Chapter 1

"She hasn't changed at all!" A woman's voice shouted from with in Dr. Moyer's office.

Dr. Moyer stood challenging her. "It's only been a year!"

"That's right! It has been an entire year and she has still made no progress!"

"She has made progress, it's just hard to see to the untrained eye!" As hard as he tried, he couldn't keep himself calm when trying to reason with this woman.

The mother of his patient snatched her purse up. "You are wasting our time! I'm taking my daughter to someone who can actually help us!" She started storming out of the room.

The doctor rushed after her but the door was slammed promptly in his face. He glanced down at the manila folder on his desk. Hench, Taylor Emily. She has made progress.

It was far too late though, Diane Green was already dragging her daughter to their SUV. By that time in the next week she'd had have her daughter on a 26 hour flight to Tokyo, Japan.

Taylor stood by the door with her luggage. Her backpack was digging into her shoulders as she waited for her mother. Diane descended the stairs with her own luggage clunking against each step behind her. "Baby, go ahead to the car. I'll be right out."

Silently and obediently Taylor wheeled her large bags to the SUV. She always hated when her mother called their vehicle a car. Their gas-sucking Navigator was nothing like a dainty Prius. As promised her mother filed out the door, her husband pulling most of the luggage behind him. He wouldn't be coming with them, at least not at the moment. It was too of short notice for them to just up and leave their house.

Most would think that Taylor would be ecstatic to be going 6771 miles away from her step-father. But she wasn't. She wasn't sad about it either. She felt nothing.

Diane and Mike kissed each other more than the comfortable amount for the public eye then Diane slid into the driver's seat. Before she even touched the ignition she looked at her daughter. "How about you drive, hmm? It'll be a good memory before Japan." Taylor didn't reply. She never replied anymore. Diane twisted the key. "I didn't think so." She muttered.

The car was silent. Diane knew better than to try and encourage Taylor with music, it never worked. "You know." She tilted her head in a serious manner. "I might have reconsidered if you put up a bit of a fight, but you just don't care anymore."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Taylor slump against the window. Her short hair reveal the nape of her neck. A pit grew in Diane's stomach. She still remembered the day when Taylor came home with her haircut. It was about a month after Taylor had woken up and probably the last time she didn't anything in rebellion. Back then it had been a very short pixy cut, now in the car to the airport it just touched her chin. Diane never figured out why Taylor suddenly chopped her pretty hair off.

The airport was a large one with about an hour or two's drive. The mother and daughter duo sat while their bags were checked and prepared for boarding in silence. Diane talked to Mike for a little while constantly taking a peep at Taylor to see her reactions. Taylor sat though, with a poker face made for the best and simply surveyed her surroundings. The one thing that caught her eye was a little boy. He was at his mother's side the entire time, never straying more than a couple of feet. Taylor tore her eyes away when she felt a frowning creasing her lips.

"Flight 672 to Tokyo boarding in fifteen minutes." Diane lit up a bit, holding her handbag closer. "That's us, girly-poo." Taylor nodded and followed her mother through the large crowd of people. It wasn't surprising that her mother could find her way around, she had always liked the city.

They sat in first class to try and avoid and all crowding. Luckily there weren't too many people on this flight anyways so both Taylor and her mother were able to have an empty seat beside them. It wasn't long until Taylor had pulled her hood up and laid back in her seat. She figured the more she slept, the faster the trip would go. Making the time fly wasn't the only thing on her mind.

"Good morning." Taylor rolled over. The morning light hit her eyes. She rubbed her eyes thoroughly, smiling into her stretches.

"G'mornin." She said while taking in the fresh morning air.

"I've missed you." A hand caressed her cheek. Itachi laid in bed beside her. She swept her touch over the back of his hand.

"I was only asleep." The light beaming into the room suddenly disappeared, cowering behind the clouds. Taylor smiled, it felt so natural. Itachi looked down his nose, his warm expression morphing into a disgusted one. The girl before him shirked. "What's wrong? Itachi?"

He shut his eyes as a moment of silence passed. When he opened them a swirling sharingan glared her down. "You think you're safe?" Madara's voice shrieked from Itachi. "Don't underestimate me girl."

Tears of blood ran from Itachi's eyes and Taylor saw black flames scorch her skin. As loud and as horrifying as she screamed the flames wouldn't stop. Madara reached for her

Taylor's hand struck him. "Stop!" Her eyes snapped open. A boy held his head, wide eyed and slightly terrified.

