The full-length mirror I stood before reflected me to every fault. The nervous shake as my hands fixed the black blouse and casual trousers fitted to my body. The tapping of my calf high laced-up boots. Looking myself up and down I sigh, defeated by my own head. Pulling my hair from the band, it fallsbhugging my shoulders as I wished I could myself. I already knew that if not for his scent around the room I would’ve lost it since morning. Walking into the closet I pick off an oversized cardigan from a hanger, throwing it across my shoulders.
“You’re coming with me today.” Taking up the keys and my satchel I headed downstairs to where Hughes waited, August sat in the back seat, Martin next to him. Well, don’t they look rejuvenated? Shaking my head as Hughes makes his attempt to come out to greet me, I walk around to the passenger side before taking my seat.
“Good morning, Young Master.” Hughes greets me before taking off.
The conversation in the room dies as I enter, sitting myself at the head of the conference table. August nods at me, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. I could feel Father's eyes burning holes into me but I ignored him."Now then, shall we begin." A chorus of agreement spreads through the room before silence falls again as I begin to speak."As you all know, construction on the new facilities began last year and so far we are still on schedule. For that, I’d like to thank Mr. Price for his efficiency," I smile towards him and he smiles in return; before a cheeky smirk peeks at the corner of his lips, "I'd also like to welcome Mr. Fairchild, as not only our second largest investor but a partner," remaining seated he nods his thanks and I continue,"Now, I’d like to bring to your attention the finished designs of the new uniform that will take effect next semester after the summer holidays." Looking at Kojo, she gets up
Exiting the meeting room, exhaustion hits and I sigh in relief. Beside me, Miyama's practically in zombie mode. He’s shuffling his feet as we head through the lobby of YGM Company towards the entrance; the bags under his eyes not entirely hidden by the frame of his glasses. Chuckling softly, I put my arm around his shoulders drawing him closer and he sighs, settling into my touch."Please tell me we can go home now..." He whimpers and I couldn't help but laugh."Yes, Young Master, we can go home... after... we stop at McDs..." At the mention of fast food Miyama lights up, his drained expression fading completely into total cheerfulness. Upon seeing this my own exhaustion is seemingly lifted off my shoulders and I smile as my brother starts skipping towards the waiting car.It's been just over two years since I've moved here - two days to be precise - and I'd be lying if I said the feeling of having a little brother isn't
Two years. Two years, three months and a week. That’s how much time has passed. Thirteen hours till the sky falls. Till Perseids descend. Seven days since I last spoke to him. From what I understand, according to Miya-Chan, something seemed to have gone wrong and Yuzuki’s the only one who can fix it so he’s been extremely busy. Still…“... at least message…” I mutter, my eyes trailing along the floor as I walk.“Huh? Did you say something?” Looking up from my feet, I meet August’s confused gaze.How’d he do it? How did he survive without his lover for so long? Talking and video calls are all great and all but, there’s something missing. I miss his touch.“Nah.” I replied, sighing.“Hmm, okay.” Following behind him, we exit the apartment build before getting in the car parked in front of us.“Good morning Young Master and Master Ingram.” Emile bows with his greeting, opening the car
Exiting the plane, early morning dew coating the asfalt as I walked down the stairs towards the car waiting for me below.“Welcome home, Yamada-Sama.” The man before me greets, bowing politely as he opens the door for me.“It’s good to be back, David.” Smiling softly, he closes the door after I enter before getting into the passenger seat.“As requested, a meeting has been set up with Mister Ingram for Nine-Thirty. Your Father and William insist you stop by afterwards for brunch.”“These two men have way too much free time.” I sigh, smiling at the thought of them waiting for me.“They’ve missed you.”“You’d think they’d get tired of me after calling everyday for the past two plus years.” I groan and he chuckles softly, before handing me a tablet.“Madam is on her way to the press conference and is accompanied by August-San.”“I see. And the old man?”