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The house of Yoko is known for many things. Their furniture company, and their collection of many rare items. And their beautiful adopted son.
Miyashi Yoko was their pride and joy. His beauty was blinding. He has pale skin and raven hair. Growing to reach his waist. And the most eye-catching about him is his rare purple orbs.
He has a tall figure and is overall good-looking for a man. Still, people think it's a shame he wasn't a woman.
Even so, requests would fall. Many offer the house of Yoko to engage Miyashi. They wanted him to marry their heirs, man or woman.
Miyashi was a mysterious boy, just a few years after getting adopted by the Yoko, he already made a name for himself. He was blessed with a "Prodigy." When they found him in the orphanage he was dirty. He was a mess. He was crying horribly, trembling with absolute fear. Luckily the Yoko took pity on him. And he turns into their fortune.
Miyashi was talented in so many things, be it in studies or his art skills. The only downgrade is that he was physically weak. He cannot learn sports, his body cannot handle it. He was too fragile for a man.
His mother never allowed him to do more than small exercises. He was banned from leaving the house. They were scared he would hurt himself, they treated him as if he was a "damsel in distress." But surely, after years of being behind those protective walls, he would be tired?..
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"Miyashi. My dear? Let's go. You have an appointment."
"Mother?"
Miyashi was at least surprised to see his mother enter his room. She was holding a glass of wine, taking a sip. He knew she was watching his figure, making sure he didn't show any flaws.
"What appointment?"
His mother tends to get him "Fixed." Even though there's absolutely nothing wrong with him. She is just a perfectionist, her excuse was so that he could have the best life. A perfect life, where he could keep the family name.
"To dye your hair. Your hair dye is faltering. And as much as I like your red hair. I think it's too... appealing."
She said that while standing there with red hair. She dyed it. It doesn't make sense, but deep down. She didn't want him to get every attention. It doesn't bother him. He was in disguise, hiding from a.. certain someone.
It wasn't his plan to pull out so much attention. But at least he got food on his plate. His parents let him change his name. Due to them not wanting his real parents, who might take him back.
He looked like a lost kid, and they just never decide to find out his real family. He can only look at her with a doubting expression. But again she is his "Mother." And he should just listen to her.
"Alright."
His mother smiled, she was sensitive to rejection and he learned that. She was the first person to hit him. But that is the downside of this family. And he thinks it's just to be accepted. He can deal with her constant yelling. He can deal with her pulling his hair. He can deal with her punishment.
He has been through the worst, well not really but. This is still better than before..?
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Miyashi took a look at himself in the mirror. Watching his newly dyed hair. It would be easier if his hair was short, but of course, her mother didn't allow it. They haven't cut his hair since seven years ago.
I.. still looked like him.
He tried his best to ignore it. But it seems that it would never leave. His memory, his past. It will soon catch up to him sooner or later. He remembers it all vividly. The worst and best day of his life.
The memories were there to tell him that, It is not over yet. It's there to tell him. He Is coming. It told him not to forget, to stay on high alert no matter where he is. A memory flashed through him.
He remembers those dark eyes. Having tears, was a rare sight, even to him. It was chasing him. Trying to catch him so he could be locked up again. And then, it was pleading. Falling to its knees as it begs for him. And finally, it threatened him.
"You will come back to me."
Those words would ring in his ears every time, it gave him shivers through his spine. It was so horrible, he refuse to accept that it was even a human. He refuse to accept that it was supposed to be his family. His brother.
it only ever became his nightmare.
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"Miyashi. Stop playing with your food. If you don't want it, just throw it out."
His father was no different. He would also scold him for every single thing. They were only family by papers anyway. They wouldn't love him the way his real family would. His parents were holding each other, giggling. Giving each other kisses... It disgusted Miyashi.
"We're having a party tonight. There's something to celebrate!"
He said with such a tone, he was actually happy. Miyashi has learned how to read expressions, and this happiness wasn't fake. It wasn't the "happiness" he gives when greeting people who are lower than him.
"And that is?"
"Your mother's pregnant! Finally, the Yoko has got an heir."
He exclaimed hugging his so lovely wife, as they laugh once again. "It probably isn't yours.." he muttered. They didn't hear it due to their voice, and also the fact they're used to neglecting everything he says unless it will make an impact on themselves.
"Tonight. I want you to perform. Don't mess up."
He wanted to roll his eyes at the threats. They wouldn't make insane damage, no. His being hurt will ruin their image, they'll probably just yell at him. It wasn't his fear. They didn't know his one and only fear.
The couple left the dinner table, going to their rooms. Even if they're "oh-so-proud" of him. They didn't want him to become the heir. They're afraid his blood was "Tainted by the poor."
His family never actually wanted him. At first, they just want to "look good" in front of the media, and then silently throw him out again. His beauty changed that for him. And now, his use is to win as many competitions as he can and marry a girl of great wealth. Or a perverted man who'd take interest in him.
Either way, his parents never cared. He was eighteen years old. And that means they can probably throw him out now. Or sell him.
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He has finished his violin performance. Many women of different ages would come to talk to him, he'd dodge them as politely as possible. But it just seems that they didn't want to listen. It was annoying him.
