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The Y Generations of World Domination: Sum |
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“Hime!”
“Hm?”
“Can you help me with this problem? It’s really hard! I don‘t get it…”
“Oh, let me see,” the girl took the notebook from her classmate’s hand. “Oh, I get it. You see the…”
“Wow, there she goes,” James said, leaning his head on his hand. He stared across the room at the two girls going over the equation. One seemed to be listening while the other was explaining and the listener seemed to be comprehending quite well.
Lenny sighed. “Again.”
“What is this, the fifth time today? And it doesn‘t seem like Hime cares at all! Everyone is using her and taking advantage of her kindness!”
“Sheesh, calm down Zak, it’s not the end of the world if she’s popular,” I said, “and nice…”
“And smart,” James added.
“And rich,” Lenny pointed out.
“And freaking hot!” Zak made a face. “Not to mention she’s the only daughter to one of the most successful business women in the country and to the leading scientist in the world, granddaughter to the prime minister and his highly fashionable wife, niece to the engineering geniuses of our time, cousin to this school’s head master and to several others who watch over prestigious colleges, sister to a high-quality restaurant owner, a successful lawyer, a high-class doctor who accepts only the best of the best, a best-selling authoress, aunt to several sports prodigies-”
I groaned. “Zak, shut up! We know she’s super powerful and her family is all that and stuff, but what’s the use of day-dreaming when she never looks our way-”
“And did I mention her little brother is one of the up-and-coming designers of our generation?! Or that her little sister is a model actress?! Dude, if I could even TOUCH the type of luck that family has, I‘d be set of life!”
“Never mind.”
“Skylar, don’t even bother. You know he’ll never stop once he’s gone.”
I groan again and lean back. Zak continued to rant as I looked over Hime’s way. She had just finished explaining and the girl who had asked her a question was smiling and showing her friends - “Oh my God, you guys, she’s so nice! Look, I totally get it now…” - while the long-haired Hime looked my way when she noticed me staring at her.
My face went red and I looked away only to see her wave at me. I moved my wrist a little to signify a tiny hello. She just smiled, her black eyes shining.
I blushed - Damn, she‘s cute… - and turned only to see a pair of eyes staring me down.
“Skylar, DID HIME JUST WAVE AT YOU?!”
“Shut up, Zak.”
“SHE DID, DIDN’T SHE?” Zak’s face fell. “Why you?”
“Well, his dad is a pretty well-to-do… “business man,”” Lenny snickered. “Maybe she knows that and wants to make a good connection to our little Skylar…”
“WHAT?! No! Hime would never do anything so underhanded! She’s just nice because SOMEONE just had to look her way! She was being polite!”
James rolled his eyes. “And whose fault is that for not shutting up?”
Zak glared. “Shut up, James. Besides, why would Hime want to talk to the son of a gang leader? Her entire family is made of money that was well earned.”
I sent a harsh glare towards him. “Hey, back off. I didn’t choose to be a Demon and you know that.”
“Yeah, yeah, we know.” Lenny stood up straight and began to copy my voice. “‘I hate my dad for getting me into this s**t, I don’t want to be a gangster, I’m going to college and I’m going to be a real businessman!’ We get it.”
“We just don’t see why.” James looked at him. “Dude, you have it great! Your dad is just dealing now, he’s in no risk of being killed with all those gangsters guarding him. They’ll die before he does! And your mom really cool with all those swords.”
“SHE’S HOT.”
“Not to mention your parents trained you. You could kick some major a** if you wanted.”
“Whatever. It’s not that great when you don’t want it.”
“Gong Zhu, are you ready to depart?”
The long-haired girl didn‘t respond.
“Gong Zhu?”
“Huh? Oh, yes. I apologize; I’m… not used to being called that anymore.”
“It is only fate. I have not taken care of you in years ever since your father switched the servants.”
“Very true. I am sorry, my Chinese is a bit… strange.”
“Not at all, Gong Zhu. Please, your father expects you home soon.”
“Of course. Thank you, Jun.”
“Of course, my lady.”
