"Son, you are going to inherit my company, no questions asked."

"But dad! I want to be a/an (some fun occupation) when I grow up! Not sit in an office all day and listen to old people talk about numbers! I'm not even good at math!"

My father growled as he once again said that I was going to do business when I grow up.

I've had enough of him talking about it, there just never seemed to be an end.

So I stopped talking.

I began to play mute, in school, at home, in front of my father.

But that still wasn't enough.

That damned old man kept on pestering me about it.

"(Y/n)! Detention after school!"

I shrugged as I laid my head back down on the desk.

The material was too easy anyways.

"Dude, how many times has it been?" My best friend, (Best friend name) asked.

Coincidentally, s/he was sitting beside me in all of my classes.

Too much for me to keep track of, I wrote in my notepad.

I got it once I realized not talking was going to be a slight issue, but the notepad's working well enough for me to convey my thoughts.

The bell (finally) rang and it was time for lunch.

(Best friend) dashed off, saying something about getting good seats or something.

I waved to him/her as s/he left.

I picked up my bag and pocketed the notepad before going to a quiet place I found in the school.

It was quite a beautiful place as well, with a nice breeze and a good view of the school's field.

"I swear I saw (U/n) go this way!" I heard someone yell in the distance.

Oh, (U/n) (L/n), I thought, creating a mental image of the smaller male and what I know about him.

One of the two 'prince's' in the school.

I guess some crazy people must be stalking him again.

As I was lost in my thought, I carelessly ran into someone.

"O-ow.. Are you okay?" the person asked, adjusting his (uke hair colour) locks.

What a coincidence, I thought as I nodded.

"Over here! I heard his voice!" Someone yelled.

"Oh shit... I'm sorry for running into you I need to- W-what are you doing?!"

I cut of (U/n) mid sentence and dragged him to my 'secret hiding spot'.

I pulled out the notepad from my pocket and wrote, You can stay here for a while until they go away.

The smaller male nodded in acknowledgement, so I put the paper and pen away, and got out my lunch.

I sat down where I usually sit, and felt a cool breeze flowing through me as I ate.

"U-um, what's your name?" (U/n) suddenly asked in a quiet tone.

That stuttering seems a little out of character, I commented in my head as I wrote down my name.

The (U/n) I knew was really confident and outgoing.

He would never quiet his voice, let alone stutter.

"(Y/n)... That's a nice name," he sheepishly smiled as he mumbled the name to himself.

The (uke hair colour) haired male opened his mouth, about to say something, before he was interrupted by the bell.

"Shit! I need to be somewhere," he cried as he went back into the hallway.

"T-thank you for saving me back there!" (U/n) shouted as he ran away.

I was a little confused at his out of character behaviour and attitude, but that was the least of my problems right now.

"(Y/n)! You're late for class! Again!" The teacher yelled as I stepped through the door of the classroom.

I sighed as I tuned out the teacher and flopped into my seat.

This is going to be a long day...

After that day with an accidental encounter from (U/n), I've always had this feeling that someone's always watching me.

It usually happens during lunch, but it also happens after school, when I don't get called back by a teacher, which is very rare, might I add.

It was a couple days later during another lunch period when this gut feeling went off, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

I slowly walked to my lunch space, and as I turned a corner, I peered behind and saw some familiar (U/n) hair poking out behind a wall.

Thank goodness it isn't a teacher, I thought as I made my way to my eating area.

I didn't really mind being followed, and it was more interesting than eating alone, knowing that someone was sitting outside in the hallway eating their food as I ate mine.

I let it happen for the rest of high school.

Very soon, the day came when everyone had to choose their post secondary choices.

Some people moved out of the country to study, while other's went straight to work.

"What are you going to major in?" I heard (best friend) ask, as s/he twirled a pen around.

I showed him/her my filled out paper with one university on it.

"I thought you hated business. Why are you majoring in it?"

To get revenge on my dad.

(Best friend) laughed, getting the attention of some people next to us, and I shot him/her a glare that effectively shut him/her up.

"I'm going there too, so it seems I won't be lonely now."

I nodded in agreement before I dozed off, thinking about (U/n).

I'm going to miss him following me, I thought as I laid my head on the table and closed my eyes.

"And that concludes the plan for this project, any suggestions, Boss?"

I shook my head in response.

The overall plan is fine, just make sure to tweak some of the details and have a refined schedule for deadlines.

(Best friend) read that out to the manager that had just finished her presentation, and she nodded in acknowledgement.

"Dismissed!"

Everyone got up and left, going back to work, and soon it was just (best friend) and I left in the conference room.

We talked a bit more about some up coming projects and deadlines, making sure they were all on track and nothing was out of order.

"You're doing pretty good at running a business, especially for someone who hates it," (best friend) commented, taking a seat on the desk space in front of me.

"It's only been a year since you've started it, but you're all ready the most feared person in the industry," s/he chuckled.

In around three months, we'll have everything we need to over take my father's company, I wrote out as a smirk appeared on my face.

