I wrote this a very long time ago, I found it the other day and decided to re-write it. So here it is! All feedback is appreciated.

Kimiko threw herself down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Ignoring the suitcase she was supposed to be packing for her flight later on that night. The last three weeks had been a blur, and for that she was thankful.

Exactly three weeks ago today, her mother had died. On her way to work as normal, Kaori Takashima had been hit by a speeding drunk driver. After being operated on for over five hours, the doctors had done all that they could and she passed away the following morning.

Her aunt had come from Kyoto to stay with her after that. Between grieving for her mother and helping with the funeral arrangements, Kimiko also had to decide whether she wanted to move to Kyoto with her aunt or to Hong Kong with her father, Toshiro Tohomiko. CEO and founder of Tohomiko Electronics, the largest electronics company to date and also a complete stranger to her. Before the reading of her mother's will, Kimiko hadn't even known the man's name.

However, at the reading of her mother's will, Kimiko's choice was made for her; she would live with her father as all custody rights had been given to him. If her aunt wanted to contest this she could, but under the looming threat of world class lawyers and a potentially expensive lawsuit, her aunt had conceded and Kimiko was left with no choice. After her mother's funeral she would leave Japan for Hong Kong where her father was currently residing to improve his business.

The funeral was a small quiet affair. All of those in attendance had been a large part of both Kimiko's and her mother's life, all except one person. Her father. The funeral had been the first time she'd seen him. At her mother's grave, after everyone had left, he introduced himself quietly and told her that he'd pick her up at four that afternoon before stalking off.

Shifting her focus from the ceiling to the clock on the adjacent wall Kimiko gave a loud sigh and stood up again. Ten minutes until he came for her.

Commoner turned princess she thought sourly as she took a glance around her bedroom. The once vibrant purple room now had its walls stripped bare and was devoid of any personal possessions. Deciding that she was done, she zipped up her suitcase and took it out into the main hallway of the apartment where the rest of her luggage was.

"Hime-chan, are you hungry?" her aunt asked softly from the kitchen

"Please don't call me that" Kimiko replied picking up a picture frame and depositing it into one of her suitcases "And not really"

"You haven't eaten today and you've got a long flight ahead of you. Please eat something" her aunt had a point. However, Kimiko truly had no desire to eat, especially with her stomach full of knots.

"No thank you, besides he is going to be here soon." Her aunt padded over the carpeted floor and enveloped her in a tight hug.

"Everything is going to be fine." She kissed the top of her forehead "You can still come to Kyoto in the holidays" Tears staring rolling down Kimiko's cheeks, "And in two years when you're eighteen you can move back to Japan." Their embrace was broken by a harsh knock on the door.

"Oh God! He's here" Kimiko broke down into full fledged sobs. Kimiko's aunt quickly opened the door and gave her niece another tight hug.

Toshiro Tohomiko was a rather short man in his late thirties. Tanned skin, jet black hair with equally black eyes to match, a stark contrast daughter with her blue eyes and milky coloured skin. His rigid posture, pristine appearance and weary look obviously showed he was very much outside his comfort zone. The two crying women didn't help matters either. Kimiko, he decided, took after her grandmother rather than her own parents. While this wouldn't be an issue as it was quite a common occurrence, the blue eyes would cause quite the stir. Exceptional in Asians and relatively uncommon in most others, her parentage would undoubtedly be questioned and the media would speculate. Media speculation was something he didn't need at the moment. He knew his surprise heiress would garner a lot of attention from the media, but any reason to doubt her heritage. That would be chaotic.

Need to get Pedrosa to control this he thought to himself and looked over at the two women who currently had a death grip on each other This situation needs to be controlled first.

"Err, hello?" he said awkwardly, clearing his throat. His address however went unnoticed as his daughter and ex-sister in-law continued their hysterics. Realising he wouldn't get a response, he signalled to his driver to start removing his daughter's luggage. Worriedly he looked at the time; they had two hours before their flight.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have minded missing the flight, but he and Kimiko had a meeting with the headmaster of her new school. As she was enrolled late and the school was full, he had to pay a hefty sum to get her a place. They couldn't afford to get to Hong Kong a day later. His daughter had a lot resting on this interview.

"Excuse me, Kimiko, Misa" He said tentatively "I know this is a very emotional departure, but we have to leave." Once again, he went unheard. Sighing, he walked through the threshold of the apartment and laid a firm hand on Kimiko's shoulder. She turned and looked up at him, tears still gathered in her eyes.

"We have to go," a few stray tears ran down Kimiko's cheeks and he let out heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Five more minutes, I'll be waiting in the car." Releasing her shoulder, he took a quick glance of the apartment and his expression turned into one of disdain. A Tohomiko shouldn't have to live in such squalor, especially not for sixteen years. Shaking his head, he picked up the last suitcase and made his way to his car.

Five minutes later, Kimiko, still wracked by the occasional sob, made her way out of her apartment. As she stood outside her father's car, she gave one last longing look at the place she'd called home for the last sixteen years and turned to face her father sitting in the car. He was drinking what she assumed was champagne out of a glass, leaning back into the leather upholstery of the car. The driver held open the door for her to get in.

Kimiko took a deep breath, as soon as she got in this car, she would start her new life. Her apartment, her friends, her job, her aunt, her mother. All things of the past, unwelcome in her new life of drivers, maids, cooks and butlers. She took a moment to picture her mother's smiling face and then she did it. Kimiko entered the car and left behind everything she'd ever known until now. This was no longer her home and she was no longer a Takashima. Kimiko Tohomiko got settled in the car and began the first leg of her journey to Hong Kong.

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