A/N: Hello! I know I haven't updated in a while (that has to be the biggest understatement in the world...) but I hope you enjoy it! =]

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No on with the show~...Um...I mean story... =")

Oh Yeah!

I forgot to say what happened at the airport stop in Vienna… well, it went like this…

Reo got off the plane.

Then he set off the alarms through customs and…

…BANG!

Got a prison sentence…

I suppose that should teach him to not go cheap on flights that stop at various airports and take the long way to France by skipping through America…. And stopping at an airport in Vienna … while carrying explosives on his person…

…Weird… right?

Of course, I kind of felt depressed at the time considering Reo had been a pretty cool uncle and had actually somewhat cared about me…

Anyway…Things took a turn after Uncle Reo things started to go a little pear shaped… Literally…

It turned out that I had a very close (and wealthy) cousin in London who owned a pear farm (There was never a shortage of pears….ha-ha…See what I did there…? I made a funny…ha-ha…Fine… it might be a little cheesy…)

I never met that person though.

But I met his three children. All of whom were much older than me (they ranged from the age of sixteen to the age of twenty-two) and saw me as a liability at first but soon warmed up to me. I remember getting bullied at school for not knowing the English language properly but they taught me and were nicer to me as the days went by.

All this time I missed Jii Chan and constantly asked for him but everyone just looked at me with the same pitiable expression.

I'd hear words like:

'Poor kid…'

'He might never wake up…'

'Best if she forgets about him…'

I stayed there for a year and a half before I was shipped off again with that same little pink suitcase I started off with.

The authorities thought it was a bit reckless leaving a now 8 year old in the arms of young adults who were probably going to jet off to university sooner or later so then I was mailed off to Germany.

To be more specific, I was sent to a boarding school in Germany. Yes, you read right. It was boarding school I wrote down there.

We were sort of teary eyed you know. It was mainly because you sort of get attached to people when you live under the same roof even if you're not very close.

Anyway after my goodbyes I stayed in boarding school for three months and that stay was funded by an anonymous benefactor… I remember wondering about whom that was…

Those three months were Hell. Extra strict lessons and extra strict discipline was what was encouraged at that school. Too make it worse it was like being thrown into a tank full of sharks. You trusted no one. Bullies were at the top of the food chain there and it was better to go unnoticed.

After that the school closed down for various reasons (I think it was because there were a shortage of girls there as girls didn't exactly enjoy their stay there… could of have fooled me…)

Then me and my little pink suitcase were off again.

This time I was shipped off to France where I stayed for a year. I made a few friends there.

But after that I went to various destinations some of which included America, India, Egypt, another stay in America and then New Zealand. (As you can see this made me a very multi-cultural child)

Before I was sent off again…

So here I am standing in front of this ramshackle cottage with my pink little suitcase in… wait for it… Vienna!

Yup! I didn't know I had so many relatives worldwide but I'm not complaining.

Wait this feels like déjà vu…

Oh yeah… that's because it is… except for the fact that I'm living in a cottage in a rural village as opposed to a modern city flat in an urban area….

Still! I was back to where I started from… my roots….

… sort of….

… I still wasn't in my sweet country village in Japan, but I was in the countryside again and it was near too good enough as it could get!

So I braced myself and knocked on the door.

The authorities had decided that the closest relative I had at the time was my very distantly related relative Narumi (I guess it was kinda hard for them to find anyone at the time…)

I closed my eyes and prayed that this was the right house as the taxi man seemed very confused and shocked about what address I was going to…

… Turned out I found out exactly what he was talking about...

As soon as I finished knocking three times on the door ( I was told it was the polite way to knock on a door)

A woman with shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair comes twirling out in a sparkly purple shirt massively frilled in the centre. The shirt (If it was even legal to call it that) went to her knees and she wore tight fitting black leather trousers underneath it. Her large (or should I say extremely large) feet were covered in simple black leather shoes similar to those jazz dancer's shoes.

Her bright violet eyes gazed at me.

Then they seemed to shimmer then glitter, then have hearts in them. (It may have been me or the trick of light but I was very sure.)

She then clasped my hands with her own much larger ones and squealed:

'Ohh~! What do we have here~? It can't be… The girl I have been waiting for~! You can't be my cute niece! You look to beautiful to be a mere mortal like myself~!'

And that was when I realised that this so called woman in front of me was a man.

And I was officially creeped out. (it was no wonder why the taxi driver was shocked when he bought me too this address).

I had heard of these kinds of people.

So, I popped the ever so popular blunt question:

"Are you Gay?"

The man in front of me froze.

I think he suffered from mild trauma after hearing a child of my age say something like that.

"My dear child! Whatever gave you that notion? Of course not!" he replied stressing each word out.

"Oh~… Then are you a transvestite?"

Which was my ever so witty reply.

The man just went pale and mumbled something along the lines of, 'Dear Lord what is becoming of children these days…'

And then he stiffly replied ' No. No I am most definitely not. I just have a unique sense of style. I am a teacher at a local school near here… and no I am not a paedophile either!'

'What's a pee- doo- file…? Do they wet the bed while filing their nails or something?' I very naively asked.

Narumi just sweat dropped and just replied with a 'Never mind… you're much too innocent~!'

And then he led me in.

I put my suitcase down and gasped in surprise. The whole house was… PINK!

It also had frilly wallpaper. Yes! I'm not wrong folks. It was Frilly wallpaper.

I spun around and looked at Narumi with complete adoration.

'I absolu~tely~ LOVE your house!' I squealed.

And then Narumi seemed to have hope flicker in his eyes almost as if he was thinking, 'Yes! She may not be all that bad at all!'

He warily came towards and nervously asked, 'why?'

And I rather matter of factly replied, 'Well, because the colour pink and frills and are two of my most favourite things in the world! Duh! How can someone not adore frills?'

And at me saying this Narumi jumped in joy and twirled me around the room, exclaiming, 'Yes! Finally! Someone understands! Thank You God! You sent me a miracle! Hallelujah!'

After getting over his hysteria Narumi put me down and smiled.

'You know I think that this may be the start of a wonderful friendship, Mikan!'

And I very happily agreed with him.

Narumi toured me around the house talking really fast as he went along.

However, I did not notice that there was another kid there my age with crimson eyes…

This is where my story actually begins...

And... Done!

You know lately I haven't even been able to write because of exams and coursework and school and... yeah you get the point...

I know that this isn't a very good excuse and when I started to upload I thought 'One thing that I will never do is leave my stories unfinished'...

And I'm going to tell you now that I definitely won't do that! I will eventually finish them...

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