"That dark side's getting to you again."

I shrugged as I closed my laptop, scribbling something down on the notepad.

Go to the human resources department an check in on the progress there.

"Noooo! That department's on the other side of the building! It's too far for my weak little legs!" (Best friend) whined, acting all dramatic about it.

I rolled my eyes as I added something else to the note.

I've known you for years now, and I see how you look at the manager of the department. I'm giving you and opportunity to go see the manager, it's a win win for the both of us.

(Best friend) stopped his/her whining and flashed me a smile before dashing out the door.

"Thank's (Y/n)! Love you!" S/he shouted.

I sighed and packed up my laptop and several papers before heading back to my office.

(Best friend) might seem like a goof all the time, which is partially true, but s/he's really helped a lot since I started this company.

After making my way back into the office, I began to deal with some boring paperwork that needed to be done today.

Paperwork really is the worst, I thought as I picked up my pen and began to write.

I was finally done, and decided to leave and go home to rest.

I stretched my arms and stood up, informing (best friend) that I'd be leaving now.

"Bye, see you tomorrow," s/he said in an almost dead tone.

"I'll want to go home as well," s/he sighed, resting his/her head on the desk in front of him/her.

Papers were surrounding (best friend), almost like a satanic ritual of some sort.

It's not my fault you spent way too long talking to the manager of the human resource department. Say, did you even get his/her phone number?

(Best friend) defeat shook his/her head and cired as I silently laughed.

I waved once more before I left the building.

My home was within walking distance of the company, so I didn't need to drive around during rush hour.

I stopped by the convenience store on my way home to buy some necessities that recently ran out.

After going around the store and buying everything that I needed, I stepped back out and took a look at the bustling streets.

I continued to walk, taking a short cut back to my home.

Usually, nothing would go on in this short cut, even if it looked like a shady dark alleyway, but today was different.

"You can scream all you want~ No one's going to hear you~!"

"S-stop it! HELP!!"

That voice sounds familiar, I thought as I rushed over to see what was going on.

As I turned a corner, I saw an old man, pinning (U/n) to the wall of a building.

This old man was about to rip (U/n) shirt off, but I stepped in and punched the guy in the face, before sending a kick to the guys nuts, making his fall to the ground with a groan.

"(Y-y/n).." the smaller male stutter, completely embarrassed.

I took off my own jacket and wrapped it around him, before picking up his and lightly dusting it.

I took out my notepad and wrote, Do you want to go to my place? It's not far from here.

He nodded without looking at me, so I took his hand and lead him to my home.

You can use the shower, I informed after we got inside.

(U/n) muttered a thank you as he stepped inside and closed the door.

I sorted out the items I bought as (U/n) was in the shower.

After that was done, I left some of my smallest clothes on the counter of the washroom and went to go sit on the couch, waiting for the other male to be done.

"Thank you for the clothes," (U/n) says as he comes into the living room and takes a seat on the couch.

We stay silent for a while, until the (uke hair colour) haired male asks, "How have you been?"

I've been alright, busy with work.

We chatted for a while, and I came to the realization that (U/n) works at my company.

Do you want to be my secretary? I asked, hoping he would say yes.

I haven't been able to find someone I trust enough to take on this job, so I've been getting (best friend) to do it on top of all his/her own work, and I'm starting to feel a little guilty.

"Thank you. I would love to," (U/n) replied in a happy tone.

I'll tell your department manager, you can come to my office tomorrow and I'll show you around.

He thanks me again and says that he need to go home and get some things done, so I called a taxi for him and sent him home.

I sighed and told (best friend) about it, and s/he seemed happy.

We talked a little more and I sent an email to the manager of (U/n)'s former department, before getting into bed and getting some rest.

"Good morning (Y/n).." (Best friend) greeted as I stepped into the office.

Did you even go home? I asked, seeing as s/he was wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday.

"Nuu.." (Best friend) responded, sounding dead.

"I have a devil for a boss and he keeps on pounding me with work.."

If you don't get up and start working, this devil you speak of might just add to your pile.

"How can you be so heartless.." S/he muttered, resting his/her head on the desk.

I bought you breakfast.

I put the take out bag on the table and his/her eyes light up.

"I take that back," s/he happily says as (best friend) shoves some food in his/her mouth.

I heard a knock on the door and see (U/n) figure through a crack in the door.

I open the door to see the male from the previous night, and he seems to have his stuff with him.

(Best friend) will introduce you around, I state before going to my desk and opening my computer to get started on work.

It doesn't take (U/n) long to get used to how we do things, and he was surprisingly good at it as well.

Working with (U/n) is a blast, and for some reason, it makes me excited to go to work and see the (uke hair colour) haired male's shining smiling.

Three months went by in a flash, and soon I was about release my revenge plan on my father.

(Best friend) and I were discussing a few last minute details as we waited for (U/n) to arrive.

Time was ticking and (U/n) was still no where to be seen.

