I watched the many buildings of Tokyo pass by and inwardly groaned. This just sucked. I had to abandon my friends to move in with my father, all because of my bitch of a mother. She decided to marry some punk skater who moved around too much to have a eighteen year old girl tagging around. A punk skater that someone like me would date, not my uptight mother! So screw them all.

So now, instead of playing soccer in a field back in America, I was sitting in a car driving to whatever hell my dad lived in. My dad that I hadn't seen in over six years.

Of course, I was also excited. I would get to see my father again. It almost covered up the fact that I was being forced tolive with him even though I was capable of living on my own.

I cracked my knuckles and put on my fingerless gloves as the car I was in drove up to an apartment. My old man sat there, waiting for me to arrive. I put on my best fake smile and got out of the car. He smiled at me, and waved a little. I smiled back, and this time, the smile was slightly real. My dad wasn't that bad actually.

"Hey Katie!" He called.

I felt that burning sensation behind my eyes and ran up to hug him. I hated this place, but I loved my father!

"Dad..." I whispered.

He grinned at me and kissed my cheek. "You've gotten tall Katie."

"Nah, I think you got shorter." I told him.

He smiled and gestured for the chauffer to take my stuff up. For a few minutes I was absolutely happy.

Then, I heard the nasally voice of my half-sister, Becca. My smile cracked and my eyes narrowed. But she just stood there, grinning like an idiot. It pissed me off even more. Especially since she wore some of the most expensive and preppiest clothes I'd ever seen. It was only a bitter reminder that her mother was better than mine.

"Hello, Katie." She said, faking excitement.

"Becca." I spat. She flinched and looked away.

"Now you two, don't start fighting on your first day home."

I nodded. I didn't want to make my father mad, especially on my first day with him. So I grinned at her and waved. She, on the other hand, turned and walked away.

"Was the plane ride nice?" My father asked as we started walking up the stairs.

"A little bumpy." I admitted. But since my father had payed for the new jet, it had only taken four hours. "How's the CC Corp job going?"

My father frowned. He hated working in the department he did, but it was big bucks, so he kept going. Who could blame him for hating 'the World?' It was responsible for putting many people in coma's. That was the exact reason why I refused to play the game.

"It's going... " He muttered, drawing me out of reville.

We walked into an elevator, where he pressed the button for the penthouse.

"I heard about the network crisis. How bad was it?" I asked.

"Horrible. Thousands of people almost died." He whispered.

We stopped talking. What more could we say at that point?

The bell dinged and we stepped out and into the hall just before the penthouse. My dad took his key out and unlocked the door. I looked around in amazement. The place was so huge!

"Like it?" He asked.

"L-like it! I'm in love!" I laughed, and soon my father joined in.

Then someone knocked at the door, disturbing the moment. My father opened the door and grinned.

"Hey, Ryou, what's up?"

"Don't give me that crap old man." The Ryou person said.

"Come in then. I was busy, and unable to get your pay together."

"Yeah, what were you busy with? Watching TV?"

Immediatly I didn't like this boy, so when he came in I stomped over to him and put my finger up to his face. The ribbons from my gloves snapped against his face, making him wince a little.

"Listen up, Ryou," I hissed at him. "Get off my fathers back, okay! He was showing me around the house. So shut up, got it?"

He blinked and looked at me with wide eyes. I looked back, and felt my gaze waver. He was tall, and very good looking. Upon realizing that I was slipping up, I replayed the conversation he'd had with my dad and glared even more.

"S-sorry." He muttered and turned to my dad. "Can I please have my pay for..." He gave me another look. "For my apprenticeship?"

I caught the lie in his eyes, and the understanding in my fathers, but pretended I didn't. It probably wasn't anything important. So I sat on the couch and waited as my dad wrote out the check.

"Thanks Jaren." He said with a bow. "And goodbye..." He stopped as his gaze travelled to me.

"Katie." I told him.

"Goodbye Katie."

Ryou walked out the door and my father cleared his throat.

"Shall I show you to your room?" He asked.

"Um, yeah."