Yoake's POV
" Mr. Tsukifima, this is my daughter Amelia." The girl was probably known as the definition of beautiful. She had long, silky blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and skin like porcelain. She was polite, so she gently shook the hand of the man she was meeting. She smiled, and said softly, " It's very nice to meet you."
Me, on the other hand, could be the total opposite of her. I was tall, skinny, had long brown hair that was always pulled back into a ponytail, hazel eyes that sometimes turned green, and skin that had been touched by the sun multiple times. I was hiding in a tree, blinking at the sight of her long pink dress. I was used to wearing shinobi robes, and a kimono every so often. I was wondering what was up. Who were these people? Were they the Americans I had heard so much of?
After a while of whispering and handshaking, I saw this Amelia girl go into the alleyway by herself. As she began to walk around, I noticed a certain spiky-headed man bump into her. I wanted to leap out and tell Sanosuke she was an American, but it looked like she covered that well enough. They began to talk, and then she linked her arm up with his. It appeared that Sanosuke Sagara was going to show Miss Amelia Smith around Tokyo.
Amelia's POV
This man named Sanosuke was very good-looking. I couldn't help but giggle every time I looked at him. I could care less about the little dump of a town. This was nothing like New York. This was a dirt road, unlike the stone paved roads in America.
" So, Amelia, do you know if cameras really do take your soul?" he asked me, shivering a little at the thought.
" They don't." I replied simply with a shrug.
" Oh okay. That's good." He seemed relieved somehow. I let it slip away as I looked up at the sky. It sure was…bluer than the New York area. But then again, we had factories and industry. They had disgusting men making swords.
" Ah, Yoake! I want you to meet someone." I was brought back to focus when Sanosuke called out to someone named Yoake. I wanted to gag at whom I saw. She was ugly, dirty, and she looked as if she was dressed as a little boy.
" Yoake, this is Amelia, she's from America." This Yoake girl smiled weakly as if she was forced to be nice to me. I held out my hand for her to shake, but she bowed slightly. I pulled my hand back, almost disgusted by her presence.
" It's… nice to meet you?" I asked, looking her over again. She only nodded as if she couldn't speak. Sanosuke instantly noticed, and his face turned from tough and courageous to etched with worry.
" Yoake, are you okay?" She blushed. I knew it. She liked him. I smirked. This was going to be one hell of a trip to Japan.