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Reunited – A new beginning
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Do not leave me,
Nor bid me to forget your existence,
Seeking you whilst hourglass of sand were being turned again and again,
There will be no missed chances when we meet,
This time I will never let you go
-nekonomiko-
Shinjuku, Tokyo Japan Year: 2003 Autumn
Yellow flowers dotted the pavement along the streets of Shinjuku Tokyo, a chilling breeze signifying the coming of winter swept through as a group of school girls gathered for a casual afternoon gossip.
"Ne Kaoru-chan. Look at this newest pop group." An excited girl with black hair and natural dark green highlights, her braided pigtail bounced up and down as her movements were wild and exaggerated.
"You're right!" A pretty girl with navy blue hair and dark blue eyes addressed as Kamiya Kaoru exclaimed. "Their upcoming concert is on the 5th of November. That leaves us with only 2 more weeks to get the tickets in the stand-up area. Want to come along to queue for the seat Misao? We are having pre-exams break to prepare anyway and since we are just first year students, we can relax and begin queuing. This will guarantee us a greater chance to grab the tickets. Ne Misao?"
The energetic girl namely called Misao bit her lip and considered. "Well. I have to help Jiya in managing the restaurant business during the day and I am under strict instructions to always maintain a B average even for the first year. Gomen Kaoru-chan!"
Kaoru's disposition fell for a moment at Misao's explanation but picked up again when a perfect solution (well it seems perfect to her) flashed across her mind. "Let's tell your grandfather that you are coming over to my place to sleep overnight after we have a study session? This way we can queue together and have a study session to ensure that our grades won't drop." She focused her big blue eyes pleadingly at Misao.
The girl in question took one look at the magazine featuring the idol group and glanced up briefly into her best friend's eyes. Finally she sighed and gave in. "Sure. I'll do whatever you suggest, but if anything crops up I will just blame it on you."
Kaoru grinned. "Daijoubu. When have any of my schemes gone wrong."
Misao shuddered as other of their close group of friends laughed. "I don't think I want to recall."
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Shinomori Aoshi stepped out of the plane as it landed on Nerima Airport. The lively scene of people bustling around and the occasional touching moments of lovers, families, friends and well-wishes crowded the brightly- lit reception area as the man's tall stature did not deter his progress from cutting through the sea of people. Women swooned at his deep-set and well cut planes of his handsome features and men stood in great wariness as the way he held himself, cool and aloof to reach the luggage collection conveyor belt.
A small body crashed upon Aoshi. As he slid off his dark pair of sunglasses, he ran through his silky black locks with a cool demeanor before looking down at the culprit whom had delayed a few seconds of his precious time. The little girl not older than age ten stiffened in dread of admonishment or worse, to drag her towards her parents currently at the counter talking to the airline staff. She gazed into the light blue orbs and forgot about her fear. "Mister, you have blue eyes! Are you a gaijin?"
Aoshi was taken aback at the forthrightness of a naïve child who had dared to speak to him in such a manner. He squatted down to her eye level and ruffled her black curls. "Iie. I am true blood Japanese. My eyes have got nothing to do with my heritage." He tried to muster up a smile but his facial muscles had long forgotten how to perform this action since the tender age of six.
The little girl tilted her head to the side and spoke with a sweetest grin, "Well, I think it is wonderful to have your eye colour. All the people around me have either black or dark brown eyes. I think they are boring."
He marveled at the simple child-likeness of the girl. "How old are you?"
"Nine. I will be reaching ten years old in two months time though." She lifted her pointed chin in sheer pride.
Aoshi was about to speak again when the child's mother came to pick her daughter up. "Ara. Gomen kudasai. My daughter hasn't been giving you too much trouble, has she?" She absently stroked a feathery lock of hair slipping out of the pined up fringe from her daughter's face.
Deep in Aoshi's heart, he felt a secret envy and poignancy at this display of motherly care and devotion. "Iiya. She is no trouble at all. You have a lovely daughter."
The mother looked up from her daughter then and realized that the young man she had been talking to was in fact even beyond comparison in the looks department with the current artistes and movie idols she had seen. She gasped and Aoshi merely nodded to her briefly and waved farewell to her daughter before continuing his journey to his intended destination.
"Sayonara, ni-chan!"
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Yup... This is my newest fan-fiction... :-P I know. People have been accusing me the lack of updates for all my series and my explanation is... I can't help it can I? Previously when I was a student, I could spend a lot of time only on school work, friends and on the internet. It is being an adult that caused me to be so busy with other commitments and dedication. All the working people should know how it feels. Just as well, I promise to finish my stories one way or another. Till the next time, just drop me a review and let us all be responsible readers and writers (I know this applies to myself too to update more often)... ne?
Kisses and hugs,
nekonomiko