I was at the airport, waiting for the plane to board. I just sat in silence while inside I was crying my eyes out, but I couldn't and wouldn't do that in front of people. Even though I did in front of Jamie. When the people in uniforms started loading people onto the plane I stood up. I trudged over and gave them my ticket, then I was led to a certain part of the plane, where there was no one to be found. They set me down in a chair next to the window and put my bag above me on a shelf. I stared out the window as tears began to fall. I was never going to see Jamie again.
No one sat where I was sitting so I had peace and quiet, it was a big plane so everyone was either in the front or the back, only me in the middle. They must've thought I could use the alone time. I started hearing yelling at the front of the plane, so I just tuned them out, I was too busy watching the people work. The yelling got closer, but I didn't notice until I was being squeezed to death. I struggled but they just hugged me tighter, "Please don't go to Minnesota, Jaden."
I froze. Jamie was the one hugging me. He got on the plane just to tell me this? That's when I realized, that he was the reason I cried all those nights, the reason I was lonely, the reason I was in pain all those years. I realized that he would never make me happy. I squirmed as he held me tighter, and when I got my hand free I slapped him as hard as I could. The sound filtered through the plane. He let me go and stared at me, a hand print on his cheek. I held my ground and said, "You were the reason I was hurt, and I don't think I'll ever be happy here. I've had more families than you ever will and they never hurt me, that's why I'm leaving. I'm going to a good school and I'm going to make a new life for me, but you following me around won't get me anywhere, NOW LEAVE!"
Jamie had tears at the corners of his eyes now, I felt tears streaming down my own face too. He hung his head and left, the security shocked at how zombie-like he was acting. I just sat down in my seat and cried, some of the girls who worked on the plane came to comfort me. They hugged me and whispered nice words. I hugged them back and continued to cry. After about an hour I ran out of tears, so we talked about random stuff, mostly about Jamie and the girls' past relationships. I found out that almost all guys are like that, and I promised them I would never be a jerk like their ex-boyfriends. They all smiled and told me that they knew that, before they disappeared to continue their jobs, I was very thankful for being on a plane with such nice people.
It was a six hour trip from Vermont to Minnesota, and I had no more tears to cry so I fell asleep. I slept all the way there. One of the girls I talked to earlier came to wake me up, right as we landed too. I thanked her and began to get my stuff together, which was me and my backpack, since I never really kept a lot of stuff, mostly trinkets and pictures. And I walked out of the plane, walking right passed the baggage claim, since I didn't have anything to claim. When I walked out the doors there was a limo with a man in a suit holding a sign that read, "Jaden Yuki ". I nervously walked over to the man and whispered a hello, he heard me. He looked down at me and smiled, "I'll be taking you to your new home Mr. Yuki."
"Please, just call me Jaden. Mr. Yuki makes me sound old and cranky." I answered. He nodded and opened the door for me.
I said a quick thank you as I climbed in, I sat on the leather and waited, as he came around and entered the driver's seat. I got suspicious though, "How can I be sure that you won't kidnap me?"
"My name is Ben, I'm 37 years old. The principal at your new school called me and asked if I could take you to your new home, he changed it and he is also paying for it. He said that when you get there he will come and bring you your schedule and textbooks along with notebooks and other school supplies you'll need." The man said as he turned the keys and the engine sprung to life.
"Why would the principal change my house? I was perfectly fine with the apartment my foster parents chose." I replied.
"The principal told me that you and he are related, and he would hate it if his own grandson was living in a dump like that." Ben smiled at Jaden as the brunette shot up.
"Grandfather?! He's the principal of my new school?" Jaden exclaimed while inside he was clueless.
"He understands if you don't remember him, since you two have been separated for such a long time. He was going to take you in but then his daughter beat him to it." Ben's smile faded, I could tell he knew what happened.
I nodded and sat back down, we were already a mile away from the airport. I yawned and laid my head down on the seat, and I fell asleep. I just did not want to deal with any more tears. And as everything went black I pictured a boy. I don't know who he is but he looks a lot like me but has gold eyes, if I didn't know any better I'd say he was my twin, but I don't remember ever having a brother. And then I fell asleep.
2 hours later
Ben shook my shoulder lightly, bringing me from my dreamless sleep. I rubbed my eyes and pouted, I miss the darkness, there was only me and no burdens. I sat up and continued rubbing my eyes, after a minute or two I stopped and climbed out of the limo. Ben grabbed my bag even though I told him he didn't have to. Then he showed me the house, pointing to a mansion with a beautiful garden and a fence surrounding the property, my jaw dropped halfway to China.
