OHSHC
This was it. I was being banished to live with my uncle in Japan, A man I knew nothing about. Was I really that much of an embarrassment to my Father?
I stared out the Plane window, the sun shone brightly through the clouds as we ascended.
I didn't even get to say good bye to anyone. Not my half Brother, Norio, Not Mizuki, My father's Wife, and especially not my Father. He could care less about me.
Why'd the flight have to be so early though? The sun had just begun to peek above the horizon when I entered the Jet earlier. It was so early that my Father's driver didn't even bother to give me a proper send off. It was quick; He just dropped me off at the doors.
They wouldn't ever have to think of me again, because I'd be thousands of miles away in Japan. At some stupid school my father paid to take me in. He never did believe I was smart enough to do anything on my own.
But, he didn't know me. Not a thing about me. After all he didn't even come into my life till I was Eight, by then it was too late. I already resented him. For everything. For promising my Mother the World then pulling it out from under her. For Promising he loved her. For the missed Birthday's. For the Forgotten Christmases. For even pretending to care. For not even comforting me at her funeral, and especially for Forcing my mother to keep me.
Sometime during the flight I fell asleep. I dozed in and out of consciousness. Just trying to get through the flight. Hoping my Air sickness wouldn't occur. I had slept for so long I couldn't sleep any longer. And It was night out form what I could tell. I looked around the First class cabin, it was nice but everyone was asleep. Save for a boy in the back. He looked around my age maybe a bit older. He was seated next to an older man, perhaps his father, who was currently snoring. He looked up from his laptop and rubbed his eyes under his thin framed glasses. He looked tired.
Closing the Laptop he leaned back and began to observe his surroundings. It took him five minutes to get to my side of the cabin, by then I had pretended to become absorbed in a book Norio had thrown in my carry on the night before. It was about some hopeless excuse for a girl, who happened to be sent to a high school full of freakishly attractive men, by her over bearing father…I closed the book. It had become annoying.
My wide, wave crest eyes met charcoal black ones as the boy from across the cabin sat in front of me. I placed the book on the seat next me as I extended my hand.
"Hi I'm Suzuki Aiko." I said very polite like I'd been taught. "And you are?"
"I am Ootori Kyoya." He stated taking my hand. "You wouldn't happen to be the daughter of Suzuki Tado, would you?" Why did he have to mention that name?
"Yes, yes I am." I sated with a harsh fake smile. "Though he doesn't seem to think so."
"And what would make you think that?" He asked. His posture became more relaxed as he took out a little black note book and began to scribble.
"He's sending me off the other side of the world just to escape me." I responded bitterly. He continued to scribble. "What are you writing?"
"Oh, this? This is nothing. Just notes and figures for an extracurricular." Kyoya stated very matter of factly.
"You take notes for a club? Aren't clubs supposed to be fun?" I asked innocently.
"Maybe in America."
I was about to respond when the flight attendant came on over the intercom.
"Ladies and Gentlemen we will be landing at Tokyo International Airport shortly. Please return your seats to the upright position and fasten your seat belts. Turn off all electronic devices and thank you for flying Tokyo Air." I looked back to Kyoya who had already crossed the Cabin and was shaking his Dad awake. I was not looking forward to Japanese schools.
I collected my book and IPod throwing them into my purple duffle bag. I noticed a slip of paper on the seat in front of me. It was elegant and expensive stationary. It read…
"Japan isn't all bad. It can be fun if you let it.
As for your Father, He is obtuse if he cannot see your worth"
~Kyoya O.
I folded the Rice colored paper and put in in my duffle bag before settling in for landing. I looked to Kyoya once more only to find him in conversation with his Father. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of the seemingly nice, attractive, young Japanese boy I met. Perhaps I'd see him again.
