Author's Note:
So, I am trying to currently re-evaluate the story and while I am doing so I am editing the chapters. Hope any changes I make will be good and for the best.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but what is mine -which is barely anything. I will never receive money for this and I really don't want to. This disclaimer refers to the whole story and not just this chapter.

Chapter Two

Tristian and Sean equally hated the plane. It was crowed and a very long ride to boot. Sean wasn't glad to be going to Tokyo. Tristian wished it was under happier conditions, but she wanted to make the best of it, anyway. It was her dream to be in Japan- moreover Tokyo and there she stood next to Sean waiting for their father outside of the airport. After a while of waiting it was obvious that Lieutenant Boswell was a no show.

"We'll just have to take a taxi, I guess!" Sean told his sister. She just nodded.

They managed to get a taxi easily. The driver spoke enough English and between Sean's and Tristian's Japanese knowledge they managed to tell him where they need to go.

"I knew watching anime with subtitles and reading fan fiction with Japanese would help out someday!" Tristian said proudly and gazed out the window at the beautiful city. Sean glanced at her and smirked and then the rest of the ride was quiet.

The ride was mostly silent after that. Sean kept thinking about how he had wanted to not mess up anymore so Tristian wouldn't have to keep moving around so much. He was pretty disappointed with himself, and he hoped he could do better here. He hoped Tristian would be happy here, too, because she didn't need to come along with him, but he was certainly glad to have her along.

Tristian stood, at their father's door, with Sean waiting for Lieutenant Boswell to answer. They both looked around a little before Sean rang the doorbell a second time. Finally the door was opened and there stood Lieutenant Boswell- who seemed to be little shocked and extremely unprepared to see his own children standing before him, though he should be expecting them. The man was barely dressed!

"I thought you two were going to be here on the seventh!" Lieutenant Boswell said almost as though it was wrong of them to be there.

"Today is the seventh." Sean answered flatly.

"Just... hang on one second!" The door slid closed while Tristian rolled her eyes.

"Sean, I dislike him even more now. I don't even know why!" Tristian couldn't help but say.

Sean just looked rather impatient, "Hopefully he's clothed when he comes back."

Just a few minutes went by and the door opened again. Tristian and Sean both noticed that their father was indeed fully dressed and was holding a feminine coat and a woman came out right behind him. Tristian sighed. Once the woman was gone Sean and Tristian followed Lieutenant Boswell inside.

"This is it." He told them and Sean walked around the small place with Tristian right behind him. Things weren't too cluttered, but surely there were better looking places that were so small. Tristian didn't expect more from a man like her father, though.

"Sean, I was going to be there to get you and your sister. But your mom said the 7th and we're a day ahead here in Tokyo." Lieutenant Boswell explained as Sean was still looking around. Tristian was just standing there looking at her father like he was some kind of beastly creature that she was seeing for the first time in her life.

Also noting him mentioning Tokyo being a day ahead, Tristian wondered why he has not called concerned that they had not come the day before or even actually being prepared to at least expect them today, a day late in his eyes. Sighing again, Tristian had to remind herself that he was the man who walked out on his family, so of course he would not be getting all worked up over any of this.

"Well, you're both here now." Lieutenant Boswell, "That's good. How is your mom?"

Sean looked at his father as though the subject was taboo because it really should be. Tristian just sighed heavily.

"Where do I sleep?" Sean asked, not beating around the bush.

"And me to! Don't forget about me!" Tristian said somewhat frustrated that Sean just asked about himself right in front of her. She really didn't want to be forgotten because they were already starting to act like she wasn't really there as it was.

"I wouldn't forget about you, sis. I'm just tired. Sorry."

"Ah, it's cool. I'll deal, I guess. I just don't know if I will actually like it here- that's all!"

They both then turned to their dad.

"You know she had no other choice? It was either this of juvey hall. I mean you can't just keep moving away every time you get into trouble."

"It worked for you!" Sean and Tristian said in unison.

"Look none of us asked for this." Their father began.

"I kind of did, actually." Tristian interjected.

"... but I promised your mom that I'd take care of you both. Just go by the rules, she and I agreed to, and I'm sure you'll manage just fine!" Obviously this was mainly aimed at Sean.

"Rules?" Sean replied almost surprised at it.

"Yeah. Rules. Real simple; you go to school, come here right after." Clearly aimed at Tristian and Sean both. "And I don't want to see or hear about you being anywhere near a car!" That last part was completely for Sean, no doubt- considering Tristian's not-so-eager attitude about cars compared to Sean's.

Sean made a funny face towards it. Not being around cars? Right! Like that'd happen. Tristian knew that he'd break that rule as soon as he could!

"You'll have to share this bedroom." Lieutenant Boswell said as he slid open the door to a room. It had two beds and barely any space to really move about. Not to mention a bunch of clothes were hanging all over.

"Lights out at ten," their father said before leaving to do whatever.

Finally the siblings were left alone to talk.

"What? He stuck us in a closet?" Tristian said to her bother as he opened a curtain to see the neighbor eating noodles and watching television. The person waved over as though it wasn't weird and Sean gave a friendly smile and nod then he closed the curtain.

