ok, here's the next chapter for you hot off the press
we own nothing, cause if we did, they're wouldn't be need for this
Han nodded and shrugged quickly showing her the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and the laundry room, before he led her back towards his room.
"I have a feeling you'll like my room," Han said showing her the room covered in wall to wall posters of cars and motorcycles all with pretty women.
Angel smiled and looked around the room slowly, "I love it, the best part being I can name every bike and car on your walls. I think we're going to get along great Han."
Han smiled and nodded, "I kind of figured, it sounded like you were sent here to get away from this kind of stuff."
"Yeah basically," Angel said shrugging, "Dad didn't like me being friends with the boy across the street."
Han nodded, "I'll show you around town after school one day. Show you all the good garages to hang out at and where I'm gonna set up shop myself one day."
"Can I help you run the place?" Angel asked perking up a bit.
"Sure, I'll need all the help I can get you know."
Angel beamed at him, "Sounds amazing thank you!"
Han nodded and lead her back to the kitchen, "Alright mom we're done…"
Angel's aunt smiled at her and motioned them to sit at the small table on the floor. She couldn't say she was enjoying her stay so far in Japan, everything was smaller, the culture was way different and the language block was too much.
Han passed her fleeting looks across the table as if he could tell Angel was getting depressed about being so far from home. He followed her into her room and sat her down on the bed after dinner.
"What's wrong? You miss your dad?" Han asked standing against the closed door.
"No, I hate my dad. Why would I miss him?" Angel asked avoiding his question carefully.
"Then what is it?" he persisted crossing his arms over his chest.
"I miss my friends. Dad rushed me out of school so fast I couldn't get any of their contact information. All I had time for was a quick good bye and I gave the boy my dad hates a kiss on the cheek," Angel said slowing her cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
Han smiled softly, "Got a crush on the boy don't you?"
"NO! Boys are icky," she said childishly huffing, "He was my best friend and we made a pact, no matter what, we got each others backs."
Han grinned at that, "Can you have my back too?"
Angel shrugged, "I don't know yet. We'll see if your worth my time at school," she said shrugging as if she didn't care they had instantly taken to one another.
Han nodded, "I can accept that. I'll see if you're worth my time in school too then."
Angel nodded, "When is school starting?"
"About a week. We're going to hang around here until school starts up. Mom and I can teach you Japanese and Mom will order your uniform."
"What kind of uniform?" she asked warily.
"The school girl kind, with a skirt, button down shirt, tie and jacket," Han said smiling as Angel looked at him in horror, "Sorry it's a requirement."
"Great… Vince would so be laughing his ass off right now…" she grumbled under her breath as Han watched her carefully.
"Another friend?" he asked curiously as she pouted.
"Yeah…" she shook her head clearing away the memories, "So how long is school?"
"Six hours like every where else, it's a public school after all. I'm sure you'll pick up Japanese soon enough, it's an easy language it just looks intimidating."
"Easy for you to say Asian boy… Spanish is my second language, so I don't think Japanese will be very important to me as of yet."
Han frowned and snorted, "Whatever," he said standing straight and walking out her door, leaving her there to contemplate her situation.
Angel groaned and flopped back onto her bed, "I hate my dad…"
Angel blinked as the light was flicked on and the covers ripped off of her, "What?"
"Time to get up sleepy head, it's almost noon. I know the jetlag and the time change, but you'll adjust," Her aunt said smiling warmly down at her.
Angel made a soft groaning humming noise and nodded as she pulled herself out of bed and into the small bathroom. Locking the door she went about her business before walking back into her room where Han was sitting on her bed.
"Hey you are a zombie… Mom said you kind of just looked at her blankly when she woke you up," Han said as she ratted through her bags and pulled out underwear and some other clothes.
She ignored him for the time being as she walked back into the bathroom and turned the water on, quickly stripping down and walking into the cold spray. Her eyes snapped open as she finally realized where she was.
Groaning she quickly finished washing up and got dressed, as she came out of the bathroom she was greeted by a bowl of ramen held by Han.
"Lunch, so eat up," Han explained as she looked at him confused.
"Thank you," Angel said smiling softly, "Sorry I ignored you… I'm not really too awake until I have a cold shower."
Han nodded smiling, "I know what you mean. You'll be fine by the time school starts up though."
"I sure hope so. I don't think I can handle taking a shower at 5 in the morning everyday. So how do we get to school? Bus, bicycle, car?"
"Uh… none of the above. We take the train to school, it's kind of like the metro. Have you been on the metro before?" Han asked looking at Angel who nodded taking the ramen and beginning to eat.
"Yep. I lived in LA and I'm not old enough to own a car so Metro and bus are my preferred modes of transportation."
"Good then I shouldn't need to teach you how to use the pass machines then?"
"I can't read Japanese genius," Angel said dully as she swallowed a large mouthful of Ramen.
"Right… So I guess I have to teach you how to use the machines," Han said sighing softly, "Don't worry you'll pick it up pretty fast."
"Right," Angel said not believing him at all.
Han smiled and motioned her into his room, "Come on I'll show you some cars you're going to see while you're here."
Angel nodded and walked out of her room and into Han's as he lifted his mattress and pulled out a few car magazines.
"These are Japanese cars, all the American cars you're used to, are called foreign here for obvious reasons. Those cars are far and few between, meaning your not going to see them," Han said smiling.
Angel pouted slightly, "But I love seeing Mustangs and the modded cars. Do you guys not mod your cars?"
"We mod the cars. Trust me you'll know when you see them," Han said grinning as he lay on his bed, "Come on lay down with me."
