This occurs when Takashi and Mituskuni are around 12.
The first time I met Morinozuka Takashi, it was the summer I turned 10.
I'm Watanabe Marie Fuyu, half-Japanese, half-British. I have black hair and blue eyes, which are uncommon in Japanese people, but I have them, which makes me a specimen. When I was 10, it was my last few days in Japan. Stating next week, I'd move to London, where my mother is, to study there and hopefully take over the family business. I'll be honest, the only reason that I'd even gone out that summer-day was to experiece Tokyo for one last time before going to London forever.
I wandered the streets of Tokyo alone, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts. I was short for my age, barely 140 cm. I walked around letting the sights and sounds of Tokyo sink in. That was when I bumped into someone. A rather large someone.
"Just because you're tall you can't bully the little people!" I declare, pointing at the perpetrator. The perp is tall with black hair and black eyes and is strangely expressionless.
"I'm sorry" he said, his voice lower than I expected it to be.
"It's my fault!" said a more cheerful voice. A blonde head popped up from behind the tall man's shoulder. The boy, who looked about my age and my height smiled at me.
"How about we buy you lunch as a 'sorry'?" The jumpy blonde asked. I shook my head.
"Fuyu doesn't talk to strangers!" I declare. The blonde boy grins and pulls out a white bunny.
"Do you want to hold Usa-chan?" he asks.
I frown, knowing full-well this is how kidnappers work.
"I'm Haninozuka Mitsukuni" he introduces "and we'll have lunch over there" he added, pointing to the lavish restaurant across the street.
"Fuyu doesn't talk to strangers" I repeat, a little less confidently.
"We won't hurt you" the tall man says. His eyes are sincere. I nod.
"Ok" I agree.
Lunch turns out to be dessert four times over and Mitsukuni and I devour the entire pastry table easily.
"What's your name?" I ask the tall man.
"I'm Morinozuka Takashi" he says. I grin.
"When I grow up, I'm going to marry you!" I inform him. Takashi smiles.
"Sure" he agrees.
Notes:
-It is common for children in Japan to address themselves by their names.
-Japanese people don't usually end-up having blue-eyes due to marrying foreigners, but the exotic factor does sound good, doesn't it?
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