“The attempts on my life have been getting worse lately,” Mr. Shimada said.

“Put Hanzo on it,” Genji replied dismissively. It’s not that he didn’t care that his papa’s life was in danger. It’s just that, as head of the Shimada clan, he was always in danger. And everyone had a disgusting amount of respect for Hanzo, the hard-working, dutiful son. Surely, he would be able to track down who wanted their papa dead and take care of it. Plus, Genji didn’t want to talk about his papa being dead one day. Didn’t want to deal with it.

Sojiro Shimada remained unfazed by his son’s attitude.

“He’s busy learning to take his place. You must also start to gravitate towards yours, as well.”

His papa explained that he had arranged for Genji to get married.

“I made a wise choice in a bride for you, I think,” Sojiro said with a wicked gleam in his eye. He was talking about you, but Genji didn’t know that, yet.

“You know I won’t go to the wedding,” Genji stated flatly.

“Oh, it will happen.”

A chill went up his spine at those words, and he was also annoyed at how self-pleased his papa was. That man was the only one who could out-wit Genji whenever he wished.

His papa kept insisting the marriage would happen, to the point where Genji spent even less time sober than before. He snuck out of the castle more often. Mr. Shimada was perversely proud of his younger son, who evaded every instructor and bodyguard. He was a natural at stealth. Hanzo was not as impressed.

“What good is he going to be to me when you’re gone?” Hanzo demanded of his papa in frustration.

“He will learn in his own time. If you don’t want Genji to take your place, you should train harder,” Mr. Shimada teased.

That frustrated Hanzo immensely. He trained harder than Genji ever did. Genji picked up his skills in no time flat, leaving Hanzo struggling to catch up. The difference was, Hanzo was training to take on responsibility one day, and Genji was wasting his skills on impressing friends and potential lovers. Hanzo resented Genji for this.

Hanzo took his papa’s words to heart. He did train harder. He would show his papa that he was better than Genji.

Genji was busy being frustrated for different reasons. Every other day, someone in the household told him to get ready for the wedding. Only, there were no preparations being made, that he knew of. Not that he was looking too closely. He should have been. Instead, he kept his lungs full of weed and his stomach full of shots four days in a row out of spite.

On the morning after, he woke up feeling strangely well-rested and not at all hungover. He rolled over to spread his limbs out on his bed.

The back of Genji’s hand hit something soft and warm, but solid.

“Mmmmm,” you complained sleepily, “I was sleeping.”

Genji looked over to find a strange woman in his bed. Not entirely unusual, just he preferred to stay overnight elsewhere when having fun.

“As much as I would love to continue,” he lied. “isn’t it time you went home?”

“I am home. I’m your wife.”

You held up your hand and wiggled your fingers for him to see. Your wedding set was yellow gold, and the engagement ring had a large, green stone circled by diamonds.

Genji flipped out. He tore himself from the bed and called his papa.

“I told you it would happen,” was the man’s casual reply.

“But, I…”

“Check the top of your dresser.”

Genji walked over to it. There lay a piece of paper. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a wedding certificate, signed by you and then signed by him.

“But…I was…”

“Intoxicated? Again?” his papa said. “Yes. You should reconsider your behaviour. It has consequences.”

Mr. Shimada hung up the phone. Genji was left with his jaw on the floor. Outwitted by his papa again.

While Genji was still awhirl with emotions, you asked, “So what should we do today?”

You sat up, the blanket falling down your naked body. Genji eyed you, his cock coming awake. Damnit. You slept naked. Still, he was angry.

“Nothing,” he muttered.

You shrugged. You didn’t expect him to react well, anyway. You got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. The maids had moved all your things in while Genji was busy drinking yesterday. Your new father-in-law had a strangely devilish smile on his face while directing them to do so. Honestly, he left you with a big problem: his son. But Mr. Shimada did pay off a debt your family owed. They could be stress-free because you agreed to this. You were fed, clothed, and sheltered, too.