“Wow, I didn’t know Hime spoke Chinese! And didn’t she have a different driver yesterday?”
“Yeah, but that one was speaking Japanese!”
“And before that, when we were in middle school, she had one that was speaking Korean!”
“Dang~! Just how many Asian cultures is Hime‘s family?”
“A lot.”
After school, I decided to walk home.
I glanced at my school sign, “Downry Academy for the Well and Gifted,” and I rolled my eyes. Who comes up with names like that? They had to be stupid if they didn’t see the acronym.
My dad is a gang leader. Sure there’s no threat to him now that he took over the city and now that he orders people to kill whoever tries to tattle or leave. He’s getting older so he’s not doing any of the drives by or anything but… he expects me to join him.
I’m not that type of guy.
“Hey, DAWG!”
“You going home, puppy dawg?”
“Why don’t the puppy dawg come play with the big boys?”
I turned to see a group of three black males across the street. They were wearing black and red - the Demon’s colors. I relaxed slightly. Puppy dawg was one of the many nicknames local gang members give to the students of Downry Academy. I’ve heard worse.
“Sorry, this dawg is going home.”
“Aw, c’mon puppy dawg! We don’t bite! Hey, don’t ignore us!” the three males crossed the street and began following me. I could feel the leader getting mad. I mentally grimaced. This could get ugly if I don’t pull IT out… “Hey! I said don‘t ignore-”
“Who?” before the three could blink, I had extracted a gun from my uniform’s pants and had placed at it point blank range.
“Hey, hey, dawg, dawg! Put that gun away, we mean no harm!”
I slowly put the gun back in my pants. “…whatever. Next time, listen to your superiors at your meetings. If you three had gone last time, you’d know who I was.” Dumb asses.
I began to walk away again.
“What? No one talks to us like that!” One of the boys had pulled out a knife and I heard it.
God, these guys are amateurs! Why does dad bother hiring them?
And like I had before, I grabbed out a weapon and aimed right in between my attacker’s eyes. This time, it was Mom’s Christmas present: a large dagger.
The attacker stopped and he barked, “Who the hell are you?”
“Skylar Uy. Your boss’s son, dumbasses.”
The threesome froze, finally realizing just how much I looked like their boss, Samson Uy, probably. I don’t recognize them from the last meeting I went to, so they obviously didn’t attend.
“Oh, s**t. Hey, dude, could you do us a favor…?”
“Depends on the favor. Your friend here just tried to attack me with a knife.”
“Gerald, get the ******** away from him!”
The boy holding the knife immediately backed off. I faced them again.
“Look, in exchange for maybe… us protecting you after school from others, you not… ya know, mention this to your pops?”
I stared blankly at them. “It hadn’t crossed my mind. Even if you hadn’t said a thing, I wouldn’t have said anything to my old man. And I don’t need protection, or maybe you want proof?” they shook their heads. “Hm. Fine. But you don’t have to come running.
“Oh… and be careful. Even if I don’t say anything to my dad, he knows how to find things out other ways. Watch your backs.”
I walked away.
This is what I hated the most about being my father’s son: not only did I know how to use weapons and kill people, my own name is just as dangerous if not more in this town.
“SKYLAR, MY SON, YOU‘RE HOOOOOOOME!”
Oh God.
“Dad. Let go of me.”
“Ahh, but you never give your daddy a hug anymore!”
“I don’t care. Let go.”
“Where did your mother and I go wrong?”
“You didn’t. Anyway, I’m going to my room. I have homework.”
“Oh, no you don‘t. You, your mother, and I are going to a city dinner.”
I stopped on my way up the stairs. I glanced at my father. “What?”
“You heard me. Now get your a** ready, we leave in three hours, my lovely son.”
“Welcome home-”
“-Gong Zhu.”
“-Hime-sama.”
“-Goong Joo.”
“-Chaoying.”
“-Cong Chua.”
“Please come in!”
Hime blinked. She was used to grand welcomes, but she was usually greeted in English. It was then she realized her father was standing beyond all the servants.
