School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Chapter 60 – Waza Teiyoku – Part 1



Is there a reason for hatred, and anger, when all that a person has been surrounded with is love? Is there a reason that they have everything and still choose to throw it away? Yes, and no. Once upon a time teachers and counselors blamed everything on the parents. The parent was not good enough, the parent did not know how to raise a child, the parent, the parent, the parent. Was Shai a bad mother, when in comparison Fuji and excellent mother? Shai had done nothing but love her children and give them attention and listen. Fuji was nothing but gone, and the one child she had of her own blood was sweet, and though less than innocent now, innocent enough. Shai’s children were breaking every rule and full of hatred. Yuki’s children as well. Were they bad parents?



Peer pressure is the answer to the question. Parents have a deciding factor in the personality, but there comes a certain point when the parent has lost control, depending on how strong the mind of the child is. At that point it becomes the peers’ responsibility to raise the child. Teenagers raise themselves together. They may be dependent on their parents, but now their personality grows because of whom they are around and the circumstances that are thrown at them.

No wonder these teenagers were turning out so messed up, they all had Waza as a friend, and as the strongest mind of the bunch, they never had realized it was happening…



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“Let me introduce to you my son,” Noriko said proudly to the newspaper photographers, the journalists, and the businessmen and women who had joined her on the little platform for the small press conference. “Waza Teiyoku has finished school early, passing with one special test, and is now going to help me lead this company back to the golden days of just twenty years ago.” A deliberate stab at her daughter, who had taken over less than twenty years ago. Noriko had only thought it mediocre under her daughters care, who consequently had made more money than Noriko ever had. “My daughter and her husband will quietly rescind their ownership and become silent partners in everything from here on out. Waza will be making all of the decisions.”



Fuji tried not to blanch at the cameras, Amatsu continued to smile. It was Hell to watch Fuji’s younger brother taking over for them.



Quietly Rhapsody and Ashe stood by Waza’s side, all eyes on Ashe. This only agitated Waza. A beautiful man such as Waza still paled in comparison to the rugged handsomeness of a man who had spent almost a year on the streets away from life and family. The two of them looked beautiful standing next to one another and Waza hated them both for it. He wanted to separate them, to make sure they could not enjoy that happiness, just as he had done to Yuna and Frost. He was determined to make everyone who was competition to him in any way miserable. He had done well, ruining the lives of said girlfriend and a teacher, along with Darrke, Harmony, Shu, and Sora. Sora had wizened up, however, but he was now gone to the military, would he really ever return?



Noriko talked continuously, as she loved to do, rubbing it in to her daughter and son-in-law that they were not good enough, but her precious son, the delinquent she refused to see the sins of, was better than them all. The only reason the Inperiaru family was even invited was for this very purpose.



It took her entirely too long to finally introduce her son, who stepped away from his niece and nephew and up to the podium. His speech was odious, so sickeningly sweet and pleasurable and exactly what the reporters and businessmen wanted to hear, that the author has decided not to fill the readers’ minds with his illogical words. He was a manipulator, he was born from two of them, how could he be anything but?



At the end of his little speech everyone in the audience applauded thunderous rounds and the Inperiaru and Chenbaro-Teiyoku clan exited the room so they could all stare at one another. No one wanted to break the silence first; no one wanted to start the yelling, the accusations, the false niceties none of them were very good at.



“Well, have a nice day Grandma,” Ashe said, turning to Noriko and smiling.



Noriko let out a very unpleasant snort and looked to her ‘grandson’. “‘Grandma’, he says,” she mocked. “As if this ungrateful whelp has ever treated me as anything but a burden to him. You, my dear, are nothing but a burden to your parents. You should have had the good sense to stay dead.”



“Mom,” Fuji warned, standing up a little straighter and stopping her mother in her tracks as they walked to the doors that would lead to the limos to take them home. “That is uncalled for.”



“I am merely speaking my mind,” Noriko pointed out. “Ashe was given all of the wonderful things someone could ask for in life, including a good home. He saw what life was really like out on the streets, and still he looks to you two and me and my son with contempt. I won’t have it. If this is his attitude then I want him nowhere around me.”



Fuji opened her mouth to snap, but Ashe’s hand on her shoulder kept her quiet. He shook his head and whispered, “It is fine.” Fuji looked to him questioningly but he gave her a bright smile that spoke volumes. One thing Fuji was always willing to do was pick a fight with her mother, no matter whom she was fighting for, or against. This time it came off as motherly love and for a second Ashe’s heart began to feel something again. Only for a moment.



“Well, at least he’s smart,” Noriko said, unable to keep her nose out of other people’s business. “He could not possibly have inherited that from his real parents.”



“You know, Mother, the more and more you talk about his real parents the more I wonder how you know any of this,” Fuji snapped. “According to Devilin, he acted alone.”



“Of course he did,” Noriko laughed, “but how do you think he came up with the money to bribe the doctors? He did not have it lying around; I control and still do, all of his assets.”



“You knew?” Fuji’s face was red with anger.



“Come on kids, out to the limo.” Amatsu put his hands at the backs of Rhapsody and Ashe and slowly began pushing them away.



“Of course I knew,” Noriko laughed. “Everyone seemed to know but you, dear. Even Waza knew.”



This, of course, was not a part of Waza’s plans. He was not supposed to be implemented in knowing that his ‘nephew’ was really a fake. He had had that much at least going for him. Now Ashe and Rhapsody stopped walking, which nearly tripped their father. The two siblings turned around and watched their uncle who looked like a trapped rat. Ashe stepped away from his father and up to the smaller boy, his fist already raised.



CLUNK!



SMACK!



It was a bad time for the doors to open to a few of the spare reporters to come out the back entrance. Fuji was standing in front of her mother, her hand stinging from having lashed out. Ashe had Waza trapped on the ground and he was pummeling the young man quite soundly until he heard the doors come open. Now Waza lay on the ground, bloodied by his own mistakes, and Ashe’s fists.



Cameras shot up and began taking pictures of the mess and Fuji and Amatsu were quickly forcing Ashe off of his uncle, rushing their children to the limousine that awaited them and in while three reporters chased them asking questions. Rhapsody and Ashe looked out the window, to the reporters snapping pictures, and all either could do was smile.