His Will

Chapter 18 : The Start of His Obsession

Ahma was carried to her room. Satoru softly lays her on her mattress. He himself has renovated this room for her. Everything in this room is chosen by him. As she snuggles to her feather pillow a smile of satisfaction appears on his face.

He sighs. She likes it. Very good. He went to Canada to buy these specific pillows and cushions.

He puts the quilt upto her chest and sits on the bed beside her. His face tensed. The affection he is showing her, she feels it as an brotherly affection? Was he not direct enough? Did she really not understand those meaningful eyes? Wait, how could he be so stupid? Even if he does something, she will think it as a part of their act. Satoru curses in his mind.

Ahma turns around in her sleep. He couldn't help but plant a kiss on her head.

"Soon, I will be holding you rightfully in my arms. You will belong to me," he whispers.

"Megumi,"

"Ai? Where are you going?" Megumi looks at her all ready.

"To the headquarters. Don't worry I will be back in two days hopefully," Ahma ruffles his head.

Megumi and Nobara stick to her more nowadays after Yuji's incident. Ahma feels real bad. Wish she could tell them that Yuji is safe and alive. But it's for their own safety and Yuji's too. Until they are stronger, they can't meet. Besides Nobara is really serious with her trainings nowadays. Megumi has already asked Satoru to train him. And Yuji well...his movie sessions are going well. He recently has been given a mission to scout a boy named Junpei to Jujutsu High.

There are so many things to investigate. Ahma already instructed Airi and Ren to stay here.

As she enters the car, a call came from Satoru.

"Love, I heard you are going to the headquarters," he says.

"Yeah. I already exited school compound. Why?" Ahma asks.

"In China or?"

"I will look in our headquarter here first. If I don't find enough, I might need to fly to China," Ahma sighs.

"Will it be alright?"

Ahma knows what he means. The clan hasn't spoken a word and made a fuss about her announcement that Satoru is her lover until now. It's way too calm. Ahma has a gut feeling that this is the calm behind the storm. But she doesn't say that to Satoru.

"I will handle it," she says shortly.

"Take care then. Eat a lot. Seriously you are too thin," he spoke as affectionately as a lover.

Ahma couldn't help the smile that broke on her lips, "You too. After I come back, I will cook for you again."

"Sounds amazing. I will wait for you," Satoru couldn't help the blush that spread over his cheeks. She sounds like a wife. Both of them sound like couples.

"Don't eat too much outside food," Ahma says.

"I won't I promise. And you can't smoke as well. Where on earth you picked that bad habit from?" Satoru scolds her.

From that day onward, Satoru is hell bent about making her quit smoking. Ahma is only tolerating this sweet torture of his very patiently.

"No promises," she couldn't help but tease him.

"I will know if you smoke,"

"How?" Ahma almost laughs.

"I will kiss you,"

Ahma turns red immediately, "S..shut up."

"I am dead serious, love," Satoru smirks on the other side of the phone.