Chapter two

Chapter 2

Byakuya? He would never let anyone call him by his first name, not even me. Byakuya sighs. “Tenshi. The person I am ashamed to share blood with.” “Ashamed? At least I have a talent, unlike you!” I approach them both. “I don’t have time for your worthless bickering. What do you want?” He tells me with an ice-cold tone. “First of all, who is this?!” I gester to the person sitting next to him. “And why is he so small?” The mysterious being looks hurt. “Don’t be rude. He is Makoto Naegi, get your facts straight.” He stands up, making our inch height difference count. “How do I not know him? He called you by your first name, so you must be clo-” “He’s my husband.” He cuts me off. “What did you come here for?” I freeze in my tracks. “Husband?” “Yes, is it that unusual? You’ve had a girlfriend. Don’t know how, but you did.” He sneers. “No, its not that. You married this twig? He’s so short.” I look down on him. We are almost a good foot apart. Byakuya is taken aback. “So what? You aren’t even in a relationship. Now shut up and ask me whatever the hell you came here for.” He glares at me. “Ugh, fine. I cracked my cello again, and I need a new one.” I sigh in exasperation. “Again? I’m going to stop paying for your clumsy mistakes.” He smirks. “Shut up, it doesn’t make a dent in your fortune.” I sneer. “Of course it doesn’t.” He gesture Makoto to stand. “We can finish this later. I need to show this waste of space where her spare is, and then you should leave.” “O-Okay!” Makoto follows him out the door, leaving me behind.