Chapter [.x.] One

 

I was born at the top, the world at my feet.

 

And till the day I died, I truly believed that it would be the only place that I would be.

 

But I didn’t realize ‘till it was too late, that nothing remains frozen forever.

 

Even when it seems like everything is impossible, something’s got to happen.

 

 

 

 

Law of Absurdity

 

 

 

Chapter o1

 

 

 

“Congratulations Aida-senpai!” The freshman girl practically screamed, staring at the floor.

 

I swung my legs off the table, standing so that I was in front of her. “Can I,” I paused for a moment, curiously studying her, “Help you…?”

 

The girl’s head shot straight up, “Um, er, I…the mid-term exams! Aida-senpai placed top honors.”

 

I blinked, “Again?” This was news to me, I hadn't been bothered to check the posting yet.

 

The younger girl flushed, “H-hai!”

 

“That’s not much of an accomplishment then, is it?” I closed my eyes in exasperation, swinging my bag over my left shoulder. “It was merely maintaining something of mine.” I walk away, before the freshman could start babbling something else incoherently.

 

All I had wanted to do was sit in the library and have a little bit of silence, but it seems now like even that was too much to ask.

 

I slow down, I'm thankful the girl hasn't decided to follow me. I suppose years of practicing the cold shoulder had finally paid off. At that moment I heard the footsteps.

 

“Good job Aida!” A remark snidely made, and I know, even before I turn around, that the stupid perpetual smirk is still on his face.

 

“Second place again Miyagi-kun? Oh well,” I bring a hand to my face, “Better luck next time. You know what they say: sixth time the charm!” I smile brightly at him, and I can almost see the steam coming off him.

 

“Just you wait Aida-”

 

“Later Miyagi-kun!” I flash him a victory sign, smirking ear to ear, and I’m off yet again. This time I do not slow down.

 

To be honest I hadn't really known Miyagi had gotten second. But after thinking about it for a moment, I suppose I should have.

 

It's practically the order of things at Seika.

 

 ‘What a pain…’ I run a hand through my long black hair, ‘Wish I could transfer out of this damn place.’

 

“Aida-sama!” The driver waves at me as soon as I’m outside.

 

‘Oh great, this can only mean one thing.’ I want to scream. “Is my father here?”

 

“No, I’m afraid he’s busy tonight," The driver says.

 

I let out a sigh of relief, but he seems to ignore it. "He has asked me to inform you of the party tonight."

 

I really should have seen this coming. "Oh? And for what do I owe this great pain?" I ask half-sarcastic.

 

He smiles, “Because Aida-sama has aced her exams.”

 

I nod, not bothering to ask how he already knew that piece of information weeks in advance. That is, after all, how long it takes for my nitwit father to organize an event. But then again, it’s more of what he expected, and I had met the expectations. Yet again.

 

Normally I enjoyed parties: they kept my father out of my hair. But I was in my last year of high school, so it was more than just a good guess that college magnates would be attending.

 

“Is something the matter?” The man asked, and I snapped back to attention, realizing I hadn’t gotten in the car yet.

 

“Uh, no, of course not.” I threw my bag in the limo and shuffled in myself. “Let’s go.”

 

 

“The strapless green dress or the sleeveless blue one?” My stylist questioned, holding up two dresses in front of me.

 

“Get me a pair of dark blue heels,” I said to her assistant.

 

She sighed, “I’m guessing that’s the blue one.”

 

“Um, duh," I say raising an eyebrow. I then turn to her assistant, "Get me a diamond necklace, and earrings. Matching.”

 

There I was after my midterm exam results, not celebrating like I should have been, but in my white bathrobe, sitting on my bed, examining dresses. Ones that I would probably never even so much as look at again at that.

 

And people wanted to be me?

 

Half an hour later, all dressed, standing in front of a full length mirror, I examined myself.

 

“Perfect,” my stylist had said before leaving.

 

Perfect, I echoed, what a hollow word. Perfect.

 

 

“Ah, Misaki! Come over here.” My father beckoned me only moments after I had made my grand entrance.

 

I walked over to him, briskly yet regally, just like I had been taught.

 

“This is my daughter Misaki," He said flourishing a hand at me. "Misaki this is one of the new partners at our company, Shinseki Ryujin.”

 

I smile up at him politely, I mean hell the guy’s at least a head taller than me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Shinseki-san.”

 

He nods without smiling, his dull sky-blue eyes studying my face. He’s surprisingly young for someone who works with my father, mid twenties maybe. ‘Must be an heir,’ I realize, shaking it off.

 

A few minutes later when he’s gone, I breathe a sigh of relief. What the hell is it with my dad and his fucked up friends? I mean they're so weird…This particular one looks like he has a face carved from stone.

 

“Who was that?” A voice comes from seemingly nowhere.

 

“My dad’s new partner or something, but that’s beside the point. How did you get in?” I raise an eyebrow at Aishun Miyagi, standing there in all his glory.

 

He stares at me blankly, “Well first Aida, I took the limo, and after that I walked in.”

 

“And here I thought we had security.” I mutter just loud enough for him, but no one else to hear me.

 

He smirks, “That’s not nice Misaki-chan! I’m here to congratulate you after all.”

 

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes, “It’s time for dinner anyways. Come on.”

 

 

The stench of alcohol is the first thing I notice when I step outside to the balcony. I almost stomp my foot, why is it so hard to get a second alone?! ‘Must be two love birds making out,’ I conjecture, noting that there were quite a few college students here.

 

All of them honor students of course, but that doesn’t mean they were all that innocent.

 

I’m about to turn back, when I hear it: “Aida-san?”

 

I freeze, and then slowly turn around, “Shinseki-san.”

 

He studies me for a moment and a half before going back to staring out to nowhere. I stand there for a moment, ready to shrink away. Just as I think he’s forgotten about me, “Not a fan of parties I see.”

 

This catches me off guard; it’s almost a taboo to speak of not enjoying social gatherings like this. “I…”

 

There’s a pause, before he turns around and smirks at me. I think I’m gaping, because that’s the most emotion I’ve seen from him all night. “It’s alright, I promise to not tell your father.”

 

Fine, he wants honesty? Cocky a*s. “I hate them. They’re a complete waste of time and money. I mean theirs so much I could be doing right now!” I reply without hesitation.

 

I think that’s scared him off, but then I see his shoulders shaking. Oh dear god, don’t tell me he’s having a seizure! I practically run over to him and I’m about to grab his arm when I realize. He’s not dying, he’s laughing.

 

I blink, taken a back. “Well Aida-san, you really are nothing like you’re father,” He says, throwing his head back.

 

“Um, duh,” the words slip out before I can stop them.

 

He stops for a moment, his expression serious, “Rude aren't you? I am a friend of your father’s after all.”

 

Alright, now he’s just starting to piss me off. “Listen dude, it’s not like I give a rats a*s if you’re my dad’s partner or not. This is my party, so either put up with it or leave.”

 

I expect him to start screaming, maybe even throw his glass to the floor, storm off. Instead he pauses for a moment and then smiles. “Hmm, you pass.”

 

Now it’s my turn to stop, “Pass?”

 

He starts turning around, walking back inside. “Now I’m really sure Aida. You’re nothing like your dad,” he says his back still turned to me.

 

I stand their still confused, and the words slip out unconsciously, “Um, duh.”

 

What a weird guy…

 

 

A/N: Well, this is my brand new story. Which I totally wasn’t sure about! It’s different from what I’m use to I guess.

 

I hope you like it dear reader.

 

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