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He was twenty-three and I had just turned fourteen, none the less there was a major age difference there, but I didn't care. I had always been known to admire him from a distance, hiding behind toolboxes and carjacks like some little love-sick puppy. I think it was following him around in Dom's shop that just made me happy, handing him tools when he needed them, then I'd get the traditional hair ruffle that came before the "Thanks squirt." I'd always run screaming like...well, like a pre-pubescent teenager with a crush on one of her cousin's criminal friends.

Letty would always make fun of me, but I guess that's what big sisters do, and that's how I considered Letty, my big sister.

"Jett wants to have little Spanish Japanese babies!" I remember wanting to kill myself whenever she said it. Thankfully she would yell it at me just out of his ear shot, always making me blush, I'd of course hide in one of the old cars until I was positive no one heard her, especially him. Of course dearest Letty could never keep her Latino mouth shut, and somehow Dom found out.

I could still remember the conversation I had with him after he found out, he was working on a 69' Cuda, a personal family favorite. I would help hand him greasy tools when he'd ask, like some little helper monkey. "So..." I could just hear his deep voice booming from underneath the car. "Letty told me about that little...Ahh, girl thing, you have for..." I could hear him trying to fight back a chuckle. "For..f...for...Uhhmmm...Han..." Now he was snickering. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die there, I think I was so embarrassed I wanted run out of there crying. Because I knew if Dom knew it meant everyone else knew, and that includes Han. Secrets aren't very common in the shop, I think it has a lot to do with Letty, but I had my share of slip ups too.

I couldn't deny it, Dom knew me way to well and I am a terrible liar. "Yeah, I guess," I lowered my head in defeat, Letty's so gonna get it when I see her. "So?" I snapped, watching as I shook my head watching my frizzy blondish brown curls dance around, I couldn't see anything from behind my massive body of hair so I just decided to close my eyes and wait out the awkward silence. "Well," Dominic sighed, "look, kid, I'm not good at stuff like this, and I know your dad isn't around anymore to talk to you about this kind of stuff...And your mom..." We both gave out a loud scuffing noise, pulling my hair back I realized he was standing next to me leaning against another car.

"Well, we know your mom's no help, so that leaves me to take care of ya...So..Uhhmmm." This conversation was awkward for the both of us, so I decided to end the torture the best way I knew how...Averting the situation.

I let my best fake smile surface, and then a matching laugh. "Dom, don't worry about it. I'm fine...Besides you know how Letty always blows things out of proportion."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine...I mean it's not like he'd ever be into me or anything..."

"That's why I love ya kid!" Before I could react one of my cousins massive arms pulled me into some wrestlers headlock giving me the famous rock fisted Dom noogie. "You're a Toretto girl ight, your one true love is a good car."

I remember laughing at him, but feeling kind of guilty not completely believing him. Could you really go your entire life without finding the person you were meant to be with and be happy with it? Or was it just naïve to think that there's even a love at first sight? Or love at all?

"Oh-my-god!" I gulped, before shooting up into a sitting position throwing everything that sat on my stomach into the air. I looked around the room, I was still sitting in Laurie and Rick's tiny apartment living room sofa. My homework strewn across the carpet, and a pencil stuck in my giant hair. The pouch of Yahoo I had placed on the coffee table had gone missing, and a blanket I don't remember putting on was covering my body. Heaving my heavy feet over the couches edge, I stood instantly.

What a dream. What a terribly, ridiculously, vivid dream...or memory? How dare he! How dare Han do this to me! I wanted to forget that part of my life. I wanted to never again relive that pain; I built such a thick wall dividing the past from now. That's probably the reason I couldn't remember him for the longest time. Uggghhh...Now I felt like a real moron. He knew exactly who I was, and he didn't even tell me!?...He made me go on and on about my dad and Dom, and now I realize he was actually there? How dare he open that cut again!

I felt like I could kill myself, but thankfully I was too tired and weak to actually go through with it.

The morning sun was peaking through the drawn blinds. School? Wait…what time was it? I scratched my head, as I stomped into the kitchen a mere ten feet away. The clock on the stove said 11:30. Great! I was late for school.