Ben laughed and showed me the way to the front door, but I was so amazed by the house he ended up dragging me to the door. He rang the doorbell as I had the sudden urge to frolic in the garden and lay under the big cherry blossom tree that resided in the front garden. A man answered the door, and smiled at my gaping. He gently took my hand in his and led me inside the house, where I almost fainted.
There was dark maple hardwood floors. And a living room next to the entrance with a fireplace and two black leather couches. The whole house had warm colors, not a single sad or lonely color, they all matched and mingled with each other. On the other side of the room there was an archway leading to what looked like a kitchen and dining room. And then there was stairs that had gold railing leading up to another floor, they didn't spiral up, which I was glad for. There were 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, which I would've died for. And all the carpets were either crimson or dark brown. My eyes burned at how shiny the place was, and I felt oddly at home.
The man smiled at me as he sat me down in the living room, then he sat beside me. His hands were still on my shoulders when he said, "Let me get a good look at you."
I sat up straight and let him look at me. It was kind of awkward but I was able to stand still. He just smiled and said, "I've missed you Jaden."
"I don't remember you, I'm sorry." I whispered. I found the floor very interesting.
"Of course you don't, I haven't seen you since you were 2 years old. How old are you now, 17?" The man asked, his smile never fading.
"I'm 14, Sir." I answered quietly.
"Please don't call me sir, I feel old when you do that," I giggled a little bit, "and besides, you're my grandson, Jaden, so you should call me either by my name or by grandpa."
I looked at him for a little bit, memories of that same face floated through my mind. It was grainy and barley seeable, but I remembered hearing my father say his name, Christopher Yuki. I looked up at him and I saw the same face as I did so many years ago. I felt tears come to my eyes as I hugged him, "Grandpa."
I felt his arms wrap around me, and I was home again. I had my own family that would take care of me and love me for who I am. I was overwhelmed, and happy. After a few minutes we let go and he took my hand. He led me up the stairs and down the hall to a room, "I was able to salvage a lot of stuff, so this is where I put it."
I was quiet for a second before reaching for the door knob. But before I touched the medal I looked back at Christopher, all he did was nod. My gaze returned to the door knob and I turned it, revealing a small office like room.
The book cases held books and pictures while there was a single desk in the middle, it all smelled of smoke and home. Christopher let go of my hand and walked over to a big black chest. He opened it and grabbed something, then he held it out for me. It was my stuffed animal Winged Kuriboh. I gasped and snatched it away, holding it close to me with a tight grip, rubbing my cheek against the fabric. He gestured to the rest of what was inside the chest and curiosity got the better of me, and I looked inside.
There was nothing big in the chest. Just little trinkets. There were more stuffed animals, and there were pictures and books. But what caught my eye is the golden locket, it had scorch marks along the sides and across the front, but it was still intact.
He saw what I was looking at and pulled out the locket, only to wrap it around my slender neck and clip it behind my hair. When he let it fall it went down to my collarbone, the golden chain hanging around my pale neck, "Merci."
He smiled at me, even though I had spoken in French. I felt dry tears brimming my lifeless eyes, but I held them at bay. I turned and he led me out of the office after saying that I could visit and take anything I want. He led me down the hall to a room, "I had this prepared for you, it has your favorite colors."
He opened the door and I was surprised. The walls were crimson and the carpet was dark brown. A large circular framed bed sat in the middle of the room with satin crimson sheets and cream colored pillows. It was overall a nice room, it had a bay window next to a book case, a walk in closet, and a door that led to my own master bathroom. It was all amazing so I turned and asked, "Where's your room?"
Christopher chuckled and shook his head, "This house is all yours, so you can do whatever you want with it. I'll be coming to check in but other than that it's yours."
Okay now I was confused, "What about the office?"
His eyes glared a bit, "It's all yours, now I have a meeting to go to so is it possible that I can get a hug?"
What? I cautiously walked over and he bent down so I could reach my arms around him and hug him, and his hands went way too low for my liking. A jolt went through my body and I started to panic, so I pushed him away a little roughly. He just chuckled and sauntered out of the room. Okay now I was confused, scared, and grossed out. Why did he just do that? I'm his grandson!
Just then one of the butlers came in with boxes of clothes, shoes and accessories. I was in awe as they formed three lines of four boxes each. When they left I opened them and tried them all on before putting them in my new closet. Then I ventured into the bathroom to take a sanitation shower. Afterwards I put on some shorts, leaving my chest bare, and crawled into bed. It was so soft and comfortable, I don't even remember falling asleep. All I remember is Christopher's smirking face as he towered over me and trapped me in a corner. I was crying and screaming for him to stop but he refused, and when he grabbed my neck a boy my age came in and saved me. Was that a dream? Or was it something else?