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Chapter 2: Fun Times in Fukuoka

Monday, Fukuoka Airport, 9:30 am

Dahlia wasn't having the enjoyable time she'd hope for after setting foot off the plane. If it had to be described in a few words, then she'll quickly put it under embarrassing, discomforting and irritating.

She was currently in the women's public restroom, which was completely empty to her surprise as she was in one of the busiest airports in Japan. The toilet stalls were open as nobody occupied them; the floor was clean and reflected off the bright lights shown from the built-in ceiling lamps. Despite the room being one of the quietest parts out the entire terminal, some of the sounds of people from the outer halls have reached the insides of the restroom and echoed throughout the interior. However, this was never a bad thing to her, and simply acted like nothing was happening at all.

Right now, Dahlia was staring at herself at one of the full body mirrors in the restrooms, scarf flung on her shoulder as she gazed upon her own reflection under uncomfortable expressions.

She had recently changed out of her pants, and put on a brand new skirt and pantyhose that Armaldo bought from one of the nearby stores in the airport's shopping districts. The reason for this was to give her a better chance at fitting in with the rest of the Japanese people, and hope it would prevent any more curious stares that could cause more feelings of irritation and awkwardness. However, she personally found the idea ineffective, since everyone who saw her at first glance will automatically figure out that she was an outsider and still stare at her (to her disdain).

For what felt like a while, she's been constantly shifting her body in many different sides and angles in front of the mirror, whether it be on front or back, left or right, she has done all of them and repeated the cycle. She kept looking herself over under a gaze of distaste and embarrassment, clearly not liking the new pieces of clothing.

The skirt was black in color and possessed no patterns of any kind, and went a couple inches above her knees, which was considered to be the average length for this particular piece of clothing in that part of Japan. The pantyhose were also black and easy to put on, but it didn't cover her legs as much as she hoped they would. In actuality, they barely cover her legs at all; the material was so translucent, it didn't make much of a difference with the exception of the slight, black hue. Her pale white legs were easily shown through the coverings, making her think it would've been better to just walk around without them (but didn't, as she did not want to cause any offense to the people in Japan).

Although, there was a little bit of a silver lining to this, she got to have the time to fix her hair as it got messy from the long plane ride.

Her dark brown hair was long and wrapped in a flat ponytail that went all the way down her back, giving off the impressions of beauty and professionalism. The latter was crucially important to her, as she would need it the absolute most, in order to increase her chances of gaining the occupation she wants in Japan.

Her scarf wasn't on her face at this time, leaving it completely visible.

Like everything else about her, she appeared as a young adult woman, possessing the visible facial traits that would be deemed attractive and beautiful to most people. Just like the rest of her body, her face's skin tone was pale, showing no apparent traits that were related to the Japanese in anyway.

"Hey, Dahlia, hurry up in there! We gotta go before things get busy!" Armaldo called out from the entrance of the restroom, his voice echoing off its walls.

After looking over her reflection for one last time, she let out a tired sigh.

"Fine, I'm coming out!" Dahlia called back to her brother as she reached for her orange scarf and wrapped it around her neck (leaving her mouth uncovered, this time).

After she put on her backpack, grabbed her luggage bag's handle, she walked out of the restroom. Once she made it right out of the entrance, she was met by her older brother who stood in front of her, casually waiting on that spot the whole time with his arms wrapped over his chest and a neutral frown on his face.

"About time, I was starting to worry," he said calmly, but after briefly looking over his sister from head to toe, his frown turning into a happy smile. "Hey, you're looking really good in that skirt."

Dahlia didn't say anything, but reacted with an irritated frown, her face turning red from anger and embarrassment.

"Come on, don't be like that. It really does bring out the beauty in you, and I think the pantyhose are also helping with that. Maybe, just maybe, we try to get another skirt that's dark blue instead of the plain black-"

"I hate skirts, kuya," Dahlia interrupted in a tone reminiscent to an irritated hiss.