"Seems like it. At least we got a little room. We'll have to make do for now!" Sean sat down on the bed that was against the window obviously claiming it for himself. Tristian had no choice but to take the other bed as her own. It really didn't take long at all for them to get to sleep, after that terrible plane trip and an overall emotional toll of the recent events.

The next morning Sean woke up at six to an alarm clock. Quickly he figured out how to turn it off. He saw the school uniforms in front of him on the dresser that separated him and his sister. There was a note that said the train to school left at seven. Sean woke his sister, then they both showered quickly and dressed they left for school.

Sean found it funny to see Tristian in a skirt because it really wasn't something he'd seen often, especially not when the skirt was so short. However he admired how brave and strong his sister was being just so she wouldn't have to be separated from him with so much distance.

They rushed to find their way to the school, unfortunately getting there late. The teacher wasn't mean though. She did start going on about something and Sean and Tristian were dumbfounded as could be. The word wabaki was repeated quite a bit. Finally they realized what was going on. Outside the room Sean and Tristian put on indoor slippers and returned to class.

Sean and Tristian had every class together. At their other school that wasn't the case- but they both figured that their father had it set up this way or the school just wanted it that way themselves. It was much more comfortable for them to be together.

At lunch Tristian was right behind her brother in the line.

"Hehe! That was funny first class. I think so anyway. Now we know what wabaki means, I guess! I did a little research about Japan and stuff before we came here. I should have remembered this stuff," Tristian rambled on as she and her brother were getting lunch.

"It's fine, really. It's our first day here... nobody should expect you to know everything needed to know!"

"It'd be wonderful to actually know the language. You know I've picked up a few things from animes or fanfictions- but not much! NOT ENOUGH" Tristian was being quite over-dramatic. Not on purpose. Everything was starting to sink in- FORIEGN country and all.

"Calm down." Sean said as some random guy cut in front of him and grabbed something and ate it. Sean looked a little confused but Tristian thought the guy was cute! So she smiled while Sean went on being confused.

Sean seemed to like the food so Tristian had no trouble trying it herself.

"I like it!" She said and kept eating.

Then a guy came out of nowhere and started to talk to Sean. He didn't seem to be from Japan... at least it was obvious that he wasn't actually Japanese. He was cute as well, really.

"Japanese food is like the army. Don't ask, don't tell." Sean kept on eating, though, and the guy sat down beside him. Tristian stared at the guy with interest as he was getting something from his backpack. "Name's Twinkie. I noticed you ain't have a laptop." He laid a laptop out onto the table.

"Yeah?" Sean replied.

"I'll hook you up." Twink said as though it was supposed to be obvious. "Half price."

"Nah, I'm cool."

"60 percent off." Tristian wondered if this guy would give it up. "Since we're both army brats and all."

"I ain't got no cash man and I ain't an army brat."

"Alright, alright!" Twinkie was truly okay with not getting the sell. "Well what about a cell phone? Everybody needs a cell phone!"

"No offence but I probably won't be here long enough to remember your name."

Then Tristian realized the guy was trying to sell Sean some shoes. He was persistent. Tristian smirked. She liked this guy- not a crush mind you, but she thought he was cool.

Sean noticed something on Twink's backpack that he liked, though, a steering wheel. However it seemed that Twinkie actually had something that he wasn't willing to sell.

"Whatchu drive?" Sean's curiosity was finally kicking in. Cars were his life, really. Tristian sighed wondering why she got left out of every conversation. However she didn't mind much because she really didn't know anything about cars. It did bother her that Twinkie didn't try to sell her anything. She sighed. Was she invisible or something?

"Oh my ride," Twinkie pointed to himself and sounded quite amused. "My ride's one of a kind!"

"Show me!"

"I thought you weren't sticking around?" Sean just kind of nodded a who-cares-what-I-said-this-is-about-cars nod.

"Alright!" Twinkie said.

Sean, Twinkie and Tristian stood in front of a neat garage thing. All of them were out of their school uniforms, changed into something more comfortable. Twink had told Tristian that she wouldn't fit in because she was wearing flared faded jeans with a black fitted t-shirt and her hair was in a ponytail, some of it has fallen out, but she didn't care. Twink wouldn't explain why she wouldn't fit in, though, when she questioned him.

Every car that went by as the system circled Sean would look over and Twinkie silently questioning if that was the one and Twinkie would just shake his head. Tristian liked the yellow car she'd seen, but that wasn't it either. Utter disappointment shined in her eyes.

Sean and Tristian were shocked and amazed when they saw the green one. That was the right one.

"Truly one of a kind!" Tristian said.

Twinkie was clearly excited about showing his ride off to some new people.

"Slammin', huh?" Twinkie asked. Sean just looked like all was wrong in the world. Tristian didn't quite hear whatever else was said.

"At least let me drive," Sean said passing Twink and taking the steering wheel. They were on their way.

"Y'all better have some real cars around here." Sean said as he drove. Tristian tuned them out for a while… Then they had reached their destination!

Note:

So, I enjoy reading over this for now. Hope I can finish this and it will be a good story.