What Once Was
Chapter 2
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- Her Return -
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A girl with shoulder length hair and ebony hair walked across one of Japan's many airports. Her right hand was holding onto a single black suitcase that was rolling behind her. The girl wore black huge framed sunglasses, a silky layered white shirt tucked into denim blue jeans, black strappy sandals, black cardigan, and layers of silver necklaces that glistened when the sun hit it.
Next to the girl at each of her sides were two other girls. Identical twin sisters to be exact. The girl at the right wore a loose, long sleeved, silky emerald green colored shirt, dark denim jeans folded up at the bottom, and black oxford shoes. The girl at the left wore a midnight ocean blue long sleeved shirt tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans and black combat boots. They were each holding a hot pink, and a sky blue suitcase. They each had on dark colored huge framed sunglasses covering their faces.
"Hey Erika, did you remember to bring the bag?" the girl with the dark brown hair asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." the girl (Erika) wearing the emerald green shirt said. She unzipped the top of her hot pink suitcase and took out a white leather purse.
"How much money is in there?" Erika's twin sister, Maya, asked.
"A lot." was Erika's answer as she took out a couple of Japanese dollars and handed them to her cousin wearing the many shiny necklaces. The three girls were standing right next to the floor-to-cieling glass windows and the sun was hitting the necklaces through the thick glasses.
"Hey Misa, do you mind buying those smoothies over there? I'll hold you're bag." Maya said as she turned to look at her cousin.
"Sure, do you want some too?" Misaki asked as she turned to her second cousin.
Erika nodded her head as she tucked the money into the wallet and put it away in the white purse.
Misaki handed Maya her bag and walked towards one of the foods stands. She asked the cashier for three smoothies. One raspberry, one strawberry, and one mango. The cashier, a boy around her age with dimples on his cheeks, and bright blue eyes gave them to Misaki with a wink.
Knowing what the boy wanted and how she should be playing this game, Misaki gave him a sweet smile before taking the cartoon with the tree milkshakes on it and walking away before the boy could say anything to her.
"Did you get that guys number?" Maya asked once Misaki returned.
Misaki chuckled and shook her head, no.
"He was cute." Erika commented.
"Was I suppose to get his number?" Misaki asked her cousins.
"No, you don't want to play easy." Erika said.
"But you should have at least let him talk to you. At least then you could judge him and decide weather or not you like him." Maya said, her eyes on the blue eyed boy.
"But what if he ask me for my number and I don't want to give it to him?" Misaki pointed out.
"Tell him that you don't have a phone." Erika suggested.
"Or that your phone is disconnected." Maya added.
Misaki laughed.
Over the past year, Misaki, Minako, and Suzuna left Japan to go to America and live with their relatives there. Misaki discovered that her mother came from a well-do family with a lot of money. She lived with her grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins in the huge mansion over in a wealthy, suburban town in California.
Since her time there, Misaki learned to speak, read, and write fluent English. She's also currently learning to speak Spanish since the population in the neighborhood was fifty percent Hispanic and Latino.
Misaki's cousins, Erika and Maya were two mischievous, daring girls who often knew how to get in trouble. It was them that suggested and helped Misaki dye her hair a pretty dark brown that when caught in the sunlight, it looked silky and shiny. They pretty much helped Misaki with everything. They were the ones responsible for transforming the cheap, demon president into a more feminine, stylish girl who knows how to kick ass when necessary. And in return, Misaki showed them how to fight and helped them with their academics.
Suzuana and Minako are still in America. Minako decided that it would be a good idea for Misaki to be an independent girl for her last year in high school. So Misaki decided that she wanted to come back to Japan and her cousins decided to tag along with her.
Usui was standing next to the windows in his apartment complex. A cherry flavored lollipop was in his mouth, the white stick was sticking out at the right corner of his lip. His emerald colored green eyes were observing the many people walking at the streets below.
Guy tells girl something, girl giggles, guy gets number and they'll see each other sometime this week. Usui thought as he watched two teenagers across the street sitting on the bus stop's bench laughing and talking.
Sure enough, he's right. The incredibly good looking gentlemen is usually right when it comes to something as simple as being observant.
A phone rang in the distance and Usui turned around. He saw his cell phone on the table, its luminous blue light flashing through the screen. With a click on the expensive touch screen phone, he answered it.
"Hello? Usui?" A preppy, feminine voice immediately pipped up at the other line.
"Yeah?" Usui replied bluntly.
"Oh Usui! It really is you! I thought that you decided to stop answering my calls. Silly me. So, what are you planning to do over the weekend?"
"Dunno."
"Really? You have no plans? Well in that case, let's go out on a date!"
"What for?"
"'Cause you're my fiance and everyone expects to see us together in public. Most likely on a romantic date. So what do you say, Usui. You in? Or out?"
"..."
"Uh...hello?"
"Where?"
The girl at the other end gasped in excitement and shock. "Really Usui? You want to go on the date? Oh my gawd! Okay, so we're going to go to a cruise ship for the whole week-"
"I thought it was only for the weekend."
"Oh, well, yeah. But I think that it'll be better if-"
"Maybe we should reschedule for a later time."
"What? No. No! No!"
"Why not?"
"Because...because we can't! We're engaged, we have to do this!"
"Yeah, and?"
"Oh Usui, you're so blunt and mean to me!"
"..."
"H-hello?"
"Um, so this weekend? A date in one of the French restaurants will do. See you there!"
"Huh? Oh Usui, I can't believe that-"
Click.
Usui, Takumi let out a sigh. This upcoming date with his fiance would not be fun. The only reason why he did what he just did was because he did not want to hear her nagging. And if he hung up on her, she would just come visit him. And that is something he does not want her to do.
A girl with coppery red hair, beautiful green eyes, light skin and inconspicuous freckles hung up on her phone with a soft, sweet smile on her face.
"Miss Vanderwaal, where would you like the new portrait hung at?" A maid with long black hair twisted up in a bun asked.
The girl moved her gaze from her phone to the young maid. "Over there, Dila." She said pointing at the open space next to the towering bookshelf.
The maid, Dila, scurried over to where the young mistress pointed at and ordered two muscled men wearing matching navy blue polo shirts and khaki pants holding a large portrait of the young girl wearing an elegant white dress standing at the top of a well-polished stair case. The lighting in the picture was making her skin and dress glow brightly, making her resemble somewhat a beautiful goddess.
Sarah Vanderwaal is the fiance of Takumi Usui. She's the daughter and heir to one of the world's leading fashion industries that is currently rapidly growing through out the world.
The beautiful girl turned her heels and faced the giant window overlooking the park across the street. She was humming a catchy tune as she planned out what she was going to wear for her date this weekend.
A/N:
Dumpty dumpty dum, so! How is everyone liking the re-write so far? Is it good, bad, okay, interesting, predictable, boring, long, short, confusing? Be honest and let me know! :)