The apartment was empty, that's odd. I glanced down, a small post-it attracting my attention. It was defiantly in Laurie's handwriting, I tried to understand the bubbly chicken scratch as best I could but realized my vision was way too fuzzy and I needed my glasses. Running into my room I grabbed my glasses, they where a black framed set. I hated wearing them, but I liked being able to see so I was at a loss. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Hummm?

What the heck was that? I thought, turning around in circles trying to find the cause of the buzzing. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Shoe? No. Book? No! Lightbulb?…Cellphone! I sprang for my Evo, dancing circles around the little nightstand that sat next to my bed.

Missed calls, Twinkie, Twinkie, Twinkie, Twinkie…Neela, Neela, Twinkie, Twinkie. It was amazing how many calls someone can receive in such a short amount of time. And the wierdest thing was there was a phone number that I didn't even recognize...freaky. I shrugged it off must have been a wrong number.

Missed texts, oh god! And I thought the phone calls where bad…

Twinkie: where u at?

Twinkie: R u bailin out on us?
Twinkie: Where da heck r u?!

Neela: Hey? R u ok? Twink is freakin out, and Han told me bout last nite. R u ok? Did somethin happen? I gave him ur #. I hope dat's alright…He was worried…

Ohhhhhhhh... that must have been Han who called. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, and delete that certain message. I wanted absolutely no part of him today...not after the revelation I just had!

I looked at the time they where all received, 9:15, 9:30, 10:00...Wow, right on the button too! I hit reply and told them both not to worry; I was fine I just over slept.

Half an hour later I came to the conclusion I was going to skip school today, and lay around. But then that idea went out the window when I discovered the only channels I could understand where Spanish soap's on Telemundo. Most where all Japanese game shows, a lot where Ninja Warrior. But after the 64th time someone falls off a giant rolling barrel and hurts themselves somehow by doing a face planet into a foam wall, you begin to lose a few brain cells if you catch my drift?

So I decided to go out, throwing my kinky mass of brown hair up into a ponytail, I left my glasses on and threw on my dad's old Public Enemy T-Shirt and some Capri pants. Slipping on my low-rise Chuck's, I read my Aunt's note as I laced up my shoes.

Darla~

I cringe every, single, time I read that name...

Looked too peaceful to wake up, sorry you missed breakfast, had to run.
Left lunch in the fridge.
Don't open the door to any strangers.
Love you lot's,
Your Auntie Laurie…

Ps: Some MAN called for you, said to tell you not to roam the streets of Tokyo by yourself anymore...And then something about answering your phone calls. Your Uncle took care of it...

I rolled my eyes the second time this morning, crumpling up the note I shoved it in my pocket. I was thankful all the embarrassing stuff was over last night, after feeding them some weak lie about going to a party with Neela (they didn't know Neela, so it was a little easier to make her seem like a little Paris Hilton inspired monster. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't have them thinking Twinkie was some dumb jerk who leaves ladies in the middle of Tokyo parties, he was already on ice with Rick being, of the male species and all,) At which consumed a rather large amount of Japanese liquor leaving me to find a way home, because I was the safe, responsible, one, and walked thirteen blocks, caught hoped on a bus, and managed to find my way back home…

Which was probably what I was going to really have to do today, if I had anything to do about it, I wanted to be lost today, deep in some Japanese mountain range with nothing but me and my thoughts like some monk. But before losing myself I grabbed my wallet, cell, house keys and some cash, it might take some money to become a monk…

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

You know the worst thing about going to another country is? Trying to figure out the currency issue. Because I'm pretty sure I gave the cashier sixteen dollars worth of American money for a cup of coffee! But at that point, I didn't care I was just so freakishly excited to see my dear old friend again I could have spent a grand in American cash and it would still be okay.

With a super sized Starbucks Caramel Latte in one hand an outdated map of Shibuya in the other and Dom's 8th Grade graduation present, a pair of Dre Beats in my favorite color, green, to cancel out all the boisterous background noise of Tokyo; I was ready to get lost! I felt so lucky to listen to my Florence And The Machines CD without any annoy disturbances. And I know what you guys are thinking; 'Beats!?…Girl, are you serious!?…Your so spoiled!' Which…your right, if it wasn't my dad it was my cousin's or Letty who would come home after a 'drop,' with an extravagant gift. I guess they figured it was a good substitute for all the times I was left alone.

