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chien_rouge525He will grow to be such a fine young man.
He takes from his father.
He might even BECOME his father.
He will, won’t he?
Can they not talk of anything else? The world’s leaders are struggling to keep the peace and all they’re discussing is about the future of the potential heir to the family’s dynasty of businessmen. Of all the pressing matters and environmental dilemmas and all they think about is that. Pathetic.
The life I live is a curse. I don’t understand why people would wish to have the life I have.
It’s nothing but people deciding for your well-being, fathers that barely have the time to play catch ball but have all the time in the world to smile and be nice to foreign dignitaries, mothers that care only for themselves and would rather be out in the ungodly hours than to be reading to her son a bedtime story and tucking him to bed. Strangers act as if they know you better than you know yourself.
How is this life a dream?
This party is no exception.
Fine drinks, lazy chats and all around smiles.
I wonder what they’re like once the night’s over.
“Young Master, are you enjoying yourself?”
I quickly snap out of my reverie to a gentle fatherly voice I’ve known since the day I was born.
“If you mean enjoying this wall I’m leaning on, then yes Mike. I am. Immensely.”
He chuckles at my remark. “Well then if young master Sho would not hesitate to leave this wall he is so greatly enjoying, please do come with me. The Master calls for you.” And he smiles. I, on the other hand, cringed.
A sudden surge of frustration started to build up inside of me. Now what did he want? I sigh and move forward to my father’s direction, Michael at my tail, as I prepared the fakest party smile I have.
“Michael.”
“The lady in apricot is the wife of our hotel’s Singapore Branch, Mrs. Dina Yuan. Her husband is back in Singapore. To her right, is her younger brother, Xiao, the Singaporean Mafia Boss. To her left, her older brother, Vice president of our Singapore branch.”
“Good.”
“Ah, and there is the young man! He is indeed a sweetheart. My husband hopes to have a young one like him. “
“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Yuan. I hope you have been enjoying yourself.” I take her hand and kiss the ring, as always, charming the ladies as my father have taught me.
“You have raised him well, Gian. If he weren’t so young, I would’ve taken him for myself.”
Pedophilia, huh?
“I’m sure I would’ve loved to have you as my mother. But father has plans for me, don’t you father?” I fling my arms around his waist in an act of affection but let go the instant his eyes lowered. “And I intend to see it through.”
“Business, I believe?”
Well, duh.
“Oh no. He has a brighter future than that. No. I intend to bring him into politics.”
Wait. What?
“The Sakurai Corp could use a hand in the world of Politics.”
“Spoken like a true businessman, Gian! Hahaha! Sho? Is something wrong sweetie?”
Mrs. Yuan’s hand crept closer to my face but I slapped it away, my face contorted with horror. "Don't touch me!"
Here he goes again, trying to decide for my life. He never asked me what I wanted.
And as always I have no choice.
“Young Master.”
I could feel myself convulsing, even as Michael dragged me away from the company. I turned to my father’s direction, to see him forming a twisted smile. I turned back down and sprinted out of the dinner hall.
Back at the dinner hall, everything went back as if nothing had happened.. On one side of the hall, the eccentric family man still continued with his socialization and conversing with the earlier party that had been so rudely interrupted by his son's selfish needs.
“Will he be okay, Gian?” the lady looks to him, her face showing signs of forced concern for the young lad.
Said family man just scoffs, and takes a sip of his drink. “He will. Michael will see to him. Don’t worry.” he smirks.
I dashed to my room and grabbed a chest and took all my necessary belongings.
This wasn’t going to go on forever, not if I have anything to say against it.
Once I was happy, I left my room, dragging the giant bag I had out the lobby, praying no one would see me leaving this hellhole.
Once again, I was wrong as a tiny voice whispered in the dark and made me stop atop the stairs, dead in my tracks.
“Where are you going?”
“Just going out to get some fresh air.”
“And with such a big bag?”
“It’s my seat.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were running away.”
“What?!”
“Bulls-eye.” His voice sounded as if in mockery and confidence that completely matched my own.
“Am not!”
“Then I’ll go with you.”
What do I do? If he comes with me, all my chances of leaving are as good as gone.
“Do what you want. Who the hell are you anyway?!”
“Oh-hoo. Me?...” loud clapping sounds filled the dark and empty lobby as the figure neared the only light that entered through the ceiling window.
A boy, looking as young as I was, around 7 or 8 years old with straight black hair, his mouth forming a mysterious curve and eyes as dark and deep as the Amazon forests.
“I’m Ninomiya Kazunari. Nino.”
For a while I was stunned at the sight before me.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, if anything, one that a child of my status shouldn’t even be feeling, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“And you?”
It took me a few seconds to register whatever he just said before letting out the words, stammering. “Sh-Sho. Sakurai. Sho.”
“Sakurai...Sho?”
“Just...Sho is fine.”
He smirked. “I see. Sho then. I thought you were on your way to get some ‘air’?”
“I...uh....”
“Young Master!”
The familiar gentlemanly voice replaced my own shy and faltering tone as Michael neared me.
“What have you been doing, Young Master?! I thought you were in your room but I saw that—“ he stopped as he examined the young man below the stairs.
“My word, is that you little Nino?”
“Hey Old Man!” he waved at Michael, the latter flashing him a gentle smile.
I snapped. “Hey! Don’t be disrespectful!”
“It is alright, Young Master. I am quite accustomed to such names he calls me. But I see you haven’t changed a bit, little one.”
“I wish I could say the same for you. ”
“Hey Michael what is going on?” I was utterly confused. “How do you know him?”
“Oh of course. Well, it seems you have met your new personal attendant.”
“My...what?!”
“Hello there, young master Sho. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He got down on one knee, and looked up to my direction.
