She stared at the blinking cursor with her fingers hovering over the keys. But nothing happened. Kuroko thoughts turned to Sakura Island itself. An island that didn't exist on any map. It wasn't hidden by a force field, or large scary fog bank. It was there. You could stand at the edge of japan and look across the intercostal and there it was. Sitting like a picture-perfect tourist card. Its history hidden in plain sight.
Sakura island.
The Island is slightly bigger than Hokkaido. Covered in thick vegetation. Clear cold water streams traverse the landscape. Hot Springs nestled in hidden places surrounded by old growth trees as wide as buses. Waist high grassy meadows rose into tall snowcapped mountains. "Paradise." She said with a smile and a blush.
They had all been invited by Ronan Watanabe. The adopted son of Megumi Watanabe. A powerful and influential Industrialist. Who despite being human had control over the vampires of Japan. This was thanks to a certain goddess who slept on the Island. Her name is Mochizuki. And she would only awaken during the summer and fall festivals. It had only been recently that Sakura Island opened to foreign visitors. With bright penetrating green eyes, the first things you noticed. Mesmerizing, pulling you in, with long black hair worn in a tight ponytail down below her hips. And flawless alabaster skin. She wore an air of sovereignty about her but when he showed up…she was like a teenage girl. Flawed, clumsy and a little possessive.
Kuroko chuckled softly. Oh…Ronan…you were a pervert indeed…her cheeks bloomed, rolling her eyes, and active.
She remembered how Ruiko, Uiharu, Mikoto and herself enjoyed the festivals, explored much of the island, visiting the hot Springs, laying on white sandy beaches. And the odd familiarity between Mochizuki and Mikoto.
Looking back, she understood now. but It didn't make it any easier…. With that, she hummed some music she remembered from the festivals. But she would not be visiting these places. She was heading to the business side of the island...Sakura city.
A glistening modern metropolis. One of two large cities built by Watanabe industries on the island. Domestic and international conglomerates held offices in the specifically designed city. Its architecture, a mix of ancient stone buildings, imported from around the world. Villas built on the rocks along the man-made bay buffeted by gentle waves. Skyscrapers rising out of the center with panoramic views of the ocean, mountains, and the bustling shipping port. The city of around one million in population. Whether it was unfortunate or fortunate it was a mix of Wolf, Vampire and Human.
A sudden jerk of the plane brought her out of her thoughts. What the hell!
Seems we have hit the storm a little earlier than planned. The pilots voice came over the intercom. The typhoon has turned further north and has intensified.
Kuroko groaned, shaking her head, tapped the keys and connected with the weather satellite. This is not going to be good. Watching the live stream of the typhoon swallowing Sakura Island. she leaned back in the seat, look to the front of the plane. the digital clock just under two minutes.