Takemichi POV
After the absolute mind-blowing revelation that Yaz and I were living in a full-fledged mansion, everyone finally started settling in—well, except Mikey, who was still processing the betrayal of me not telling him I was secretly rich.
“Takamitchy, you owe me a lifetime supply of melon pan for this.”
“You’re acting like I hid a whole country from you,” I muttered, sipping on the fresh buko juice our staff had served.
We were lounging in the garden, a wide, open space with white gazebos, lush greenery, and—because of course—a freaking fountain in the middle. Baji and Chifuyu were stretched out on the grass, probably still overwhelmed from our five-star life upgrade.
Draken sat with his arms crossed, eyes scanning the property like he was mentally calculating the real estate value.
Then, just as I was about to doze off under the warm afternoon sun, the front gates opened.
A man walked in.
No, not just a man—someone who made the entire atmosphere shift in an instant.
He was tall, his silver hair catching the light, and his violet eyes sharp enough to slice through steel. His entire aura screamed power, the kind that demanded attention without saying a single word.
The second Mikey saw him, he froze.
I heard Baji suck in a breath. Chifuyu sat up so fast he almost dislocated his neck. Even Draken’s usual calm and collected expression cracked slightly.
“Who the hell is that?” I whispered to Yaz.
She looked equally confused. “I—no clue. But if he got past security, that means he’s... family?”
Mikey stood up slowly, his face unreadable.
The man’s gaze locked onto us, and for a second, I felt something... off. Like a strange familiarity I couldn’t place.
Then, he smirked.
“So, this is the infamous Takemichi.” His voice was smooth, but laced with amusement.
“Uh… yeah?” I blinked.
“And you must be Yaz,” he added, turning to my cousin.
She hesitated before nodding.
The guy let out a small chuckle. “Huh. Interesting.”
I exchanged a look with my friends, but none of them were talking, which meant they knew something I didn’t.
Before I could ask, he casually walked past us, heading straight toward the mansion.
“Wait, where are you—”
“Inside, of course. My room should still be the same, right?”
“YOUR ROOM?!” Yaz and I yelled at the same time.
But he didn’t answer. He just waved lazily before disappearing inside like he owned the place.
Silence.
Then, Mikey muttered under his breath.
“What the f*ck is Izana doing here?”
Izana POV
The air was thick with tension the moment I stepped onto the estate grounds.
Even without looking, I felt their stares—a mix of confusion, shock, and, in Mikey’s case, suspicion. It was expected. No one knew I was here. No one knew I was back.
But this place… it hasn’t changed.
The grand entrance, the marble floors, the ridiculous gold-trimmed pillars—everything screamed wealth and privilege. The kind of life I never had.
“Wait, where are you—”
Takemichi’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned slightly, glancing at him and his cousin. My supposed 'family.'
They didn’t know.
Of course, they didn’t.
They weren’t supposed to.
But Yaz’s eyes held something familiar—curiosity. She was trying to figure me out, but she wouldn’t. Not yet.
I let out a lazy wave. “Inside, of course. My room should still be the same, right?”
That set them off.
“YOUR ROOM?!”
The way their voices shot up two octaves was almost amusing.
I didn’t bother answering. I just walked past them, heading inside as if I belonged here—because, technically, I did.
Maybe not by blood, but by fate.
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The grand double doors swung open behind me.
I expected another round of yelling from the group outside. Instead, familiar voices filled the room.
“Takemichi! Yaz! You’re finally home!”
The warmth in that voice was so foreign, so distant from what I knew, that it almost made me pause.
Almost.
Takemichi’s parents entered first, followed by their grandmother. Their presence shifted the air—less tension, more familiarity. The kind of presence that came with family.
Something I was never supposed to have.
But I did.
Because these people… took me in.
“Oh my, who’s this? A friend?” the grandmother asked, her gaze landing on me.
Takemichi, still reeling from the chaos, stammered. “Uh—well, he just—”
“Izana.”
The room went silent.
It was Takemichi’s father who spoke, his tone softer than I remembered. He still recognized me.
I turned to face him properly, unreadable as always.
“Welcome back,” he said simply.
There it was again.
That feeling.
That warmth.
And I hated that it made my chest feel too tight.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my gaze flicker to Takemichi and Yaz—clueless, unaware, standing in the middle of a storm they didn’t even know existed yet.
I smirked. “It’s been a while.”
To be continued…
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