A TMM fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any current connections with TMM and MMP.
1. Arrival.
Tokyo, Japan; my new home city. I never really thought that I'd have to move from Yamagata. Even though it was still in Japan, I presently missed my neighbours—despite the fact that I'd have to take a fifteen minute walk until I reached the next house—Growing up there was like a dream, but at least I could still visit often. That was the main part.
My father had gotten a new job as a client in one of the school destricts, I could hardly let him down. I wasn't alone, no doubt about that, I travelled within the company of my mother, and little sister Pepper.
"Ginger, sweetie." Hitomi, my mother, managed to snap me out of my reverie. Sometimes, people were hardly successful. Once in one of my reverie's, it's like a vortex; the only way out is to unleash the spiral. "We'll be arriving at the house soon," she assured me, as if I was blind. It was prophetic that we were coming to the end of our journey; the car was slowing, houses appeared from behind the highway. Finally, before long, the moving van and car came to a halt.
Outside, the sun shone onto my vampire complexion. Even though the sun was too be expected in Japan sometimes, a sun tan was never one of my goals. Occasionally sitting out in the sun on purpose for too long was guarenteed, but whenever burning marks appeared on my skin, my legs race back indoors.
As expected, I would have neighbours. The houses were detached from each other, having their own little space, the side walls belonging to other estates not airtight or glued together with another.
A girl with carmine hair—just a little lighter than my own—stood outside with five other girls.
Her hair was tied back into pigtails with burgundy ribbons, a collar with a bell attached in the middle was latched around her neck. The grey number she was wearing had puffy sleeves on the middy of her dress. My best guess was that it was her school uniform. To add more style to the outfit, a medium sized bow tie, that matched the color of her hair seemingly, pinned to the upper part of the dress; right in the middle. Her brown eyes shining as if she'd just heard some adequate news.
The girl who stood next to her was one and a half head taller, that was my estimate. Her sleek raven hair waved gracefully in the sunlight. As if her locks were waving goodbye to jealous hair cosmetics that were no longer needed. Her eyes were an opaque purple, you could almost use them as a mirror to compose your appearance and features. She wore a striped tank top and trousers. Around her neck, was a choker necklace, engraved with her name; Zakuro. No wonder I'd recognised her before! This, was Zakuro Fujiwara. Model, singer, and actress. Every girls dream, and every boys dream-girl.
One girl who had midnight blue hair and a shade lighter for eyes; was fussing over something to the little onee-chan who had blonde hair, children hair. She fooled around like a little monkey, her brooding brown, child-like eyes flaring with excitement. The one who had green hair and blue eyes hidden beneath her glasses, was, I guessed the peace-maker. She was trying to calm down the little onee-chan while the other girl with back-length blonde hair, dark russet eyes and a peach complexion, talked with pinky.
I climbed out of the vehicle, a spasm of jealousy hiding inside. As soon as my feet hit the asphalt, all eyes were staring into my dark carnelian irises. The chauffeur took my suit cases from the back of the car, carrying them towards the house.
"Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry but, this is all we could find on such short notice." A woman with ginger hair tied back into a pony-tail came up along side my mother, helping her up to the pavement as if she would need her hospitality. Not in a mean way of course. I smoothed down my dress, squared my shoulders, and traversed from the pavement, to the door. Even with my back turned, I could still tell, all eyes were on me.