Hey guys! These are the edited chapters for this story, so I hope it's a bit better. To those who are new, welcome! I hope you enjoy the story.
"Father, I don't understand," Kyoya says. He was standing in his father's office, trying to keep his composure. "What is the point of this?"
Mr. Ootori sat with his hands folded on top of his desk. He studied his youngest son calmly. "I cannot make myself clearer," he says.
"But what is the point?" Kyoya asks.
Mr. Ootori bit back a smile. Leave it to Kyoya to ask the right questions. "The point is, you are in charge of her well-being while she is here. I do not expect her to stay long, just long enough for some…problems to be dealt with. I expect you to accompany her to and from school, with an armed guard. And should any…problems come up, you are to notify the school security immediately."
Kyoya listened carefully for anything different in his father's voice, but there was nothing but business man in it. "And why is this girl so important to the American government?"
"That would be between the American government and myself," Mr. Ootori says with finality in his tone. "I'm sworn to secrecy, even from my own sons. She will be gone by February, I promise."
Seeing that he truly had no other choice, Kyoya nodded. "Very well father, I will do as you ask." And with that, he walked out of the office.
"Excuse me, are you miss Alexandria Wright?" a stocky looking chauffeur asked, looking down at Alex with a kind, polite smile.
"That's me," she tells him. She was hugging her journal to herself in one hand and gripping her carry on in the other. She had to mentally tell herself to speak in Japanese. Even though she was very good at it, she wasn't used to speaking in it regularly.
The man smiled. "Please, follow me. The car is waiting."
Trying to keep herself from trembling, Alex followed him. She wasn't surprised that her new host family wasn't greeting her. From what she'd been told, they couldn't be bothered with her. They had more important, rich people things to do than to make sure she got there in person.
The man led her to a long limousine. He took her bag from her and opened the door for me. Steeling her nerves, she climbed into the car.
she opened her journal to write, but she couldn't focus on the words. instead, she stared out the window, watching the scenery go by the window and thinking about where she was going. her new family is supposed to be the most well protected families in the country. for her sake, she hoped so.
A man was waiting outside of the house with two guards, his hands clasped behind his back, and his glasses reflecting the light. He had dark brown hair and a stern looking demeanor. Already, Alex was starting to feel panicky. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Just get through this, she tells herself. You can do it.
Closing her journal and slipping her pen into her messenger bag, one of her last gifts from her sister, she stepped out of the car.
Watching from his two story room, Kyoya studied the girl. From here, he couldn't make out much detail, but he could tell that she was thin. She had dark auburn hair that reflected in the sun, and skin that was darkened from the sun. She wore plain jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. She clutched something that looked like a book to her chest and she wore a messenger bag with some kind of design stitched into the front of it.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Master Kyoya, Miss Wright is here," Sarrii said. "Your father has requested that you and your brothers greet her downstairs."
"Yes, thank you Sarrii," Kyoya says, turning away from the window and following the maid to the living room.
The house was…well, huge. It had three stories, at least, and it gleamed in the sun. It was a roundish building with windows everywhere. There were cherry blossom trees on the front lawn, though because they weren't in bloom, they were bare.
Alex approached the men on the front walk slowly, trying to tell herself that she was okay. This was only temporary. Every family she stays with is only temporary.
"Alexandria," the man in the middle said as she approached, making her freeze where she stood.
"Yes," she says.
He studied her a moment. "You're not as clean as I would have liked, but I can see that they did good work on you. With the right clothes and perhaps some makeup, you'll be able to pass for the upper class." His voice was cold, distant. Calculating.
Alex forced herself to stay where she was standing, though really wanting to run as far away as possible. "Yes, sir," she says politely.
"And how well are you at speaking Japanese?" he asked.
Alex bowed her head. "I am very capable of speaking Japanese, however because it is not my native language, it does not come as naturally to me."
He nodded, obviously pleased that was one thing that he didn't have to worry about. "And what of table manners?"
Alex bit back the sudden flash of annoyance. What, did this guy think that she was raised by wolves? "I am very well educated Mr. Ootori," she says in a calm and controlled voice.
"Good. I shall expect nothing less, do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Ootori," Alex responds.
He nods and steps back, allowing a path to the front door. "Then if you will follow me, I will show you your new home."
Kyoya was probably just as surprised as his brothers at the girls' beauty.
She had bright blue eyes that stood out against her tanned skin. Her hair looked almost black when light wasn't hitting it, and her shirt hugged her body. There was something about her, though, that almost ruined the image. She allowed her hair to fall into her face, like she was trying to hide behind it.
"Alexandria, these are my sons. Akito, Yuuichi and Kyoya. Kyoya goes to the same high school that you will be attending, so you will be expected to come to and from school together." Ootori says without looking at her.
"Yes sir," Alexandria answers without looking at either Kyoya or his father. Kyoya could feel her gaze, though, when he wasn't looking.
After a moment of awkward silence, Akito stepped forward. "Welcome to our home Alexandria," he says. "I hope you will enjoy your time here."
Alexandria seemed slightly taken aback. She even looked up at him. "Th-thank you," she stutters, offering him a small, polite smile. "And please, call me Alex. Everyone else does." She seemed slightly surprised at her own words.
Akito took it in stride, as he always does. "I will," he says with a smile.
Just then, the phone that was clipped to Mr. Ootori's belt chimed. He took it out and studied it a moment before replacing it. "I apologize, but something has come up at the office, and I must attain to it immediately. Alexandria, follow me to your room. Sarii can take it from there."
Nodding, Alex followed him, her hair falling back into her face to make a curtain between herself and the rest of them.
