Pairing; MitarixOC
Time; A year or so after the Sensui thing
*Ahem* Attention all readers! Thank you for choosing this little sweetheart of a fanfic, I can only pray I live up to your expectations. Just as a reminder; none of this stuff ever happened, if it did I obviously wouldn't be writing a fic about it, now would I? Thank you and enjoy the ride…
Chapter One – New Country No Changes
Cruelty. It was something I witnessed often growing up. I saw it in everyone except one person. My Brother.
I could go into a mile long list of examples. But the main one boils down to the jerks in charge that split us away from our mother in the first place. Eric, my brother, and I got tossed from foster parent to foster parent. And while not always toward us, they all showed their own cruelness. But Eric was 18 and the very second he was considered an adult we were leaving.
What I did remember about our mother was that she was from Japan. I can't say I'd ever taken much thought to what the country was like, maybe Eric had. It was one of the few things he never told me. Eric and I were opposites; he was out going, fun, and optimistic. I was shy, introverted; I was fine with not talking when I didn't have to. We complimented each other's attitudes well. I loved him, and depended on him as the only person who cared about me. He was the only person who made our childhood okay. No mater how upset I was he could cheer me up. He understood my silence well, and knew what I was saying when I didn't say anything.
I defiantly had nothing to say when he told me he'd like to move to Japan, now that we could. Throughout our foster years he had been saving money, given to us by our "parents", I never asked what he planned to do with it. I wasn't even sure he'd had a plan then, but obviously he'd been planning for plane tickets because we actually had enough for two tickets there. I hadn't known what to think. I knew very little of the language. Eric and I had started teaching ourselves when I was nine and he 12, in our free time. I thought knew enough to get me around but I didn't know if I was ready to really test that. I didn't think it peoples attitudes would change just because it was a new country. Besides, I'd be going to public school. Eric and I had never gone to school; we switched between having tutors and teaching ourselves.
Still, I wouldn't argue and so late march, only a week after Eric's 18th birthday we were off.
"Eric?" I asked, as he drove to the airport.
"Yeah, Bec?" He said, using his common nickname for me, Rebecca.
"Where are we staying?"
"Oh, on my birthday, I was able to find a cheep apartment near my work. Don't worry, we've got a home there." He defiantly had been planning this for a while.
"I've wanted to go to Japan forever." He said casually, he knew that what I was thinking. He went on conversationally, "That's why I wanted to learn it, and teach you too, it just seems like such a great place, I wanted to go. Mom might have something to do with why I'm so connected to it, you know."
I nodded and smiled. Eric was talking about mom. Though we normally didn't, I always liked when Eric talked about her, while he was only 6 when we were taken away he seemed to remember her a lot more than me, and seemed genuinely happy when talking about her. He patted my head absently as we reached the airport.
The flight was uneventful, no turbulence or air traffic. Eric and I watched the overhead movie in silence, and then it was night. I knew we still had a long time before we landed but I was already getting nervous. Most people had fallen asleep but all I could do was think about what life would be like. I couldn't say I was expecting any change in people's attitudes. If anything I was preparing myself for the cruelty to get worse. I was, after all, going into high school, in the middle of the semester with limited knowledge of the language. This was going to be just perfect, I thought sarcastically.
In the seat next to me Eric stirred from where he was sleeping, or I thought he'd been sleeping, and put a hand on my shoulder. "Things will be fine Bec, trust me. Now get some sleep okay?"
I smiled and nodded. I'd have Eric there, I suppose, I guess things might not be that bad, as long as he's always there for me. I tried to keep the hardships of moving out of my head as I drifted off to sleep.
I didn't really concentrate on the morning flight into Japan. Actually I was trying hard to concentrate on anything but that. I read, I drew, I talked to Eric about what his job was going to be like. He told me, while it was Sunday and I wouldn't have school he would have to work. Plus his workdays were 10 hours long.
"It'll be okay, though." He told me, never losing a grin, "I'll be getting paid, and plus, you can spend the day checking out our town, getting to know people."
"I guess," I said, trying to sound like I thought he was right. Eric knew how shy I was, for me getting to know people was almost impossible. Eric chuckled, probably reading my expression guessing my thoughts again. That was the end of that conversation.
We landed in Japan mid-afternoon. Rain fell hard against the glass. I wasn't sure what to think about that. Rain itself had always seemed peaceful, serene, and I enjoyed it. However the gloom that it gave off was a fitting entrance for the gloom I knew I'd feel being new here. Eric left for work the moment we got to our small apartment, reminding me to 'go check stuff out and try to make friends'. I sighed, didn't' even bother with an umbrella, and wandered outside, in a new city in a new country, feeling alone.
Great way to start off, huh?