I just got myself a personal attendant!
He takes from his father.
He might even BECOME his father.
He will, won’t he?
Can they not talk of anything else? The world’s leaders are struggling to keep the peace and all they’re discussing is about the future of the potential heir to the family’s dynasty of businessmen. Of all the pressing matters and environmental dilemmas and all they think about is that. Pathetic.
The life I live is a curse. I don’t understand why people would wish to have the life I have.
It’s nothing but people deciding for your well-being, fathers that barely have the time to play catch ball but have all the time in the world to smile and be nice to foreign dignitaries, mothers that care only for themselves and would rather be out in the ungodly hours than to be reading to her son a bedtime story and tucking him to bed. Strangers act as if they know you better than you know yourself.
How is this life a dream?
This party is no exception.
Fine drinks, lazy chats and all around smiles.
I wonder what they’re like once the night’s over.
“Young Master, are you enjoying yourself?”
I quickly snap out of my reverie to a gentle fatherly voice I’ve known since the day I was born.
“If you mean enjoying this wall I’m leaning on, then yes Mike. I am. Immensely.”
He chuckles at my remark. “Well then if young master Sho would not hesitate to leave this wall he is so greatly enjoying, please do come with me. The Master calls for you.” And he smiles. I, on the other hand, cringed.
A sudden surge of frustration started to build up inside of me. Now what did he want? I sigh and move forward to my father’s direction, Michael at my tail, as I prepared the fakest party smile I have.
“Michael.”
“The lady in apricot is the wife of our hotel’s Singapore Branch, Mrs. Dina Yuan. Her husband is back in Singapore. To her right, is her younger brother, Xiao, the Singaporean Mafia Boss. To her left, her older brother, Vice president of our Singapore branch.”
“Good.”
“Ah, and there is the young man! He is indeed a sweetheart. My husband hopes to have a young one like him. “
“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Yuan. I hope you have been enjoying yourself.” I take her hand and kiss the ring, as always, charming the ladies as my father have taught me.
“You have raised him well, Gian. If he weren’t so young, I would’ve taken him for myself.”
Pedophilia, huh?
“I’m sure I would’ve loved to have you as my mother. But father has plans for me, don’t you father?” I fling my arms around his waist in an act of affection but let go the instant his eyes lowered. “And I intend to see it through.”
“Business, I believe?”
Well, duh.
“Oh no. He has a brighter future than that. No. I intend to bring him into politics.”
Wait. What?
“The Sakurai Corp could use a hand in the world of Politics.”
“Spoken like a true businessman, Gian! Hahaha! Sho? Is something wrong sweetie?”
Mrs. Yuan’s hand crept closer to my face but I slapped it away, my face contorted with horror. "Don't touch me!"
Here he goes again, trying to decide for my life. He never asked me what I wanted.
And as always I have no choice.
“Young Master.”
I could feel myself convulsing, even as Michael dragged me away from the company. I turned to my father’s direction, to see him forming a twisted smile. I turned back down and sprinted out of the dinner hall.
Back at the dinner hall, everything went back as if nothing had happened.. On one side of the hall, the eccentric family man still continued with his socialization and conversing with the earlier party that had been so rudely interrupted by his son's selfish needs.
“Will he be okay, Gian?” the lady looks to him, her face showing signs of forced concern for the young lad.
Said family man just scoffs, and takes a sip of his drink. “He will. Michael will see to him. Don’t worry.” he smirks.
I dashed to my room and grabbed a chest and took all my necessary belongings.
This wasn’t going to go on forever, not if I have anything to say against it.
Once I was happy, I left my room, dragging the giant bag I had out the lobby, praying no one would see me leaving this hellhole.
Once again, I was wrong as a tiny voice whispered in the dark and made me stop atop the stairs, dead in my tracks.
“Where are you going?”
“Just going out to get some fresh air.”
“And with such a big bag?”
“It’s my seat.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were running away.”
“What?!”
“Bulls-eye.” His voice sounded as if in mockery and confidence that completely matched my own.
“Am not!”
“Then I’ll go with you.”
What do I do? If he comes with me, all my chances of leaving are as good as gone.
“Do what you want. Who the hell are you anyway?!”
“Oh-hoo. Me?...” loud clapping sounds filled the dark and empty lobby as the figure neared the only light that entered through the ceiling window.
A boy, looking as young as I was, around 7 or 8 years old with straight black hair, his mouth forming a mysterious curve and eyes as dark and deep as the Amazon forests.
“I’m Ninomiya Kazunari. Nino.”
For a while I was stunned at the sight before me.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, if anything, one that a child of my status shouldn’t even be feeling, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“And you?”
It took me a few seconds to register whatever he just said before letting out the words, stammering. “Sh-Sho. Sakurai. Sho.”
“Sakurai...Sho?”
“Just...Sho is fine.”
He smirked. “I see. Sho then. I thought you were on your way to get some ‘air’?”
“I...uh....”
“Young Master!”
The familiar gentlemanly voice replaced my own shy and faltering tone as Michael neared me.
“What have you been doing, Young Master?! I thought you were in your room but I saw that—“ he stopped as he examined the young man below the stairs.
“My word, is that you little Nino?”
“Hey Old Man!” he waved at Michael, the latter flashing him a gentle smile.
I snapped. “Hey! Don’t be disrespectful!”
“It is alright, Young Master. I am quite accustomed to such names he calls me. But I see you haven’t changed a bit, little one.”
“I wish I could say the same for you. ”
“Hey Michael what is going on?” I was utterly confused. “How do you know him?”
“Oh of course. Well, it seems you have met your new personal attendant.”
“My...what?!”
“Hello there, young master Sho. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He got down on one knee, and looked up to my direction.
I just got myself a personal attendant!