I had no idea what time it was- it was obviously getting late by the fact that Reiko had passed out on the couch while we were getting to know one another.
Han and I had long since abandoned the others, to go stand out on the balcony in order to continue talking to one another. We both had a drink, and were leaning against the railing of the balcony, looking down over the city. It was such a beautiful view.
"So how did you end up in Tokyo?" He asked suddenly, coming out of no where. To tell the truth I was kind of scared to answer his questioned.
"Let's just say, this place is my escape from the harsh realities of the real world." I said with a slight smile. I watched as he silently took a sip of his beer and ever so slightly nod his head. "Can I ask what happened?" He questioned, rather cautiously. "It's kind of a long story." I warned him.
"I have all the time in the world, that is if you don't mind telling me." He flashed me a quick smile.
"Well, my dad joined the marines before I was born and he was always someone that I looked up to. He was an amazing man- he helped those in need, protected those who couldn't protect themselves, he was completely selfless. I wanted to be just like him. So, on my eight tenth birthday, I enlisted and not too long after that both me and my father were sent here- to Tokyo."
"A year ago, Kamata, the head of the Yakuza heard from Dk, his nephew, that Morimoto had his eye on me ever since I had started going to the races- and since then, he's been trying to buy me out. When I continuously refused, one of his men took it into his own hands, and threatened to kill my father if I didn't agree to Kamata's deal. When I told my father about it, he told me not to worry that I shouldn't take the deal and he would be fine. And I believed him.
"So when I refused to take the deal once more, my father was killed. I went home for the funeral, and wasn't planning on coming back; but things were different after he died. My mother was distant, she rarely left her bedroom and lost her job. I think in some part of her mind, she believed that his death was my fault."
"I was so depressed that I ended up being discharged from my position in the marines. After that, I just wanted to run away, escape and act as if it never even happened. So I came back to Tokyo. Kind of like in most cases, when someone flees to Mexico to escape something- well this is my Mexico." I explained to him.
When I looked up at him once more, he had a look of shock that had taken over his expression. Things now felt awkwardly silent between the two of us. "Can I ask what made you come to Tokyo?" I hummed.
Han didn't exactly know what to say in this situation. He didn't want to talk about Gisele, and he didn't want to seem like a dick by ignoring the question. So he was going to have to step around this subject very carefully. He took another sip of his drink before figuring out what to say to her. "I guess you could say, that this is my Mexico as well." He said, once more flashing a quick smile to the girl next to him. He didn't know how else to explain his reasoning. Just as she was, he was running away from the death of someone he loved. Running away from anyone that could connect him to her, or remind him of times when they were all together. "So it seems we're both running from things." She smirked, lifting an empty bottle to her lips without even realizing it, "Don't worry. We can run together." She laughed. Once she realized that the bottle in her hand was empty, a small pout appeared on her face. "We should probably go to sleep. It's getting pretty late." She mumbled, walking back inside- quick to embrace how much warmer it was inside than it was outside. Han followed along behind her, before bidding her goodnight. He watched as she walked away, heading towards her bedroom- while he headed for his bedroom as well, suddenly feeling rather tired. It was safe to say that Han felt comfortable here, especially now that he had gotten to know everyone just a little bit better. It really felt like he was back home, the only difference was the people that surrounded him. He wasn't with Dom and his crew, but with Oli and her crew. A minor difference, but a difference none the less. Han found himself crawling into the bed, with a slight smile on his face. It was the first time he had smiled since Gisele.