Bridge

The One That Got Away

"So what is that you want to talk about, Yoshio?" Cleopatra asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

Yoshio placed his fork down and spared a glance to his son, "I want to discuss about the unfinished business you and father had."

Cleopatra cocked a slender brow, and looking at her side where Clarrise sat, then going back to her plate, "What about it?" she forked her meat which creating a little noise on her plate.

Yoshio coughed behind his napkin, then wiping his mouth, "It's about time that we put an end to this feud of our companies, and as well to the both of us." he looked at Cleopatra with an intense gaze, "Arrange marriage, between Clarrise and Kyouya."

Clara started coughing, while Cleopatra only stared at the older Ootori with her intensifying glare.

Kyouya handed a glass of water to Clara, "Here."

Clara grabbed the glass from Kyouya, "T-thank you."

While she drinks her water, Kyouya smiled warmly at her. Cleopatra, however, stood up, her narrowed eyes not leaving the older Ootori's gaze. She then grabbed her purse and yanked her grand daughter's arm.

"So you think your plan will work, huh Ootori?" she growled, emphasizing Yoshio's surname, "What happened before was done. And in fact, we can't change what happened in the past. I cannot risk my grand-daughter for this, my daughter had suffered enough. I won't let history repeats itself. Not anymore."

With that, Cleopatra and Clarrise left the two confused Ootori's. Kyouya looked at his father, it was odd for him to witness his father speechless. Yoshio would retort back to the person who raise their voice upon the older Ootori, however, at todays show. He was just staring.

Yoshio held his chin up like he always does, "Let's go home Kyouya."

Kyouya, with so many thoughts running in his mind, only nodded and followed his father towards the exit.

On their way to the hotel they have checked in, Clara noticed that her grandmother's still gripping her arm like there's no tomorrow. She laid a hand on top of Cleopatra's gripping hand. She gasped at the warm contact on her hand, the Madame sighed and slowly letting go her grand-daughter's arm.

"I'm sorry," her grand-mother muttered, shifting her gaze at the window.

Clara nodded at her grandmother, "Grandma?"

"Hm?"

"What do you mean by 'History repeats itself'?"

So I finally made it to the bridge. Thank you for those who reviewed last time and faved and followed. I'll see y'all next time.

Peace out.