Despite the growing hostile attitude, Armaldo didn't show any offense and kept looking at her with his unchanged smile. "Now, now, Dahlia, we talked about this. The women in Japan uphold a strong sense of feminine beauty, and since you're going to be living here, you'll have to abide to the social trends and appear a little more Japanese."

"Kuya, the people here can tell right off the bat that we aren't Japanese. We don't even look like our own ethnicity."

"Still doesn't mean you shouldn't adapt to the culture of the new country you're staying in. And FYI, since you forgot, we do have some Japanese in our bloodline, twenty-five percent to be exact."

Dahlia just looked at him with a deadpan. "Kuya, I doubt that would mean anything to them."

"Hey, it means something.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Regardless, you will still have to follow the Japanese clothing principles, whether you want to or not. Otherwise, you'll be viewed as disrespectful."

"Fine, I'll tolerate it, but I'm not gonna like it any time soon."

"That's what I like to hear. Now chin up, turn that frown upside down-"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am being serious. Now smile, and let's go grab a bite to eat, I'm getting hungry."

"What about uncle Saibai's friends picking us up?"

"There's some heavy traffic happening in the highways they're taking, so it'll probably take another two hours for them to get here. In the meantime, let's just relax and get rid of our jet legs."

With that conversation over, Dahlia just watched her brother turn around and began to traverse throughout the airport, which she followed suit right beside him.

The two walked among the pathway and halls that were filled with crowds upon crowds of people nearly cluttering together. They had to constantly maneuver themselves out of the other pedestrians' ways to avoid bumping into them, something that proved to be painfully irritating to Dahlia, but she kept her cool and continued to press on.

Every once in a while, she would have to turn her head to her side to ensure that she didn't become separated from her brother among the dense pack of people. Thankfully, she would always see him still close to her, avoiding from bumping into others as they continued on their path, and watching him try not to have his annoyance get the better of him.

Not a single word was said while they walked; only slight glances were given to be sure that none of them were lost within the moving waves of people.

At last, they were finally free from the crowded stampede, which filled both of them tremendous amounts of relief. For Dahlia, it felt immensely relaxing to be away from a squished environment made of people as she had a dislike for staying in dense crowds like that.

As it turned out, their little trek led them into a public food court, the kind of place they wanted to be in. Like all airport-based dining places go, it was large enough to accommodate a tremendous amount of people, and had food stalls with many diverse options. Thankfully, it wasn't very busy as the line-ups weren't long and many of the tables were left empty, something they both like to see; especially for Dahlia.

After buying some coffee and sandwiches from a Vietnamese-themed food stand, they sat on one of the closest tables they could find and enjoyed their meals.

"What's in your mind?" Armaldo asked after finishing the last bits of his sandwich.

"What?"

"You've been quiet the whole time and you look like you were deep in thought, or worried about something. So what's up?"

"It's nothing, kuya, don't worry about it."

"You sure? Because it doesn't look like nothing to me."

Dahlia just sighed, not wanting to get into an argument and decided to give in. "Fine, you got me. I am worried about something, but it's nothing for you to be worried about. It's just a small thing."

Armaldo frowned at that. "Dahlia, as your older brother, nothing is ever a small thing for me, especially when it's connected to you, and making you worry about something that it'll never get your mind off of. So, please, tell me what's going on and I'll do my absolute best to help out."

She couldn't help but smile from her brother's supportive demeanor, which made her feel better. "I was thinking about Rito."

"Oh? And why does he worry you? When we were kids, you practically loved him."

"That's the thing; we haven't seen each other in a long time. The last time he visited us, it was during a funeral."

"Right, the last days of uncle Manny's viewing before the burial."

"Not to mention we were all still pretty young by then. You and I were still in high school, he was still a small kid. . . Adrien was still with us. . . To be straight to the point, I'm worried he's forgotten about us. . . forgotten me."

Armaldo's neutral frown turned into a warm smile. "Now, I understand what's going on."

"Not that hard to understand, since I told you everything."

"Well, that's true, but you shouldn't have to worry about anything like that, because I know for a fact, Rito has not forgotten about you or me."

"Got any proof of that?"