“Daddy…?”
“HIME~~~!”
“Oof!”
“WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME HOME, MY DEAREST DAUGHTER!”
“Da - Da - Daddy…”
“Daddy is sorry to tell you so late, but you’ll be coming with your mother and I to a city dinner!”
“B-But… I have vocal lessons tonight-”
“Nope! I cancelled for you. Now go get ready; your bath has been cooling down for about five minutes! Your sister will be joining us, and you know how she is, so chop chop, darling!”
“What? Onni is coming? I haven’t seen her in years-”
“Chaoying, please hurry, your bath is getting cold!”
“…I’m WHAT?”
“You’re engaged, my beloved son! Aren’t you happy? And she’s a looker too, not like your mother mind you, but she’s most definitely a cutie and-”
“I don’t wanna get married! Let me out, I’m not doing this s**t.”
My dad glared at me. I inwardly flinched - my dad almost never glares at me and his glare only gets scarier the older and crankier he gets. After snapping his fingers, the doors of the Suburban locked and I had no way to get out. I scowled.
“Skylar. For the sake of the gang, I’m ordering you to do this. The family you’re going to be married into is huge - internationally huge, no! GLOBAL huge. You have to do this.”
I don’t answer him. I slump into the plush seats of the car, staring out the window and I ask him in my head, Are you telling me this as a gang leader or as my father?
I snickered. The answer is always obvious.
“Samson…”
“Stella, please You know we need this.”
Usually my mom would side with me on subjects like this, but this time was different apparently. She never did approve of Dad’s antics, but she always supported him like she supports me. When the livelihood of her family is at stake she becomes a monster though - thus her notorious abilities with swords that she passed on to me.
Mom looked at me guiltily. “I’m sorry, Sky. I know you don’t want this because neither do I for you. But this will be a big stepping point for our family.”
Mom had always been the final decision when it came to me. I can deny my dad as long as she says it’s okay. But when she says to do something…
“Yes, Mother.”
“Engaged?”
“Yes, Princess.”
“To whom, Daddy? Why?” Hime asked, her desperation slowly seeping through her pleasant mask.
The suit-clad man smiled, knowing the look all too well. “To a local gang leader’s only son. The family is of Filipino descent and he has very good connections to the gangs in that country. And we need as much support as we can get.”
Hime looked down. This wasn’t unusual for her family: her sisters and brothers got married off the same way. For connections. For power.
Her older sister, the one who was sitting next to her, married into an Italian mafia family. Hime hadn’t seen her in quite some time but looking at her now, Hime could see how much it affected her. She was wearing all the latest Italian fashions and her jacket was laced with real fur. The onni she knew didn’t like real fur, yet she was wearing it.
Her other siblings were married to other nationalities, such as Japanese yakuza and some Taiwanese gang leaders with seats of power in their government. Why? Because her family had gorgeous faces, were rich, and had a strong hold on all of American’s Asian community’s economy. It was so strong, that despite the depression happening around her, her family stayed steady.
Sighing, Hime looked out the window of her family’s limo. She played with her dress’s matching blue bag.
I wonder what he‘s going to be like?
The town was decorated elaborately.
Looking around, I saw a lot of powerful families from the local area. Some were senators, others were just flat-out rich. Not too many normal families.
“C’mon Skylar. We have a seat close to the mayor. You know what to do.”
I didn’t turn to look at my father. “Make a good impression.”
“Good boy.”
As we began walking towards the building, several teens began making Demon hand signs at my father. He didn’t make any back, he just bared his teeth - a sign reserved for him, stating that he was the top Demon. Mom pulled me back a bit and whispered in my ear:
“Be careful, Sky. We’ll be sitting next to the girl you’ll be married to along with her family. Don’t do anything to disrespect them; their status is much higher than ours.”
I whisper back. “How much higher?” I mean, we’re pretty high up too.
“Try Asian-American royalty. With a single phone call, your betrothed’s father could put America as the target of several Asian nations within days.”
