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Yuyu Hakusho › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,766
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4
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Currently Reading:
2
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New Land
“There, finally finished,” you said hanging your last photo on your new bedroom wall.
It’s been exactly a week since you came to Japan and so far things have been miserable. Not because Akira was mean or anything, infact, she was wonderful. No, the reason for your melancholy behavior is the fact that you’ve been feeling home sick since you first stepped off the plane and onto a whole new different continent. Home was exactly half way across the world and yet you felt like you were on a whole different planet. It didn’t help that while you were unpacking your pictures, every one of them brought back wonderful memories and faces.
“I need some fresh air,” you said to yourself, whipping another stray tear from your cheek. Walking to your balcony doors, you opened them and walked out into the beating sun. You closed your eyes and just basked in feeling of the wind gliding through your hair. Akira was most kind giving up her room which was the only one with a balcony view to the forest behind your new home. At first you had argued with her that it wasn’t necessary of course, but she insisted since the other master bedroom was the one with the built in master bathroom but she’d figured you’d like the one with the balcony more. How thoughtful she is.
A knock to your doorframe brought you back from your musings and you turned to see Akira leaning inside the door way. “How are you comin’ along?” she asked. She kept shifting and looking around and you immediately knew she was still feeling uncertain about herself. It must have been hard, knowing you’re a mother but never had the experience of parenthood.
Smiling softly, you went and sat down on the bed; patting the place next to you. Akira smiled also and took up your offer. “Akira, you pretty much have the easy end of the deal now,” you said trying to ease her uncertainty. “You must be at a loss on how to act towards me,” Akira looked down and chuckled, “but I’m just looking for a friend right now,” you said placing a hand over hers. “I already have a mother,” Akira looked at you and smiled, “but I could always use another friend.”
Akira stood up and walked to one of your now hanging pictures. She gently then touched the glass that held a picture of your father behind it. “If you need anything,” she then looked at you, “anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
The phone then rang and you both looked at the cordless phone on your bedside table which rand once again a few seconds later. Getting up, you picked up the phone and pressed the ‘talk’ button.
“Moshi, moshi,” you answered in fluent Japanese. It was a gentleman asking for Akira; so with ‘just a minute,’ you handed the phone over to Akira. While she was talking on the phone, you went over to your desk and turned on your brand new laptop. Thank goodness for instant messaging or else it would be ages before you could speak with your family again. Beginning a letter to your mother about the happenings so far, you then heard Akira bid the person on the phone fair well and she sat afterwards on your bed.
“That was the principle of Meiou High School and it seems you’re very eligible to be a student of that school,” she said excitedly.
You looked at her and a sense of pride welled inside of you. “Wow, you said Meiou High was a very prominent school. How ell did I do exactly on the entrance test?” you asked.
“Well,” she began, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her lap, “it appears you had the fifth highest score ever made since Meiou High was established.”
Your mouth fell open in shock and Akira laughed at your expression. “Isn’t Japanese schools supposed to be much harder than Canadian schools?” you asked in wonder. Akira just continued to laugh and got up to walk to the door.
“Perhaps you weren’t being challenged enough at your old schools and so you were forced to do poorly?” she asked leaning on the doorframe.
“Does that even make sense?” you asked her. She just shrugged her shoulders and left your room. Shrugging your own shoulders you turned back to your laptop to finish typing up your letter.
It’s been exactly a week since you came to Japan and so far things have been miserable. Not because Akira was mean or anything, infact, she was wonderful. No, the reason for your melancholy behavior is the fact that you’ve been feeling home sick since you first stepped off the plane and onto a whole new different continent. Home was exactly half way across the world and yet you felt like you were on a whole different planet. It didn’t help that while you were unpacking your pictures, every one of them brought back wonderful memories and faces.
“I need some fresh air,” you said to yourself, whipping another stray tear from your cheek. Walking to your balcony doors, you opened them and walked out into the beating sun. You closed your eyes and just basked in feeling of the wind gliding through your hair. Akira was most kind giving up her room which was the only one with a balcony view to the forest behind your new home. At first you had argued with her that it wasn’t necessary of course, but she insisted since the other master bedroom was the one with the built in master bathroom but she’d figured you’d like the one with the balcony more. How thoughtful she is.
A knock to your doorframe brought you back from your musings and you turned to see Akira leaning inside the door way. “How are you comin’ along?” she asked. She kept shifting and looking around and you immediately knew she was still feeling uncertain about herself. It must have been hard, knowing you’re a mother but never had the experience of parenthood.
Smiling softly, you went and sat down on the bed; patting the place next to you. Akira smiled also and took up your offer. “Akira, you pretty much have the easy end of the deal now,” you said trying to ease her uncertainty. “You must be at a loss on how to act towards me,” Akira looked down and chuckled, “but I’m just looking for a friend right now,” you said placing a hand over hers. “I already have a mother,” Akira looked at you and smiled, “but I could always use another friend.”
Akira stood up and walked to one of your now hanging pictures. She gently then touched the glass that held a picture of your father behind it. “If you need anything,” she then looked at you, “anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
The phone then rang and you both looked at the cordless phone on your bedside table which rand once again a few seconds later. Getting up, you picked up the phone and pressed the ‘talk’ button.
“Moshi, moshi,” you answered in fluent Japanese. It was a gentleman asking for Akira; so with ‘just a minute,’ you handed the phone over to Akira. While she was talking on the phone, you went over to your desk and turned on your brand new laptop. Thank goodness for instant messaging or else it would be ages before you could speak with your family again. Beginning a letter to your mother about the happenings so far, you then heard Akira bid the person on the phone fair well and she sat afterwards on your bed.
“That was the principle of Meiou High School and it seems you’re very eligible to be a student of that school,” she said excitedly.
You looked at her and a sense of pride welled inside of you. “Wow, you said Meiou High was a very prominent school. How ell did I do exactly on the entrance test?” you asked.
“Well,” she began, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her lap, “it appears you had the fifth highest score ever made since Meiou High was established.”
Your mouth fell open in shock and Akira laughed at your expression. “Isn’t Japanese schools supposed to be much harder than Canadian schools?” you asked in wonder. Akira just continued to laugh and got up to walk to the door.
“Perhaps you weren’t being challenged enough at your old schools and so you were forced to do poorly?” she asked leaning on the doorframe.
“Does that even make sense?” you asked her. She just shrugged her shoulders and left your room. Shrugging your own shoulders you turned back to your laptop to finish typing up your letter.