an: this will be my very first full length fb fanfic, which is funny because dB was one of the very first anime/mangas that i really got into in my younger days. this will be my own story and due to some harsh themes of it, i have made a conscious choice to place the main characters college, and others their respective ages due to this change. otherwise i'll do my best to see that i do these precious characters justice :)
i hope you stick around!
Rain started to fall around noon. The sky was dark and the air was warm. The clouds had rolled in quickly; as if they knew someone was being buried.
Ami didn't have a lot to say today.
Mainly because she knew who it was that died. She stood at the edge of the freshly dug pit and watched as they lowered his body into a place where she would never see him again.
As Ami went to turn around when a noise from behind her erupted. Dirt was thrown from the hole and into the air. The people around her screamed and scattered as hands scratched at the edges.
The hands that should have been dead.
Ami stumbled backward and onto the ground as a hand wrapped itself around her ankle and pulled her towards it. She closed her eyes in fear of the face she was about to see. Ami opened her mouth to yell as thunder cracked through the sky…
And woke Ami up in a panic. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she sat up in her bed. No screaming, no undead clawing at her legs, just the sound of rain pitter-pattering against her window.
Pressing the button on her phone, the time read 03:09. Ami sighed and laid back down on her pillow with a thump. She pulled the covers up and over her head as silent tears began to fall down her cheeks.
This wasn't the first time she has these, nightmares. Ever since the funeral six months ago, they had been occurring every night. Therapy sessions forced by her mother couldn't make them stop. All they had succeeded in was making Ami stop talking. She had shut down completely: homework, friends, even playing the piano couldn't make Ami function the way before the accident. How could it? Especially when she has convinced herself that it was her fault.
When she had been diagnosed with depression a month after, and the medications still hadn't brought her daughter back to her old self, Ami's mother, as a last attempt, reached out to her ex-husband.
That was how, Ami found herself on a plane, on the way to Japan with a book and in her purse, her antidepressant medications which she was supposed to take when she landed.
It was hard for her mother to say goodbye to her only child, but Ami knew that what her mother was doing what was for her own good, and frankly, maybe a change of scene would be.
Before she sullenly got on the plane, her mother hugged her and said that her father would meet her at Narita Airport. Ami nodded and hugged her mother routinely. Her mother placed a small year of the rat charm in her hand and told her to feel better.
Hour eight had just passed with seven left to go. The flight from Minneapolis to Tokyo was a long and painful flight. The only upside, Delta has cushioning seats and the small t.v.s. After a bathroom break, Ami had excused herself as she snuck back in past the other people in her row. She nestled in against the window and stared out into the darkness, clutching the small charm she tied around her extra hair binder.
The small rat had an eye that was a little jade jewel, her favorite color. It shined slightly under the overhead light of the person sitting in front of her.
Growing up with two different Asian parents, Ami was raised in two different cultures. Her loving, hardworking mother, was Chinese, and her kind, musically inclined father was Japanese. She spoke three languages fluently since they lived in downtown Saint Paul until her parents got divorced that was. It was what it was.
Ami yawned and leaned her head against the side of the plane. It had been a year since she saw her father in person, and her grandfather for that matter, who promised (over the phone) that he would take her out to buy her class books and uniform for when the new year started. Her grandfather wanted Ami to be as prepared as possible.
But, the university was the last thing on her mind. With that last thought, Ami closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever was out there that for once, she'd maybe be free from nightmares for one night.
This time, her nightmare was interrupted by the loud and scratchy voice over the plane's intercom. One in English and the second in Japanese, telling everyone that landing would commence in less than thirty minutes. Ami had wiped more tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She checked to make sure that she was buckled before pulling her knees up and close to her chest.
Her entire life had been interrupted, dreams of the future destroyed, and her own mental well being, slowly falling apart. Ami pulled her long sleeves over her hands and tried to curl up as small as she felt for the rest of the flight.
When the plane landed, Ami stayed seated until mostly everyone around her had gotten up and left the plane. There were only a few stragglers left when Ami grabbed her bag from under the seat in front of her and left. Her earbuds were placed in her ear not a second after she stepped into Narita Airport. It was night and there was very little activity.
Following the signs, her first stop was baggage claim. It took approximately ten minutes for her to grab her suitcase. Next was to stand in line through customs, Ami didn't say anything to anyone as she waited for her turn to be interrogated by the customs police. She had gotten her student visa, glaring at it with every intention to leave as soon as she could and go back to Minnesota.
Nothing against Japan. She just didn't want to be here.
Ami sighed as she made her way through the airport and finally to the exit. She glanced around, looking for a tall Japanese man with blue eyes. It was easy to spot her father, sure with her unusual eyes color, but also because he was jumping up and down waving a sign with her name written on it.
Amelia, welcome home!
Home. Ami spat mentally but soon did her best to smile as genuinely as she could. She loved her father and his over-enthusiastic personality.
As soon as she made her way past the last level of gates. She was soon embraced by warm and large arms.
"I'm so happy to see you." Her father said in Japanese.
"Otosan," Ami whispered back. As sad, and angry at the world as she was, it was hard to be so in the presence of her dad.
"Let's get you settled in and to sleep."
Ami wrapped her headphones around her phone and dropped them in her bag. She nodded simply and walked next to her father to the car.
Something washed over Ami. A new feeling, one that was hard to place but, new nonetheless.
an: there you have it! the end of the first chapter. it acted more of like a prologue i guess, but i'm sure you guys get the picture!
Anywho, i hope you liked it! feel free to like, or comment, both and all are welcomed and appreciated!
Have a great day!