"No physical proof, but remember, I was the one doing all the talking to uncle Saibai. And during our second call, he talked about how excited Rito was when he found out we were coming to Japan."

"Did he?" she asked, looking somewhat dumbfounded.

"Not only that, but after he dropped your name, he said that he was literally jumping in joy in wanting to see you. Rito, then, went on and on asking questions about you; 'How is Dahlia-senpai doing?', 'Is Dahlia-senpai okay?', 'It's been very long, what has she been up too?', 'How long will she be staying with us, and can we give her a tour around Sainan?', 'Can we hang out together?'"

Dahlia reacted with a gentle smile as she felt a warm feeling ease her worries away, adding a strong sensation of comfort and soft happiness; knowing that one of her most beloved relatives still remembers her.

"'Does she still remember who I am?'"

Hearing that surprised her, making her stare at Armaldo with an astonished stare.

"That's right. He's wondering the same thing, so don't worry about it. He does remember you, and he misses you so much."

Dahlia just continued looking at her brother with a warm smile, but it was sadder this time. "I'm not the same Dahlia as before, though. A lot of time has passed and a lot of things have changed me, same for you."

"Don't think about that. Please don't think about that. Just think about having a lot of fun with Rito. You still want to spend time with him like a younger brother, do you?"

"Of course, I do," she said in rising confidence. "I want to be there to see him grow, to be there like an older sister while we have the time; just like when we were kids."

"Then keep thinking about that, and not the negative stuff. Focus on having as much fun with our little cousin while we're staying with him."

"Thank you for that, kuya."

"You're welcome. I can't have my little sister be so sad like that, and besides. . ."

"Hm?"

"It seems Rito holds you in a bigger amount of importance than me," Armaldo said as he tried restraining his jealousy.

"It's not my fault. You were always getting the attention of all our other relatives back home, and all I get is a Japanese boy we hardly see. I think that even things out between us a little," Dahlia teased her brother in pride.

"Whatever." Armaldo took out a smartphone from his back pocket and began swiping the touch screen. "Uncle Saibai sent me pictures of Rito and Mikan that were taken recently. I have to say, they've definitely grown."

"Who's Mikan?"

"Rito's little sister," Armaldo said in surprise.

"Ohh. . ."

"Have you-did you literally forget who Mikan is?!"

"No, I remember her now!"

"I can't believe you. . ."

"Kuya, she was still a toddler the last time we saw her! Don't forget she rarely hung out us and only played with the other small girls!"

"Yeah, yeah. . ." Armaldo said nonchalantly as he finished rummaging through his phone. "Anyway, here's the latest photo uncle Saibai sent me about Rito and Mikan. This was taken during a festival that happened a while ago, they're both dressed in kimonos. . . or yukatas. . . Here, just have a look."

As his hand was halfway across the table, phone held flat in the palm, Dahlia immediately interrupted the action by grabbing his wrist and gently pushed it away. He was surprised by this.

"No thank you. I want to see everything in person, not through a photo."

Armaldo just looked at her and smiled, then placed his cellphone back in his back pocket. "If that's how you want it, then I won't complain."

Dahlia didn't say anything but made a very excited smile that many would find it to be a bit too adorable.

"We still have time to kill, what do you want to do now?"

"You claim to know more on what to do in Japan, you tell me."

"I've never claimed anything."

"Yes, you have. Back at home, before our trip started, when our trip started, and during the flight. You've been doing it constantly."

"I did not make those claims."

"You have, kuya, so don't try to hide it."

Suddenly, something exploded right on top of their table, releasing a bright flash of light, which was followed by a cloud of smoke that obscured the two sibling's view between them. It didn't last long as it quickly disappeared, and by the time everything was clear, they saw something so surprising it left them completely speechless.

Right on their table were two naked women with pink-colored hair; both sprawled flatly on the counter as they fell face-first on it. They were obviously teenagers, and appeared to be sisters as they both have similar traits that made them look related.

One had long hair that was nearly Dahlia's length and seemed to be the oldest of the duo. The other girl looked younger, possessed a shorter hair length that reached her neck and had small, looped pigtails on the sides of her head.