I blink. Wow, they must have gone to hell and back to get that status. I suddenly recalled Hime; the long-haired girl who was said to be rich as hell and several Asian nationalities. I looked around, but I didn’t see any hint of her family when we entered the town hall.
Dad led us towards the front of the room as well as the round table we were to sit at. As we got closer, I started to see glimpses of long hair and blue.
When Hime had found her labeled seat, she had sat down and began to doze off immediately. Why?
Because her mother immediately began one of her infamous, “before-we-meet-someone-we-really-need-to-impress” talks.
“Remember, Princess, Priscilla,” her mother, Mali, said softly, “You must never raise your voice above your husband’s when he speaks. You must also wait for your husband or husband-to-be to take the first bite when served and to wait until everyone is served to even begin eating when you‘re alone. Plan every move; do not act on impulse.
“Sit up, Princess. I know you‘re bored but don‘t ever look like it.” Hime straightened and continued to doze off. “And for heaven’s sake, Priscilla, take off your hat! It’s rude!”
“Yes, Mother.”
During the entire prep-talk, her father had not said a word. His sharp eyes stayed focused towards the entrance, looking at his watch every so often. Hime inwardly cowered. He was mad. According to her father, it’s rude to keep a person waiting when you’ve set a date and time. But her father was often late, so she supposed what he was really mad about was the fact that her fiancé was late when a man should, “always be waiting for the lady, not the other way around.”
Suddenly, her father’s “happy-to-see-you” face came on. He stood and opened his arms.
“Mr. Uy! You are here!”
Hime stood as her father did. As she followed her father’s line of sight, she saw a short, Filipino man whose arms were also open. Her taller father had to bend down when they hugged. When they took a step back from one another, the smaller man began apologizing.
“Mr. Liang! I apologize for being so late! There was traffic on Main St. and my driver couldn‘t get around it no matter what he tried!”
It was then Hime looked away from them and searched for her supposed fiance. Her eye was caught by a stunning and very beauitful woman who came up behind Mr. Uy and came to his side. When Mr. Uy looked to see who it was, his eyes brightened.
“Ah, yes, Stella! Mr. Liang, this is my wife, Stella. Stella, this is Mr. Liang.”
The woman smiled, her beauty multiplying by at least 100. She bowed - very gracefully, Hime added to herself - and said, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Liang.”
Her father smiled and he motioned for her, her sister, and her mother to stand as well. They did in one fluid motion.
“I am pleased to meet you as well. This is my wife, Mali, my second-to-eldest daughter, Priscilla, and my second-to-youngest daughter, Princess.”
Mr. Uy’s eyes smiled and bowed to each one of them. His eyes lingered a bit on Hime, who blushed. It was then he realized that someone else was behind him and he stepped aside.
“Skylar! Don’t stand behind me and expect me to introduce you! You’re a man now, introduce yourself!”
Skylar? Hime’s eyes widened. No, that’s impossible. Skylar couldn‘t have anything to do with-
Her legs went to jelly when a familiar and handsome face appeared. His hands in his dress pant’s pockets but still standing pin-straight, his hair flying all over the place despite looking like someone tried to comb it for him, was Skylar. Hime slapped herself mentally.
Hime, you idiot! Skylar‘s last name is Uy!
Little did Hime know, Skylar’s jaw almost dropped when he saw her. But she did see when he caught himself and he said while bowing with his hand out of his pockets, “Hello. My name is Skylar. Pleased to meet all of you.”
As I went down to bow, I let my composure slip for a moment.
[********, it really is Hime!
I rose, my composure back for the most part.
Mr. Liang - I wanted to kick my own a**. Hime’s last name was Liang and my dad had been blabbing about how ‘Mr. Liang’ would be so displeased with him and how ’Mr. Liang’ would certainly be mad and or something like that - clapped his hands softly.
“Well, now that we all know one another’s names, let us sit!”
My dad and Mr. Liang led the way and they sat down first. The women, including both mother’s and Hime’s sister (Priscilla?), and me sat down, ending with Hime. The seven-man table was filled with the father’s next to each other and eventaully circling around to the youngest (Hime and I).
