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But we had a meeting today, I sighed as I remembered. Almost as soon as we landed my mate made a phone call to someone and I tried not to be jealous as I heard a man’s voice speak in a language I didn’t understand. My interest was really peaked when my mate responded in Japanese. After a few minutes she hung the phone up and smiled at me. “An old friend.” I tried not to let my jealousy flair but I couldn’t help it. I was now essentially an Alpha by blood and title. “Really?”

“Well aside from the word ‘Arigato’ of course, because that’s all I know! Haha!” Shit! I mentally curse. How do I get out of this situation? I don’t fucking know any Japanese! My client, the real Yuri Haruko uses English language every time we speak during our spa session! I don’t have the luxury of time to learn. I swallow hard and gives a quick glance at Jack Wills. I feel like he just makes it work as he expectantly stares at me too. I can feel the formation of sweats on my forehead. They are both looking at me intently as I am still gathering my thoughts. I’m fake! I want to shout desperately. In the end, I dive into the puddle of mess I made.

Kai is laughing now and I guess I spare a chuckle as well before he finally calm down and says "What are you?" I tilt my head "Nani?"What? He pauses "Did you just speak Japanese?" I nod "Hai" Yes. He's already looking like I just handed him a lottery "Oh my God! You speak Japanese!" I blink at him again "I mean, if you watch anime, you eventually learn one or two phrases so yeah, I'm definitely speaking it" The happiness dies "Just one or two phrases?" I nod again "The important one. For example—" I clear my throat and say with absolute seriousness "Baka"

Aiden As Aiden stepped across the threshold of the apartment, he said, “Tadaima,” the Japanese phrase meaning I’m home that Haru had taught them when he was eight. At the time, Aiden had insisted to his brothers they incorporate Japanese daily expressions into their lives so that both Reo and Haru would be able to quickly settle into their new environment. After all, he wanted them to feel at home, as a part of the new family as soon as possible. Of course, it didn’t take any of them long to learn all the phrases, and once they started using them, they never stopped, and as Aiden had predicted, both Reo and Haru quickly and smoothly settled into their new life with their new stepbrothers.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

I pouted, “I’m envious, I want to learn how to speak Nihongo casually as well with their different dialects,” “You were great, believe me, I was surprised to hear you speak like that, it was like you studied,” He claimed, “And it would be hard to study all dialects,” “Oh, is that so?” I wondered for a moment while massaging my chin. My eyes peered to where the master was and it looked like he was arguing with the receptionist. “I think there’s a problem,” I told Julian. He immediately approached the master in the lobby as he spoke with the receptionist.

Interested. “The heart word? That's just my nonsense statement, don't mind it. And for the language? Uhmm, let's say it's a random language.” Soheila answered. She can not say that the 'yaoi' word was from Japan. There is no Japan in this world, so they might get confused if I told them that it is the Japanese Language.

Brother… Mom… Please, help me… Tears blur my eyes as their voices cut through the air—words in a language I don’t understand but recognize, sharp and guttural. Japanese, maybe. Or Mandarin. Whatever it is, it sounds like danger. “Dōiu imidesu ka?” [“What do you mean?”] “Tsumari, jōshi. Kare wa mada kodomoda, shinu kamo shirenai.” [“I mean, boss. He’s just a child—he might die.”]

It’s not that easy. “Oh, mada nihongo renshū shiteru no ka.” (Oh, I see you’re still practising your Japanese.) He calmly says, and I can picture him proudly grinning wherever he is. Me saying anything in his language not only turned him on, it made him smile. “I’m not practising shit, you creep,” I snap. The language just stuck with me over the last few months. It lingered like a reminder of my mistakes. “Don’t call me. Don’t stalk me. Don’t talk to me.”

I simply say. “I never asked.” he says with his cold voice. I frown and mumble a curse. We watch our target getting drunk with his friends. He’s too loud and I can't understand everything he’s saying. I’ve only learned a few Japanese words before when I travelled to Osaka with Jacob two years ago. Just basic words like arigato or Konnichiwa. The waiter comes back with our drinks and I smile widely because he was kind enough to make a lot of ice cubes in my glass along with two slices of lemon. Exactly how I like my coke.