However, an extremely strange trait that they found about the two girls was the fact they had tails.

Although, Armaldo and Dahlia didn't contemplate too much on it, as they were too surprised and confused with the scene before them. They just kept still and silent, not knowing what to do in a situation like this, and not wanting to somehow make it even worse.

"Uh. . . where. . . where are we?" the younger-looking girl groaned in Japanese as she started to get off from the table, only to make eye contact with Dahlia, her eyes widening in shock, like the latter.

Dahlia didn't say anything but just stared back, leaving a painfully awkward silence.

The pink-haired girl looked down on her body and stared back at Dahlia with the unchanged shock in her eyes, before her face began to change red. She, then, jumped off the table and let out a loud, frightful scream as she covered her chest with her arms and walked a bit of distance away from Dahlia and Armaldo.

"Oops, it looks like the Pyon-Pyon Warp-Kun still needs more work," said the older girl, who suddenly appeared beside the other person, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment and didn't seemed fazed for what has happened.

"Lala, where did your invention take us?! This place doesn't look like its anywhere in Sainan!"

After taking a brief look around the terminal they were in, the girl named 'Lala' began to look extremely happy and excited, to the point her eye's appeared as though they twinkled like stars. "Oh, that's because we aren't in Sainan anymore! We're in an airport!"

"What?!"

"That sign over there says we're in Fukuoka Airport," she said as she pointed to the sign in question, then began gushing over a weird bracelet on her arm. "That means the new upgrades I've installed in Pyon-Pyon Warp-Kun actually work! Awesome!"

"Ane-ue, we're far away from home, and people can see us naked! Please get us back home!"

While the two naked girls began bickering amongst each other, more people in the area couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look at what was going on in confusion and interest. Of course, this made things far more uncomfortable for the pink-haired relatives (specifically Nana), as a crowd started to gather around them and gave off painful stares towards their naked bodies.

Dahlia and Armaldo remained sitting on their table, didn't move out of it ever since the two girls suddenly appeared. Like all of the other pedestrians, they can't look away from the ordeal that was happening with the pink-haired girls, their eyes locked onto watching them, to their awkward discomfort.

They were also surprised that nobody started reporting them to the police yet.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Dahlia, ending the silence between them.

"I don't know."

Armaldo turned to have a brief look at his younger sister, and caught a sight of something with her facial expression that only he could see. Like everyone else, he saw that she was just looking at the 'show' with surprise and discomfort, but he noticed that there was something else that she was hiding.

"Go help them," he said nonchalantly.

"What?!"

"Other people can't see it, but you know I can, so go help them."

"But I-kuya. . ."

"No 'buts'. You're fluent in Japanese, so it's time to put it to actual use, and you do have plenty of extra clothes in your backpack that you can spare."

"Yeah, but I don't have any skirts or shorts, only pants. And you told me that it's not a thing for women to wear those in this country."

"Well, you better figure out something soon, because those girls are running away."

Dahlia quickly turned back to see what was happening to the two girls, only to find out that her brother was right.

Already quite a distance away, the two pink-haired relatives were running towards to one of the airport's shopping districts, dodging and trying not to bump into any pedestrians as they hurried themselves out of the area. However, it turns out that the younger girl was the one leading them, her hand gripped on the other girl's arm while she ran ahead in front of her. Out of the two, the younger teenager appeared the most worried at the situation they were in, while the one behind her didn't seem that bothered.

"Ugh, damn it," Dahlia swore to herself as quickly got off of her chair, put her backpack back on, and reached for her luggage bag.

Armaldo interrupted by grabbing the handle before her and pulling it away, making Dahlia look at him questionably.

"You have everything you need in your backpack. Don't worry about everything else, I'll stay and look after them. Go," he told her sternly.

"Alright, I'll try to make it back as soon as possible."

