Yugana Kashi
By Sakura Takanouchi
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Chapter Three: Some Hopes are Made to Last Forever
Kateri left the apartment and didn't look back until she was on a totally different street. She set down her book bag and sat down on the sidewalk to grasp the events of the day. 'So I'm homeless,' she thought. 'Whoa…so this is how they feel.' She then got up and headed towards Cara's house.
She knocked on the door, and Cara answered it a second later. "So you've survived," Cara said with a grin. "Yeah," Kateri replied.
"Listen, I've got leftovers from dinner that you can eat, plus a variety of dry snacks and soda that you can take to eat on your trip." Cara said as Kateri went in the apartment and Cara shut the door behind her.
About twenty minutes later, she had eaten and drank her fill. "Look… I'm really going to miss you," Kateri said with tears in her eyes. "I'll miss you too," Cara said. "Here's 300 Euros I got from my dad's wallet. It will pay for your plane trip. "
"I'll call you once I've arrived in Japan," Kateri said. "It should be in about two or three days." They then loaded up Kateri's backpack with food, water, and a change of clothes.
"Bye, Cara," Kateri called softly as she left her friend's apartment. She then headed to the nearest tour office (London is a tourist's town) and retrieved a map of London, so she could tell where to go to reach the nearest international airport.
Two hours later, it was pouring rain and Kateri had the airport in sight. She just had to figure out how to get inside without attracting a lot of attention.
Surprisingly enough, there was little security (maybe because it was so late) so Kateri had no trouble at all sneaking in. The man at the ticket desk did raise his eyebrows when Kateri requested a one-way ticket to Tokyo, but she did look Japanese, so whatever doubts were running through his head were settled.
Thirty minutes and 249 Euros (the cost of the ticket) later, Kateri reached the main concourse, Concourse C. She sat down, exhausted and extremely tired, at a table in front of a Burger King. She grabbed several Euros from her pocket and ordered herself a croissant and a coffee. She was dead on her feet.
After that was over, Kateri checked the flight departures, and realized that her plane took off at six AM. She had quite a few hours to kill, so she decided to browse through the shops and explore some of the other concourses.
"Attention, all travelers, flight 235 with non-stop service to Tokyo will be departing shortly. Please have your tickets ready and you can begin boarding," The cheerful flight attendant spoke through a microphone to get the attention of all of the other tired travelers.
Kateri yawned. "I guess I'll catch up on my sleeping when I get on the train,' she thought as she picked up her book bag, gathered her ticket, and sleepily proceeded to the desk for boarding. The flight attendant cheerfully accepted her ticket, gave Kateri back the stub, and watched Kateri walk down the big long… whatever you call it.
There was hardly anyone on the plane. Kateri checked her stub. "Row 12, Window Seat…" she found her seat easily enough and sank down into it. The last time Kateri had been on a plane was when she was three, and Toshi was 1. They, and their parents, were flying from Tokyo to England. She hardly remembered that, and she doubted Toshi remembered it at all.
Five minutes later, the plane started to move. There was no one in her row, but several more people did board the plane. Kateri lazily watched the plane take off out of one eye. 'Goodbye, London,' she thought. She then closed her eye and let sleep overtake her.
Just seven more hours and Kateri would be off on what would be the greatest adventure of her life.
A/N
C'mon, Review, people! I need some encouragement to continue this story, because this is what I am choosing to devote my time to at the moment. So… review! If you have or have had any questions, comments, or concerns, please press the little blue button at the bottom of your screen. I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability. But what's the use in even putting all of that…typage there if no one will review? *laughs* Typage. I just made up a fun word!
Sakura Takanouchi
