She's mine.

Chapter Four: Saucepans and more.

(part) of Mason's grand house.

Mason walked down the grand staircase, under the magnificent gleaming glass chandelier, fixing the hem of his sleeve on his ironed suit. He had toast in his mouth, hands full of stuff, he put them down on the shining glass table, long enough to seat fifteen grand guests. He shoved the candelabras' aside, neatly placing a laptop and a notebook down.

His family was quite rich, or wealthy, more like. His father, Naori Asahi had supreme control over five huge companies. Being the multiple CEOs' he was, his family got quite a lot of advantage over the wealth that circulated. They had a glittering pool, twelve bedrooms, a beautiful kitchen and lounge and the best interior, and that was just one house!

The maid walked in at Mason's presence, wiping the already clean and sleek dining table. 

"Change that cloth, Daisuke." Mason murmured, pushing the lid of his laptop open."You're getting filth all over the surface." The maid looked as if troubled. She squeaked, her cheeks went pink. "Yes sir, sorry sir." Then she ran off with the dusting cloth and tray, hiding her face behind the cloth.

Mason watched her flee, then returned to his work. He was signing files for the arrival of their new exchange student, Jung eun Wings. He'd come for a few months, study, and explore Japan. Mason thought he seemed from a good, noble family. He had talked to him through Skype before. Jung-eun didn't reveal that much about his life or himself. Just a nice, friendly chat and flight planning. 

As he typed on his laptop keyboard, the palm trees surrounding the marvellous pool swayed gently in the cool wind. Mason could feel it calming his stress. He tried to keep on going, to file the last report, but kept failing as his eyelids felt heavy and droopy. Mason leaned back, and stretched lazily. The designer chair squeaked behind the weight of his broad back. 

Mason's mother, Hung Asahi came into the sparkling lounge/dining room. She was carrying neatly folded and pressed clothes, fresh from ironing and warming. She placed them on the plump sofas, and smiled at the sight of her son, whose head was gently laid onto the table, asleep once again. 

"Wings Jung-eun won't be carried by your butlers all the way from Korea to Japan, sweetheart." She gently whispered, softly ruffling her son's hair. Mason looked up at his mother, groaning something that sounded like "I was sleeping." Hung kissed the back of his head, and patted his shoulder, telling him to rise and brush his teeth, as if he was five.

The complaining Mason that was once asleep on the dining table headed almost drunkenly into his room. It was sophisticated and modern, very much unlike the hidden side of Mason Asahi. There were two laptops there, the most expensive of the kind. One was for his novel-writing and the other for his studies. The third, only he knew. 

Mason Asahi got into his comfortable pyjamas, glancing quickly at the mirror. He was very focused on his appearance, always combing, conditioning, or oiling. He yawned, pulling the fluffy blanket over him. 

"Goodnight." He muttered to himself, and the artificial support. The device beeped, and all the lights switched off at once.

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Rustle

Bang

Yelp

Two hours later, Mason Asahi was painfully awakened by what sounded like donkeys breaking into the house. The sound was echoed throughout the large house.

Shoving his feet into his bunny slippers that he promised to his mother that he would wear, Mason stumbled out of his room, and switched on the lounge room light.