Bilingual
Chapter 1
I go to Mishima High, live in Japan, and speak English, Spanish, and Japanese in this story. Really I live in California and only speak English and some Spanish. :D
Summary: I met a young man, who was planing entering the tournament, that spoke nothing of what anyone else in the country knew. And when Jin and I are doing an operation how will it affect our friendships? what starts out as romance turns into an action...
I walked through Mishima High, without thought. I walked blankly, and of course, with my luck, I tripped and fell into someone. "I'm sorry," I said in Japanese. Suddenly I looked up and realized my mistake. "Excuse me," I corrected noting that the youg man I now faced was not of Japan. Because I spoke his language, clearly he seemed both impressed and surprised.
"It's cool. I'm José," he said in his native tongue.
"Leticia," I spoke of my Spanish name. We kissed each other's cheeks as the rest of Mishima stood, staring in amazement. I chuckled to myself. "Do you speak English?" I asked.
"No," he replied.
"You're new?"
"Yes. Where is room 37?" José questioned.
"I'll show you; I have it next also," I smiled at my new friend. "And I'll show you around the school and introduce you to my friends."
"But I speak neither English nor Japanese."
"I can translate. I've lived here for a few years so I know my Japanese very well," I smirked.
"Where did you come from?" José asked as we walked the halls.
"North America," I stated.
"United States? I'm from Mexico," he said.
I nodded. We walked into class and sat down. José sitting behind me.
Ling took her usual seat to my left. "Ling," I said in Japanese. She turned her head almost as if to reply. "This is José." I then turned to José. "This is Ling Xiaoyu." This time I spoke Spanish.
Xiaoyu looked at me as though I were crazy.
The teacher then stood from her chair and called, in Japanese, to José.
I raised my hand up to tell the teacher that I would be his translator. She nodded and told me to tell him that he would need to get my telephone number in order to understand the homework. I smiled at him.
After class, we sat near a tree with Ling as she blabbed about how Jin was so cute and how she would love to have the courage to tell him how much she liked him. But little did she know, I felt the same way, even though I knew he didn't like me back. I rolled my eyes and repeated her words in Spanish and added that, since she understood me not, I felt it was safe to say, that I liked him, too. José gave me an 'I don't care about Ling' look.
I pointed Jin out to him and he nodded. He was the kind of person that could tell whether or not the person of the same sex was good looking or not without actually making them gay. I was like that, too.
José then mutter something of which I barely understood. I burst with laughter.
"What? What's so funny?" Ling asked.
"He thinks I'm pretty!" I said in the midst of my laughing attack.
"And how is that funny?" Xiaoyu just didn't get it.
"I'm not!" I said first in Japanese then Spanish.
Ling rolled her eyes and made motions to José in suggesting that I'm crazy.
José shook his head.
Ling stared at him with amazement. She obviously knew something I didn't.