He smiled timidly back to her, "I'm sorry, you just seemed to be having a rough time." Her hands were clenched to her chest and her knees were hugged against her body, as if she was an animal seeing a human for the first time. His hair was dark and his eyes were sharp.

Slowly Taylor lowered her knees, but not taking her eyes off of the boy in front of her. There were plenty of seats open, but most had at least one person sitting by them. The dream had been so short, how long had she slept?

With Taylor staring so intently the boy began to blush. "Sorry, that I took this seat. I just thought you'd stay asleep before another seat opened, sorry." How many times would he say 'sorry'?

Shifting his eyes over the head rests he scanned the rows for an empty seat. He stood up, more than likely finding a substitute seat. "I was having a nightmare." The boy turned back around, almost shocked she could speak. Taylor stared up at him. "So thank you for waking me up."

Sitting back down he smiled a little more confidently. "No problem I suppose." He reached his hand across the arm rests and in Taylor's personal bubble. "My name is Tye by the way."

The hand that was outstretched to her taunted her. Will you take me? She did. "I'm Taylor." His hand was very cold for how warm the air was.

Noticing her slight change in expression Tye retracted his hand. "I'm naturally cold I guess."

"Cold hands are a sign of a warm heart." She countered.

His hands disappeared into his coat pockets. "So where ya headed to?"

Taylor glanced at the ticked projecting from her bag at her feet. It read Tokyo, Japan. "Japan."

Tye turned, his eyes showing more white than necessary. "For real?" Taylor just continued to stare at him. He stood up and yanked something from his bag over head. Slamming back into his seat he waved his ticket in her face. Albeit it was more than a little crinkled, it also read Tokyo, Japan. "Me too!" Laying it in his lap he grinned down at it like an idiot. "This is so fucking cool. Now I won't be the only foreigner."

The both of them stared at the ticket. Taylor looked up to his joyous expression, full aware it was about to crash and burn. "We won't be seeing each other again. I'm going there for a medical trial."

Again Tye's expression turned to utter glee. "Me too!" By the way Taylor cocked her head he could tell she was doubting him. He shoved his hands in front of him. "I shit you not." Out of sheer embarrassment his teeth bit his left cheek. "I have this thing called Salisomnia and it is basically when-"

"Me too." She was at the edge of her arm rest. Like they had no more room for words they just stared at each other in complete awe.

Diane craned her neck back to normal position. She had just witnessed her daughter doing about thirty things she hadn't done in an entire year in approximately two minutes. Whenever they landed she'd have to make sure she met that boy.

Four more hours into the flight and the two teenagers had slid themselves into their seats, challenging each other to a game of Words With Friends. "That's not a word." Tye proclaimed.

"Q-A-T. Qat. Google it." Taylor quipped.

"I have one letter left! And it's a 'j'!" Shoving the phone from sight Tye glared at Taylor. Thoroughly frustrated that he never lost at this. Scrabble was his turf.

Jadedly Taylor turned her screen towards Tye. He saw an app called 'WordHelper' sitting right next to Words With Friends. "You cheater!" His face read pure horror.

As any girl would, she rolled her eyes. He seemed a bit immature. But it was innocent. It was refreshing.

Taylor slid her phone into her bag below her. When had been the last time she had spoken to someone so much? Maybe it was because they had some common ground? There was just a hint of familiarity to him.

His familiarity now showed a far off look. His eyes were far away. Looking at something Taylor couldn't. "What's wrong, Tye?"

Tye's lips pulled at one side. "My family thinks I'm sick." Taylor immediately found her mother. She understood. His head hit the back rest. "I don't even remember much of my time while I was asleep." White noise is the most he could compare it to. That and fuzz. Sometimes he was able to catch glimpses of what he saw. But none of them made any sense.

"That's too be expected." It was the first time Taylor was able to use those four words herself.

If Tye had been a cat, one of his ears would have turned towards her. Her words struck a chord with him. He looked to her. "That sounded so…" Familiar. Just like his gaze, his voice trailed off.

"I think you're lucky." Tye looked to Taylor, caught off guard. She ran her hands through her hair, a habit that still tailed her from the times of long hair. "I'd do anything to forget those memories."