Dahlia turned around and ran towards the direction where the two girls went, soon finding them running around the shopping district as they try to find a place to hide, causing a lot of people to stop and gawk at their naked bodies. She didn't put any of the other pedestrians to mind and just focused on running after the spade-tailed girls. While she kept running at a brisk pace, the two girls were still vastly ahead of her, Dahlia nearly lost track of them a few times and didn't feel like she was getting any closer to them. This didn't tire her out though, as she still had plenty of energy to spare and continued running after her 'targets'.

After another minute of running and quick-turning around corners, Dahlia followed the teenage women into, what seemed to be, a desolate part of the shopping district.

The whole area was eerily quiet, the shops were still closed, and there was barely anyone there, with the exception of a few janitors walking around and mopping the floors. This entire setting made her feel like she shouldn't be in there in the first place, but since the nearby janitors didn't give off any warnings, she ignored it, and continued running after the girls.

As soon as she saw them make quick turnaround on another corner, Dahlia took a short cut by bypassing an empty corridor close by. Taking this route turned out to be a great decision as it led her very near to the two teenagers.

Once she was out of the corridor, she saw something that surprised her.

Right in her sights were the two naked, pink-haired women, but they were surrounded by a group of three men.

From what Dahlia could tell by the way the men were dressed, they seemed to be gangsters, or had connections with them, and simply wanted to wear punk-themed clothes as a way to show off. They were all around her height, and had moderately bulky builds with enough muscle to fit their cocky attitudes, but nothing remotely threatening or impressive in her eyes.

All three of them were trying to persuade the two girls to follow them somewhere to 'have fun', which was something that Dahlia understood completely and instantly raised alarms (and a sensation to punch people). While the youngest of the tailed duo was shouting threats at them to leave under a lot of anger, as the other girl was actually trying to calm her friend down.

"I keep telling you idiots to go away!" the youngest of the two girls shouted again.

"Aww, come on, babe. Just a quickie, that's all we ask from you two. I promise you'll have a fun time with us, so no need to be like that," replied the tallest man of the three, who seems to be the leader.

"No way, go be a bunch of stupid perverts to someone else!"

"Nana, please be careful with your temper. . ." said the other girl, continuing to calm her friend and try to solve the situation peacefully.

"'Nana'?! What a name! I can see it fitting a cute girl like you," teased one of the other guys.

"If you morons don't back off, I'll-!"

"You'll what?!"

"This girl is a feisty one, I like them like that."

Deciding that she pretty much had enough of this, Dahlia began to walk towards the group under a neutral and calm posture, but her eyes were filled with fiery seriousness.

"Hey!" Dahlia shouted in formal Japanese, getting everyone's attention.

The three men just looked at her with uncaring expressions of boredom, while the two girls watched her curiously.

"Great, we got an American tourist trying to play hero," said one of the men annoyingly.

"She looks pretty damn hot, though," added the other goon with a perverted smile.

"Not worth it, you know these damn Americans, always butting in and ruining the fun. If they're not doing that, then they'll outright steal the women from us."

"But this isn't an American man doing that, this is a woman," said the leader of the group with a smug smile as he moved closer to Dahlia. "And he's right, she is quite the looker."

Dahlia just looked at him with an unamused frown. "Thanks for the compliment, but you shouldn't be this close to a lady."

"Aww, why, afraid that you may trip and fall on my manly chest?" He quickly grab a hold of Dahlia's arms and waist, and began slowly rubbing it in an up and down motion, his smug attitude becoming more sexually aggressive. "Don't worry, I'll keep you steady."

Dahlia looked more physically irritated than before, her face was turning slight red and one of her eyebrows were twitching, but looked as though she was keeping her cool. "With a pathetic grip and attitude like that, no wonder Japan is facing a virginity crisis. You guys even put the loneliest of loners to shame."

Everything just became awkwardly quiet right after that. Everyone around her just stared with expressions of surprise and confusion, having no words to react to something like that. Not even the leader of the three harassers could mutter a reply of some kind.

During the silence, Nana eyed the situation angrily with a clenched fist.

"What the hell is she doing? Is she trying to help out or get molested?" She whispered her thoughts out loud in rising anger.

"Nana. . ." Lala attempted to calm her sister again, but was couldn't continue as the leader of the three men was laughing loudly.

