Alinea

The next morning at the Kazehaya Mansion after Gin's visit to Suzuki Ara…

Young master Kazehaya Gin was preparing for work, and was choosing his outfit for the day. He was donning only his u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts as he stood in front of a huge boudoir filled with a variety of ensembles in different colors and styles looking pensive.

Behind him was an army of haggard looking stylists, each bore a pile of different flamboyant outfits in their arms that the young master had rejected.

Fuji, the steward fidgeted on the side with worry, as he glanced at his pocket watch from time to time until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Young master, you have a meeting at the company soon," he reported in all urgency.

However, the young master was too preoccupied he ignored the butler's words.

"Young master – "

"I'll be ready soon," Gin interrupted, shutting Fuji up.

"But you've been saying that for the past two hours…"

The butler wanted to cry. Today's meeting was very important. As the CEO of Homura International, he couldn't be late nor absent.

"Why can't you give me any decent clothes?" Gin asked and his stylists broke out in cold sweat. "Why don't I have plain and dark colored ones?"

His hazel eyes glared at the all the colorful, loud neckties and suits he had in the closet.

"Change everything tomorrow. I don't want to see any loud colored clothes in my closet. Who told you to get me this trash?"

Everyone cried internally. They couldn't say "it was you, Young Master" to his face, so they just shut up and took the unjust scolding in silence.

With the quietness, Gin became thoughtful again. "Don't I look weird in these?" he asked, and poor Fuji really broke in tears.

"Young Master, you just realized that now…"

In the end, it took a call from Koutaishidenka to make Kazehaya Gin hurry up and get dressed, but not until Fuji gave the young master one of his new, dull grey neckties and suit.

At the company, Koutaishidenka made his rare appearances during the conference. As soon as he saw Gin in plain black suit and a grey tie, he frowned, and so the CEO confronted him after the meeting.

"What are you looking at? Why have you been scowling at me the whole time?" the young master asked.

"You look strange,"Homura Ryuu told him matter-of-factly that made Gin gasp as he held his heart.

"You mean I look weird in these normal clothes?" he asked, and Ryuu nodded.

"I knew it!" Gin clapped his hands. He was ecstatic. "I really had good taste but your wife made me doubt myself a little."

He turned to his best friend who was totally clueless about what he was talking about, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks bro, I'll bounce back to my original style. Ha! I knew I don't look normal in this boring color…"he added as he merrily walked away.

Homura Ryuu who finally understood what's going on was left standing there, speechless. He wanted to call Gin back but the other was already gone before he could.

Koutaishidenka didn't say Gin was weird because of his clothes today. For him, Kazehaya Gin was normally abnormal – so coming to the office suddenly looking totally normal like a simple salary man was totally weird.

"Oh well…"he turned to leave, then suddenly remembered something and stopped. "What did he mean by my "wife" made him doubt himself?

But of course, there was no one to answer that question anymore.

The next morning at the Kazehaya Mansion …

Young master Kazehaya Gin was preparing for work, and was choosing his outfit for the day. He was donning only his u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts as he stood in front of a huge boudoir filled with a variety of ensembles in monotonous, boring colors and looked totally unhappy.

Behind him was an army of haggard looking stylists, each bore a pile of different black and grey outfits in their arms that the young master had rejected.

Fuji, the steward fidgeted on the side with worry, as he glanced at his pocket watch from time to time until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Young master, you have a meeting at the company soon," he reported in all urgency.

However, the young master was too preoccupied he ignored the butler's words.

"Young master – "

"I'll be ready soon," Gin interrupted, shutting Fuji up.

"But you've been saying that for the past two hours…"

The butler wanted to cry. What was this sense of déjà vu? It was only yesterday that the same thing happened. The only difference was that…

"Why can't you give me any decent clothes?" Gin demanded, and his stylists broke out in cold sweat.

"What kind of clothes are these? Do you want me to look like an old man?"

His hazel eyes glared at the all the dull looking neckties and suits he had in the closet.

"Change everything tomorrow. I don't want to see any of these in my boudoir. Who told you to get me this trash?"

Everyone cried internally once more. They couldn't say "it was you, Young Master" to his face, so they just shut up and took the unjust scolding in silence again.

Fuji was in tears as he quietly complained. "Young master, I thought you want to stop looking weird…"