The old Director of the infamous academy sat contentedly upon a traditional Japanese style cushion, skimming over a report about the recent Food war. The Food War had gathered quite the reactions from several parties, some advantageous and some abominably disapproving.
The variation in reactions had been due to his new student's insolent and unrefined behavior. Some students, specifically the upper classmen, had complained to the Student Body Council about his lack of modesty and respect for the authorities.
While he was well aware of what Haru had done and said during the Food war, it still amused him when he noticed several inappropriate additions of words and actions that had not happened during the event, meaning the report was highly exaggerated.
Whether he accepted or expelled students was entirely his choice, no one had the right to overrule his decision. He had made that clear to the Student Body Council as well as the other significant parties present during the last meeting.
There was a reason he had accepted Haru into the academy and that reason was enough for him to overlook any complaints regarding him, unless and until he saw the validity of those complaints firsthand.
In his humble opinion, he had neither seen nor heard anything rude during the event, end of story.
Hearing a chain of… peculiar voices outside his office door, Senzaemon could only exhale in exasperation when he thought about the situation. Only Haru was that daring and shameless.
Hearing the woody door to his office glide open, the old director lowered the report and glanced towards the door with an elevated eyebrow, only to sweat drop when he saw a recognizable sight. And by familiar… he meant when the last time a certain blond had visited his office.
His ordinarily passive and edgy auburn-haired secretary, a mature woman in her early thirties and blessed with a body that could make any normal gentleman run wild with lust, was blushing bright red, a series of bite marks visible upon her collar bone, her blouse and skirt vaguely tousled.
"S-sir, H-Haru Uzumaki is h-here to see you." she proclaimed tentatively, all too aware of the director's knowing and deadpan look.
Groaning warily, Senzaemon rubbed the edges of his temple and motioned with his hand. "Bring him in."
Another sigh escaped his tired lips when he heard another thud followed by muffled moans and a pained yelp. He was not even going to try and imagine what the blond was doing with his secretary.
A few moments later, the wooden door to his office slid open and the familiar head of one Unruly Prince peeked in with a wide, pleased and smug grin. Seeing as the coast was clear, Haru fully slid the door and walked in with an air of smugness and satisfaction, while blissfully ignoring the old man's deadpan look.
"Heya Old man, gotta say you sure know how to choose your secretaries." Haru stated with a lecherous grin, haphazardly slumping down on one of the cushions placed before the old Director. "I always had a thing for redheads and blondes."
"Let's not go that way." Senzaemon muttered with a guarded sigh, brushing the edges of his temple to soothe his no doubt approaching headache. "You didn't do anything… drastic, did you?"
While he had no business in what his secretary did during her off duty breaks or days, it still painted him in a bad picture if someone were to find her in a… compromising position during her working hours. Someone finding her with the newly named Unruly Prince of Totsuki would be a potential recipe for disaster.
"Nah, don't worry about that, old man, I only gave her a few 'smooches' on the cheeks." the blond countered with a flippant wave of his hand, a broad and complacent grin dancing on his lips. "Though I still can't believe how wild she was when we were smooching up. I gotta tell ya, don't be fooled by her uptight attitude, she is a wild beast! I mean just look at the state of my shirt."
No matter how crude, no matter how offensively rude it sounded, the silver haired Director could see that he did make a valid point. His skin tight T shirt was haphazardly torn from the chest down to his navel, exposing his ripe and steel-like chest.
The secretary had been a real surprise for the blond immortal. During his first meeting, she had maintained an aura of absolute calmness and professionalism. Being a hot blooded Uzumaki, he hadn't taken kindly to being waved in a professional manner and decided that he needed to melt the ice she had made around herself.
At the end of their meeting, he had grabbed her and kissed the professionalism out of her before bolting out of the door.
The second meeting had been when he had returned once again to meet up with the old man before his Food War. While that meeting had ended the same as the first one—meaning he had kissed her once again—the entirety of the time had been spent by him being chased around the building by a pissed off secretary.
This was actually their third meeting. The woman had actually been the one who had initiated the passionate gesture this time. Seeing a woman who actually took the initiative, he had pushed her against the wall and proceeded to thoroughly explore her orifice and squeeze her supple behind.
Absentmindedly, the elder Nakiri made a mental note to give his secretary a few days off to deal with her… urges. The timings of the blond's sudden appearances were painfully unpredictable, thus that action was only a precaution. He was not looking forward to any "accidents" between his secretary and the blond outside his office or god forbid… inside his office during his absence!
"Moving on…" he asserted with a groan "What can I do for you? The details of our deal were clearly specified during our last meeting, so I can only assume you are here for something else?"
Discarding his perverted grin for the time being, Haru sat a little straighter and nodded. "Yeah, since I won the Food Wand…"
"If you think I am going to correct your mispronunciation of that term every time you say it like a certain President, you obviously don't know who I am." the old man stated pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You are no fun," Haru pouted. "Anyway, with the victory being mine; I need funds and resources to renovate Bowl Club into something much more"
The silver haired man raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by renovate? Isn't the club already big enough? Why waste your time by fixing something that is not broken?"
Haru shook his head in negative, feeling insulted by the sheer audacity of the question itself. "Of course not! You think I would tarnish the name of Ramen by researching its secrets in a place like that… pay extra attention to my next words… that shithole!?"
Senzaemon sweatdropped. "Shouldn't the term be 'sorry for the disrespect' or 'don't mind my next words'?"
"Nah, too overrated."
"I see." the silver haired lamented tiredly and stood up from his cushion, walking up to the open balcony to stare at the academy below. "Your request is acceptable, but don't expect me to provide you with enough funds to rival the Elite Ten. One victory does not automatically call for such measures. You need to win several battles to receive that honor."
"Don't remind me!" Haru whined childishly "I can't believe some snot nose brats get more funding than me? What kind of Prince am I?"
"A shameless perverted one, apparently."
"Hey don't blame me, blame the babes for wearing short or tight clothes!" the blond defended indignantly. "What do you expect me to do when I see asses swaying in skirts?"
"Turn the other way and count the stars." the silver haired Director retorted blankly.
Haru blinked several times. "I sometimes wonder if you are a human or some kind of saint-ish alien."
Even though the sentence sounded like an insult, the old Director couldn't help but chuckle softly and shake his head in amusement. He was just… something else.
Haru stood up from his position and walked up to the balcony, standing right beside the tall silver haired man. A comforting silence descended upon the duo, soft winds blew over the mountains, bringing forth within its chilly confines, a sense of peace and tranquility.
"So where does she stay during the nights?" Haru questioned interestedly, inducing the old man to sigh tiredly. And Haru just had to ruin it, didn't he?
"Don't even think about it!" he asserted sharply, narrowing his eyes into thin slits.
The blond didn't even blink as he scoffed dismissively and strolled to the door. "Fine, but don't blame me if I and your smoking hot secretary go at it outside your office or even better … inside your office!"
Seeing as he was almost outside said office, the old man turned around and flashed him the best intimidating glare he could muster. "If I ever even see a hint of that… vulgarity in my office, you will be expelled faster than you can say 'Totsuki'"
"I would like to see that." Haru retorted dismissively and exited the office.
Senzaemon Nakiri palmed his face in annoyance when once again, strange voices followed by familiar moans echoed outside his office for a few moments before silence reappeared. Sometimes, he wondered if he had made the right call when making that deal with the perverted boy.