For me and not for my influence

“That’s the same as my name?” Yoshio said holding the boy tightly. ‘We have the same name’ he thought to himself as he put the boy down and looked at. His brown skin was smooth and his curly hair was soft when he touched. He has big brown bright eyes and his ears a little big for his head. Yoshio smiled as he looked at him. He knelt down so that they were face to face.

“Your name is Yoshio too?” He asked looking at the man in front of him. He had black hair and dark colored eyes, he was tall and had big ears like him.

“Yes,” Yoshio said picking the boy up again.

“I want to go to my mom,” he said pointing across the street.

“You’re mom works on the construction site?” Yoshio asked walking to the crosswalk at the end of the street.

“Where are you going?” Sora asked stomping her heel on the sidewalk.

“I’m walking him across the street don’t you have something you should be doing.” He said as Assistant Li followed behind him. The chauffeur stood beside the car with the door open. Assistant Li motioned for the chauffeur to close the door. The man nodded and closed the door.

“Sir please remember that Mr. Takada and your father are waiting,” Assistant Li reminded as they reached the crosswalk.

“My father is there he can entertain Mr. Takada until I arrive.” Yoshio said as they waited for the light to turn.

“Very well,” Assistant Li said and they crossed the street. The construction site was noise and there was no one at the front booth.

“Where’s you’re mom?” Yoshio asked.

“Working. I’m supposed to wait there,” he pointed at the bench of the side near the fence. The bench was under the shade of another building.

“Mommy says when she has a break she’ll check on me and I’m supposed to do my homework.” He explained as they walked over to the bench. Yoshio put him down and just looked at him for a moment. If he had a kid he would probably look like that. He just hear his mom having a fit and expression her disappointment and lack of interest in the child being her grandchild.

“Are you hungry?” Yoshio asked. Yoshio sat down at the bench and looked up at the man and the woman who was with him. He wasn’t hungry he was scared and didn’t want to be alone.

“No,” his little legs swinging of the edge of the bench. His stomach growled loudly.

“ I’ll have Assistant Li bring you a bento,” Yoshio smiled and ruffled his curly hair between his fingers.

“Okay,” he said with a smile.

“Don’t move from this stop until Assistant Li comes back okay,” Yoshio said he nodded his head and took off his backpack and sat it beside himself.

“Sir, are you alright?” Assistant Li asked as they crossed the street again; leaving Yoshio on the bench at the construction site.

“I’m fine my coat is just a bit dirty from falling but I’m fine. I’ll go back to my office and change and you get the bento for Yoshio.” He said walking back towards the office building.

‘That kid has the same name as me,’ Yoshio thought to himself as he walked into the building. He felt happy.

“Here you go,” Assistant Li went back to Yoshio who was sitting on the bench doing his homework.

“Thank you, can you help me with number 5?” Yoshio held out his book to Assistant Li.

“Okay,” she took the book and handed Yoshio the bento. He sat next to his backpack and watch Assistant Li as she read the question in the book.

“This is easy I’ll show you,” Assistant Li sat down next to Yoshio and began explaining the homework. Before she knew it she was laughing and taking with him. He had a sweet smile and warm disposition.

“I have to go, you can finish the rest okay,” said rubbing his head and walking away.

“Yes, thank you,” Yoshio smiled and waved. He finished his homework and ate the bento. The sun began to set and he curled up on the bench resting his head on the backpack.

Haricot Restaurant

American cuisine in City A

The restaurant was illuminated with grand lights and cars being valet. The chauffeur pulled up to the door and Yoshio got out of the car. He was late after having to change is suit. He walked in the door and was created by the hostess of the restaurant.

“Welcome master Yamada. Your guessed have arrived and are in the VIP room.” She said as she vowed. Yoshio looked straight ahead so he would looked down her blouse.

“Thank you,” he replied and followed her to the room.

Mr. Takada and his father were sitting at the table laughing as they were served tea.

“Father, Mr. Takada I’m sorry for making you both wait for so long.” Yoshio bowed and waited to see what the two men would reply.

“No problem. It gave me a chance to catch up with your father.” Mr. Takada replied.

“Sit down and drink sake with us,” His father offered and Yoshio sat down and a cup of sake was poor for him.

“When is the cooperation between the Yamada’s and the Sota’s will be more than business?” Takada asked looking at Yoshio. The older man seemed to be looking for something.

“I haven’t made any plans,” Yoshio replied and drank the sake.

“Well I would like to say that my oldest granddaughter his available for marriage if joining the Takada and the Yamada families is more agreeable. We should set up an opportunity for the two of you to meet.” Mr. Takada said raising his glass.

“We are so busy with business at the moment I don’t really have much time for matchmaking,” Yoshio replied looking at his father for help.

“True Yoshio has been rushed of his feet and next month he has to check in on our American business so they won’t be much time for leisure.” His father said patting Yoshio on his shoulder.

“You have to make time for pretty girls. After all I’m sure your father wants a grandchild to bounce on his knee before he’s too old.” Takada laughed and took another sip of the sake. Yoshio didn’t say anything.

It seemed that everyone wanted to marry him off.

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