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Boys Over Flowers, Part II

Chapter One ll Prologue

Everyone longs to be amazed. To feel dazzled, to feel excited. To feel like they belong and have a place in the busy, hectic world we live in. To be invigorated, to be charged, to be buzzed for a worthy cause and purpose in life.

At least, that's what was running through my mind as I stood in the colourful streets of Tokyo, Japan.

The city of Tokyo is home to ten per-cent of Japan's total population. It has a total land area of two thousand, one hundred and eighty-seven square kilometres, and when it is included with the neighbouring prefectures of Saitama, Chiba and Kanagawa, the Tokyo conurbation has a total population of over thirty three million inhabitants. That's the largest population concentration in the world.

Which explains why the people here are so frenzied. Why there appears to be a hundred store signs on one street. Why there is so much traffic, so much movement, so much hustle and bustle. No one even spared me a second glance, the strange, pale-skinned girl with the lighter hair and lighter eyes, obviously not a local.

"This is... unbelievable..." I muttered under my breath, staring around me wide-eyed and fearful. It was too overwhelming for me. My heart was beating very quickly, like it always did when I was nervous or anxious.

Knowing I couldn't stand there on the streets forever, clutching desperately onto a tourist map and dictionary, I started to follow people down the street. I had no idea where I was going. I had no idea what I was doing. In the back of my sane mind, in its recluse somewhere, I was trying to find someone who could speak English. But none of the faces that passed me looked eager to stop and chat, and I was too timid to initiate.

Because I wanted to see him.

The more panicked and desperate I became, the faster I walked. I suppose that's how I unknowingly ended up in an alleyway.

My breath got caught in my throat as no less than five men emerged from the sides, as if spotting prey that had landed right in their trap. They were not the friendly faces I was searching so keenly for. There was an unpleasant, vile sort of look on their faces as they encircled me. One spat on the ground. Another smiled excitedly. They conversed in low murmurs, never taking their eyes off me.

In that instant, I knew that I had never felt scared in my life until then.

Because I missed him.

I was paralysed to the spot, still clutching my bag to my chest. My instinct to fight was nowhere to be found. I couldn't scream. I couldn't even shut my eyes. Their leers were imprinted in my mind. Terror had incapacitated me.

Because I really, really, really missed him...

A shriek left me as one of them snatched my bag and another pushed me to the ground, sneering something in their own language. I saw their hands reaching down towards me, and instinctively I cringed into my own, bracing myself for the worst. I didn't realise it until later, but I was screaming his name the whole time.

"Yamete."

A single voice cut through the men's jeering and my own cries. It was calm and deadly, full of a very real threat.

At once, the men left me to advance on the newcomer. They sounded angry and spiteful now for being interrupted. I was left trembling on the ground, slowly fastening my disbelieving eyes on the person who had come.

...I came all the way here, eleven thousand kilometres from America. It was an action I had taken with mounting courage and doubt, and never had I considered that I would end up in this situation.

A/N: Just a tidbit. :) The next chapter will be longer. Yay for the second part of Hana Yori Dango! It's when a lot of drama and sadness ensues, but every love story has some of those, rightio? Hehehe. By the way, I love how some of you are reading this with the dramas in mind - I hope it's still interesting for you guys. - msq.