Hello~ I don't own KNB. Flames are duly noted, but nothing will be changed until NaNoWriMo is over.
Warnings: Slight!Future!AU, Un-beta'd, mature language, high school idiocy
"Alright Dakota, we're playing 'Marry, Fuck, Kill'! Your choices are Justin Timberlake, Lionel Messi, and Tom Daley."
Groaning, a girl with long, flaming red hair brings her head away from the window.
"Decisions, decisions. I'd marry Tom, no doubt. Fuck JT, and kill Messi. He's a jackass." the girl replied as she scratched her nose. The girl who asked the question laughed
"Better get used to it girly or you're gonna have a bad time playing this game," the girl said as she began to shake Dakota.
"Quit it Nika!" Dakota exclaimed as she swatted feebly at the girl. She looked down to her hands, trying to think of a tough group of people. When she looked up, she saw Nika's bright blue eyes uncomfortably close to her face.
"No."
Nika laughed and brushed her shoulder length blonde hair over her shoulder. She began to play with a curl as Dakota oriented herself.
The two girls were on the last leg of their journey from their hometowns in America to their host families in Japan. The girls had met during orientation and had been attached at the hip ever since.
Realizing that Dakota wasn't going to respond to her challenge, she tried a different approach to relieve her boredom. "Can I do your hair?" Nika was obsessed with doing Dakota's hair. She had donated her hair to charity and missed doing fun and funky things with it. Dakota didn't mind.
"Go for it," the red-head girl shrugged. She not-so-secretly like when people played with her hair, plus, she got a cute hairstyle out of it so she wasn't complaining.
As Nika moved her hair around so she could style it, Dakota's neck and top of her back became visible. The beginnings of images such as birds and scenery became visible. If you looked down her arm, you could see the ends of her half-sleeves. On her feet and ankles small bits of ink were visible over the tops of her Vans. With her hair removed from her ears, you could see small tattoos behind them.
Nika let out a low whistle, "I keep on forgetting how beautiful your tattoos are."
"It helps when your mom owns a tattoo parlor," Dakota replied with a small smirk.
"Yeah, whatever. My parents would flip if I ever got a tattoo."
"I thought you're afraid of needles."
"That too."
Both girls laughed until the train finally pulled up to the security exit.
"Where do you think she is?" Momoi Satsuki asked her parents as she walked searched the baggage claim for a girl that might be her exchange student.
"Sa-chan, these things take time. She'll be here when she gets here," her mother softly chided, when in reality the older pinkette was searching for the girl just as hard as her daughter was.
A sharp blaring of a baggage carousel jolted the Momois out of their search. The screen of the carousel to their left lit up with neat kanji 'Los Angeles, CA, USA'.
A large mob of people suddenly spilled out of the concourse. Many of them looked to be around the same age as Satsuki. Then, the harsh sound of English filled their ears.
"She must be somewhere in that crowd!" Satsuki lamented. How will they ever find one girl in the crush of loud American high schoolers?!
As the two women tried to escape the unruly mess of people, Satsuki crashed in to some one, knocking them both to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" she cried as she pulled herself up. She then began to bow profusely.
"It's no big deal," a female voice replied as the person she slammed into picked themselves up from the floor. The two strangers looked at each other.
"Ehhhhhhhh?!" The stranger that Satsuki had barrelled in to was no other than Seirin High School's own demon coach, Aida Riko.
"What are you doing here?" Momoi asked, her voice full of contempt.
"Picking up the exchange student that's staying with my father and I," the older high schooler replied.
"I guess we're in the same boat."
The girls stood there in a slightly uncomfortable silence. Aida hadn't quite gotten over the many derogatory comments Momoi had made in the past and Momoi didn't really want to make conversation with her senior after the defeats Touou suffered at Seirin's hands.
'I hope she hurries.' the girls thought as the want to escape the situation increased for both parties.
"Where is my god-damned bag?!" Nika cried as scanned the conveyor belt for her bag. "I swear to god, I've seen that frickin' bag four times already but my bag is no where to be seen!"
From where she sat on her rolling suitcase, Dakota laughed at her friend's misfortune. She already had her two pieces of luggage along with her backpack. Nika was looking for her duffel bag which seems to have been lost in Narnia.
Dakota let her eyes roam around the baggage claim area. There were people everywhere. Host families, business people, and randoms. She began to run scenarios in her head. What meeting her host family would be like, her first day of school, school clubs, festivals...
"Eureka! I found it!" she heard her friend exclaim exuberantly.
"Finally!" Dakota replied jokingly. She rose from her perch and collected her belongings. The girls linked arms and began their search for their host families.