Chapter 1

*When the characters are speaking, italics mean English and regular mean Japanese. *

This is my first EVER Fanfiction, so be kind when reviewing and stuff. Um, so that's it.

Chapter 1

Ahh, fresh Japanese air. I glanced at my new apartment complex (I had bought it) smiled in triumph. I was finally free from my controlling and suffocating family. I dropped my box at my feet and reached in my pocket to open unlock my door.

Glancing up at the sky, I felt a new sense of urgency. Tomorrow I started working at Kanto Library—as the psychologist for the Task Force. Commander Inamine though it would be a good idea. Seeing as the Task Force sometimes had to end others' lives, he had to make sure that they were as fit inside as they were outside. And that was my job.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Charlie (I'm a girl and that's not my real name) Granger. I'm sixteen, African American, and tall, 5'9 to be exact. You must be wondering how I could become a psychologist at sixteen. Well, truth be told I'm a genius—or so I'm told. I finished high school and am enrolled in college. I came to Japan because I wanted to get away from my family and Commander Inamine offered me this job. So here I am.

I walked into the darkened room with my box. I remembered to take off shoes at the entrance. I walked around a bit, getting a feel for the place.

"Granger-san! Where can we put the rest of your things?" , the moving guy asked.

"Um, just bring the rest upstairs," I called back.

The man and his crew climbed up the stairs and I showed them where my apartment was. They set my stuff down by the down and left. "We'll be back tomorrow, with the furniture you ordered," the moving man said as he left and closed the door behind him.

The room felt empty, probably because I hadn't unpacked anything. Well, that could wait. I was dying to get a new video game for my PlayStation. I grabbed my key and left the apartment after locking up. On the way here, I had seen a video game store.

After about ten minutes of walking, I saw to white vans parked right next to each other. Strange, I thought. I shrugged my shoulders and wrote it off as nothing. As I entered the store, I grew ecstatic. I hadn't gotten a game in over a year, and here I was, able to go shopping for whatever I wanted. I drifted over to the fantasy section. 'Sailor Moon: The Falling Star', I read as I picked a promising game off the rack.

"No! Give it back!",the cry broke through the peace. I rushed to the source of it. Instantly I saw the disgusting red uniforms that belonged to the MBC—Media Betterment Committee. They tried to censor anything they didn't like. They disgusted me. I was about to help the child when a tall blond woman with short hair busted into the scene. Immediately I recognized her uniform. She was with the Task Force. As I did a quick glance over, I noticed the fiery determination in her eyes. I liked that. She would make an interesting colleague.

"Kasahara Iku! First Rank Librarian!" I listened as she yelled her rank. I started to chuckle. Even I knew that she was brand new, that her rank meant she was basically a rookie. I giggled when a triumphant look spread across her face. After about a second of this, I decided to go in to help her, when a hand grabbed my shoulder.

I spun around and gasped.

"Hand over that game you have," he said. It was an MBC member. So bullying children wasn't enough? Well, that was okay with me. But after this, he was going to wish he had left me alone.

"Did I something wrong?" I asked in my most innocent voice.

The brute growled. "Darn it. It's a foreigner," he made motions to grab the game. "Just give me the game."

I clutched it to my chest and watched earnestly as his hand followed my hands. I had to stop myself from licking myself in anticipation. Just where I want you, I thought.

"Aieeeee! The man is trying to touch my chest!" I screamed. Instantly he backed away in disbelief.

"That wasn't what I was trying to do," he stuttered.

"Someone call the police!" I screamed. It was about time that I started the water works. Tears streamed down my face.

The MBC guy growled again and called his men to retreat. In a minute the store was devoid of anyone wearing red. I smiled in satisfaction. A few seconds later, a short man with black hair, a tall man smiling with blond hair, and a bear-like man entered the store. They wore the same uniform as that Kasahara girl. I assumed that they were on the Task Force. Immediately the short man started yelling at Kasahara-san.

I quietly made my way to the checkout counter to return the game.

"Don't you want it? I mean, you fought for it," the clerk asked.

"Nah, I was only looking at it anyway," I answered as I slid it on the counter.

"But then why not give it to him?" he asked.

"Oh, it was because he was annoying and had to be taught a lesson," I said simply and walked toward the exit.

I slowed down because I had myself come up in conversation.

"Anyway, the MBC was way out of line today. I heard a girl screaming that he was about to touch her. When I turned to look at her, she looked like a foreigner," Kasahara-san said.

"That aside, how did you know she was a foreigner?" one of the men asked.

"Well, she had caramel-like skin," she answered sheepishly.

"Ok. But we can't do anything. She has to report it yourself," the same man sighed. "Well, it's time to get back to the base." I heard the automatic door open and the scuttle of footsteps get quieter.

Well, I thought as I walked into the evening, that was an interesting way to begin life in Japan. I hope the people I work with are this entertaining. I chuckled toward my new apartment.