UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

March 31,2002

Fuuko sat under the usual spot of shade she sits in every lunch period. She sat there with a very thick chemistry book in one hand and a pack of rice balls in the other. Yup, she's gonna have a peaceful lunch period since she's away from the rooftop, the meeting place of the Hokage team.

It was all ready 4 months after the U.B.S., and Fuuko decided to change her ways of being a happy-go-lucky kind of person. She wanted to become a meteorologist and there's no way in hell she can be one if she continues to hang out with Domon and Recca. Nope, she needed to have some time alone to sort out her mind and focus on her studies.

"Oh, so that's how it works!" exclaimed Fuuko. "Well, now that I get it, I'm gonna give myself a break!" And with that, she closed the book and put it down roughly. As she was about to pop a rice ball into her mouth, she noticed something sticking out of the thick chemistry book.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about you," she murmured as she picked up the "thing" from her book.

It was an envelope, plain white. It was addressed to her, and her parent's current address in the United States in the sender's label. She was used to getting weird letters from her parents since they moved to the United States, to do something Fuuko did not even want to know because her parents were going through their mid-life crises. She had received it this morning at her apartment and decided to read it at school. Unfortunately, she was late this morning so she didn't have the chance to read it.

She toyed with the envelope in her fingers for a while, guessing what kind of news it held inside. She was pretty sure that it would be another of those nonsense letters saying 'Oh we miss you so much' and 'Always remember that we love you very much' or 'Sorry we couldn't be there'.

After playing with it, she decided to open it.

This is what it said,

September 6, Tuesday

My Dearest Baby Girl Fuuko,

Fuuko grimaced. Must they always call her that?!

Hi darling! How are you doing? I hope you are doing fine. Your father and I are having a great time here. It was kind of boring when we first scaled that mountain but ice fishing in Alaska was wonderful. I really wish you could have been here but of course your studies has to be your first priority, right?

Now, to a more serious topic. I have found a bishonen here that is soooooo kawaii! You wouldn't believe how much of a gentleman he is! He has all the things I would like to see in a son-in-law, you know. Why, if I were a bit younger, I would have jumped onto him in a minute. Well, I told him all about you and he is positively THRILLED to meet you. I think from all my stories, he fell in love with you. Well, I don't know if he's really in love with you but he's all ready willing to marry you! Isn't that great? Oh, did I forget to mention that he's also Japanese? Of course your father wouldn't let me fix you up with these Americans, but I tell you, some of the male species here are absolute HUNKS! If you're still wondering where this paragraph is leading to, it's pretty simple, really, ----- YOU ARE ALREADY ENGAGED! Yes, this is one of those arranged weddings but believe me, I know what is best for you and this man I am talking about here is the best of the best for you. If you're asking what your father thinks about this, he's already agreed and consented. Heck, he even gave our bishonen his blessing. Your father is absolutely BONKERS about our guy.

Don't worry, you'll meet him soon, we'll be taking the flight to Japan next week. Pick us up at the airport at September fourteen at ten in the morning. I know you'll fall head-over-heels for this guy.

That's mostly it.

Lots of love,

Your ever beautiful and sexy mother and your eternally handsome father

Fuuko stared at the piece of paper that her mother had used to write this SURPRISING news. She didn't know how to react. She was ENGAGED? And to worsen the situation, she doesn't even know to whom she was engaged to! She was going to pick them up at the airport at September fourteen? That's the day after tomorrow! Her mother obviously forgot how slow the mail was delivered form the Unites States to Japan.

Her mother must be joking . . . right?

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The next day, Fuuko couldn't concentrate on her lessons because of the shocking news her parents had brought her. Her head was still spinning from the three-word sentence – she was engaged – that she didn't even notice that classes were already over and she was already walking home.

"Penny for your thoughts?" the familiar voice broke her thoughts.

When she turned to where the voice came from, she noticed the whole Hokage team behind her. Even Tokiya Mikagami, Fridge Boy, was there. She must have been so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't feel their presence behind her.

"Fuuko, you didn't answer me." Recca stated. "What's wrong with you anyways? You're always lost in thought? Do you have a problem or something?"

"Oh, it's nothing, you guys," Fuuko lied. "I just got a failing mark in that History test. It just got me depressed, you know?"

Mikagami snorted. "Since when did the monkey care about her grades?"

"Since now, you moron!" Fuuko retorted in a mock-angry tone that wasn't as fake as she hoped it to be. She really didn't want to talk about her, er, problem with a bunch of insensitive bafoons. "Oh, look at the time! I must go home immediately to, um, do my homework! Sorry, I can't stay and chat. Ja!"

And with that, she was off, running home, leaving the dumbfounded Hokage team behind. When she reached it, she changed her clothes, popped up a dinner in the microwave and ate it. Right after dinner, she went to sleep. Her sleep was haunted by the faceless man her mother was talking about.

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The next morning, she woke up at around 8. It was all right to wake up late because she wasn't going to school anyway. She got up, took a bath, ate breakfast and left for the airport.

She arrived at the airport at nine-forty-five. Her parent's plane was late so she waited for more-or-less about thirty minutes.

She was reading a magazine when she heard someone shout her name. She looked up to see her plump mother carrying at least three small suitcases. Her face, smile and pretty much everything about her was still the same except for her hair, which was dyed blonde.

"Mom, what have you done to your hair?" Fuuko asked, marveled at her mother's boldness. It was truly the work of that dratted mid-life crisis. Her mother had always been the shy and meek type, and now, look at her!

"Oh, do you like it, dear?" her mother asked. "I dyed it 'Morning Blonde.' Does it grab you?"

"Well, it definitely grabs something." Fuuko answered. She looked past her m4other and saw her father walking as fast as he can with 4 large suitcases in his hands towards them. "Pop! Here, let me help you with those." She said, taking 2 of the large bags from her father.

Her father mumbled some thing that vaguely resembles a "thanks" because he was still catching his breath.

"Now, Fuuko, your fiancé is right over here." Her mother said from behind her.

When she turned around, the shock overwhelmed her.

"Hello, Fuuko," said the man standing beside her mother.

"Kurei!" Fuuko gasped.