Angel smiled and lay down next to him as they poured over the magazine's talking mods and parts. The comfort of talking cars with someone made her feel more at home then any thing else.
There was a knock on the door as she and Han were in a heated debate about what kind of engine would have been better for the Supra in the magazine.
Angel looked up as Han slipped out of bed and opened the door beginning to speak Japanese to his father. Her head tilted to the side, she was never going to understand this language.
Han looked at the confused Angel and smiled at her, "Don't think about it too much. You're only going to hurt yourself."
Angel stuck her tongue out at him, "Whatever, and a twin turbo is a better engine then a V8."
Han shook his head, "Keep thinking that," he puffed slightly as they returned to the debate over engines when he had lay back down on his bed.
By the time dinner rolled around Han and Angel where laughing and carrying on. Han smiled catching his breath as he pulled Angel out to the table and pulled her down next to him.
"So what have you two been up to all day," Aunt Suki asked looked at the two who were smiling.
"We were talking all day. We found out we have a lot in common," Angel said folding her legs under her as she took the glass of ice water Han handed her, "Thank you."
Han nodded, "So mom would it be alright if I taught Angel Japanese on my own?"
She nodded, "That would be perfect; I have a lot going on right now in the office and the time I thought I would have to teach Angel just doesn't exist anymore."
Angel smiled, "That's alright I think Han will be a fine teacher."
Han grinned, "Thank you mom."
She nodded, "Of course, thank you Han for offering."
Han nodded, "I needed something to do."
His father looked at him and nodded saying something in Japanese as Han flushed slightly and looked down at his plate losing his grin as Angel's aunt joined the conversation in Japanese as well.
Angel looked between the three of them and made an educated guess that Han was getting yelled at. This she determined only by the slightly raised voices and the look on Han's face. When the conversation was over she could tell he had just gotten reprimanded, his face had an embarrassed blush on it as he looked pitifully at his plate.
Han and Angel excused themselves from the table and walked back towards Han's room.
"So what was all that? What did you get in trouble for?" Angel asked looking at him.
Han seemed to bristle slightly, "I don't want to talk about it."
"But I do," Angel said grabbing his arm, "I want to understand what the hell happened."
Han blinked and smiled thinly, "Alright, come on. You can consider it your very first lesson in Japanese."
Angel looked at the uniform hanging on her door, "You gotta be kidding me…"
Han laughed, "Nope, this is your uniform for tomorrow."
Angel groaned and put her arms around Han's neck, "Please tell me I can wear shorts under it…"
Han shrugged, "I doubt their going to flip your skirt."
"Good! I really don't want to wear a skirt and just a skirt."
Han laughed and pulled her into the kitchen, "Come on I'll make dinner, mom and dad will be home late tonight. It's their anniversary."
Angel smiled and walked with Han, "Good because I don't feel like cooking."
"You cook?" he asked slightly surprised.
"Yes, I can bake too. I like cooking, it relaxes me. But it takes too damn long sometimes. Like right now when I just feel like flopping on the floor or something cushy and taking a nap," Angel said pouting as Han untangled himself from his step cousin's large hug.
Han shook his head, "If you wanna sleep you can go to bed without dinner."
Angel made a face, "No thank you. I like food."
Han snorted and started making dinner, "Then go sit over there and don't bug me."
Angel nodded and flopped down on the floor in front of the table.
Han yawned and pulled the covers over him and Angel, she had fallen asleep while they were talking in his room. He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her temple lightly, "See you in the morning Angel."
Han groaned feeling something nudge him, his eyes opened as he saw Angel fidgeting in her sleep, "Alright I get it, I'll move over."
Angel opened one eye, "Han why are you in my bed?"
"I'm not, you're in mine. You fell asleep while we were talking and I didn't want to wake you."
"Oh, sorry," she said as there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Han said sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"There you are Angel, your uncle and I were looking for you," her aunt said smiling softly.
"Yeah Han and I were talking last night and he said I fell asleep in here," Angel said sitting up covering up her large yawn.
"I see," she said smiling, "Come on you two. Go get ready for school, I already packed your lunches and your book bags."
Angel smiled and moved out of Han's room as she groaned lightly at the uniform and pulled it, a pair of shorts and a newest of underwear into the bathroom as she started up her usual cold shower.
Stepping out of the bathroom fully dressed, Han handed her a piece of toast and ushered her out of the house, "Come on you. We got to catch the train."
Angel made a face and ate the toast as she rang out her long hair on the way to the subway. She really did hate mornings after all.
Han handed her the ticket and dragged her into the packed train, "Alright, so do you think you'll be okay with the Japanese now?"
"I sure hope so," Angel said swallowing the last bit of toast.
Han grinned, "Good. So when we get to school I'll introduce you to a few people and then you can go find your classes."
Angel nodded, "Okay… anything strange I should know?"
"Yeah, before going into class you need to put on what we call wabaki, their blue and white slippers, they'll be in your cubby…"
"Slippers… Alright whatever," Angel said as Han pulled her out of the train and onto the street towards the school.
Han walked up to a group of guys, "Hey Takashi!"
The shortest of the group turned around, "Hello Han."
"I want you guys to meet my step cousin, Angel. She'll be living with me until she decides she's old enough to go back to the states," Han said curling an arm around her waist.
"Hello Angel," the short boy said nodding, "I am Takashi, this is Toshi, and Morimoto. What class are you in?"
"She's your age Takashi, she's probably in your class," Han said shrugging as the school bell rang, "I'll meet you right her when school lets out you got it?"
Angel nodded, "Sure Han no prob."
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