《エッセンス (Essence)》Volume Two | Chapter - Summer Beach House Part Four
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After a long mundane flight, the girls of Essentia Japan Academy disembarked off the commercial airline being greeted by the clear ocean blue sky and the scorching heat of the sun rays raining down upon their skin. For Aiko, it was unusual to experience such an intense heat for her, after all, she was brought up in an orphanage north of Japan where she became accustomed to the mild climate.
Aiko's arms and above her cleavage was dripping in sweat as her body spent more time in this hot climate she was surprised to see Uli struggling in this type of weather.
To say that the duo was glad to find free seats in the foyer was an understatement. Both Aiko and Uli flopped into any free seat they could find discharging their luggage on the floor before them.
"I never...knew...it could be...this hot" Uli muttered weakly as she downed a bottle of water.
"Mhmm" Aiko groaned as she rested her head against Uli's shoulder.
The rest of the girls just looked at the duo a mixture laughing and sighing could be heard amongst the group. Suddenly Hibiki thought of something as her energetic mind furrowed for any ideas that could her day all the more interesting.
"You know what we should do?" a sly grin appeared on Hibiki's face.
Sachika eyed her friend cautiously, "Such as?"
"We should have a house party!" Hibiki exclaimed energetically.
"Forget it" Sachika bluntly responded. Hibiki turned to look at her friend directly to see Sachika with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. Hibiki knew just from that look that Sachika wasn't going to budge.
"We already had one party before we came here, and we all know how that ended..." Sachika looked to the others "...you're luckily I agreed to let you all come here in the first place so we do as I say" it was evidently clear that Sachika was serious about this.
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Hibiki sighed, "You're no fun...anyway how long do we have to wait?" she asked.
Sachika ignored for friends former comment, "Not too long hopefully"
As if by chance Sachika's cell phone started to vibrate she immediately pulled out for a cell phone from her pocket swiping the screen to unlock the cell phone She looked at her cell phone intently before returning her gaze back at her friends.
"He's here" she simply informed them.
Some of the girls more notably Aiko and Uli looked at Sachika intrigued at the mention of the word he, the duo were still dripping in their own sweat trying to cool themselves down. Sachika stood up grabbing her hand luggage heading towards the sliding double doors of the airport her friends didn't waste any time in following her outside.
As the group exited the foyer of the airport they were greeted by an older man in a dark grey and white business suit his brown hair was combed back with a clear sign of grey started to take root amongst his natural hair colour. Behind him, a black limousine was parked next to the verge of the road.
Bowing slightly he spoke, "Ms Ito it's a pleasure to see you again" his broad British accent was obvious to the girls.
Sachika looked to the side to nothing in particular clearly flustered, "How many times have I told you just to call me Sachika"
The older man tilted his head up slightly, "But Ms Ito, you're the daughter of a prestigious noble family it would be inappropriate for me to address you any other way"
Still flustered Sachika just sighed, "O-Okay can we go now, Alfred"
Alfred bowed again, "Of course right this way" he opened up the back door that leads to extra seating within the limousine. The looked on in awe as each of them entered the vehicle, they were particularly impressed by the velvet carpet upon the floor of the vehicle and the pristine leather seats along with shiny decal and ornaments that surrounded them.
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"So...this is what luxury lifestyles are like?" Aiko muttered to herself as Alfred put the limousine in gear driving off down the road towards Sachika's beach house.
Inside the airport sitting at one the tables within the cafes, a young lad a few years older than the group of girls watched them as they entered the limousine he sat there with a half-empty cup of coffee. His right arm rested upon the table, unlike his other arm this one had a black glove covering his hand. You could see slightly jagged points protruding against the glove.
He wore summer shorts along with some normal sneakers and a pale blue t-shirt. Just by looking at him you could tell that he had worked out as he packed a lean muscular body underneath all that clothing.
His hair was deathly white very much like Yuki's white hair, however, his was untidily spiked in different directions giving it an unkempt look.
He watched as the limousine drove off down the road the young lad sat there drinking his coffee when he noticed some men in the distance watching the limousine intently as it drove off. He spotted one of them putting a hand to their ear as they spoke to whoever was on the other end.
It wasn't long before the group of men started walking towards the back of the foyer of the airport he watched as they went through a backdoor undoubtedly only used by staff that were employed at the airport.
Finishing up his coffee he left the money and a small tip for the waitress before he headed towards the small door that the group of went through just moments ago.
It didn't take long for the limousine to arrive at the Ito summer beach house on Okinawa. Aiko didn't know what to expect so when the limousine slowly drove up the driveway towards the front of the house she couldn't help but stare through the vehicle windows as did her friends and some of the other girls in their group.
"Ms Ito we have arrived" Alfred announced he swiftly stepped out of drivers side of the vehicle opening the back door bowing slightly once fully opened. Hibiki was the first to lunge out all ecstatic and hyperactive followed shortly by the other girls.
Aiko was the second to last to step out of the vehicle followed by Sachika. She looked up and around the house before her still in awe. The Ito family call this a summer beach house? It's like a freaking mansion resort! Aiko thought as she looked at the towering delicate marble stone walls and pristine tiled roof.
The marble stone stairs numbering a dozen or so steps lead upwards towards the two huge oak doors that Aiko presumed was the entrance to this so-called house.
Aiko also noticed an older woman standing at the top of the stairs wearing a flowery summer dress and sandals along with a straw made summer hat. It was quite evident to Aiko that this woman was something out of dreams, the woman's long black hair moved with the wind and her gentle smile brought out the beauty in her face evermore.
The woman clapped her hands together once thrilled upon seeing the girls, "It's so good to have you all here!"
"Okaa-san" Sachika spoke gently.
Aiko turned to look at Sachika noticing her slightly blushed cheeks and the honorific Okaa-san, she immediately put the two together realising that the woman before them at the top of the stairs was, in fact, Sachika's mother.
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