Thought I would get a head start on another chapter for Lady Kitsune. I hop you all like my stories, and try to read some of my others please. Don't forget to vote! Sorry if its kinda rushed, im working on that.
If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said (1)
"Miss."
Then he's the hero of the day
"Miss?"
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
"Miss!"
Hinata awoke with a start, the flight attendance shaking her mildly rough. Hinata immediately sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes; embarrassed by the fact that the book on top of her face and her iPod flew a few feet away. Suddenly she looked away before the attendant could get a good look at her eyes. The contacts!
"Ah…Gomenasai. Nani? (2)" The flight attendant smiled down at her unintended cuteness.
"Sir, we have arrived at Tokyo (3)." Hinata looked out the airplane window in wonder. On her side there were some airplane runways in the way but she could still imagine the city vividly from when she was a child. This was my home. Is my home.
Shortly after the encounter grabbed her luggage and headed out to the road to hail a taxi, but not before applying eye drops. It took quite a while to get a taxi since it was about three in the morning because of the time change and flight.
"Where to, Kid," the cab driver's coarse voice questioned. Hinata gave the middle-aged man the address of the apartments she looked up a few days before and they were off.
"Oi, Kid. Arent you a little young to be out here alone at this time at night?" Hinata froze in her seat looking for an answer. What would Damien do?(4)
"Maybe." Oh, real smooth Hinata!
"Kid, I don't need lip, okay? Just worried. What about your parents," This time he sounded irritated, but switched to concern in the middle. Hinata racked her brain for an excuse before just coming out with the truth.
"I'd rather not talk about it, Sir." Her eyes were downcast and she was reminiscing about home already. Her mom…Her dad…Hanabi.
"Hey, Kid, we're here." After Hinata paid the driver and he drove off, she made a start for the door of the 'Clubhouse' they call it for the apartments. Its really just an office. It took her a while to get to the door since she had so much luggage. When Hinata finally made it to the door she knocked on the door and had a small conversation with the manager before heading off towards her new apartment. Hinata had a chat with her when she looked up the building so there was no need for paperwork- or adults.
Hinata took one look at the apartment and instantly loved it. It was a one room apartment already halfway furnished and made of dark wood. It reeked for TLC(5) and dust but Hinata only smelled freedom. The main room portion had a small kitchen area, complete with a stove and microwave, in the far left corner, and a kotatsu (6) a little ways from it. The other side of the room was completely bare save for the entertainment stand on the far wall and closer to the door a rolled up futon(7) next to a folded shoji screen(8). In the middle of the room there was a door, leading to a closet. To the far left there was a door to a balcony. At least nobody could climb up easily, she was on the top floor (5th floor). She knew she would come to hate being this far up, but it was now her home.
"Thank you for choosing Arata Apartments, we all hope you enjoy your stay. If you ever need anything just ask," the worker says before taking her leave. Hinata takes a few more steps inside before closing and locking the front door. Setting down her bags, Hinata suddenly felt tired, but was too anxious to sleep. Everything is still a rush, and she didn't know where to begin in the room. She decided it was best to at least try to go to sleep to try and get used to the time change. Even if it's only a few hours. She changed into her pajamas, rolled out her futon and climbed into it, thinking about what the game plan would be to do before she started school next week. For starters, she would probably have to get a job because that money she had would eventually run out.
(1) Song is Englishman in New York by The Sting
(2) Means 'What' in Japanese
(3) I just wanted to say that I don't really know anything about what's in Tokyo and stuff so everything might not be factual
(4) He is a friend from America
(5) Tender Love and Care (T.L.C.)
(6) The little Japanese tables that you have to sit on the floor with. The kotatsu is the blanket that goes with it I think. I also think it has a heater under it too. Not for sure.
(7) The blanket/cushion that they sometimes use for a bed.
(8) A retractable screen that's used to separate a room or to change behind.
Tell me what you guys think. Sorry it's been forever since I last updated it and sorry for changing the first chapter out of nowhere. And sorry that this chapter is kinda short. Dang I'm full of apologies. Anyway, tell me if you want me to continue this story. Don't forget to vote! (^.-)