I mean, do not get me started on the Malibu Dream House I got once for all my Barbie dolls! Wait a second; I think I still have it packed away in one of my boxes somewhere. If I don't get lost or turn into a monk, I'll have to go searching for it.

I aimlessly followed the overflowing crowd of people across intersections and down busy sidewalks; it was kind of like an Asian version of New York. AKA, something completely foreign to me. I flipped the ripped and water stained map around a couple times before deciding that I was completely lost.

Frackin' Japanese phonics! Throwing out the stupid thing I decided to just wing it, and headed in a southward direction, occasionally snapping a picture of something random with my cell phone. I know Dom hasn't responded to any of my texts, calls, or emails, since…well, since Letty died, he just sorta disappeared. I guess I figured if he was still even slightly interested in my wellbeing he'd read my messages, and boy would it shock him to find out I was in Tokyo…

I passed large buildings that looked like they were piled up on one another, and had almost three near death experiences with raged drivers who wouldn't let me cross the street. I guess in Japan the pedestrian doesn't have the right of way?

Eventually my boredom carried me to what I assumed was the 'lower' end of town, where little mom and pop, shops squeezed themselves in tiny excuses for streets. I immediately liked this end of the city, there was a better chance of getting ran over by a bicyclist then a car, and everyone smiled at you here. I guess no matter where I was I would always be lower class…

I sighed to myself, this was depressing, and on top of it all, I was lost. I cursed under my breath-taking another right and then a left. I didn't think it possible, but the streets managed to become smaller, turning into one-way lanes. Great, I thought, it was a dead-end.

In one fluid motion I took a back track, turning around I decided I needed to search for a local map of some sort to find my way back home. You know, like the ones in the mall where you are the big red dot that says "you are here"? But almost like a light bulb going on in my head, the flash of yellow, black and chrome, drew my attention away from my complete lack of direction to the issue at hand.

"Oh, my, god." I groaned. "Someone in the cosmos must not want me to enjoy my life…"

There, parked fourteen feet away from my very eyes, was Han's Mazda. This was the last place I was expecting to find him, let alone taking the Mazda in a place like this. It seemed so strange to see such a new wave car in such an old traditional Japanese setting. Almost like the director of an old time-y Samurai movie accidentally parked his RX-7 in one of the sets and forgot to take it out…

Mental note, unpack the rest of your moving boxes in the closet, and look for the Last Samurai. I loved that movie so much, which only made the move here so much easier for me… Plus the possibility of me finding my own Ken Wantanabe wasn't a bad thought to entertain either. What was it when a young woman marries an attractive older man? A sugar daddy? Ah, whatever, I'm sure it happens a ton around here…Was that racist? Huh, man I'm really catty today.

I growled, it was all this stress from him. I mean can't I just have one day to myself without having something stressful bothering me!?…

As much as I wanted to just turn around and pretend I didn't see the elephant standing in my path making his presences obvious, I couldn't. There where just way too many things that I needed to talk to him about, too many loose ends that needed tying, plus…I needed a drive home. That's the least he could do for me after last night.

I took a step forward before I changed my mind, and found my heart pounding faster and faster the closer I got to his vehicle. I clenched my fists, my palms were sweaty but my fingers were freezing like I stuck them in the freezer for an hour; that's what happened when I got nervous.

The heavily tinted window couldn't hide the fact he wasn't in the car, I took a sigh of relief. Thank god, he didn't see me; maybe I had a chance to make a break for it?

No. I had to do this, something deep within me needed some closure, and that same something told me he was the only person who would help with my memory problems.

I turned into the street pulling at the door handle, nothing, he locked the doors. I waited a couple of seconds taking a quick nonchalant glance over my shoulder. Three old men sitting on hard looking wooden chairs eating noodles with chopsticks watched me from coke bottle glasses, suspicious looks on their faces. I could only imagine what I looked like to them, some foreign girl trying to steal some poor schmucks car.

So, not wanting to have to call my guardians from a Japanese police station, I decided to lean against the sloping hood of Han's car and wait for him.

