some people shun you for being a woman and owning your family Heir? You could do it better than any man in your family."

She sighed and kissed me softly and I hold her closer to me, savoring the warmth.

"I'm going to go talk to Yoshio and tell him I'm only marrying you." I comment and watch her nod.

"I love you. Stay here and I'll be back soon." I kiss her one last time before getting dressed and running out the door.

Nami's P.O.V.

I watch him leave and sigh, rubbing my eyes from the tears before going to the cabinet and taking some pill to help with the headache forming.

I sit down on the couch and rub my temples, not wanting to call the Morgue or the company under my name now.

The phone buzzes and I look over to grab it, growling at seeing who it is and answering.

"Nami Shirihata, how can I help you?" I force out in a formal tone, holding back the urge to curse him in every language I know.

"Ah, yes Nami. It's Ootori Yoshio will you be attending my youngest son's wedding?"

I growled audibly, gritting my teeth as I feel my grasp on the phone tighten.

"Burn in hell, you son of a bitch." The phone became silent, I couldn't even hear him breath.

Finally his vial voice echos, "Pardon?"

I knew Kyoya wouldn't be proud of me for the next words I said but I was in blind rage.

"Haven't you done enough? You've been a thorn in Kyoya and my sides since day one. What do you have against me? I'm so sorry that your son and I have been unstable most of the time but right when you know we both feel something, you call off the engagement. You are far from a man and human, Yoshio. You have abused your youngest son who has done everything he could to impress you. He's fought and done so much to show you how worthy he is of that company and all you've done is cast each attempt aside and hurt him. He's so much more than you. He is powerful, a man and you are a sick, sadistic bastard. My father just fucking died and you call me to ask if I'm attending the wedding? Well, I am for your information and it's because I'm going to be the bride. I am sick of you having something against my family because of the fight that happened years ago. Why is it, Kyoya and I can move from it but you become a bigger sexist, little asshole?! Fuck you." I hung up and let my breathing cool, a surge of happiness ran through me. Those words were finally said.

A few hours later, Kyoya walks through the door and I stand, he looks exhausted but when he sees me I see a faint smile form.

"Dear?" I ask, walking over and examining the red print on his cheek, "That bastard..." I growl before pulling his sleeve and making him sit down.

"I won." he whispers and I turn in wonder if he was talking more to himself than me.

"What?" He smiles tiredly and looks up at me, "I won, the engagement is off. We won."

My eyes widen and I can't help but emit a laugh as I quickly crawl into his lap and kiss him, tears of joy leaking from my eyes.

"I love you so much." I comment, running a hand through his hair as he holds me close by my waist,

"I love you too." he sighs out before laying back with my head on his chest and I watch him fall asleep, I can't help but smile and trace my fingers along his skin. This absolute gorgeous, highly intelligent man was finally mine. I let myself stay on that thought as I drift off to sleep as well.