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Fuji Tsukiko

2 years back.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Noo!!!! I'm gonna be LATE!~ OI OI! HEY! I SAID YOU! MOVE IT!~" Oh great the brat didn't move it. Yup, now I'm on the ground on top of that same brat that didn't move it. Y'know despite the fact that I'm running late already, this just totally ruined my day.

"I-Itai...eto....Can you get off me?" It took me a few minutes to comprehend that the voice came from underneathe me and another 10 (okay I'm exaggerating) too realize he was speaking to me in Japanese. That's weird I mean, we didn't have many Japanese people in our school, in fact I might be the only one and I was half. Weirder part is, we were in America..... Jet lagged? Yeah that's probably it. Going back through my fluent but buried Japanese knowledge in my brain, what he said finally kicked in.

"G-Gomeneh!" I said, blushing when I finally looked down to realize the guy was unbearably ADORABLE. I mean his hair had a light shade of green in it though it was obviously black. His eyes were cat like and for a moment I thought he was wearing some crazy contacts.

"Um...Dai joh bu--- Are you okay?" he asked. Sighing internally, I filed back out my English.

"Yeah, I'm okay, you probably know this already but you landed my fall." I mumbled staring at my feet. Suddenly a warm but soft touch claimed my forehead, followed by immediate stinging. "ITAI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THAT HURT!~~~" I whined. Okay I'm childish but whatevs. Being childish is good, it keeps you young.

"I didn't cushion all your fall....You do realize you have blood running down the middle of your face." He said casually, though his eyes revealed hidden humour and a smirk was plastered on his face.

"NYAHAAA!~ No way. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew I hate blood. Ewwwwww get it OFF! OMG I CAN TASTE IT-" A hand cupped over my mouth which was drenched with the salty and iron-ie taste of blood.

"Can you taste it now?" he asked half amused - half annoyed. But personally, I think the annoyed part was much bigger than the amused part.

Because I couldn't talk, I merely shook my head. Bad idea, the scratch stung again, and I think it was more like a big scrape than just a scratch. Not only that, but more blood began to ooze from my forehead. I began feeling light headed then.

"He-hey! Are you okay?"

Everything went black.

I awoke some time later in an unfarmiliar room by a few voices. I then recognized the surroundings to be the hospital. I shut my eyes and listened.

I hadn't recognized the voice at first.

"Are you a friend of hers?" It must've been a doctor or nurse.

"Um...yeah. How is she?" The voice was barely recognizable but I figured it was the brat I fell on. Did he bring me here?

"You sound unsure of yourself lad. She's doing fine and should be coming around some time soon. I fixed her up with a few stitches and because of the blood loss, I'm afraid she'll have to stay over night." he explained. Please let this be a freaky nightmare, I'd never been to a hospital before, not to mention staying over night.

"Did you know what happened to her?" The doc asked.

"She ran into me and fell." The voice replied in a "matter-of-factly" tone.

I wanted to protest. I mean come on! You didn't move when I told you to!

I "awoke" then. The doc was out of the room. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked. He spun around to face me and came over to sit on the couch beside the bed.

Because I felt like it. Well that's what I expected.

"I was ... worried. You lost a lot of blood." he said, staring at me with his adorable eyes.

"Why didn't you just call daddy's assistant on my cell phone. I have just the same facilities at home." I lied, grinning.

"Seriously?!" He asked in disbelief.

I burst out laughing then, which sent my head spinning. I gripped the sheets, trying to get it to stop as fast it had started, unnoticably. It worked.

"Not funny." he mumbled stubbornly. I gave a light chuckle.

"You shoulda seen the look on your face."

He too gave a slight grin, "Not bad." And then he became serious. "Y'know, you'd never told me your name yet."

"Fuji Tsukiko," I replied in my usual cheerful tone. "It's written in the kanji as in "not second" and my fisr name written means-"

"If I'm not mistaken...child of the moon, is that right?" he asked before I was able to finish.

"Yeah, you read kanji?" I asked. The old fasion Japanese used Chinese characters in their writing. The use is limited now-a-days with of course the occasional exception of names like mine.

"No, not really. But I had been interested for a while in it."

"What's your name?"

"Echizen Ryoma. Echizen is written in kanji as "came upon" and Ryoma is just as it is." He explained.

End Flashback

"Name?" The secretary asked as she brought out a stack of files.

"Fuji Tsukiko. And I would also like to pick up the timetable for Echizen Ryoma as well if that is possible." I said politely. As I waited, I stared off into the walls of the office and thought back to that time, was it really only 6 months ago?

Six months back

"Ryoma-kun!~" I cheered as I skipped down the hall. Though I was only half Japanese (my mother is American) and I'd lived in America for most of my life. I had been brought up living the Japanese traditions, incluiding the formalities. When talking at school, I very often put in a few "kun"s, "chan"s, and "senpai"s.

Everyone was used to it by now.

Ryoma gave me his usual frin and nod as he watched me approach him. Ever since that day of the accident, me and Ryoma had gotten closer than ever. Not much longer had I realized I'd been falling in love with him. Though I didn't say anything.

"Ohio, Tsukiko-chan." We didn't bother speaking English to each other though someimtes, we would mix the two together.

"Ryoma-kun!~~~ I asked Okaa-san yesturday, she said I could go with you to JAPAN!!!!" I exclaimed. Luckily, it was lunch time, everybody had been chatting up and down the halls.

"That's great!" He cheered. That's a first. Ryoma never cheered. Not to mention pick me up and spinning me in a circle.

"Eto..." I began. I had something else I wanted to tell him but I didn't know how to. He immediately spotted the change in atmosphere.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to read it through my eyes. I looked away. "Tsukiko...did I do something wrong? What happened?"

I shook my head. He stared me down. "What's wrong?" he asked again, more like demanded this time.

I shook my head again. He took my head and led me to the rooftop of the school. Our spot.

He then placed his hands on either side of my head. "Tsukiko, this is driving me crazy. I demand you tell me what's going on now!" He had never risen his voice at me before. I flinched back unintentionally.

"Ryoma-kun...is it alright... to call you Ryoma from now on?" I asked hesitantly.

Suddenly I felt a slight warmth brush against my lips and then it disappeared. He pulled his cap on and covered the majority of his upper face but I couldn see a faint blush on his cheeks which matched the ones on mine.

"Will...you...be my girlfriend?" he asked. He then opened his mouth to change his mind or insist that that wasn't what he meant to say.

"Watashi Ryoma no ... daisuki dayo." I said, huggin him. I didn't realize that I had takcled him to the floor until I woke up in the hospital again...nah I'm kidding. We hugged and he pulled me into a passionate kiss before the bell rang. We both realized then, not only were we gonna be late for class, but we'd missed the whole lunch period.

His stomach rumbled in unison to mine. "Was it worth it?" He mumbled to himself, rubbing his stomach.

I sighed, "not at all." And then I ran off to class.

End Flashback

note: Sorry, it would've been up yesturday but there were some technical difficulties (which got me pretty mad because I stayed up to 2 am typing it up on my cell phone.) But anyways, it's here now. I finished the 3rd chapter while I was out and that will be up soon too. Thanks for the support.