Everyone who knows me also knows that I'm not very patient, I hate waiting for anything let alone someone I want to avoid. I guess that's why I never finish anything, I can never wait long enough for afterwards. Unfortunately I got that from Sheryl, a part of myself I wanted to ignore until I die. Maybe the Toretto instincts for running away from issues will kick in and I can live my entire life being ignorant to the fact I have never accomplished anything in my life.

While I wallowed in self-pity, I cranked up my music and skimmed through some of the new albums I sync to my Ipod a few nights prior. I had the best Cyber friends, instant message buddies who gave you free digi stuff where so much better and easier to get than pirating your own music.

Of course the certain CD I listened to was complete legal-ish, and my own, well, actually it was originally my dad's but before Sheryl threw out all his personal belongings I kept everything important to me, including his CD collection. Unfortunately, she sold the Trans-Am that came with the CD's for a couple thousand dollars, so all I had left from my dad was a couple of pictures, Tee shirts, some old CD's, a greasy Ford baseball cap, and an ugly yet surprisingly adorable white-haired Troll doll he would always hang from his rearview mirror. He'd call it Jett Junior whenever I went to work with him, I'd giggle and say it looked more like him instead, and he'd laugh and point out the resemblances between our woofin' hair, skin color, and big ears.

I laughed to myself thinking about our rambunctious father daughter bickering. Everything was a lot easier back in those days, when dad was alive, Dom was around, when I'd help at the garage during the day and have sleepovers with Letty and Mia at night. Stuff was so different now; it was almost surreal.

It had to be at least thirteen minutes I was sitting Indian style on the hood of his car waiting. By now the old men across the street ignored me and kept on playing their little game of Asian dominos completely forgetting I was there.

I was really getting into an old LL Cool J album, complements of my dads old 90's rap days. "Jack the ripper! Jack-Jack-Jack, the RIPPER!" I rapped with the heavy bass that raddled through my headphones. I had a recurring problem with singing in public and I apparently never learn. "King Hercules!" I beat box at the top of my lungs, making weird noises that where meant to sound like a record scratch, but really just sounded like I was trying to spit up a piece of gum I accidentally swallowed.

I started dancing as best I could while in the sitting position, my butt wiggling against the shiny hood of his car. Wow, that sounded dirtier then expected…

Then the music goes dead, "hey!" I scream, jumping off the hood turning around I clench my fist ready to physically assault the person who was trying to make off with my Beats. "Oh, hey," snatching back my headphones I pull them around my neck and turn off my music. "I was waiting for you." I stated.

Han wore a slight smirk, which was surprising, I expected him to try and ignore me like any other time. "I can see that." He gestures to his car with his right hand, making me notice the brown paper bag he held. What could that be? I wonder.

"How'd you find me?" It was a simple question with an odd tone, almost like he was pleased to know I found him somehow; in a way I was as well.

"I was walking around Tokyo, and I happened to spot the only Yellow car in all of Japan."

He chuckles shoving his left hand in the pocket of his baggy jeans, I hear a jangling noise. "You walked all the way to the south side from where you live?" He seemed shocked, and I guess it was kind of a long walk.

"Yeah," I chuckle, a blush rising to my cheeks, why was I instantly nervous?

Suddenly his mood changes from patient and somewhat cheery to short and cold. "Why aren't you in school?"

I look up at him, he's not wearing a frown or a smile, just blank brown eyes staring back at me. "I…I slept in, if you hadn't guessed I had a rough night." I notice that he visibly cringes, so I take this as my chance to close in on him. "Han…Why didn't you tell me we knew each other?"

"Darla-" He warns groaning taking a side step around me to get to the driver's side of his car.

"No, don't Darla me mister, you have explaining to do." I tried to refrain from screaming at him, so tried to make light of the situation. My back against the driver door, the cold metal of the door handle square between my butt cheeks. If he wanted to get to his car he would have to dig…Which didn't sound pleasant in the least.

