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Title: The Meek Minded
Summary: Miki Takahashi finds herself moving away from her comfortable, familiar home in Japan to go live with her eccentric aunt in the States. With her timid nature, everyone believes her to be a very reserved girl until she finally opens up. Even then, that doesn't stop the drama.
Genre: Romance/Comfort
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim My Candy Love (Amour Sucre). I do own OCs. Cover is not mine.

Prologue:

Miki:

They called me Miki the Meek and for a good reason. I always came off that way- shy, timid, and reserved. Perhaps my anxiety played a part with the way I came off- I knew it was the reason I was always stuttering. Yet maybe it was just because I preferred to live within my own mind, within in the books I read, and within in the music I played and listened to. Which was why I wasn't exactly the brightest ray of sunshine when my father informed me that I was going to go to the United States to live with my aunt for a year.

"M-May I ask, w-why?"

Father just looked at me with a soft smile. I looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging him to say 'just kidding'. I didn't want to go and I hoped he picked up on that. He didn't.

"It's for your own good, Miki," Father reassured me, though it really wasn't reassuring at all.

"Your therapist says you need a change of scenery," he continued, "And I think the US will defiantly be a change of scenery."

That's why I don't want to go, I eternally screamed. I didn't want to go some place new, unfamiliar. I didn't want to have to make new friends- it was hard enough making the ones that I did have. Besides, unfamiliar places and situations made me very uncomfortable- that was why my therapist said that I needed to get out more, but what could would that do when I all I would do is embarrass myself?

Yet, all I did was nod- I didn't want to fail my father. Besides, what if he would get mad if I put up too much of a fuss? What if he yelled at me? I didn't like yelling- or anger for that matter. I looked down towards the ground, finding my feet a lot more interesting than my father.

"Don't worry, Miki. I promise everything will be alright. Your auntie will take great care of you, you remember Auntie right?"

My father's tone was soft and a bit higher pitch as if he was speaking to a small child. Was that how he saw me? Like a small child? Was I that fragile? Sudden thoughts such as those entered my mind and I forced them away for the moment just so I could slowly nod my head,

"N-no."

I didn't remember Aunt Agatha at all- aside from the pictures from a long time ago when I was a baby, there were no records of her either. The only thing I knew about Aunt Agatha was that she preferred to be called Auntie and that for some reason, Father and Dad usually didn't talk about her. It was at that moment that Dad walked in- my second father. I usually got a bit of teasing for that- usually it was just kids pointing out the obvious that I had to be adopted. Dad looked nothing like Father (I called one Dad and the other Father to avoid confusion)- the main reason being that he was American so his blue eyes were wide under his mane of blonde hair.

"What's this I hear," Dad said as he walked into the room, "You don't remember Auntie?"

"N-no," I repeated softly.

"Oh you wound me," Dad said dramatically as he put a hand over his heart, "You don't even remember my own sister!"

My face turned bright red as I looked down at the floor. Was he going to be mad? Suddenly, his face turned upwards in a smile as he ruffled my black hair.

"I'm just messing with you, kiddo."

Father sighed,

"Bryan, you shouldn't mess with her."

His voice dropped to a whisper and he said something to Dad, but I was unable to hear it. Was he talking about me? Probably warning Dad to not mess with me- it would mess with my anxieties. But what if that wasn't what he was saying? What if he was talking about me and something else entirely? My breathing hitched and their heads turned to me. Dad and Father hugged me tightly.

"Oh sweetie, you're going to have so much fun with your Aunt Agatha," Dad said.

"Just remember to call us everyday," Father added.

"And take plenty of pictures," Dad chimed and the two went back and forth.

"And send us the pictures."

"Be good to your Auntie."

"And most of all," Father said, "No relationships!"

Dad stopped for a second,

"Wait, no relationships? Do you think she won't be able to get one? I'm sure she can!"

"Well, I mean-"

"-Just look at her cute face."

I turned bright red as Dad pinched my face and I crinkled my brow. My cheeks were being pulled from my face and my lips were pursed in a fish-face. Father took one look at me before he stifled some laughter,

"Oh defiantly."

I wondered if Auntie was going to be this embarrassing.