Chapter 197
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
Kita stood in Lula’s room, watching her pack an overnight bag. She looked like death warmed over, eyes were bloodshot from crying when she didn’t think anyone was looking, hair was disheveled, and complexion was pale.
“You are staring,” Lula complained, zipping up her travel bag.
He nodded. “You need rest. Why do you not stay with William tonight and get some sleep? Mother and Father are not leaving Lucien’s side, and I already brought them their bags and Seon Rain made them dinner. Get some rest so you can take over for Mother and Father tomorrow.”
Lula sat on the bed and looked at him; never had she felt so mentally and emotionally exhausted. “How can you be so calm right now?” she asked. “Our baby brother is in a coma. They don’t know if he’ll wake up even, or walk again if he does, and yet you’re completely fine with it.”
Kita gave her a look. “I am not fine with it or what happened, not in the least. I have to go five floors up and tell the person our baby brother loves that he was injured. I have to knock on the very door to the demon I have done everything in my power to stay away from, and tell her brother that he needs to join our family at the hospital just in case Lucien does not wake up.”
“You haven’t told Riku yet?” she asked; Kita was supposed to tell him yesterday when he got back from the hospital.
He shook his head. “They were out, and from what I understand from the guards, it was business matters the Emperor demanded he handle. Thankfully, he demanded the demon go with him so they appear as a functional ruling body.”
Lula snorted.
“I could not agree more, Sister,” he said. “It does surprise me that they did not ask why their father was in Seoul… I truly fear for the future of the Empire with those two ruling.”
She chuckled. “I like this side of you, Kitty. The human side.”
Kita cocked an eyebrow.
“Don’t give me that look,” Lula said. “The stick you had up your ass is gone, and I’m glad it is.”
He nodded. “I am glad you approve, but what you should be asking is why is it now of all times that is it gone.”
She gave him a look. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean,” he said. “You do not want to admit that the stick has been removed from my ass by the one person you do not want me with.”
Lula glared at him. “You want to talk about this now?! Our baby brother is fighting for his life, and you want to talk about your inappropriateness with our client? You sicken me,” she sneered.
Kita shook his head; he expected this. “I rather do it now instead of in front of our comatose brother.”
“How very noble of you,” she scathingly commented.
This is why Kita didn’t want to do this in front of his brother and parents.
“Lucien already knows what it is I am keeping in my heart, and he knows why I am finally, for the first time in my life, happy. At the moment, my heart is breaking for our baby brother, but Lucien is a fighter and he will pull through. His life might not be the same, but he will pull through and make the best of whatever life he now has.”
Lula gave him a look. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” she asked.
Kita rolled his eyes. “Do not be so dramatic.”
“It’s a little hard not to be when you are sitting there speaking positively and as if you haven’t a care in the world while our brother is fighting for his life.”
“Standing,” he said.
“What?”
“You said sitting when I am standing,” Kita said.
Lula glared at him. “Yes, that. Your new sense of humor is criminal.”
“Rain likes it,” he retorted.
“And that’s all that matters now, is it?”
Kita smiled. “Yes, it is. The only reason why I am as semi-composed as I appear, is because of her. She is the pillar of strength I never knew I needed, and never expected anyone could be for me.”
Lula groaned, making a face. “Brother, you could do better-”
“I do not want to, Sister,” he said, surprising her. “When this assignment is over, I will not be returning home. I will be where she is, because she is my heart.”
Lula’s eyes widened. “No! You are not abandoning us to play bodyguard and house with Korea’s sweetheart!”
Kita shook his head. “And what are you going to do to stop me? What are you going to do when this assignment is done? Go back to France? To Japan? Or to Singapore where the man you love calls home?” he asked. “The location does not matter, it is the person there that does. Rain wants to see France and the world, and I am more than happy to facilitate that desire-”
“As her bodyguard?”
He smiled. “That is one of many titles I now have when it pertains to her, though it is one I will forever keep because keeping her safe is my job regardless of getting paid for it.”
“Wait, what?” Lula asked, dumbfound.
“Get some rest, Sister,” Kita said. “Tomorrow, you and I can take over for Mother and Father at the hospital so they can get some rest. Stay with William tonight; it is his brother fighting for his life as well.”
She gave him a look. “And where are you staying?”
“Here,” he said, as if it were obvious. “This is our home while in Seoul. Pan Jin and Dae-Ho are staying with Tae-il. Chairman Hu opened his home up to Yang Sun and her family until new housing has been found for them. I am most certain William is working on that as we speak… Or adoption papers, he is rather fond of Yang Sun because of their matching lack of filters and unhealthy love of sweets. I can only imagine the unhealthy eating habits your children will inherit from their father.”
Lula glared at him. “I am not having this discussion with you right now, especially with Luci on his deathbed. If he dies, this assignment is over and that bad luck, coffin magnet will be left on her own. I’m not going to bury you as well.”
Kita shook his head and crossed the room.
Lula backed away from him. “What are you doing?!” she demanded, looking for a weapon.
Kita reached into his jacket pocket, causing his sister to flinch. He gave her a look when he pulled out his mobile phone. “Do you honestly believe I would harm you?” he asked, unlocking his phone.
“When you get that look on your face it usually means you are getting murdery, as the client calls it,” she said.
“Speaking of her like you did warrants my murder expression,” he agreed, holding out his mobile phone for her to see. “I will not leave Rain’s side, regardless of the job being over in your mind or not. And I do not want one of the last pictures I have with my baby brother to be this one.”
Lula looked from him to the phone and her eyes widened when she saw the picture of Lucien and Kita standing together in Valencia, Spain, inside the Metropolitan Cathedral.
Both were smiling in the picture, but Lucien’s, she could tell, was an apprehensive smile.
Kita was wearing an usual color of blue suit with a white dress shirt and pink silk necktie. Lucien wore his usual black field suit with a loosely knotted black necktie, his hair disheveled.
What stole Lula’s attention most wasn’t the smile on her sullen big brother’s face or what they were wearing or where they were.
Rather, it was the short young woman holding Kita’s hand in the photo that did.
“Mother is going to kill you if you did what this photo suggests you did,” Lula said, looking up at her brother.
“Most likely, but I will die happy and deeply rooted in someone’s heart,” Kita said, taking his phone then turned and headed from the room, closing the door behind him.
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