They sat in silence as a stewardess passed them. She offered refreshments. The both of them jumped at the break from the tense atmosphere. They settled with nuts and drinks. Tye offered her some soda but she politely declined, explaining of her proneness to acne.

Girls worried over such trivial things. Their weight, their makeup, their skin. Anything really. How cute.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw her flicking her straw around in her glass. "So you remember the things you saw?"

"The people."

Her voice was drenched in sorrow. Tye knew he was on egg shells. Still he went on: "How often do you see them then?"

"I don't anymore."

"Then why are you going to Japan?"

Taylor bent her straw to make it's flexibility crunch. "As hard as I try. I just can't see them."

His question was still unanswered, but somehow he felt as if it was. Her words sounded sad, obviously the story would be heart wrenching. Although, Tye just didn't care. He was known to be warm hearted and a very capable comforter. There was just something block his give-a-damn. Not to say he didn't like Taylor, he was probably going to be very close with her in the upcoming months. Yet he just didn't sympathize.

The dark night sky now shrouded the plane in darkness. Most other passengers were asleep. Only their area's light was dimly lighting them. "Maybe we should sleep a bit." Tye stood and clicked off the lights.

Taylor leaned her chair back a fraction. "Yeah." Pulling her hood up she rolled onto her side without another word.

There wasn't even the possibility of her sleeping though. The disappointment she woke up to when reality sat next to her was something she didn't want to face. So she would just sit in her seat and watch the sky transform colors and the sun awaken whatever region she was flying above.

The night sky was so clear. Was it clear in their world too? Were they still alive? Her eyes squeezed shut and her gut wrenched. Not a cool thought.

Why couldn't she see them though? Madara had said she had first been a spirit wandering their world. So why couldn't she return to that state. Even if she couldn't they couldn't see her that was okay. Just being able to see them in the flesh again would be enough.

That was a lie. And she knew it. Not being able to speak to them or touch them would be even more unbearable then her delusions of them. At least her dreams would respond to her.

She hated the boy sitting in the seat beside her. The past year she had shoved those two into a tiny box. Thus making them nothing more than an occasional dream. Now it was as if she had just woken up. She couldn't stop thinking about them. The onset of questions and thoughts were torturous.

How were they?

Did Hikaru turn out okay?

Who, if anyone, blamed themselves?

Had Aki ever gotten laid?

Did they miss her as much as she missed them?

Taylor faced the facts. Now that she was going to be starting a new treatment, her doctors were going to force her to try and remember those two months. These thoughts were something she was going to have to revisit again.

Their voices were still fresh in her ears.

"I like your hair tonight."

"You never cease to amaze me."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you." Taylor sat up. She couldn't handle it. Not in a cramped space like a plane.

Exercising deep breaths sat her chair up too. Pulling out some brochures from her small carry-on she was determined to distract herself. There was a nice, clean looking school on the front of one. She had been enrolled in the area's local school. At first Taylor had been outraged, not that it showed. She couldn't possibly fathom how she was going to survive not knowing a lick of Japanese.

Still, the school looked pleasant. But didn't all things look lovely on brochures? Her fingers brushed the English translations under each Japanese symbol. This wasn't going to help her adapt to reality. It felt more like a rite of passage. Isolation comes first. She doubted she'd ever make it to the transitioning stage, let alone reintegration. There was too much regret, to much of not saying enough.

Not enough of them.

For the following hours that ensued Taylor sat and stared out the window until Tye woke up again and they were close to landing. The scenery was completely different. There was more water and the tree looked foreign, even from above. That's wrong. She was the foreign one now.

Taylor found it quite surprising the Tye was traveling on his own. Apparently his parents had moved to several international clinics for his treatment and now they were in too much debt to move with him now. Japan was already his second solo trip.

They both reunited with Diane in the baggage claim. Tye couldn't figure out why Diane was so excited to meet him. It was as if she was meeting Taylor's war bound fiancé for the first time. Nevertheless it was nice.

Against Tye's own opinion Diane was sure they wouldn't be separated. Practically through interrogation Diane found that Tye would be close to their own residence but at a different school. She demanded to speak with his mother. Slightly embarrassed Taylor simply browsed the gift shop while her mother insisted on Tye just living with him. It'd be safer, he wouldn't be alone, they could go to sessions together. All of which sounded very reasonable. Still, Taylor always found her mother's reasoning annoying and self-motivated.