There was a long pause that settled between us, we where waiting to hear what the other was dying to say without the need for words. It wasn't working. "I knew something was wrong when I saw you that first day, like I was trying to remember something…Now I know why…After my dad died I just sorta shut the world away, like my body's way of defending itself from anymore harm…I still can't remember certain things. But the question that keeps reeling through my mind is…

"What happened?" It was a heavy question, and he knew it was loaded, is he answered one question he'd have to answer all the others that followed. He looked how I felt, utterly confused and skeptical, so deciding to be the first to take the plunge into oblivion. "Do you mind if we take a walk?" My voice seemed sheepish and uncertain but he nodded.

"I mean," I start, taking a deep, long, jagged, breath, I know this is going to be a long one. "I remember little bits of things, and I can only assume your still in contact with my cousin." I look up at him while we walk through a sudden surge of bodies rushing against us on the sidewalk. It was more of a statement then a question; he raises his eyebrow and nods. "So, you obviously know about what happened, and my accident?"

I watch him from the corner of my eye he's looking straight hands clenched in his hoodie pockets. I wait for a response, but nothing comes. "So you know why I can't remember much before it…I'm just curious as to why you wouldn't remind me, I mean, I think we where friends when you worked with Dom…Or am I wrong?"

You see at the time my dad died Dom was doing 'illegal activity,' which was how I met Han in the first place. Like I told him I don't remember much, and it was frustrating as heck! A few months after my fifteenth birthday, something happened, Dom and Letty started getting into real heavy stuff and they started disappearing months at a time, by extension Han as well. I knew it was something illegal, they just never would tell me what. But eventually things start popping up on the local news about a team of drivers knocking off oil tankers a couple of towns over, and you can only assume. They always thought I was just some dumb kid who couldn't handle it, sometimes I blame them for my low self-esteem…

Anyway; somewhere down the line everyone started leaving, my extended family was breaking up before me and I couldn't do anything about it. So I started pulling crazy stunts like driving my dads Trans-Am down the expressway at records speeds or jumping abandoned cars with my neighbor's dirt bike, Evel Knievel style, for attention. Eventually an accident was bound to happen, and I ended up bashing my head in one day while taking Vince's Impala for a spin. He was pissed needless to say, but not as pissed as Dom was when I finally came back to consciousness at the hospital. The Doctors said my memory would come back sooner or later, but I was still fighting to remember those memories I craved so much. The same memories I needed to know now. Dom and Mia where the only family I had left, after a while they disappeared and I was left by myself with my disheveled mother. And after millions of texts messages, thousands of emails, and hundreds of phone calls, I gave up all hope that Dom, or anyone for that matter, was coming back for me.

And then you guys come in, with me here, in Tokyo. Weird how things end up, huh?

"Look, Han, I'm not here to chastise you, I just need to be around someone familiar right now. You have to admit you guys didn't give me much of a good-bye, and I need at least some closure…" I thought for a moment, if pleading wasn't going to work I always had my super special skill. "That's if you want me to leave you alone, and I'm sure you remember how annoying I can be when I want something."

The tone in my voice was intended, and I could tell by the way his eyebrow shot up and the hidden smirk he knew what I was talking about. Ah, good, so I do remember some things clearly. "What do you want to know?" I could hear an angels chorus echo around me at his response. Finally! I finally found a crack in that cold armor of his. Yes! I did an inward Jett-party-dance, and quickly collected my thoughts trying to decide which question should be the first.

"When did you leave?"

"After the tanker run…"

I waited for something deep within me to just randomly pop up and I would remember everything, but nothing happened, just more questions. "I remember something about Georgia, what is that all about?"

Something I had said was obviously funny to him because he chuckled. We walked side by side along narrow winding Japanese streets and alleys, we would occasionally stop and wait for a car to pass or another person to walk by before we would speak again. "Before I left, your cousin didn't think it'd be fare for you to know where we all really where, so my cover was Georgia."

"But you didn't go to Georgia, did you?"

This got another laugh, it was starting to sound very pleasant, very different than his usual scowl. "You've known me how long? And your really asking that?" He looked at me this time, his eyes where sparkling with laughter, and I knew immediately I enjoyed the effect humor had on him.

"Haham fair enough. Why Dom do that, use a fake cover I mean? Did he really think I was that much of a nark that I would call out my own-"

"Darla, you don't get it." We stopped at a busy street, everything looked much more high-tech, we where getting closer to the city again, we must have walked for quiet a while. He was in front of me, looking down in frustration again, blocking my path. "It had nothing to do with trusting you, he just didn't want your hard head to get you into trouble. If you haven't already guessed we where all into some pretty deep stuff back then, the last thing we wanted was to have you snooping around looking for everyone. No one could live with themselves if something happened you on our account."