Luckily, it was his last performance, meaning he can now just leave to his room unless he was called. But of course that wouldn't be polite. He needed to show himself more, other than hiding. His father will surely scold him again.
He saw his mother drunk. Talking to some friends, on the other hand, his father was bragging about his soon-to-be child, while also talking to other women. The family's cracked. Even if he wasn't acknowledged, he was a part of it. He knew the dark side of the family.
He often saw his mother bringing random males to the house. And he once saw his father kissing his secretary. They didn't bother to hide it from him, and he didn't bother to care. Well back then, he was clueless. Blind and unknowing. He didn't even think that was wrong.
An effect of his original family, his brother would block him from seeing the world. He rarely saw his original parents until one day, they disappeared. He hardly remembers their faces or personality.
Were they kind to him? Or are they just as ignorant as his parents now? Fortunately, this family was rich. They gave him a phone, a very new thing for him to discover. He was fascinated, that he couldn't take his attention off it for hours. It was like magic. When he first saw the phone light up, and then the noises it made. It was magnificent.
Yet, even if his life was seemingly better than before. He knew he was richer. For instance, when he remembered his old room, it would be as big as their living room now. He'd eat much more food than just a two-bite steak with a side of fries. It's just him keeping the world away.
Miyoshi end up at a snack table, he tried to socialize really, but all the other people his age were either wanting to marry him, or be jealous. He excused himself from the lady he was talking to. Ignoring the glares he got, a servant called for him.
He was led to his mother. The servant left immediately. leaving Miyashi confused. What does she want now...
"Miyashi. I want you to meet someone. He is our friend and he has been kind enough to come. I want you to greet him alright?"
His mother gave him the sign. The sign meant to say, 'Someone of great wealth is here, and I should do my best to impress them.' When this happens, she smiles more often, and her voice becomes softer. This "Friend" could probably one of her side men. How cruel, in front of her husband, and her child.
Her husband deserves it though.
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They went into a much quieter place, wine was offered on the table, while the man they were talking about, and his father sits face to face.
"I'm sorry if I took long, it was quite hard to find him."
His mother said the man was young. Younger than he expected, the man looked weird. At least to him. His theme was maroon, red. Having red hair and eyes, and wearing a maroon coat. He sits there, crossing his leg. Observing the boy quietly.
They only kept looking at each other, and after a minute of silence, Miyashi took the first move, he suck it up and walk up to him. He knows him, clearly. But he can't possibly blow his covers. He approached the young man, offering a handshake.
"Hello. I am Miyashi Yoko. It's nice to meet you... sir?"
The man was still sitting there, unmoving and not flinching a bit. "Rude." He uttered under his breath, it was barely heard.
"Don't take it to heart Miyashi. It just seems that he isn't a fan of handshakes..!"
"Very well."
He slowly lower his arm after the rejection, before it was pulled. And the man suddenly stands up, shaking his right hand. He was taller than he looks. His body was towering over the boy.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you too. Miyashi."
He took this time to observe him. He swallowed his spit. This. This is him. He recognized him just by his cold eyes, and his voice. It ringed.
"S-sir? My hand?.."
His hold was starting to hurt, he was holding his hand tightly, and it didn't want want to let go. It wanted to keep holding him. To keep him. He let go, still eyeing the boy from top to bottom intently.
He.. smiled? "Let me restart. I am the owner of the Taiyō fashion company. Yoriichi Tsugikuni." His eyes went soft, it looked like he was holding an urge to just jump him right then and there.
"Your parents have already told stories about you. I'm so.. impressed."
He didn't mean that. Of course, he didn't, he hates it when he shows himself, he might be impressed but he doesn't want to be.
"Ah, is that so? Well, I hope they speak good things about me."
The man chuckled, right now, every reaction he did surprised everyone in the room. And every word coming out of his mouth was a trap.
"Your accomplishments are truly something to be proud of. You're doing good."
Not good enough. It will be nothing compared to him. Nothing. Yoriichi Tsugikuni was a genius. He was young and he already sits with millions of dollars. He started his company at eighteen years old. And now is considered one of the richest people in the world. He is, the real "Prodigy."
"You are a beautiful child. Would you like to be a model? I can promise that you'll be satisfied with the payments."
"Oh, um... I'd like to, but I don't-"
"Yes!"
His answer was cut off by his parents, they have been watching them silently, and they were happy that Miyashi was able to catch the man's attention.
"He will be working for you, Mr. Tsugikuni, when can he start?"
His father approached them, standing up from his seat, he stayed behind the boy, he pats the boy's back, and put his hand on his shoulder. As if to show he's proud of him.
"But father-"
The grip was tightened. It was to tell him to shut up. Their contact was torn apart, the young man grabbed the hands and pushed Miyashi to be behind him.
"Mr. Tsugikuni.."
Yoriichi glared at him, making the man stutter, unable to even say a proper word. He still keeps his hand, threatening to break it. He let's go... For now.
"Can't you see the boy's uncomfortable? Don't ruin him. He's precious."
The man was back to his serious face, a face that would frighten people if they were looked upon.
"Tomorrow, I will send someone to fetch him to my office. Goodbye."
He look back at Miyashi one last time, the boy was shocked at how he treated his father. The man's arm reaches for his head, patting him.
"See you soon. Miyashi."