"Where do you think you're going, Sanosuke?" A silent yet menacing voice resonated from the living room. His step on the marble floor didn't stop abruptly, rather he took another two languid step before completely came to a halt. He stood there, silently, amber eyes tracing the abstract pattern on the floor, waiting for his old man to speak. But when he didn't, he resumed his pace towards the front door.

"DON'T LET ME REPEAT MYSELF, SANOSUKE."

"I thought you've already clear about it." He spoke calmly, slowly turning to face his father, sitting on the black, luxurious couch. "I'm not interested in inheriting whatever Harada Group you've suggested. Nor I want to attend the next shareholders' meeting this weekend." He spoke firmly, where Seimei Harada spun to his direction in response, chest heaving heavily.

He resumed, "I'm no longer a child, Father. I will decide what I want to do with my future-"

"By being a high school teacher?!" Seimei snapped, where Sano lifted his eyes to him, surprised. Upon seeing his response, he continued, "You think I don't know what you've been doing in the past two years? What will you gain by being a teacher? The years you've been spending abroad studying laws is not for you to teach a bunch of kids but to take after the company!"

"If that's how you see things then I must disagree." He prompted, "Being an educator also educates me the reality of the life rather than involving myself into the dirty business you've been-"

Slap!

Sano froze, head tilted to the right.

Seimei gritted his teeth to restrain another blow. "You ungrateful child," He hissed, the old wrinkled hand slowly pulled back, breath ran unevenly. His face was red, rage was visible in those old eyes, "I don't remember raising such a rude son as you. You want to live on your own will? Fine. Starting today, don't ever show your face in this house again." Without giving a last glance, the old man with the cane walked towards his room, while one hand pressing to his chest, rubbing the sudden ache inside.

Sano stood there, watching cautiously for his father's wobbly steps until the huge, oak-carved door was shut closed. He sighed, running his hand in his red hair before noticing his mother standing at the top of the round stairs, looking at him with a pair of disappointed eyes.

He pulled away almost instantly, unable to meet his mother's searching eyes. Turning around, he quickly disappeared behind the heavy door and went straight to his car, starting the engine and sprinted off the Harada Residence.

The i-phone on the dashboard vibrated. One, two, no three times in a row. The speedometer slowly lowered to 0 as he slowly approached the red light. Pulling the handbrake, the car came to a complete halt just before he could cross the white line.

Picking his phone, he slide on the screen, only to saw three mails waiting for him to be read. He tapped on the first one.

From: H.A. Shinpachi
Message: Oi, Sano! Are you coming or what? The meeting already started. Oh and btw I just passed that ridiculously hard level of Candy Crush when Oni-Sensei presented his report. What a demon luck! Let's celebrate tonight! ( ￣▽￣)[] [](≧▽≦ )

He chuckled, imagining how Hijikata could flip the table when he know what exactly Shinpachi was doing throughout the meeting. He then tapped on the second one. A voicemail.

From: 03-XXXX XXXX
Message: Dear Sir, the medicine you ordered three days ago has arrived. Kindly visit Suzuki Pharmacy from between 9am to 5pm.

A medicine? Ah, it was Father's. Then he tapped on the last one.

From: Osanai
Message: It's finally weekend today. Are you going to the company today, Mr. President?

He looked at the last message a little bit longer. He don't feel like working today or going to the Academy for the monthly meeting, or going back to his apartment either. Then it only left him with one choice.

The woman with long black hair at the fifth counter flashed again in his head.

The pharmacy.

End of chapter 1
A/N: Hakuoki Sweet School Life. But I'd rather call it a Sweet Adult Life though. It sounds better for this story. Haha. Btw, in my opinion, instead of cramping around the school, I've decided to write about Sano's personal life, of how he decided to become a teacher out of all careers out there but in this story we'll see why he chose to be one instead of inheriting his Father's company. And this Osanai guy will be revealed later as to why he called him Mr. President.

Greetings from toshimi, everyone! I'm not sure if the story is good enough though so please tell me in the comments below :)
Cheers!