3 Her Father

"Yukiko!"

Her father's delighted call woke Yukiko up. She blinked her eyes before she rubbed the sleep away. She sighed as she heard Kenji reason with her Otou-san, telling him that she had arrived very late the previous day.

"I don't care!" Hirayama Togai's voice sounded childish which was in total contrast to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh from outside Yukiko's door. "I want Yukiko out here now!"

Sighing, Yukiko stood from her futon, glancing down at her school uniform she hadn't bothered to change out of. Looking back at her wardrobe, which held a combination of Western and Eastern style clothes, she calculated at the speed of light whether she would have enough time to change into something different.

However, the increasing sounds of fighting from her door let her know that she didn't have the chance.

Getting irritated, Yukiko's temper flared as she yanked the door to her room open. "Otou-san, you baka!"

When she opened the door, Yukiko had an unobstructed view of what was happening outside. And something was happening indeed- her father was clenching the collar of one of his members, his fist high in the air and ready to fly out with the strength of a crazed bear. As if he really were a bear, the man instinctively turned to face Yukiko once he heard the lock on her door turn, despite the fearful cries of his kubon[1].

"Yukiko-chan!" Delighted, Togai let go of his poor member and the man fell down on his ass. Without sparing that member a second glance, Togai moved toward his daughter with his arms outstretched.

Dodging the old man, Yukiko reflexively punched him in his solar plexus. Her father immediately bent down, holding his stomach with both of his hands.

Despite the pain, Togai still smiled at his beautiful daughter. "It's good to see you too, Yukiko-chan."

"Hmph, Otou-san is as overbearing as ever."

"Of course!" Togai turned to look at Kenji, his eyes sparking with a mischievous light. "Did you get everything ready, Kenji?"

"Of course, Kumicho," Kenji respectfully said, bowing his head to the boss.

"Ready for what, Otou-san?" Yukiko glared at her father with distrust. It hadn't been the first- nor would it be the last time, she was sure- that her father planned something 'fun' for her to do.

The last time, she had to survive six days in the Amazon rain forest, on her own, with no supplies or change of clothes. Let's just say she was not a happy camper.

When she finally left the forest behind and with her temper completely ablaze, she thought up the perfect revenge: silence. The man broke down a month after she stopped speaking to him. Hopefully, he learned from this, but Yukiko had the sinking feeling that the man didn't spend brain cells on anything that wasn't fighting or loving his family, including the 'love' (AKA tough love) that he spared for his kobun.

Sighing, Yukiko looked up at her father. "So, Otou-san?"

"Un[2]?" The mischief from his eyes spread to his smile as he carefully regarded his 16-year-old daughter before him. The sparkle grew before he began to laugh.

Deciding that it was worthless for her to continue interrogating her father, Yukiko turned to Kenji. Crossing her arms, she let the man feel the full force of her anger. "Ready. For. What. Kenji?"

Kenji shivered and was about to answer, however Togai quickly covered the older man's mouth with both of his hands. "I'm afraid not, hime-sama[3]," Togai sang. "Just go back in your room and wear that thing prepared for you in the bathroom."

"What thing?" Yukiko raised an eyebrow, her suspicious-meter getting closer and closer to the danger zone.

"Don't worry about it," Togai said dismissively. "Besides, I burned everything else."

"Otou-san!" About to give that old man of hers another whack in the solar plexus, she caught sight of Kenji's quick wink of his left eye. Thank goodness. Although she was indifferent... that didn't mean she didn't have things she cared about. Her Okaa-san for example... and her Chanel, Gucci, and Prada bags, shoes, and clothes.

If they weren't alright...

She would have killed her old man.

"Alright, Otou-san," Yukiko gently smiled. "I'll do as you've asked." Leaving one last gentle smile to her father, Yukiko quickly entered her room, closed the door, and locked it before she went to her bathroom.

Her father, on the other hand, was immediately flabbergasted at the sight. Turning to look at Kenji, he pointed at his daughter with his thumb, his mouth about to hit the floor. "What's up with her?"

Shaking his head, Kenji chose to keep his silence. If the Kumicho learned that his daughter cared more about her Chanel bags than him... Kenji shivered. He didn't want another "tough-love session".

The last one required everyone to rest for two years before they returned to their optimum condition.

...................

Before Yukiko went to the bathroom to bathe, she quickly checked her wardrobe. It was empty. "Fuck!" The old man hadn't been lying to her. The only other thing she had to wear was whatever was in the white garment bag hanging onto the bathroom door handle... or she could wear her school uniform.

And there was no way she was wearing her school uniform again.

It was wrinkly.

Sighing, Yukiko raked a hand through her hair before she entered the bathroom, making sure to take a long ass bath. An hour and a half later, Yukiko stood before her mirror, looking at the kimono and obi that was in the white garment bag.

Although the garment bag was white, the kimono[4] that Yukiko put on was black and the obi was a light green shade. What truly made her gasp was the design on the kimono- sakura[5] of varying sizes delicately garnished the robe, starting from the hem of the left side of her kimono and reaching up towards her right shoulder. The pale pink and sometimes dark red color of the sakura was eye-catching and popped out due to the deep black color.

Even on her obi there was a vertical pattern of small pink and black flowers.

But what surprised Yukiko the most was that the blue of her eyes were heightened by her outfit, despite the pink being completely at odds with her icy eyes.

She was completely mesmerized.

What did her father want to do?

Narrowing her eyes, Yukiko grew silent in thought. The old man was unpredictable, but if she had to guess... she was probably going to an event with another Yakuza syndicate.

What it was for, however, she had no idea.

The last time she visited another syndicate was two years ago, and that was because her father had no other choice but to bring her along.

She had almost died from an assassination attempt, after all.