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*Riiiiiiing! Riiiiiiing!*
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It was a fucking Monday morning, he hated Mondays. (like Garfield) Dragging his ass out of bed at 7 am he grunted “I’m coming!” Replied from the inside while he made his way to the intercom that connected the camera’s live feed to the gate. A mailman stood there with a package in his hands. Satoru punched the button to open the door and then went to receive him by the porch.
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Wearing only a black pair of pajama pants and an oversized white t-shirt he received the delivery person.
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“Are you Mr. Gojo Satoru?” Asked the young man in uniform holding a white envelope and a signing board. Satoru nodded “yes, I am” confirmed, to which he was given the signing board to print his name on “you have been served Sir” added the man before he walked out of his property.
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It took him a minute to understand what the fuck just happened. Almost tearing the envelope open he saw a brand new set of divorce papers signed by…… Sanosuke Hirano, Attorney. On behalf of Mrs. Y/N Gojo. Attached to that was a copy of full power of attorney explaining that Mrs. Gojo wouldn’t be representing herself nor attending the court but her lawyer would do it in her place.
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“Oh, you cunning little kitten..” whispered walking back to the kitchen realizing she must have figured out that all of the divorce papers had ‘suddenly’ disappeared from the courthouse. He was trying to get her to come back and face him if she wanted to divorce him. But of course, his wife wasn’t stupid. Quite the contrary, Y/N Gojo was a force to reckon with… he had never been on the receiving end of her wrath… until now.
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“Fuck… me” now he needed to get a lawyer and try to delay the process as much as possible, he knew that was easy to do. He was not about to give up. Satoru wouldn’t renounce to HIS wife, Y/N was his!
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He was missing something here, there must be something that could tell him where she was! What did London and Saint Petersburg have in common?…
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Grunting he walked to the fridge, opening the door harshly he made the contents rattle inside, that is when he saw them at the bottom, in a clear tray, a series of little bottles labeled Protein shakes, those were Y/N’s but he didn’t have the heart to throw them away, even though he was certain they all had gone bad. It was a reminder that she had been here.
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Satoru didn’t know why she liked those so much, in his opinion they were gross and not sweet enough! But she said they gave her energy through her demanding ballet training and routine. She was so beautiful when she danced…
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Wait a minute…
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Wait.. a… damn… minute…
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London… Saint Petersburg… protein shakes…
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“Fuck!“ he ran to the small pile of folders on his desk with all the information his P.I. collected for him about his wife. He googled the locations of the places where he knew she had been living and then crossed reference them to the nearest ballet studios.
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“Huh!” He chuckled, he couldn’t believe the answer had been in his grasp all along!
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“Gotcha my love…” every time she moved she made sure she was the closest to the best and most renowned ballet studios and academies, whenever she left and went from city to city it was because she was training… learning, working on her career.
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He felt stupid it took him this long to realize that is what she had been doing. He also felt guilty, having gotten used to having Y/N’s undivided attention and love made him forget she was a person separated from him with her own dreams and goals. She used to love dancing…
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“I’ll make it up to you baby… I swear” whispered to himself before he grabbed his phone and called one of his P.I.s “Tell me Gin, do you know where is the best and most famous ballet academy in the world?”
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It was raining, but the man that walked out of a black limousine was pleased as punch. Smiling he moved as if the water didn’t bother him in the least (it didn’t even touch him of course) making his way into “The School of American Ballet”
He removed his coat along with his personally modified black Versace round glasses. “Good evening… I am looking for the Chairwoman, Mrs. Mazzo. I have a meeting with her” the lady at the reception couldn’t help but gawk at the handsome, tall, foreign man. He looked so different with his white hair, a million-dollar smile, and those piercing blue eyes. “Y.. yes of course… are you Mr. Gojo?” Asked the little brunette from the other side of her desk “precisely!” He answered in a cheerful tone. His English was impeccable. “Please follow me, Sir”.
Satoru was received in the private office of Mrs. Kay Mazzo, current chairwoman for the School of American Ballet. He contacted her before he left Japan trying to find his wife but there was no one with any of her current or past names registered in the academy. But Satoru just knew she had to be here so instead he decided to pay a visit in person just so he could look through the student files himself.
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“Mr. Gojo, welcome. I hope you find what you are looking for” the collected and elegant lady extended her hand giving him a small drive “you will find all the information for all the students registered from abroad this year”
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“Thank you Mrs. Mazzo. Your payment has been of course wired for your trouble and your discretion”. The woman nodded with a pleased smile (best spent 1 million dollars in his opinion) “wonderful… is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Gojo” Satoru could barely contain his enthusiasm. He was so close to finding her “not at the moment, but I am sure I will require your assistance in the future”.
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Later that night in the privacy of his suite at The Plaza, Gojo searched through the information Mrs. Mazzo provided him with. He couldn’t believe there were hundreds of very talented ballerinas from all over the world who came here to make it big. He had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, he was proud of his wife for being such a badass and so good at her craft but on the other hand, he felt angry because she abandoned him without a second thought to do this.
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Scrolling through the alumni forms he finally found her. In her picture her hair was longer but darker than before, her eyes were the opposite color of her beautiful e/c ones. She looked a little skinnier too. But her nose, her cheeks, and those delightful lips he adored to savor them were the exact same. His heart was beating faster, she was here. He found her… finally, after all this time, he found his wife.
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“Well, hello there… Miss Petrova” said reading her fake name “I’m coming for you princess…”
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