New story New OC. This takes place somewhere in the middle of the second season of the Originals and in the 1900s. This will be an Elijah/OC fan fic and the first couple chapters will be their bac

Hope you enjoy it

Japan 1902

Miko stared at the door to her bedroom with more than a little impatience. At ten years old she didn't know why she was still sent to her room when her father had his business meetings. She sat still on her bed with her legs crossed. She had been sitting like this for two hours and she was getting rather hungry as it was dinner time. Her father had warned her several times to never come out of her room during a business meeting but her father also had a tendency to forget that she was in her room and Lisa, her nanny, had been sent home for the evening. She swung her legs back and forth waiting, her patent leather shoes gleamed in the electric lighting.

She waited another thirty minutes and then got up from her bed and walked to the door. She put her head to it first to see if she could hear anything but it was pointless so she turned the knob slowly and tried to be as quiet as she could. She walked to a mirror in the hall and smoothed her already perfectly crisp dress and made sure her hair was in order.

There was no way for her to get to their kitchen without first passing through the grand living room where her father would be with whoever he was talking business with. He would be angry that she was walking through the living room, he would be even angrier if she didn't look nice. She smoothed her topknot bun that was as tight as any ballerina she had seen. Her black/brown course hair always kept clean and neat. Her Father was full Japanese and her mother was mostly Japanese with a little Chinese in her line. Her face was a little rounder than the average Japanese girl. She was always made fun of at school for that. Her Dark eyes stared back at her as she inspected her clean face and unblemished clothes. She nodded at herself and took a deep breath.

The walk through the living room was always a gamble. Her father would sometimes say something to reprimand in front of company or sometimes he would wait until they were gone. Her father had never hit her but sometimes the stare and the disappointment were enough to make her wish he would have. Though he was never a violent man he just had very high standards which, Miko as the only child, was always very aware of. She peeked her head in the living room to see her father and a very handsome man who looked more American than anything drinking something by the fireplace and talking. She reassured herself that she was willing to accept the consequences of getting food and stepped out into the tiled area where she was no longer hidden by a wall.

They didn't notice her at first as she moved across the floor swiftly and silently. But it was not to be as easy as that. She was almost to the other side of the room. She could see the entryway that went into the kitchen and the dark stained cabinets that held the food that she was in need of when her father's sharp tone called to her in Japanese. She stood straight and froze in place.

"Miko Hashira." He said calmly and that frightened her even more than his angry voice. She turned slowly and bowed to both of them.

"Father." She responded

"What are you doing out of your room?" He asked sternly.

"I am going to the kitchen." She said to him. Not wanting to state that she was hungry in front of the stranger.

"What if you have offended my special guest?" He asked and she turned to the man standing next to her father.

"Sir, I am very sorry to have offended you." She bowed deeply.

"Oh Katashi she hasn't offended me. It's nice to meet your family." She sat down in a chair next to the fireplace and motioned for her to come forward. She looked at her father who nodded to her. She walked up about a foot from him and then stopped.

"Sir." She said and bowed again respectfully knowing her father was watching her every move.

"I am Elijah Mikealson." He said nodding his head. He didn't however offer his hand. He didn't sound American. He sounded a little English. Americans and English usually offered their hand to shake as a greeting. Her English language specialist had taught her this. They were more physically open than the Japanese or Chinese culture was. However this man nodded at her in a friendly way.

"Miko." She said returning his nod. She stared at him and he stared right back at her. His brown eyes looked as if they were searching for something. Though she was unsure of what he could be looking for in her. His hair was done perfectly and he was dressed sharply in an American style. However she couldn't quite pinpoint his accent.

"Where are you from?" She asked quite forwardly and her father's eyes went wide. The man named Elijah laughed.

"Somewhere very far away." He said smiling at her in a kind sort of way.

"Your clothes are American." She said.

"Miko!" Her father said to her But Elijah smiled again and shook his head at her father.

"Oh she's fine. She's trying to get to the bottom of something." He said "I admire her spirit. Yes my clothes are American I live in America."

"But you are not from America." She stated "originally."

"No not originally." He said and his smile crept up his face.

"How long have you lived in America?" She asked

"Forty years." He said flatly. She nodded at him. She knew he wasn't lying. She could see in his face that he wasn't a liar. However he didn't appear to be older than his late twenties.

"Hm." She said nodding.

"I am very old." He said smiling at her.

"Yes I can feel that is true." She said staring into his eyes again. "The soul in your eyes have seen too many things." She looked him over once more. "I like your pocket square." She said finally and he chuckled. He reached for the handkerchief in his pocket and pulled it out. It was a deep purple silk with a white patter printed onto it. He handed it to her and she took it feeling the soft material with her fingers.

"My gift to you Miko. Your Father has raised a fine daughter and it was my pleasure to meet you." He smiled at her again and she thought when she grew a little she wouldn't mind being married to him.

"Thank you." She said smiling a little herself but wiped it form her face quickly. She bowed deeply again and stepped back. She looked to her father who nodded at her and she turned and walked the rest of the way to the kitchen with the silk handkerchief clenched in her hand.

First chapter of their first meeting. Hope you enjoyed it.