Her fingers ran over a little doll in a green kimono. It looked so much like the one she'd worn. She noticed a little boy fighting with his brother. They were both of Japanese decent. Taking the perfect opportunity to leave Taylor reunited with Tye. He was sitting on his luggage watching Diane prattle on. "How's it going?" Taylor pulled her back pack onto her shoulder.

"I guess Mum agrees with your mom." He shrugged.

He didn't seem happy about it. He didn't seem angry either. He looked like he felt nothing. Just like Taylor. Taylor moved her gaze to her mother to avoid Tye finding her watching him.

Giddily Diane strode back towards the two teenagers. "It's decided!" She clasped her hands together. "I'll be making the arrangements for you to attend Taylor's school." She threw her arms around her daughter, "Isn't this great!"

A few people turned to look in their general direction. Public display of affections were a no go.

Shoving her clingy mother from her Taylor readjusted her backpack position. "You can't do that here, Mom." She said mom, but it sounded like 'idiot'. The distance between them was in plain sight as Taylor followed her mother through the blustering crowd. Tye followed in suit as well, not knowing what else to do in the awkward situation he was in now.

All of the foreign shouting around them filled each of their ears. It was enough to make a person cry. Nothing was familiar. Not even the language. Maybe they all had just taken advantage of that in America.

After they had navigated their way through the crowd they had to find a special taxi service for tourists. One that they could understand. Taylor sat in the middle of her mother and Tye. Tonight they were going to be sleeping in a hotel, the next night the rest of their luggage would arrive and they'd be able to start to move into their apartment.

All of the signs were in Japanese and Taylor was captivated. Each one she tried to decipher, yet despite her last week of intensive Rosetta Stone filled nights she could only read 'McDonalds.' And that was simply because of the giant yellow 'M'. Tye too watched everyone on the streets. Everything looked so fascinating, like they were seeing the world for the first time.

"You said, The Hotel Plaza, right?" The cab driver checked his rear view mirror to see Diane's reaction. She softly smiled and looked out ahead to see if she could find it first.

The car pulled to the curb in front of a building that looked like a Comfort Inn. Tye was the first to step out into the new world, Taylor on his heals. A couple people looked in their direction, but not too many. Tourists were common in Tokyo anyways. The city air smelled just the same as any city Taylor had been to before. All of the noise and talking clambering into one sounded just like New York City too.

A bellhop came out and started loading their luggage onto a cart. They followed him up to their room. It was a simple room with two beds. Nothing too fancy. There were two cheap yukata robes for them to wear. "Well this is cool." Tye put his face to the window and looked out over the city.

Diane plopped onto the bed nearest the door. "You kids better be ready for a whole world of culture shock." She pulled her purse to her lap before pausing. "And jet lag. Lots of jet lag." Through one of her compartments she pulled out 'Japan For Dummies.' Taylor glanced at her bag that held her laptop along with Rosetta Stone. There was always time for that later, even if she had literally nothing better to do.

"Have you studied up before coming here?" Diane absentmindedly made conversation with Tye. He responded politely, sitting beside her as if she could tell him anything of use.

To block her mother's voice out Taylor ended up plug her laptop in and popping her head phones in. She had gotten the basics down. The colors, numbers, 'Hello.' Now it was time for other basic greetings. She had taken three years of Spanish, now look where it had gotten her. In a foreign country and the Spanish language no where to be seen.

The task of even attempting to pick up a pencil and write a Japanese symbol was simply terrifying to her. There was no other choice though. There was no running away. Sooner or later Tye joined in with her. They shared ear plugs and he too started to get his foot in the door of Japan.

Taylor felt her eyes drooping around 1 o'clock Japan Standard Time. Meaning it was 11 at night back home. She was slightly afraid though. In one week she'd be starting school and she needed to at least be able to keep simple conversation. In a week and a half she'd be starting her clinic visits. She wouldn't be in school much anyways. So maybe there was no point…

Deciding to try her hardest she took some of their new Japanese currency and headed into the outside world. She could at least count how much it was for an energy drink. Tye accompanied her to the store they saw a block down the street. The store had a few other customers but it was fairly easy to navigate their way through the store.

There were two guys standing in front of what they had assumed were the energy drinks. They were both fairly tall. Well for the surroundings at least. Taylor didn't take too much notice to them until they were walking away. Unintentionally Taylor bumped shoulders with the shorter of the two. That was when she turned to apologies. The first thing she saw was blonde hair.

