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Note: This story has multiple genres: Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort, and this story will contain important information from Yuta Kajima's Story Season 1! Read at your own risk!

Smile For the Sunflowers

ONE

I was looking out the window of the plane. I finally arrived in Tokyo. The beautiful lights twinkled vibrantly in the night, welcoming us as the plane landed.

After the rough landing, I stood up and reached for my luggage as the plane captain announced our destination and dismissed us with a friendly farewell. Before I walked off, I scanned the area to make sure I didn't leave anything behind.

"Alright, time to go," I said to myself as I walked off the plane and through the tunnel.

The airport in Tokyo was enormous compared to the one in Kyushu. I looked around with fascination; everything was so different - the architecture, the atmosphere, the people, everything. The interior of the airport was covered in stainless white tiles and everyone here seemed like they were in a hurry for something.

Forget about being fascinated, I was starting to feel intimidated and queasy. I was so used to living in a small town with a population of five hundred. Time was much slower and there was no rush to get anywhere in our small town. Will I be able to adapt and share such a big and busy city with this many people?

"Sakura?"

I heard my name and quickly turned around to find a tall, lean man walking in my direction. He was wearing a salmon undershirt with a brown jacket and a beige fedora as the final touch.

"Hey! It's been awhile, how have you been?" The man asked enthusiastically.

I just looked at him, alarmed and confused. His bright facial expression became confused as well until his eyes widened as if he realized something.

"Oh! My apologies," he laughed. "I forgot it's been that long since I've seen you. I'm your Uncle Kunihiko. Your father told me you were coming and I thought it would be best if I picked you up here rather than having you get lost in the unknown."

"I'm sorry," I bowed respectively. "The flight was long and I'm just exhausted. It's my fault for not recognizing you sooner."

I heard Uncle Kunihiko laugh. He grabbed my belongings and said, "Let's get going so you can finally relax."

And with that we left the busy building and headed for my uncle's car. He neatly placed my luggage in the trunk as I climbed in the front seat. I looked out the window and thought to myself, admiring Tokyo's city lights. The view made me feel relaxed and my eyes got heavy. Without realizing it, I quickly fell asleep.

"Sakura."

I heard a voice whisper to me. I woke up and looked around. Oh, I was in Uncle Kunihiko's car. I noticed our surroundings were different. Instead of a city we were in a suburban area - the area was compacted with storefronts, restaurants, and bijou bungalows.

Uncle Kunihiko slowed the car into a stop. "We're here." He put the car in park and stepped out, heading for the back to retrieve my suitcases. "Head for the bar over there, I'll meet up with you in a few."

I nodded and thanked him, walking to the bar and going inside.

The inside looked homey. The walls and floor were made of red wood and the room was well-furnished. Curiously, I started to look around some more. When you walk in, the bar greets you with the many bottles of wine, scotch, and whiskey along with a large chalkboard chalked with daily specials and signature meals. Behind the bar was a small kitchen. The walls were made of red wood as well but the floor consisted of palid yellow tiles. Inside the kitchen was a wooden door which led to a spacious storage room full of raw meats, vegetables, and spices.

No one was present so I assumed it was closed for the day, but if it was closed then why am I here?

"Welcome to Kunian," Uncle Kunihiko said as he walked in.

"Is this your bar, Uncle?"

He nodded with a smile. "I've had this place for quite some time and it's very popular, if I might add. Anyway, let's head upstairs, shall we?"

He walked off and proceeded in to a small hallway behind the bar. I followed closely behind him, observing the place. We walked up the stairs and entered a small room. The petite room was softly painted with dust and there was only a small bed, a lamp standing on a wooden nightstand, a red loveseat, and a bookshelf. The room could use some dusting, but overall it was perfect.

"You'll be sleeping in here for the summer," I heard my uncle say. "I hope this place will do. Sorry about the dust," he smiled sheepishly.

I smiled brightly and hugged him, surprising him and myself. "This is great, thank you."

"I'm glad, kiddo," he beamed. "I'll let you get settled. Just know that you'll be alone in the bar. I'll make sure the place is locked up so you wouldn't have to worry about anyone getting in. There is a private bathroom downstairs with a shower you can use. Tomorrow around five the manager will be here, so don't be alarmed when you see him. I'll come around five-thirty. You think you'll be okay?"

"Of course, Uncle. Thank you so much for letting me stay here," I softly smiled at him.

"Anything for the Koizumis. I'll see you in the morning." He politely tilted his hat and left the room, closing the door on the way out.

The moment he left I felt my smile slowly disappear. I let out a sigh and unpacked my belongings, placing my clothes neatly on the floor at the foot of my bed. I pulled out a pair of pajamas and slipped out of my clothes to put them on. After getting ready for bed, I kneeled next to my suitcase and got my hands on a few picture frames I brought from home. I smiled to myself as I looked at the first two. One was a photo of both my mom and my dad and the other was a picture of the three of us at the zoo. Oh what great memories. I then looked at the next one and my smile faded once again. The last picture was a photo of me and a man I loved very much. He had his arm around me and the two of us were happily smiling at the camera. Just looking at our smiling faces made my heart ache. In result, I put the picture back in the suitcase faced down.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. I stood up and climbed in bed, turning off the lamp in the process. I lied down, wrapped the covers around my small frame and looked up at the ceiling as I was embraced by darkness.

"Why'd you do it, Makoto?" I asked myself sadly.

🌺 A/N: I honestly hope you guys liked this. I feel really good about this (short) chapter and I'm glad you guys will be able to read it. This is the first My Forged Wedding story I've published on here. I fell in love with this game a year ago and finally decided to write a fanfiction for this franchise. Anyway, again, I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Stay tuned for more! Please R&R - constructive criticism is allowed if need be! Write you all later! 🌺

🌻 PS: I dedicate this fanfiction to LevyScripture (On WattPad and FF) and Xoxo-Mine (On WattPad). I love you girls! 🌻