"He's not picking up," (best friend) informed as s/he put down his/her phone.

I gritted my teeth, a little annoyed.

Sure (U/n) was nice and and was really compatible with me, but our relationship was just employer and employee, former classmates at most.

My phone begins to ring.

I check the ID and see it's from my father.

"I know how you acted different towards (U/n) (L/n) in high school, even making him your secretary. I have him, and if you're not careful son, he might just loose a couple of limbs."

I immediately hang up the phone and wrote, My dad has him, before storming out of the office and to (best friend)'s car.

S/he comes with a serious look on his/her face.

"We'll get him out," s/he says as s/he gets in the car and starts it.

By some miracle, we manage to arrive in less then ten minutes, considering the distance from my company to my father's house.

I sent a text saying that I was at the front door.

He opened up the large doors from the inside and I walked inside a home I haven't been in for a couple years.

Everything seemed so different from what I remembered, and the place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in forever.

Not to mention the strong smell of liquor that was radiating throughout the home.

(Best friend) and I quietly made our way to the basement, where he would most likely be.

Through an opening in the door, we could see (U/n), beaten and lifeless, laying on the stone floor of the basement.

My father was there too, holding what seemed like an empty wine bottle.

It was broken, and there were glass fragments everywhere, including some pieces that were wedged inside of (U/n)'s arms and legs.

"The fuck you think you're doing!" I shouted in a raspy yet angry voice.

My father was surprised, of course.

It was about a decade since I last talked.

"Oh! You're finally here," he smirked, grabbing (U/n)'s shirt collar and forcefully pulling him off the ground.

The (uke hair colour) haired male's head rolled to the side, as he slowly opened his (uke eye colour) eyes.

"(Y/n).." He mumbled out, tears rolling down his cheeks as they mixed with the blood on the ground.

"What do you want?" I growled, clenching my fists.

"What I want? All I want is your company of course!" He shouted, sounding like a maniac.

"We can make lots of money together (Y/n)!" My father hysterically laughed as he talked more and more about his greedy plans.

"Has your dad gone nuts?" (Best friend) whispered.

"I believe so," I mumbled back, watching how he was carelessly swinging (U/n) around in his hands.

Suddenly, I dashed forward, throwing a punch at my father's jaw.

He let go of (U/n) and I caught him in my arms, gently holding him as if he were a fragile kitten.

The police arrived not a moment after and successfully pinned down my monster of a father, and an ambulance came to take (U/n) and I to the hospital.

I left (best friend) to take care of anything else the needed to be taken care of.

The entire ride there was almost silent.

Only the sounds of the moving vehicle along with desperate pants coming from the small male lying on the bed.

"(Y-y/n).. H-h-help.."

He seemed so broken and it hurt to see him like this.

We soon reached the hospital.

A nurse came and explained that there weren't any fatal wounds, but there was a lot of glass that needed to be taken out.

"Give him a full body check as well," I growled.

The nurse nodded and went off to do what they needed to do.

I watched as they pushed (U/n) into the operation room, taking a seat on a chair nearby.

"There you are," I heard (Best friend) call as s/he sat beside me.

"So you can talk," s/he chuckled.

"The police arrested your dad. With the information you collected about his illegal trades along with kidnap, he should be in there for a while," s/he informed.

I nodded, not saying much.

"This isn't like you though," (best friend) commented.

"What's not like me?" I muttered, only half listening to his comments.

"I'll never get used to your voice," s/he muttered before explaining.

"You almost never worry this much about someone, let alone rush to their side with no hesitation. What were you thinking when you went to save (U/n)?"

"I was worried that he would harm (U/n)," I replied, thinking about his/her words.

It was true that I usually wouldn't worry as much about someone else this much.

"Do you feel your heart racing when you see (U/n)?" (Best friend) suddenly asked.

"Yes?" I say, my response sounding more like a question.

"Do you know why?"

"... No."

(Best friend) sighed.

"You dense cabbage. It seems like you have a crush."

Thinking about my recent actions, that sounded quite true.

"So you're saying I like (U/n)?"

(Best friend) nodded, looking at me with a grin.

"And I thought I'd get a partner before you would, considering how you rejected any form of relationship."

The two of us talked a bit more about some legal stuff as we waited for the smaller male to come out.

The light to the operation room finally turned off, and I rushed up to the door to see how it went.

"He has a concussion, and lots of cuts, leading to some blood loss. We've done some blood transfusion to make up for it."

The doctor talked a little more and said that (U/n) should stay in the hospital for a couple more days.

"(U/n)," I called out as I walked into the room he had been assigned.

I heard a groan coming from the smaller male's directions as he tired to move.

"Don't get up," I instructed as I walked up.

"(Y/n).." he managed to say with a small smile on his mouth.

"I'm sorry you had to get involved with this," I apologized.

"It's alright.. I forgive you anyways.."

It goes silent for a moment before we both speak: "I have something to tell you-"

We laugh at the coincidence.