Wah, haven't updated this in years. But I'm very happy to see that the fandom is alive. Though the amount of ToFuu fics staggers me, honesty. When the series first came out ToFuu was a rare/alt. pairing. Now it's the norm? XD

Really would of thought there'd be more RaiFuu though, as it is canon. But if not, well, guess I just have to write my own! Lol.

Fairytales
Summary: The Prince from another country may be a villain.

"Good morning sir." The secretary greeted as Raiha stepped up to him.

"Good Morning." Raiha chirped back.

"Your 10 o'clock appointment has arrived sir." The man held up a binder.

Raiha took the binder and the secretary indicated to the door on his right. Opening the cover the long haired executive saw the name of the one of the companies who had sent in the proposals he had told the corporate team to dispose of. He did not sigh, the business world was full of tedious, drawn out paperwork and negotiations; he had gotten quite used to them. Truly, he found the best way to deal with the annoying flies was to cut them off cold before they got any ideas of taking advantage. When Raiha looked up, his eyes were chilly. He nodded to the secretary, expressed his thanks, and turned towards the office where the CEO of the aforementioned company was waiting for him.

He pushed open to door to see a late middle-aged man in a business suit seated on the couch with a younger, early twenties, aloof young man who bore a resemblance.

"Ikazuchi-sama." The older man greeted, both men getting up from the couch.

Raiha nodded coolly. "Good morning." He left out the name, partly because he did not know it, and partly as a clear insult.

The older man's face tightened minutely, but unmistakable to Raiha's eyes. Raiha walked straight the wide mahogany desk and took a seat in the black leather chair, dropping the binder on the table softly. Leaning forward, elbows on the desk, fingers interlaced under his chin, he smiled. "You wanted to see me?" He asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Ikazuchi-sama," the senior repeated, "It was recently brought to my attention there were some discrepancies on the report that was sent to your management to review."

"Really." Raiha replied, expression unchanged, but did not elaborate.

"It has been discovered that one of our senior members has falsifying spenditure reports and misaligning costs. I am here to assure you that the problem has been found and dealt with." The CEO explained, "Unfortunately the report given to you is thus incorrect and invalid. I came to ask you, I am aware you a busy man, but if you would still be willing to accept another proposal from our company."

"The deadline for the accepting proposals for the project has already passed." Raiha said as he flipped to the back of the binder where a beige folder was tucked into the sleeve. He pulled it out to see the recent reports dated yesterday on the internal affair of the aforementioned company, it did seem like they had an embezzler in their midst that they removed, but the man had embezzled and moved around the internal stocks so much that the company was on the clear verge of bankruptcy in the next two months if they did not successful obtain a large contract by a wealthy company.

"This is my son and successor." The older man continued after a pause, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder - who stiffened at the contact. "He is studious and hard working. He has completed several noteworthy projects. He would be the one in charge of the proposed project if accepted."

Indeed, the dowser on the young man was quite impressive for his age. It would indeed be worth it to hear what he thought how the direction of the project should go. So that was the incentive the man was using to entice Raiha to give an extension on the deadline.

Though a smart young man, there were several other brilliant prodigies in the field who had submitted the proposals on time. There was also another discrepancy.

"I did not know he was your son." Raiha mentioned, flipping through the pages. "It was not mentioned before."

"Ah," the older man said, "Katoku is from my previous marriage," which might explain the tension between father and son. "Katoku uses my first wife's surname, and we do not like to bring up the connection in the company, in case rumours of favouritism arise."

Raiha flipped the page, and saw the report on the CEO's first marriage and Katoku's family.

"To be perfectly honest, a lot rests on the outcome of this proposal." The older man avoided speaking of the stark circumstances outright, trying to down play the urgency. "I would be willing to do all that's within my power to come to an understanding." He told the silent form of Raiha.

"Hiramatsu-san." The harsh light in the executive's gaze was pericing, "You have a daughter."

The intensity unnerved the older business man. "Akane-chan?" Hiramatsu asked, wondering what the issue was with his 8-year old daughter.

"No."

"Tusiki-chan?" Hiramatsu guessed, mentioning his step-child, his current wife's daughter from her previous marriage. Tusiki was a beautiful and fashionable girl, very close to the powerful executive's age.

Raiha's face was unresponsive to the inquiries. There was a flash of understanding in the light younger business man's eyes the same time Raiha bit out:

"Katoku's sister."

. : - : .

"No, Kirou. You can't just walk out of our lives then come back expecting us to fall in with your favours."

"Please Hana!" Kirou stressed a level voice, trying not to sound like he was begging but failing. "We're not doing anything bad or harmful. Ikazuchi-sama simply wants to meet her."

"And you brought your whole new family for that?" Hana scorned, scowling at the trophy wife and the two beautiful daughters seated opposite of her in her living room, by the side of her ex-husband Kiramatsu Kirou. It felt like he was throwing his happiness in her face. "You need to introduce them all to her too?"

Kirou shrunk back. He had brought Tusiki and Akane along just in case Ikazuchi-sama might want to meet them, or on the chance they could somehow gain his favour. But so far all Ikazuchi-sama and the associate he brought along, Hijuu-san, was standing by the far wall away from the bickering and ignoring the argument. All Kirou had done was aggravate his ex-wife by dropping in suddenly and bringing along the entourage to rub salt on her wounds. Ikazuchi-sama and Hijuu-san had barely registered Tuski, Akane, or his wife; keeping to their own console, unreceptive to conversation.

"Hana. Please. This is very important to the company." Hiramatsu said.

"Unfortunately that is true mother." Katoku spoke up quietly. "The company is in a very delicate situation right now, and we need these negotiations to pull through."

Hana tried to pull in her anger, but it didn't succeed. It wasn't really anger that fuelled her, but sadness, and she didn't want anyone to see it. Anger was much safer. She had her pride after all. "So you can come back asking for help whenever things go wrong? I don't remember that being part of the divorce agreement!"

From the side of the room the two business men stood alert to a vision outside of the window glass, then one of them slid through the shadows of the room with barely a whisper of sound.

"Mother." Katoku said softly, trying to comfort and calm her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You left us Kirou." Hana told him. "You didn't want us anymore, me or the kids. And now you suddenly changed your mind because your large and successful life isn't turning out to be as good as you though it'd be? It doesn't work that way! Katoku might have made his own decision to work in your company, but if you think I'm going to let you waltz in here and do what you want, manipulate my daughter for your own needs, you have another thing coming!"

No one except a half-grinning friend noticed Raiha slip out the front door.

A teenage girl breathed in the cool air of late afternoon, face turned to the side, pausing on the sidewalk as she listened to the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves. It was a nice day, sunny skies and a light breeze in the air. She was returning from a visit to her friends, still in a complacent mood brought about by the lingering ordinary happiness of being able to hang out with her friends in normal, every day activities. The wind blew the locks of her hair in front of her as she turned, obscuring her vision. She reached up to brushed it aside and the half-smile of content drained from her face to be replaced by an expression of shock.

He stood quietly in front of her, a bit taller, leaner, and a few years older. His hair was just as long as always, tied back in the same style, eyes still as deep and dark the last time she had seem him. Hands jammed into the pockets of his dress slacks, the back jacket and dress shirt were so out of place to the him in her memory.

"Fuuko-san."

. : there exists a maiden : .