Fu** you

Night, Tadao's apartment.

In a room filled of poster and wooden mannequin with many type of clothes, both for man and woman. They placed everywhere but they let a passage between the door and a white desk filled of piles of sketches dresses, suits and cosplay clothes of various kind in the middle of that room.

On that desk, a boy was drawing a black qipao, front and back, with yellow edges, some lapis colored bubbles of various sizes drawn at left side at waist level made of little rhinestones and a yellow Chinese Dragon drawn on its back.

Tadao was putting the final adjustments and he was really concentrated, until someone knocked the door of that room. Hearing it, Tadao interrupted his work and put away his work.

"The door is open." (Tadao)

After Tadao spoke, the door was opened from outside and a familiar person entered. Takumi walked towards Tadao who was still sited down. He checked Tadao's sketches and asked a thing to him.

"Do you know how to turn her back?" (Takumi)

"... Do you mean about her overreaction? There's no way to change one's heart but it's possible manipulate its surrounding to change its perceptions. Meanwhile, call pops and mum. They want hear your voice every once in a while." (Tadao)

"... I'll do it." (Takumi)

After a minute of silence, Takumi went out from that creepy room and closed the door. Tadao resumed his work like nothing, but he wearing a smile on his face this time. Nobody know exactly why he was smiling, but a thing was sure: he was happy for Takumi.

***

Afternoon, Seika HS, hallway.

Tadao was walking towards the council room, on the way he saw Yukimura carrying a high pile of paper, probably paperworks of Student of Council. Tadao silently followed him with a digital camera ready on his hand.

After a while, they arrived to the council room and Yukimura went in with difficulty while, Tadao positioned himself behind the door.

"Excuse me, can someone help me with these?" (Shōichirō)

Hearing him, Takumi, who lowered behind Prez's desk with her sitted on the floor before him, he turned around and gets up and saw Tadao's serious face looked out from behind the door. Takumi used his eyes to make signs to ask Tadao to enter. Tadao felt on his scalp a dangerous chill seeing Takumi's intentions.

Obviously, his cousin answered in his way: he gave him the finger.

'Fu** you'

Seeing Tadao's answer, Takumi shook his head and he walked towards Yukimura and helped him with that pile of paperwork on his hands taking a part of it.

"Woah! Usui-san?" (Shōichirō)

"Where do I put these?" (Takumi)

"Ah, on this desk please." Said Shōichirō while he put the remaining paper on his desk as well Takumi following him. Yukimura was relieved for placing that heavy pile and let his guard down. Before he could remind Tadao's warning, he was already screwed.

"Thank you very much." (Shōichirō)

"Not a problem. The reward for you hard work..." (Takumi)

Takumi get closer to Yukimura's face and kissed him without any warning with Tadao who took a picture of that scene. He was also praying for Yukimura to be luckiest in his next life.

"... is this." (Takumi)

All the person in the room was shocked and speechless until Yukimura begin crumble into sand. Takumi was already out of that room. He saw Tadao turns the corner at his left like he didn't want be discovered. Takumi could only sigh while he thought the repercussions of his action. He was sad for Misaki's reaction and response to his kiss. At least, things come back as before, but a price.

Meanwhile, Misaki was shouting her stress out while the members of Student Council were trying to rescue Yukimura who had become a heap of sand.

***

Evening, port.

In a room that was furnished like a certain living room, Tadao was sited on a red sofa in Victorian style. Normally, he would checks Takumi's status at Maid Latte. However today, he had a guest in his home.

That person was a 30s man in casual outfit because his identity was quite special, and being seen in public was troublesome. Now he was sited on another sofa of the same kind. He had a long face, a turned-up nose, and large lips. His black eyes were almond-shaped and he had neat eyebrows. He had a short arms and slender hands, a weak torso with no muscle tone, a narrow waist, and not particularly muscular legs.

That man was a representative of Kiichi MIyazawa, Minister of Financial, and of Hakuo Yanagisawa, Minister of State for Financial Services. This time this man came to sign a contract the boy before him.

"Niura-dono, all the terms are settled, both my superiors are ready to fulfill your request after you supply your financing." (Representative)

"Then, I have the permission to buy those stocks now, right?" (Niura)

"Yes. Upon these terms, your 'Group' is able to buy all the stocks you want but until 30% at most of 14 company on Nikkei. More than that amount, we will need change our contract and stop our collaboration. With the incoming elections, we have to make some preparations to hid all our setting." (Representative)

"Don't worry about that. Koizumi-san won't be got rid. Well, until he is useful, he won't share Obuchi-san's fate, I can grant this small fact." (Niura)

Hearing Niura's sentence, the representative began sweat cold but his behavior and expression didn't change to don't look weak. However, Niura's following sentence scared off him as fu**.

"Oh right, greet mister James for me. The CIA is still too inefficient for my standards and check your account, it's my tip." (Niura)

"Of course, of course. We hope to collaborate with you anytime. Pardon me, now I have to take my leave, my wife is waiting me for a candlelight dinner tonight." (Representative)

"Certainly, you can go now. I don't have rights to stop you to go to your dinner." (Niura)

Then, the representative went out from that room and ran away with a scared face when he was out of Niura's sight. It was like ha was getting away from a terrifying monster.

"I'm so scary?" Asked Niura to himself before he stood up and return to his home before some foreign spy agency could trace him to his hideout.