My father was the first one to speak out. “So, Princess,” he looked at Hime, “your father tells me you’re an excellent musician. What is it that you play?”
Hime went red, but she answered clearly, “I play many things but I prefer the violin the most.”
“I see! Stella, my darling, didn’t you also play violin when you were her age?”
“Yes, love, I did. I was mediocre at best, unlike this young lady’s music; I have heard it multiple times. Quite frankly, the older you got, the more lovely your recital became! Many people tell me you‘ve won hundreds of awards!” Mom said.
I wanted to roll my eyes. Sure, she had heard of Hime’s music and so have I, but my mom was no pushover when she was at her best. She also has hundreds of awards.
“Why yes, she has,” Mr. Liang cut in, “but she also lost many in other categories, such as piano, cello, and the like.”
I gave the man a slightly annoyed look before Mom kicked my leg. I winced then returned my face to normal. I looked beside me and Hime was staring at her lap silently as her father continued to joke around.
Suddenly, Mr. Liang’s gaze landed on me.
“And Skylar, my boy! Your father has quite the empire set up for you! Do you think you can handle it?”
“Of course,” I answered.
“Hmm. Do you think you’ll eventually be able to handle the branches in the Filipines as well? Your father here says it’s a lot of work!”
“Without a doubt, sir.”
Liar. You hate every single part of that damned Demon gang.
Ever. Last. Inch.
“Hahaha, such confidence! I like that. You’ve raised a fine young man, Mr. Uy!”
“Oh, don’t say that, Mr. Liang! Look at your daughters! How polite and lovely they are! And ah, how could I forget the other children you’ve raised? Every single one of them - beautiful!” My dad kissed his fingertips for more effect. “You’ve done such a wonderful job with all seven of your children and I’ve barely made it with one!”
“Anything is possible with nannies, isn’t it?”
The two laughed.
Then the mayor came up to the table.
“Ah! Why isn’t it the Liang’s and the Uy’s! I hope you’ll enjoy tonight’s feast, I know I will!” the mayor rubbed his round mid-section. “I hope to have a chat with you and your families sometime. All righty then! Carry on! Oh! They‘re serving caviar! My favorite!” the mayor then proceeded to scurry to his table after giving a very formal - yet very informal - intro to why they were having this dinner.
To cut things short, it was to celebrate the fact that every single one of the people there were rich.
Sometime during the eating, the subject of marriage came up.
“So, Princess, Skylar,” Priscilla, who was drunk from the wine, said, “you two are getting hitched.”
“That is what I was told,” Hime went red.
Skylar coughed lightly. “C-Correct.”
“Do you two know why?”
“Priscilla! You will not say another word!”
Priscilla rolled her eyes. “Dad, you have no right to order me around anymore. I don’t live at home anymore and I have a husband who already does that,” she looked at her sister and grinned. “Don’t worry em gai, you’ll be able to do this when you’re married to Mr. Pinoy over here.”
“Onni!”
“What? It’s true! Right Dad?”
“Priscilla…”
“Anyway, the only reason why you two are getting together is because-”
“Priscilla! Listen to your father!”
“-the next generation in our family-”
“Priscilla!”
“-will have connections to every major gang-”
“Illa!”
“-in the world. We will become just a powerful as any continent in the world.”
All was silent at the table.
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Note: Hime’s real name is Princess. It’s just her servant’s language has been switched so often, she stuck with the simplest name: Hime. Gong Zhu, Chaoying, etc. means “princess”.
Skylar is an average kid at Downry Academy for the Well and Gifted (DAWG for short):
1) he’s well,
2) he’s gifted,
And 3) he’s loaded.
Both with lead and with money. And power. Mustn’t forget the power.
But he’s only powerful in his town, unlike his new fiancee, Princess. Her family is powerful on a global scale.
Just a simple story an engaged teenage couple and how much they are affected by their corrupt parents.
 Ukeire · Sun Jan 10, 2010 @ 07:49am · 0 Comments |
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