The Show Must Go On
Well, it's been a while since I've been here.
Kiryuu mansion.
After I recovered from that anemia I collapsed from... I still don't remember why, but Miki was so anxious for my health he insisted I go on a vacation from school and "everything that was putting you under pressure" as he put it. Since he was so insistant, I went... after all, this was a golden chance to discover some of Father's dirty little secrets, and perhaps get some revenge for what he put Miki through - what he made him believe about himself, that he had to submit.
But I'll ponder more about that a little later. Now is not the time, after all.
Certainly, it isn't everyday one gets invited to the White House by both the President and his sister. I know exactly what Touga-sama is planning - and I can't wait - but what is Nanami thinking? I wonder... although if it comes to that, playing with her mind could easily be as much fun as playing with Touga's body. We'll have to see.
A neatly-manicured fingernail presses against the doorbell. *RIIIIING!*
A slow smile spreads as Kozue waits for the door to be opened to her. As she knows that it will.
Kiryuu mansion.
After I recovered from that anemia I collapsed from... I still don't remember why, but Miki was so anxious for my health he insisted I go on a vacation from school and "everything that was putting you under pressure" as he put it. Since he was so insistant, I went... after all, this was a golden chance to discover some of Father's dirty little secrets, and perhaps get some revenge for what he put Miki through - what he made him believe about himself, that he had to submit.
But I'll ponder more about that a little later. Now is not the time, after all.
Certainly, it isn't everyday one gets invited to the White House by both the President and his sister. I know exactly what Touga-sama is planning - and I can't wait - but what is Nanami thinking? I wonder... although if it comes to that, playing with her mind could easily be as much fun as playing with Touga's body. We'll have to see.
A neatly-manicured fingernail presses against the doorbell. *RIIIIING!*
A slow smile spreads as Kozue waits for the door to be opened to her. As she knows that it will.