"Now this is a woman I actually like!" He shouted boastfully and continued laughing, until he looked back to the lady grasped in his hands. "Since you seem to know about what makes a man a real man, why don't you indulge me?"

Dahlia couldn't help but look at him with a smirk. "I'd love too."

The man looked back to his two friends with another round of boastful laughter. "This is a girl we can get with boys!"

"Hold on."

He immediately stopped laughing and looked back at her with a smug smile. "Hm?"

"I'll start by telling you the basics that could help make you a 'real' man."

"And that would be. . .?"

Feeling the man loosening his grip on her, Dahlia took that as an opportunity to push his hands off, surprising him. Next, with a clenched fist, she gave a hard punch to the face, literally knocking out a couple of his teeth as he was sent flying until he hit a wall beside one of the two girls. He fell on the floor with a bleeding mouth and bruised face, his eyes shut closed, indicating he lost consciousness.

Dahlia just stood where she was, massaging her arm with her free hand. "Don't be a perverted piece of trash."

The other two gangsters quickly rushed to their leader, constantly calling out his name as they attempted to revive him, but their efforts didn't accomplish anything, so they looked back at Dahlia with eyes full of rage.

"You bitch; you're going to pay for this!" shouted one of the gangsters as he ran towards her with a clenched fist of his own.

As soon as he threw his punch, Dahlia dodged by making a sidestep and gave him a punch to the side of the head, causing him to fall on the floor unconscious.

The other gangster blindly charged her with a knife in one hand and swung it madly in an attempt to hit her, but she managed to easily evade all of his swipes with impressive amounts of speed.

Having enough of this, Dahlia grabbed the hand that he held his knife in, briefly stopping it in place. She, then, did a low kick straight to the side of his stomach, making him cry in pain and bend low to the ground. Next, she went behind him with his arm still in her grasp and twisted it, making him scream in agony before knocking him out with a right hook to the head.

Dahlia briefly looked over the three unconscious bodies before, waiting for any of them to get back up, and ready to deliver another set of beatings if they do. Fortunately, they didn't make a move, which gave her the sense to relax a little bit. She turned back to facing the two naked girls, both being silent the entire time after witnessing the mess she made, but having different reactions.

The younger of the two was frozen in shock, looking at Dahlia under wide eyes of surprise and fear. The older girl seemed more curious than anything else, her eyes darting back and forth between the unconscious gangsters and the woman who put them in that state.

"Are you two okay?" Dahlia asked.

"Uh. . . Uhh. . ." the younger girl tried to answer, but was struggling.

"Thank you very much for helping us," the longer-haired girl said with a thankful bow. "If it wasn't for you, Nana might've made things worse."

"Huh?!"

Dahlia took off her backpack and removed two separate sets of from its insides. "No problem, now put these on."

The two girls were surprised by her offering, but took it anyway, since they obviously need to wear something now.

"Thank you! Thank you!" shouted the younger girl in gratitude.

"Your welcome." Dahlia turned around and pointed to the corridor where she came from. "That corridor over there is empty and spacious, so go and change there."

"Right!" They said in unison and ran to the location directed to them, clothes held tightly in their arms.

Once they were gone, Dahlia looked over the three unconscious gangsters one more time before walking back to the corridor where she instructed the girls to change in. An irritating thought creeped in her mind, filling her with worry and annoyance, all of which made her cringe.

"Armaldo is going to be so pissed when he hears about all of this."

Author's Note

Well, there you have it, chapter 2 is finally out!

A big thank you to those who have read and gave interest to this fic; I appreciate it, greatly.

So, Dahlia and Armaldo (mostly Dahlia) has been officially introduced into the story and have shown some of their personalities.

I hope I displayed Nana and Lala accurately (as well any of the other original anime cast) because I worry that I screwed up their portrayal in some way. But, oh well, I'll just have to live and learn for the future.

Anyway, thank you all again for checking this is out! To anyone who is truly interested in this, please give a follow, fave, or review because those can go a LONG way.

Constructive criticism is also appreciated (as long as it isn't a bunch of senseless bashing).