Author's Note and Official Apology:
I will say now that I know this isn't a well-written story. I didn't mean it to be a well-written story. It's full of under-developed characters living in a early morning soap opera situations. Again, at the time of me writing this, I did not mean to make a masterpiece. I just wanted to get this story out of my head, and the only way to do such a thing is to type it out.
Furthermore, if that kind of thing isn't your cup of tea, then great. You don't have to read it. The main purpose of me posting it on here is so that Heroes fans with the patience and boredom to have interest in such a plot line would read it and give feedback. In saying this, I will fully accept any flames that come my way with a wet kiss.
Second, this was conceived and written before the third season, so any conflicting information will have to be excused. The same with Heroes 360 and the comics with the exception of "The Ten Brides of Takezo Kensei," which actually plays a big part in it, obviously.
Third, it's kind of written in a series of one-shots with the points of views coming in from everywhere. Until I say so, all chapters are written in chronological order.
Fourth, enjoy. Don't take life too seriously. If you want to comment just to say "Hi!" or something random, I don't really care. In fact, it would make my day.
Fifth, yes this is Part One and a link to Part Two will be available at the end. Thank you for being abosulutely confused, if you are. Sorry for all the trouble. Furthermore, these chapters are exactly are how I first released them, so excuse the references to the episodes that may have premired after some. Just my obsession speaking, and it speaks loud.
Part One Chapter One: Mei
Mei stared her assignment. It was on the definition of respect and hadn't gotten anywhere since about five o'clock. Now, normally, she was a good and decent student, but as tonight was the last night of the neighborhood festival spectacular that only came once a year, she did get a bit chattier than usual. As it ended up, she wouldn't get to see the fireworks at all because of all the extra assignments her teachers punished her with.
Her father was nearby, at the table, shuffling at a few papers spread out before him. The only sound was from the fireworks booming outside the window.
As simply as that, two beats of a knock came from the door. "Papa, there's someone at the door," she said. Normally, she'd always open the door herself, but she was really very frustrated at her work.
Her father ignored her completely, and she saw him reading and mumbling out of the corner of her eye.
The knock came again. "Papa-"
"Answer it, then." His voice was quiet, as if he hadn't broken his thought.
Then, she did answer the door, and was very surprised to see Professor Nakamura, standing in all of his glory.
"May I speak with your parents?" he said.
There they were, the very words that Mei had been so worried about hearing. She could then remember something like her face going red or pale, or something like that. But, alas, she did bow her head in respect and called her father from the table, who took a few moments to sigh and get up.
She averted her eyes from her father, who appeared just behind her at the door. However, just as she turned away to face her shame, she just happened to look at Professor Nakamura once more. And she could most clearly remember this part, seeing his eyes grow big, the biggest she had ever seen, even if he hadn't worn glasses. He certainly was very surprised at something, but as she turned to see whatever he was so surprised at-
The old man took a breath and stood up from beyond the sofa. The older woman stood up as well. A younger, middle-aged Nakamura blinked from the doorway. He stared, very surprised at the man before him, but eventually he noticed that the student and the father were frozen-. Time was stopped.
The young Professor Nakamura blinked at the old Professor Nakamura and sighed. "After all this time, there's always something new," he said to himself, shaking his head.
"Don't feel bad," the older Nakamura said to the younger Nakamura. "It'll clear up. In forty years, you'll know what to do."
Meanwhile, the older Mei walked over to the door, next to her ten-year-old self. She smiled at the girl, and then looked up to her motionless father behind her. He looked the same as ever, with the same youthful face and the same blond hair. He never did age and he never did change.
What she did notice was that she was mistaken. She had always remembered that her father was fearful when he came to the door, but what she saw now were eyes full of rage.
"Do you understand now?" said the older Nakmura. "Mei, I'm not you nor your father's enemy. He just thought differently."
Mei nodded silently.
He mirrored the nod. "Good. Then when we get to the present, I will tell you the real story."
"Hiro!" he called to his young self. "Will you carry little Mei to her room? After we cover up our tracks, you'll be free to leave. Just know that Monroe will flee to England, and he won't hunt you down if you don't hunt him down."
The younger Nakamura nodded and picked up the little girl, carrying her off down the hall.
"So this is it," said Mei slowly. "This is the beginning."
She shot in her bed. After a moment of shock, Mei sat up, mind still buzzing. She was still wearing her school uniform, but the windows were flashing with the fireworks finale. Not ten seconds after she had woken, her father was at the doorway, still dressed in his favorite suit that he had worn that day, and in the dream as well. Well, if she was here and... Well, it just must've been a dream.
From the small light in the hallway, she could see that he was so tense that his teeth were gritted together, but once he set his eyes on Mei, he let out a scoff, almost a laugh. After that, he couldn't help but to hold a fake smile. Though, of course, Mei could never tell, since he was a businessman, and his fake smiles looked just as real as his real ones.
"What time is it?" she asked, quickly getting out of bed. She wasn't ready to sleep any longer. After all, she had to finish her assignment as well as the rest of her homework.
Her father looked alarmed, glancing back through the hall. "Er, nearly nine. I'm..." he paused, though Mei couldn't tell what for. "I'm surprised you've had such a long nap. You were... in such a hot state this afternoon that, eh, I thought I'd let you... sleep past when you told me to wake you." He was much more relaxed now, but his smile twitched and his fingers took it upon themselves to tap on the doorframe.
Mei ran her own fingers through her hair, which still felt smooth. She figured that it was a short nap, and she hadn't been asleep for very long. Once she forgave her father for not waking her, she walked quickly to the sitting room and found her assignment still only half done, although the rest of her homework was already complete. She finished it, quickly, with the new inspiration that had been frightened into her, and went off to bed.
"Good night," her father bid her. He was sipping a mug of coffee that Mei noticed, but didn't realize was strange until she was back in bed and drifting off to sleep.
The next day, Mei woke at exactly ten minutes before her alarm clock would have rang. She was in a much better mood, but still was worried about seeing Professor Nakamura that day, and to remind herself of that dream. There was shouting and arguing about in the sitting room, although this was completely normal to Mei. At least it was in Japanese now. They had stopped arguing in English since she began learning the language in school a few years ago. Now, they just stopped arguing whenever she walked into the room, and she figured to do that now as to remind them not to wake the neighbors.
She did walk into the sitting room, and the words dropped as sharply as they had come. Both of her parents turned to look at her. They were both dressed hastily in the clothes from the day before, and were both grasping a cup of coffee in their hands. She cautiously wished them a good morning.
Her mother snapped her head back to her father, eyes brimming with tears. "Go. Tell her."
It was if the dream had been an omen. Mei didn't have to see Professor Nakamura that day. In fact, she never did return to that school, and to her dismay, never did say goodbye to any of her friends. She begged her father to tell her why they had to go, and so quickly as well. He simply told her that it was dangerous to stay where they were, to stay in Japan. He said that he had done something very long ago that made someone mad at him, and that now that person knew where he was. He said that the person would try to kill all of them if he could. Mei couldn't imagine what her father did that could make someone that mad, and asked him again and again what had happened. He told her, again and again, that perhaps he would tell her the whole story when she was older.
A\N: Yeah, this first chapter's a bit... Well, yeah it does suck. And I have nothing to say that will make you believe me that reading the second chapter explains a lot.
Also, if anyone has a better title for this, ideas would be gladly appreciated.
And I can't pick Adam Monroe as a featured character? But I can pick Heidi Petrelli? What's up with that?
