You Used To Be Useful: Ayaka's Story

Chapter XII

The limos reached my estate and I couldn't be more ecstatic to see it; though I can't rest due to visitors. The driver had opened the door standing aside with maids waiting with crunches in their hands.

"Welcome back, Miss Mano," They announced.

 Everyone had stepped out of the limo before me, and with Kyoya's assistance, I hopped out of the limo and swiftly tucked the crunches under my arms. As we slowly make our way to the house, my mom and Taro had walked out of the double doors in the middle of a conversation until she saw me. Enlightened, she strutted her way towards me and yanks me aside.

"Ayaka! You have guests!!" She shrieks before whispering in my ear," And they're so attractive. Especially the one who helped you out, what a hunk."

I could feel the heat creep to my face and my ears, I smack her away from me, shouting at her for being creepy. Taro then giggled, appearing from behind me.

"I thought you have a date with Mamoru?" I asked, in response, he sighed.

"I forgot something at home, so I decided to meet up with him."

I chuckled to myself: imagining Mamoru yelling provocative words at Taro for postponing their dinner. I then asked why was Mom was at the house he claimed that she had to come back for paperwork for the project that was happening in North America. He patted me on my shoulder while commanding Ichiya to escort me to my room.

"I'll comfort your guests while you change," Taro exclaimed. When I glanced at the group, it was their reaction to Taro's words that worried me. It made me anxious and a little apprehensive. I nodded subconsciously; a little distraught by the thought.

"Don't worry too much about them," Ichiya comforted. Maybe I was showing too much concern it must've persuaded Ichiya to comfort me. I pursed my lips and gently bit it.

"Maybe you can think that, but there has been a little mishap earlier," I claimed, "Someone had tripped me and sprung my ankle."

A swift expression of fear raced across Ichiya's face; he cleared his throat, continuing our conversation with caution.

"I presume he hasn't done anything," He said.

"None of the members shown any worry expression when they walked in the nurse's office, so I'd have to assume not. Which means more worry later on tonight," I sighed, leaning on the wall. Ichiya opened my door and sighed with me.

"I wish I had his patience just as much as how I wish he couldn't maintain a grudge for so long," He mentioned before closing my door after he walked in. "But nevermind him, wanna explain the new scenery?"

"Not much to it; I shattered expensive artifacts, I owe them over ten million pounds and the only way to pay them off is being their new member," I explained briefly. Staggering to my closet then tumbling onto a sofa, I had the maids summon my outfits.

His eyes punctured the back of my head exclaiming for an explanation. As the maids rushed to me with a casual outfit of a: black tank top, beige sweater, and blue jean shorts with a black Gucci belt around it; I turn to Ichiya with a polite smile.

"Your parents will murder you when they find out. They won't even expose a drop of blood," Ichiya says in a frantic.

"If they find out, Ichiya," I corrected.

 As I wave off the maids, they snatched a makeup kit from a birch tabletop nearby and approached close to my face. Bashing my face with makeup, I try to carry the conversation with Ichiya with my eyes closed.

"Either way, Ayaka I'm glad to see you doing better with friends. In a semi-non threatening way," He laughs with a rejoiceful smile on his face. I open my eyes a little to peek at him while his berry blue hair bounces across his face ecstatically. His whitened teeth gleamed throughout the room as his pale hand grazes over his forehead. He then turns to me staring at me with empathy, passion, and admiration. I responded with a little smirk and remained quiet as he spoke.