Disclaimer- I don't own anything, but the idea.
Summary: Kagome has been on her own for a long time. Living life as best as she can, but what happens when she becomes entangled in the world of the Italian cuisines.
'Thoughts'
"Talking"
"Italian."
A/N: "APES" or ape piaggio, are three-wheeled cars, or trucks that are used for narrow roads. They are used a lot in Italy and are so cute and small., but can hold a lot of stuff if you wanted to. I saw this RV ape and I totally want it.
Italian Landing
Normal P.O.V.
Glancing down at the paper again, making sure the address was correct. Sure enough it was. Looking back up at the terracotta apartment building. The building was old, with old fashion earth-toned colors that reflected beautifully under the Italian sun. The apartment apparently was owned by a friend of Maria's that was studying abroad for a couple of months and needed someone to watch her apartment for her.
"Grazie." Kagome thanked the old woman for taking her this far, grabbing her luggage off the back of the ape (three-wheeled truck). The old lady waved goodbye before driving away in her ape.
"I totally have to get one of those," she loved how cute it look.
'And that kind lady even told me that there were custom kinds too. I could turn it into a portable food joint and sell food to earn some revenue.'
She had just enough money to cover her living expenses for a good two months, but she needed to get some money rolling in since Maria wouldn't be able to send her money anymore.
Rolling her her stuff into the building she was met with her first obstacle. Stairs.
With a huff, she lugged her two large suitcases and carry-on up three flights of stairs until she reached her apartment door.
What happened to elevators?
Grateful to put down the suitcases, reaching into her pocket pulling out her key. Sliding the rustic key in the door, turning it. Taking in a deep breath, before opening the door. Welcoming in the sight of her new home, her new life.
~oOo~
"Ahh," Kagome sat down in the kitchen chair, plopping a note and pencil on the table, relieved that all of her things were unpacked.
Despite how the outside of the building looked, inside the apartment was way different. Whoever Maria's friend was the woman had quirky taste in décor. A bright technicolor living room, lots of different color furniture, with an oddly-shaped vase with a dead flower situated on a rainbow coffee table. The walls featured a whole montage to Marilyn Monroe and some pictures of whom she guessed was the owner of the apartment and Maria. The only room that lacked color was the guest room which she occupied.
Even then her stuff it only took up half the space of the bedroom, so used to living in a small room.
She sat up straight, picking up the pencil.
I should probably make a note of things I'm going to need.
Looking over the fridge, which to her delight had food in it stocked. All great cooking ingredients. Looking in the cabinets she found them filled with all types of seasonings, some she hadn't even hear of. Inspecting the kitchenware she found only the best machinery in the lower cabinets and on the counter. Her brow twitched, already knowing exactly what was going on.
"Damn it must have been her, I knew she wouldn't stop at simply giving me money."
And indeed when Kagome searched through the guest bathroom. She found toiletries and other girly stuff. Like makeup and other stuff Maria used to send her when she first got into middle school, but never had an interest in using. Rolling her eyes she was about to go call her, when she heard a clamoring at the door. Wary she picked up the near threatening looking thing which happened to be a broom.
Cracking the door a little she peeked outside.
"Who is it?"
On the other side was a two men dress in a moving company uniform.
"Hello were with Roma & Packaging, I'm looking for a Miss Kagome Romano. We have a package delivery," one said motioning to a large trunk and bags sitting by the other mans foot behind him. Kagome's eyes narrowed at the last name before realizing it was obviously Maria's doing.
Sighing she opened the door fully.
"Right, I'm Miss Romano."
The man obviously didn't care instead looked ready to go. She actually felt a little bad when she actually saw the size of the trunk.
'And here I thought my luggage this morning was bad.'
Then again there was two of them, so it couldn't have been that bad.
"Ah sign here please then," he handed her an electronic clipboard and she squiggled down her signature. Handing it back allowing them to carry the trunk and bags inside. Closing the door firmly when they left.
Looking at the hulky trunk like one would a land mine. Cracking her fingers and stretching a little she spent the next fifteen minutes half carrying, half sliding the trunk into her room. Going back to retrieve the bags.
Kagome just sat there on her bed for a while before getting up to open it. No point in prolonging the inevitable, my curiosity would've just ate at me. Flipping open the locks she closed her eyes as she cracked open the lid, one eyes peeking open to look at the contents. Her eye nearly fell out of her socket.
The trunk was full of all of her cookbooks she had been told were going to be put in storage, along with some other miscellaneous stuff. There was also a note with a credit card stuck to it on top, picking it up she read it out loud to herself.
"Hey Kagome! I thought I should surprise you with a little something extra consider this and the other stuff as homecoming gift. This credit card is linked to a separate account I had drawn up for you, don't worry I made sure that they can't find you from it. It should tide you over in case you can't find a job soon enough and get a ride. I talked with an old college buddy of mine, he'll be stopping by in two days time to explain everything to you to go ahead and test out of school. He will also provide you with information about going to driving school. ~Ooh I can only imagine you riding on a cute little vespa~ Make sure..."
The note said some more stuff, but she read all she really needed to. Kagome clenched her fist around the note.
Tears welling up in her eyes.
"T—that woman, she's too good to me," it always made her happy and sad to know Maria cared so much—sad, because that woman cared more about her than her father who was actually related to her did. The tears kept coming and she was privy to stop them.
~oOo~
Escorting her into the office, she sat quietly as Mr. Richards, Maria's college buddy, filled out the necessary forms for her. When they were done she was officially scheduled for the test to test out of school in one week's time. He also took her to a nearby driving school, providing them with a pre-filled out registration form by Maria.
Mr. Richards asked her if she had any other concerns and she asked him about getting an APE and a business license. Richard told her he would inform Maria, explaining that it wouldn't be any problem.
"Maria sponsors small businesses all over the globe, call it her humanitarian duty. Mr. Romano won't even think twice about her sponsoring another."
Skeptical about that she didn't fuss about it. "Alright and thanks for doing this for me."
"No problem."
~oOo~
Kagome thanked him when he dropped her off at back at her apartment.
Waving goodbye, she headed inside.
Trudging up the stairs, she felt like she had accomplished a lot of stuff today.
It was mostly the tour around the driving school and all that good food she ate with Mr. Richards at some fancy restaurant—and of course her inner love of food couldn't resist when he said get anything she wanted.
Smiling when she remembered the shocked look on Mr. Richards face.
"A girl with a healthy appetite it's good to see."
He spent most of the time staring at her. Guffawed at how she packed it all away—no doubt wondering where it all went.
By the time Kagome made it inside the apartment she headed straight to her room.
Her legs felt like heavy weights, sore from all the walking from earlier.
Falling straight into bed, too tired to move.
She drifted off with happy memories to fill her through the night.
Done, so tired and bored. Lovely is sad because she gets no love, so review. Onegai!
