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Wildflower
Love can be poison
Love painted in wealth, more so than normal.
It is a soft blade of the rich. Emotion tempered and prodded by politics. It gives a lovely name to an unlovely thing. Pretty words like engagement, fiancés, alliances, and inheritances gloss the truth of a breeding mare.
It is only years after the fact that Hikari thinks not all of Takashima's grandfather's meddling was done for Kei's benefit.
A girl like Hikari does not understand the pretty cages wealthy wives belong to. Not like Akira and Sakura; not like corporate daughters and docile heiresses.
It is only years later that Hikari thinks love cannot bridge all gaps because Hikari has always knows she is a wildflower—she has none of the ruthlessness of a rose or elegance of a greenhouse beauty. She finally sees the truth of her youth that she's never had to before.
Takashima Kei is terrifying but nevermore so that when his Japanese wife is placed in danger.
She loves him and finds she loves him too much to throw his life in disarray. She knows now that she has always been the only woman he's ever seen and because of that he doesn't know how to let her go.
Only she can do that.
Kei is love and life but those become pretty words when she is the only one whispering them in their bed.
There is a garden in their home, full and bright and she hates it because these are plants that do not talk back, do not laugh, and there is no comradice that belongs to roses.
In the end she is a wildflower, bright and rugged and never meant for a flowerbed.
It is not that she is unwelcomed or caged forcibly but she has come to understand the uncomfortable set of her mother's shoulders; the embarrassed shrug of her brother frame. There is incomprehension and incredulity in every set of eyes and not many can understand.
Takashima Kei is a name that is cunning and cold, efficient and simply the best. He is not someone anyone can touch but there are plenty that twist with the desire. And Takashima Kei burns brightly for only one desire—his silly Japanese girl.
The fact does not change; does not stop rivals from scheming with words of love and menace; does not forgive crumpling empires made so by Takashima Kei's revenge. Doubt becomes a new bar in her cage; she has never had to question motives before. It is all she can do now.
She is a wildflower cursed by love and loneliness and doubt.
She does not belong and has come to know Takashima Kei is bright but he is not the sun.
She can only survive for so long.