Akashi stormed to the general office for the third time that day, cursing violently under his breath. His anger was evident, his balaclava zipped up so only one eye was open to survey his surroundings. Across the awkward glances and timid squeals he thundered, fuming at the prospect of having to refuse once again.
"KOTOWARI!" Akashi shouted as he flung open the doors to the principal's office. How many times had it been, just how many times had he explain a past he found so abhorrent and disgusting? Just how many times did his refusal have to bang on their doors till it fell apart?
"ORE WA NAN KAI SORE O IU DA, KONO BAKA MONO?! ORE WA, NAN NO JOKEN NI WA AMERICA NI IKU KARA AKIRAMERO!"
"Uhm, excuse me, what did he just say?" a blonde-haired woman sitting in front of his principal's table.
"Oh, eh, nuthing mutch. He wuz just-"
"I said that under no conditions, circumstances, rules or regulations whatnot will I return to America." Akashi growled.
"Sasuga Tachibana Setai no Bocchama dana. (As expected of the Tachibana Household's Young Master)" Another voice said from behind. It was a forced smirk filled with bitter spite, a comment by none other than Rishi himself.
"Naze teme wa koko ni irun da? (Why the hell are you here?)" Akashi asked gruffly, whipping around to look at his dear cousin.
He had hair a shade lighter than Akashi's; ginger. Tachibana Rishi was a year older than Akashi, and was no doubt the rightful heir to the Tachibana Setai. However, Akashi's father, who was now deceased, had been the older sibling, so Akashi is often referred to as Bocchama, meaning young master. It was the kind of cliched rich-people-inheritance kind of thing, explaining Rishi's obvious hatred for his cousin.
"Akiraka ne no? (Isn't it obvious?)"
"Indeed. I'd rather converse in english thank you." Akashi snarled, narrowing his eyes. Rishi shrugged in response, before looking at the blonde woman behind his dear cousin. Akashi himself turned around, finding himself facing a fuming Occhi sensei and principle and an annoyed lawyer, it seemed.
"De? What is it you want?" Akashi demanded. He was itching for a laugh at any of the measly offers the cheap Tachibana Household would make to have him return to America, and why.
The lawyer pushed up her glasses and picked up a stack of papers from the table which she held out to Akashi; who had taken it grudgingly into his hands at Occhi sensei's violent nod of her head.
((Hmmm, he shall have no choice. >:D I apologise for the japanese. I can just automatically translate the dialogue to english if you want though. I just wanted jap to give it the feel. ^^"))
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