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fushigidane - Wow you're the first to guess Aika. Bingo!
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Sora-chan - Gomen! For not updating fast. And thanks for the reminder
TanaKame supporter huh. No love for TanaShige?
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astro18 - I'm glad you find the ending creepy. I was hoping someone would
Team Eri? Why not Sayu? Why not many supporters for the cute (hawt) bunny? Cause Reina might end up with Sayu, ya know.
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reikoshi - Hi there! Another Team Eri haha. Thank you for reading and commenting
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(just wanna use that lol)
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Sancho - Thank you! Your comment made me so happy
Junjun will jump in for sure
In fact she will make her move next chapter (if I'm disciplined enough to write). I'm so glad you can visualise the ending. Was afraid nobody understood my gibberish language.
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C - Ah YajiSuzu. I had plans for them to support the gorokkies but maybe they'll end up as background characters. Maybe. But at least I have fellow TanaShige supporter here
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kano-chan - Thank you for reading & commenting
Glad you noticed that Aichan is not as oblivious as she seems. And yes, she's aware of Sayu's feeling. Maybe she's a fellow TanaKame shipper as well?
A/N: I wanted to discontinue this boring story due to me losing interest in TakaGaki & other things. But I felt like writing again while I was backpacking recently (blame Japan & coldness), so I'll try. If anyone is still reading or even remember this
Maybe I'll just break TakaGaki up just for the fun of it Warning: Very boring chapter for this boring story ahead. Blame boredom at work.
Chapter 15.5Carousels, in the sky, that we shape with our eyes………
The colourful and merry lights lining the streets below did nothing to distract the solemn thoughts. The man shifted his attention to his own reflection in the glass window. Perhaps it was his fierce eyes. Or perhaps the way his thin lips perpetually curved down from lack of smile. Or perhaps it was his don’t-mess-with-me attitude. Whatever it was, people tend to toe carefully around him. The streaks of white hair further accentuate the authority and mystery that he was known for. Nonetheless, the power he held attracted people to him like bees to honey. But no, he never had friends. Never trusted anyone. Anyone except his family.
Reina. She had those same fierce eyes as him. But of course, she was his princess. The princess of the Tanaka family. She was his pride and joy. However, that was the exact reason why it hurt him so much when she did what she did. It hurt him so bad that he unintentionally pushed her away, causing his princess to go through the pain alone. What was worse was that his actions had unknowingly forced his wife to stay away from his daughter for fear of antagonising him further.
When she left, the pride in him could not find it in him to stop her from running away. How do you pull the daughter you have locked away back into your arms? How do you run to her side when she woke up every night from the very nightmare you have caused?
The night Reina ran away from home, he was standing at this very spot looking out of the window. He was aware of Reina’s plan but chose to remain ignorant. Perhaps Tokyo would be a better place for Reina to heal. In time when all wounds are forgotten, his princess will return into his arms. The one thing he could do as a father was to contact the university Reina applied to and offered donations, on the condition that Reina was informed that she had secured a ‘scholarship’ for her studies. It was not the responsible way, but it was the best way he could came up with given the situation.
He extracted the photographs from the brown envelope that Aika had given him. It hit him hard just how much he miss his little girl. But she was different in these photographs. The past year has matured her and this was evident in her face.
‘My little girl has grown up,’ he let out a deep sigh as he turned and sat on his high chair. Though not obvious, signs of fatigue and stress were showing on the features of the otherwise sturdy man in his forties.
Leaning back on his chair, he contemplated the next course of action. Finally decided, he picked up the line to his personal secretary,
“Ishikawa-san, please contact my lawyers. And call Mitsui-san in.”
………In the moment it takes to make plans or mistakes
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