Long blonde hair. He looked at her from over his shoulder, one blue eye casting hate to her. She stood in place while she watched him walk off. If she hadn't known better she'd have said he was a she from behind. Shrugging it out of her mind she focused back onto her selection of drinks.

Standing there though neither of them could read any of it. Even the simplest things were just too complex for them yet.

A week later and school was upon the both of them. All three of them had now began settling into their empty apartment. Taylor and Tye had picked up their uniforms a few days prior. Each had a the theme of grey and red. Their ties were black though. Not too shabby on either of them.

They'd both walked to the school and back several times to ensure their safety on arriving. In the past year Taylor had never felt so nervous as she did now. Scratch that. She'd never been so nervous.

The two foreigners walked through the school gates, trying to ignore the casual stares they were getting. Of course they'd stand out. Nothing about them fit in yet. A teacher awaited them at the school's doors. His name was Hiroshi Sensei. He would be their teach in JSL, Japanese as a Second Language. He even encouraged them to address him by 'Mr. Hiroshi.' American culture truly fascinated him.

Mr. Hiroshi guided them to their room. Room 3-D. They thanked him as he opened the door and they were forced to step inside. Their names were written in both Japanese and English. Were their names even able to written in Japanese?

The homeroom teacher waved them to the front. Taylor stuck to Tye's side as they stood in front of the classroom. All eyes were on him as the teacher prattled on in Japanese. He gestured to each of them. The only thing either of them understood was 'America' and their own names. When he was done speaking they both made smalls bows and waited for him to point them to their seats. They weren't even close to each other.

Taylor sat by the seats by the hallway. Tye sat somewhere in a corner. A girl sat in front of Taylor. She had long dark hair. Her bag had a bear key chain hanging from it. The boy beside Taylor was quite plain. He had side bangs and doodled on his papers, hardly paying mind to the teachers. That was what Taylor did all day. She examined the people around her. There was no use in trying to listen to the teachers. It wasn't as if she would understand anyways.

Unlike American schools the teachers moved in and out of the rooms instead of the students doing so. When lunch finally came Taylor found Tye immediately. They spoke quietly as too not draw attention to themselves. A few people approached them, all of them pretty capable with English. Which made Taylor feel like a complete moron. There she was as the new student and she couldn't even communicate. Cool, real cool.

The last period of the day both Tye and Taylor went to Mr. Hiroshi's room while the others went to their extra activity period. He gave them work sheets to start them on basic words and phrases.

And that was the sum of Taylor's day. She had hardly spoken and was now waiting for Tye outside of the Infirmary. They had both needed to be examined quickly by the nurse. Tye let Taylor go first.

Down the hall two voices came. It was hard to decipher them at first, but they were definitely both guys. When the two bodies turned the corner the first thing Taylor saw was blonde hair. Long blonde hair. She watched the boy from the street store walk closer and closer, talking with his taller friend again.

As he passed her she thought that he hadn't seen her at all. Then he stopped a couple of feet ahead of her. "Nani?" Enough anime had taught her that one. 'What?'

The blonde turned back to her. His blue eyes wide eyed. He had a look caught somewhere between confusion and anger. He drew his hands from his pockets and motioned to Taylor, obviously saying something to his friend over his shoulder.

Nervously Taylor tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry I don't-"

The blonde turned to his friend. His tall friend with his black hair in a ponytail. Her heart beat picked up to the pace of a heart attack as the tall boy looked over his shoulder menacingly. His eyes were dark as well. He said something to the blonde boy. Probably along the lines of 'hurry the hell up.'

The shorter boy stood there for second as the latter kept walking. He leaned in further to Taylor, making he lean back a bit. Was it because she was different looking? Then, everything stopped. "Deidara." The tall boy growled in a low voice. She knew that voice.

Without another look the boy ran back to his friend. Taylor's school bag hit the ground. Her body was shaking. There as no way.

Itachi. Deidara. She had just saw Itachi and Deidara.

It's up. Obviously. My lovely sequel is finally up! This is my sequel to 'Stuck in the Impossible.' Please forgive my hiatus. I hope that all of my lovely readers are back, and maybe even some new ones! The first chapter is slightly drawn out and boring, but I intend to jump right into the story after this, I promise! Do me a lovely favor and review for love! ~NSR