I noticed the excess use of the word 'we,' and 'us,' but decided to push it aside. "You think lying was the best thing for me!? …Oh, no, that's right, you'd much rather leave me in the middle of a freakin' desert with my sick excuse for a mother and her abusive drunk! No one cared about me! You where all living it up, with your great exciting lives! No one even bothered to give two craps to poor little Darla back home!"

I take a side step around him, and barrel down across the street accidentally nudging a few people with my shoulder and not bothering to apologize. I knew he was following me but didn't expect him to catch up so fast. Within two long strides, equal to four of my own steps, he had my arm in a death grip, and I was spun around face to face with Han once again. "Don't even think once that I thought that." He seethed through his teeth. The danger in his tone and sudden hostility scaring me slightly, I tugged at my arm but it was no use, he held me with a cast iron grip. I suddenly felt nervous and self-conscious. I never once thought he'd physically hurt me, and even now I know he wouldn't but the fire that grew behind his eyes made me worry. Not in the least for myself, but for him. I knew that look way too well, the look that was telling me he blamed himself for whatever reason.

The anger seemed to die down drastically between us, it felt odd, like in the one moment all the pointless pent-up rage I held against him vanished and all I wanted was a friend who I knew more than five weeks. In some weird way I needed him, he was the only remaining connection to my family that I had right now, other than Laurie and Rick, but they don't talk about those old days much.

His hand was still holding my upper arm but he held me much gentler now, the contact something I needed desperately, his grip the only thing keeping me from crumbling like a heap of sand in the middle of Tokyo's sidewalk. I sucked in a deep breath and let out an audible sigh, "for whatever reason you left, and for whatever reason you lied to me…I need you right now." I know he was shocked to hear it, because his grasp on my arm vanished and I stood facing him standing tall on my own power. To be honest it was more of a shock for me to even say; for weeks now I learned to hate him, and then suddenly I realize he's some prodigal son of my memories. It was crazy, and down right confusing but clear all at once! "You have to understand, you're the only person here that feels familiar to me, believe it or not, I mean, even when I didn't know it was you I somehow knew it was you. And I can't help but think that you never really wanted to lie to be about where you've been." It was a shot in the dark and I took it…

Oh god, please don't make me feel worse than I already do!

I held my breath taking a good, hard, long, look in his eyes and bit my lip, hard. "I need your help, Han. I just need to know you'll be there for me."

That was it, I smirked to myself, that's what drove him over the edge. Sure he was already standing there, I just needed to give him a nice big push, and that was it. He broke our gaze looking around us, he chuckled. "Darla Mercedes Toretto, you always knew how to get what you wanted out of me."

"Uhhh," I cringed, "he knows my middle name to!" I shriek aloud to myself throwing my hands in the air; I give up. "I give up, you win."

"You know I always do." He laughed mockingly, still so smug.

I gulped back the nostalgia that threatened to break free, I could have done either one of two things, cried my eyes out like a giant baby like last night, or do what I have planned to do for the passed three years since he's been away.

It was awkward at first, me hugging him and him not hugging back, but I couldn't help myself I needed this type of contact with him. It was almost like I was giving my dad, Dom, Letty, Mia, Vince, Jesse, all of them, a hug through Han. The idea only made me squeeze him even harder, and to my surprise he squeezed back. Resting both arms against my shoulders, I breathed a last sigh of relief when I felt his face in my hair. This wasn't the end of everything, I knew that, I still had so many questions for him, I felt like I was still missing a massive part of the bigger picture I just wasn't willing to give up this feeling quiet yet by asking questions. Instead I stood there, relishing the thought that I wasn't alone anymore, I had Han. I was safe now…

So!? Tell me what ya'll think! And please, please, please, leave a review telling me what you thought of not only the chapter but also what I talked about at the top about Earl and Reiko, if you do Jett will make a personal shout out in the next chapter to those who state their opinion!
PS, forgive my grammar; I was just so excited to post this! ;)