Nakiri

The double doors to Senzaemon's office swung open and Azami guided Ahma inside.

In the centre of the room stood a desk behind which sat an old man with long grey hair and beard.

The glare he sent Azami's way could have bored a hole through the younger man.

"Azami, how dare you!"

Stepping forward the black haired man placed himself between Ahma and his father-in-law.

"I have done nothing wrong Senzaemon-san.

Ahma-chan was conceived before my marriage to Mana."

The old man's eyes narrowed to slits and he gazed down at his step-granddaughter.

"How old are you, girl."

Grabbing hold of her father's trousers, Ahma nervously gazed up at Senzaemon, "Four."

He nodded, "And when's your birthday?"

"The 25th of May."

He nodded again, and turning to Azami, narrowed his eyes, "Alright Azami, I accept your explanation.

From now on Ahma Tsukasa, will be a member of the Nakiri family and will subsequently be renamed Ahma Nakiri."

Azami bowed in appreciation, "Thank you Senzaemon-san."

He then turned around and was about to leave but just as he had passed the doorway Senzaemon called out to him.

"Azami-san, I just want you to know that this isn't for your sake, it's for the girl's."

The black haired man nodded and closed the door behind himself.

***

Throughout the next hour, Azami guided Ahma around the house showing her where everything was.

Ahma gasped when her father showed her the massive kitchen the Nakiri Mansion had.

It was way bigger than the one at Tsukasa manor and she really hoped that her father would allow her to cook in it.

The tour concluded when they reached a pair of double doors leading behind which the dining room lay.

Crouching down in front of her, Ahma's father straightened out the blue summer dress she was wearing.

"Now behave yourself, behind this door almost all members of the Nakiri household will be waiting, so it's better to make a good impression."

Ahma nodded seriously, and standing up Azami opened the doors.

Walking inside, Ahma inspected the table's occupants.

Firstly there was Senzaemon, who sat at the head of the table.

At his right side sat a man Ahma hadn't seen before, he was tall and muscular with thick eyebrows under which a pair of glasses sat.

Next to him sat Leonora with her daughter Alice by her side.

Now on the left side of Senzaemon was a free seat and next to that sat Erina.

Seeing her father seat himself next to Senzaemon, Ahma decided to sit next to Erina since it seemed the most logical place.

Climbing up onto the chair she looked over at her taller yet younger sister, "Hello."

Erina smiled at her, "Hey," she then lent closer, "What happened?"

Glancing over at her grandfather, Ahma moved closer to her sister, "Grandfather said I'm a Nakiri now."

Erina grinned and hugged her sister tightly, "I'm so happy for you."

A cough resounded from the head of the table and looking up Ahma saw Senzaemon looking at them.

She blushed slightly and looked away embarrassed.

Senzaemon sighed and stood up, gesturing towards Ahma, "Everybody I would like to introduce to you the newest member of our family, Ahma Nakiri."

The man sitting next to the old man scowled, "Who is she?"

Clearing his throat, Senzaemon sat back down, "She's Azami's eldest daughter conceived before his marriage to Mana."

The man's scowl lightened a bit but he still didn't look fully convinced.

***

Dinner was soon finished and, excusing himself, Azami brought both his daughters to their rooms.

The first room they went to was Erina's and as soon as Azami had tucked her into bed he guided Ahma to her room which was right next door.

Opening the door she entered and her eyes widened, it was way bigger than her old one, with a beautiful oak design similar to the rest of the mansion.

Guiding her over to her bed Azami helped his daughter into it and having done so bent down and kissed her goodnight.

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I had a horrible day today and won't be uploading a normal chapter.