Well, I've always wanted to make a Michiko to Hatchin fanfiction, so here it is. The title may be clear after a couple chapters.
This is basically about 4 years before the ending of the original series, Hatchins' last family before she grew up - I guess I'm sort of "filling in" some things that happened between the time lapse in the episodes. (So Hatchin is 13 here, assuming she was about 17 in the end. :/) I plan for it to be at least 7-8 chapters long, I'll have to see how it goes.
(May contain a few spoilers, if you haven't watched the whole series.)
- Lastly, I don't own Michiko to Hatchin or the original characters in it. (With the exception of my few OC's.)
Thanks for anyone who reads it. :D
C h a p t e r : 1 || Meet your new Parents
"This is Miranda Villaz, and this is her husband Jules," Said the rather short, middle aged tan nun with a faded black headpiece. "From now on, they'll be your new foster parents." The young girl with poofy blonde curls, almost about 13, didn't seem to even strike an emotion. She had been through more houses and foster parents faster than any normal child changes their socks. But this girl was far from normal. Her life was never really normal.
The two adults standing before her, however, looked normal. The woman was paler than most, with dark blonde hair that set on her face with wavy locks, and wore an outfit that looked way too much outdated for modern times. The man – that was taller than her – had brown, almost black, choppy short hair and a wrinkled dress shirt and slacks. He looked much more relaxed than his wife beside him, and they both seemed to be decent people. But looks are sometimes deceiving, she well knew. All she hoped was that she wouldn't stay with them for long – she had become a rather independent pre-teen in her recent years. She liked fending for herself, nowadays – being free and going wherever the road takes her. Unfortunately, she was still a child in the eyes of society, and all she could do was go along with the scenarios.
The nun patted her back, indicating that she should introduce herself. "O-oh, um, hi...my name is Hatchin." She looked down at the ground, hammering her self esteem. "Pleased to meet you." The adults both made a polite smile in return. "Alight Hatchin, go upstairs and get your things. Mr. and Mrs. Villaz will be outside waiting for you." Gently pushing their backs, the nun gracefully corrected the already awkward moment, and Hatchin walked up the stairs in a moderate tempo.
"Your leaving...already!" A tan girl with a light freckled face watered her eyes in the sudden decision. Hatchin shrugged her shoulders and picked up her brown, abused suitcase. The girl beside her wasn't really much of a friend, just someone to talk to for the 6 months she resided in the orphanage. She had to admit though, it was annoying to go from one place to the next. When was Michiko going to get out of jail? Was she lying? Did they kill her? She promised she'd come back...
"Well, at least give me a hug, Hana Morenos!" The girl demanded, thrusting her hands on her hips. "That's Hatchin Villaz, to you as of now." Hatchin smirked, throwing away her old surname from her father, including her real name. She then submitted to the emotional hug, and the girl started making a loud bawl. "I can't believe I'll never see you again..." She said sniffing in between gaps. "I doubt that, I'll probably see you around." Hatchin waved and trudged out the door and into her new life.
Miranda Villaz, the soon-to-be foster mother, was getting antsy, and shaking in her seat out of all the excitement. "Are you...Ok?" Jules turned his head in his wall-slouching position, crushing his cigarette on the ground. "If anyone should be asking who's 'Ok' here, it should be you Jules!" The woman responded, quickly turning her head to him. "You know you shouldn't bring cigarette's to an orphanage – and why did you feel the need to smoke, hmm? See, I'm not the only one anxious." Jules winced, but refused to answer. He shook his head at his wife – she was so hyperactive and young spirited, but yet he was very serene and mature. Sometimes he doubted that they could ever last another year together. Was adopting really the right thing for them? He wouldn't be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.
The nun seemed to pop back out again, out of nowhere, showing Hatchin the way to the door, even though she could of well walked to it herself. Hatchin tried to hold back her attitude, and also her anxiety to get out of the ridiculous residence. Soon after she was noticed, both parents stood up abruptly, and slapped on smiles on their faces. Hatchin was really beginning to think it was kind of creepy.
"Well, looks like you three will be on your way." The nun said with a tear jerking shriek. The Villaz nodded, waved and hugged, then departured off into their fancy car. Hatchin looked in awe at the shiny piece of metal – it was so well cleaned and a modern model too. "Don't tell me...their super rich." She thought in exasperation. Jules opened the door to the backseat and the young girl slid onto the fine leather seats. When everyone got situated, the man started up the engine and drove onto the dusty road of San Parasio.
The ride was rather quiet for the first 10 minutes, and in every ones' minds, they were scared to even let out a breath with all of the deathly silence. It was only until they reached the wealthy part of the city when Miranda broke the quiet atmosphere. She abruptly turned her head to face Hatchin in a uncomfortable position, and lay her chin on the back of the seat. "So..." She trailed on her 'o''s for a couple of seconds before saying anything worth hearing. "How was your day?" She smiled, awaiting a response from her new child. Jules rolled his eyes in the other direction so no one could see, while Hatchin looked up nervously. "Well, uh...I..." she paused. "Got adopted." Miranda chuckled at Hatchins' humor, and Hatchin tried smile along with the laughter, not intending it to be so much of a joke, but tolerated it. "Well, how about we talk about our lives up until now, then?" Miranda put an index finger on her cheek and thought a bit.
"Well, I'm an artist and Jules is a lawyer." Hatchin glanced over at Jules. His occupation probably would explain the shiny new car. "We're kind of crazy folk – but we're not bad people!" Miranda waved her hands around, "But I really do hope you like it with us. I can't change your mind or anything, but I really do want you to know that we're both exited and nervous about all this..." Her face turned down with a tear in her eye. Hatchin had absolutely no idea what to say – no one's ever really been happy to have her, in a way she felt a little flattered.
Jules turned to his wife, and then made a second immediate glance. "Miranda, are you crying?" He winced. Miranda slowly wiped her tears away and faced Hatchin again at the back seat with a smile. "So, how about you tell us about you! Your favorite things, stuff like that..." Hatchin thought for a minute. Her favorite things? Well, she never actually thought about that. Squinting her eyes, she tried to imagine all the things she liked. "Well, I guess I like food – but not enough to make me fat or anything, I just kind of like cooking. When I get older, maybe I'd like to set up my own restruant. And sometimes I like to read, especially fiction. I'm not that great at reading but I really like to try..." Hatchin looked back up to her new foster mother and then made a sheepish shrug. "I guess that's all I can think of."
A huge smile came across Miranda's face. "Wow, that's a great introduction actually! I'm horrible at introductions. Oh! - We have a library in our house, so whenever you want to read a book, just go in there." To Hatchin, Miranda's attention seemed to go from one topic to the next. But it wasn't really a problem to her, she seemed like a decent lady. "That's wonderful, thank you." Hatchin blushed a little.
"A Restruant, eh? That's good thinking, it's not very often you see children your age thinking about their future. And it's realistic, too. You can make decent money doing that in San Paraiso – or just wherever you plan to, that is." It was the first time Hatchin had really heard Jules' voice at such a clear tone. He seemed to be completely silent. Miranda started to laugh. "You're right Jules, ha, when I was 12 all I could think about was my wedding! Or being a princess...I can't remember, but it was something funny." She playfully hit Jules. "I guess that's what normal kids think of." Hatchin thought, remorsefully. She had been through so much just at the age of 9 – and in fact a wedding was something that she never spent too much time thinking about. Looking out the window, she perceived all the objects passing by and the large houses in the community, trying to bash away the thought. "Is their house as big as these ones over here...?" She spent most of the ride thinking about the house, and the library.
...Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Somehow. XD