Alex's first impression of her room: giant.
There was a living area, complete with a set of couches and a flat screen TV, a dresser that came up to her waist that took up almost an entire wall, plus a walk-in closet. There was an entire wall of just windows that looked out onto the garden, and on closer inspection, she saw that they were doors that led into the garden. A set of stairs led up to a loft where the bed was, along with an arm chair and a shelf above the bed that was built into the wall.
As Alex and Mr. Ootori walked into the room, she took all of this in, trying to hide just how surprised she was. It took her a moment to notice that there was a small woman standing in her room, smiling at her. She had a round face with kind brown eyes and blonde hair. She smiled kindly at Alex, who avoided her gaze.
"Alexandria, this is Sarrii, our head maid. Should you need anything, please ask her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll let you settle in," Mr. Ootori said before leaving.
"Well!" the maid said in a bubbly voice. "It's so nice to have you here, miss. Do you need any help unpacking?"
That was probably an understatement. The room was filled with boxes that had been sent in advance of her arrival. Books and pictures filled most of them, as Alex didn't have much need for a whole lot of clothes. Most of the time, people didn't notice if she wore the same jeans for a month. Here, however, she felt that it would probably be a sin to do such a thing. She made a mental note to fix that, if she could.
Now, she didn't expect to stay long. She never did. She was surprised that she was able to collect this many things in New York before she was moved here. Then again, Molly had given most of it to her from Good Will's and thrift shops around the area. Almost everything she had was a hand-me-down. Even her beloved camera wasn't new. They'd long since stopped making the model, but she was too stubborn to get a new one. Not that she had the money for it, anyway. Besides, her and this camera had been through a lot.
And even though Sarrii looked like a very nice woman, Alex needed time to soak all of this in.
She cleared her throat. "Actually, I think I'd rather have some time to myself. You know, jet leg and all."
Sarrii nodded in sympathy. "I understand sweetie. Just yell if you need anything." she patted Alex gently on the shoulder, almost making her jump, even though there was nothing threatening in her gesture. And if she noticed Alex's unease, she didn't show it.
Once Alex was alone, she sat down heavily on the couch. Was she really here? In Japan? In a rich family's house? Was she really going to start at a new, fancy, rich school tomorrow? It just didn't seem real.
Slowly, she started to make her way through the boxes. Most of them were filled with books. She took out a few of her favorites and set them on the shelf above her bed. The rest she left in their boxes, seeing that she would never have enough room for all of them.
She unpacked some of her little trinkets and set them on the dresser. She had a few tiny statues of owls and wolves, two of her favorite animals. She added pictures to it, the ones she had framed. There was the one of her and her choir friends that they'd given her before she left as a good-bye present. The frame said "Music is in the Heart" one of their favorite sayings. Around it and on the back, they'd all written little messages to her, telling her how she had to stay in touch and tell them how Japan was and what kind of music they had here and that she better keep up singing or else they were going to come for her. Then there was a similar one from the orchestra she had been a part of, and another from her acting group. There was the one taken of all of the kids in her last foster home, all of the kids smiling at the camera, even Evan, who rarely smiled. Alex's own face smiled up at her from the picture, wedge between the two little girls who lived there.
Alex's heart ached looking at them. She already missed them so much. She made a mental note to send pictures and letters to everyone that she could.
There were the pictures of the ones Ally and Adam had sent to her over the years—Ally pretending to lean against the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Adam at the mast of a giant ship, doing the Titanic pose, his arms open wide like he was going to give someone a huge hug, his hair blowing in the wind. Some of her favorite pictures of her brother and sister. Her most favorite thing about them, though, were the little quirky notes her siblings had written on the photos.
Shaking her head at them, she unpacked the little clothes she had, only to see that the drawers were already stocked full of clothes. Frilly looking shirts and dresses ad designer jeans. Sighing, she added her own, ratter New York clothes to them, knowing that she would want to be comfortable at some point in her life. Looking into the closet, she found a series of pale yellow dresses, black shoes under them and white stockings in a drawer next to them. Her school uniform, she guessed. Great.
Sighing, she moved on to more boxes, finding more little statues and pictures. Then she found a small box filled with her CD collection. Feeling some relief, she went over to the TV, putting a CD into the DVD player and hitting play. Immediately, soothing music started to play from the speakers. She turned it down so that it was only background music, but she felt better having it there.
She went back to work unpacking, wishing she was back home, wherever that may be.
Kyoya was working on some Host Club things in his room when he heard the music.
It was soft, muffled, but it was there. Frowning, he stood and walked into the hallway, wondering where it was coming from.
The door next to his was cracked open slightly, light pouring out of it. That was where the music was coming from.
Completely confused, Kyoya inched closer. As far as he knew, the room next to his was an empty guest room. Tamaki had stayed in it a number of times. As he pushed open the door slightly, he saw that the room was now filled with boxes. The music was coming from a disc that was playing in the DVD player. On one side of the room, Alex was unpacking the backpack she'd brought with her from America. She set an old looking laptop on the desk along with a camera. She was humming along to the music, and he could see that she was smiling a little.
Perplexed, Kyoya continued to watch her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she pulled out another thing from her bag. It looked like a picture frame. She sighed looking down at it, her face sad.
"I've made it to Japan, Mom," she says in English. "Just like you always wanted. I only wish we were here together."
The look on Alex's face was so sad and so…naked. Kyoya felt as if he were seeing something he shouldn't, so he gently closed the door and headed back to his room, thinking about what he had just seen.
Well there you are! hope you liked it.
Thanks for reading and please review!