My DOJO Princess [ON-GOING]

Chapter 3: Forgive Me For The Misunderstanding

= Ken's POV =

"I'm honored to met you." The kimono girl said politely. "I'm Haruhi Hashimoto."

Hashimoto?

The name sounds very familiar.

We are seated on the living area of my flat. The two men in black suits are behind Haruhi. They're both standing well-postured as if they are in the military.

"And these two are my bodyguards." She waved her right palm as if she's a museum guide showing some museum statues.

"I also see you have of taking picture of sceneries." She pointed over the pin board mounted on the wall near my bed.

"Yeah." I said. "Just a hobby of mine."

"And ooh." She glanced over the shelves beside my flat screen. "You're a fan of Bakageko-san?"

"Just a past time." I lied. They are actually first printed copies given by the publishing company.

"Rei-san." Haruhi spoke.

Immediately, the guy on her left approached her. He is young looking, he looked like one of those politician's son. He has eatly trimmed black hair, serious black eyes and a distinguishing scar on the center of his chin as if it was slashed by a knife.

"Yes, Haruhi-sama?" He asked.

"Please repair Kentaro-sama's door." She replied. "I think I may have gone overboard."

I think I may have have overboard? More like I broke this guy's door and threatened his life. I thought.

"As you wish, Haruhi-sama." The guy named replied.

"Kazu-san, assist Rei-san." Haruhi said to the guy on her right.

The guy she called Kazu is a bit mature maybe around 30 years old. He has neatly combed black hair, fair skin and eyes that are intimidating as if a teacher is about to send me to the principal's office for misconduct.

"As you wish, Haruhi-sama." He said and left immediately with Rei.

"Oh, one more thing!" Haruhi stopped them. "After that, please wait outside the door, I have a private matter to discuss with him."

"Understood." The both said in unison and gave her farewell bows.

Please don't leave me with her! Or better yet, take her with you and leave! I thought.

Kazu had some tool box ready. Which I didn't know where it came from. They then closed the living area door. A few moments later I hear electric tool working.

"Finally." She said after they left.

She raised both of her legs and rest her feet on my coffee table.

"HEY!" Her tone shifted from a polite lady to a gangster-like voice, the one she had during our encounter at the beach.

"Here's a deal." She said, "Be my husband."

Be her husband? Is it me or she just said that flat out. I thought.

"You're crazy!" I managed to say after my brain was overwriting words due to her.

She gave me another glare.

"You're the one who first thought about it, idiot!" She said.

"Wait, what?" I said in confusion.

"Haven't you forgotten?!" She put her feet off the table and put her face closer to me. "You said, your gonna propose to me."

Propose to her. I thought.

I tried to remember. Then it flashbacked to me. The time when she was about to strike me with her umbrella yesterday.

"Ah!" I said.

"Seriously, you're really bad at remembering things." She said as if she knows me already.

Well to be perfectly honest. I sometimes forget things like childhood memories, birthdays, promises, etc. But how could a forgetful person like me be a writer? Well, when I get ideas for novels I immediately write it down. Sometimes I take pictures.

But anyway...

"Umm.." I mustered all of my courage. "Forgive me for the misunderstanding but I meant propose to you not propose to you."

"What the hell do you mean?" She asked while putting her feet back on the table

"I was scared you know." I explained. "And I tried to propose a talk between us so that you would calm down. I didn't meant say to marry me."

"Oh, I see." She said in realization. "Well as if a coward guy like you would have a chance to marry me."

"Hey!" I said in retraction.

"But that doesn't matter anyway." She opened the seven-layered bento and took out some chop sticks. "You are obliged to marry me."

"Wait, didn't I tell you it was a misunderstanding?" I clarified.

"And didn't I tell you that let me give you a deal." She said while arranging the bento across the table.

Each of the layer container have elegantly cooked food like fried chicken balls, tamagoyaki, lettuce salad, steamed sweet potatoes, steamed boneless mackerel with salt and pepper seasoning and the rest is rice topped with one tiny pickled tomato.

"Again, the deal is you become my husband." She took one of the container with rice. "And I won't tell the world that you're Bakageko-san."

"What do you mean I am Bakageko-?"

"Judging from the look of this apartment flat." She stopped me.

I felt I've fallen right into a trap.

"By looking at the pictures on the hanged pin board over there, most of the sceneries can be seen as cover page of all the books published under the name Bakageko-san." She deducted as if she's one of those detectives I've seen on dramas.

"I could have just took the exact same photo based on the book released." I tried to make an alibi.

"Nope. Those photos are authentic like this one." She took one of the pinned photo which is picture of the Cherry Blossoms I took from Aomori.

She then walked towards the shelves and took out a copy of The Tears of the Cherry Blossoms, a book I wrote last year.

"The cover photo here in this book is exactly the same as the one on this picture." She held both objects side by side. "The way the petals falling, the small birds, even the direction of the branches of the trees are swaying are the same."

I pursed my lips. She is right.

"Also, according to a magazine interview to Menma Agaraki which is Bakageko-san's editor, he said that the Bakageko-san always submits his manuscript along with a photo he proposes as the cover art." She spoke like a true detective. "There is no doubt, you are Bakageko-san!"

"Okay fine." I surrendered. "Who are you, really?"

"As I said, I'm Haruhi Hashimoto" she said in an annoyed tone. "I'm the daughter of Hajime Hashimoto."

"Wait?!" I exclaimed. "You're his daughter?"

= End of Chapter =