Suddenly Shattered and Tenderly Tattered

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH.

"Blah" –regular conversations

'Blah' –thoughts

Dictionary

Sumimasen. Excuse me.

Baggeji wa doko des ka? Where can I find the baggage?

Arigato gozaimas. Thank you. (Formal way of saying it)

Arigato. Thank you. (Informal between friends.)

Do itashimashte. Your welcome.

The Vacation

"That's a wrap!" Yelled the director. "You three are finally done. Hows it feel to have made your first music video?" The director said while walking closer to the well lit stage.

"Freedom! I will no longer suffer from the evil birds in the lights pecking at my brain!" Screamed an exasperated Sachiko after a long day of singing the same few lyrics repeatedly. Once Sachiko had walked off the stage, she was standing just a few feet in front of the director.

"So, do you have any plans now that this is done? Uhh, Sachiko! Hello, I'm talking to you!" Said the director waving his hands in front of her face to try and snap her out of her unexpected day dream.

"Oh, you were! Sorry 'bout that Mike! What did you say?" Said Sachiko finally realizing that there weren't birds in the lights.

"I asked, what you were going to do now?"

"I'm going on a vacation until the fan-peoples settle down!"

"Where are you going?"

Just then Brandon, the drummer, and Scott, the guitar player, walked up. Both of the boys put an arm on one of Sachiko's shoulders and leaned on her, placing as much weight on her as they could. After a few seconds she collapsed to the floor with the two boys falling on top of her.

"Well you see Mike; she won't tell us where she's going. All she's told us is that she'll have her cell phone with her if we need to get a hold of her," said Brandon while making himself more comfortable on top of Sachiko.

"Hemph momph mvee!" Sachiko tried to scream out but Scott had his hand over her mouth preventing it. (A/N: she screamed, "Get off me!" I'm sure you were all smart enough to figure that out, though!)

"Brandon, did you just hear something?"

"Why of course not Scott!"

By now Mike was just laughing, while the camera man who was making a documentary on the behind the scenes stuff that went into making the video was getting every glorious moment of this little war.

Scott finally got off of Sachiko, before she got really upset. But Brandon still sat on top of her. Scott, who seemed to be the brains of the group, walked over to Mike and just stood watching Sachiko and Brandon wrestle on the floor.

Brandon would get Sachiko pinned, but then, thanks to Sachiko's small size, she would slip out of his grasp and manage to pin him. And this went on for nearly half an hour until Scott finally broke it up and decided to take them out for pizza.

At the Pizza Parlor

"That was good! Your getting the check aren't you Scott!" Said Brandon while giving him an 'I'm-completely-broke' look.

"Yes, I'll get the check."

"I want ice cream!" Sachiko practically screamed, while banging her fists against the table over and over. People at the nearby tables started staring at the mentally insane girl.

"You're a bottomless pit and yet your so small, how do you do it Sachiko!" Said Scott while giving her a side glance, almost accusing her of something. What he would be accusing her of no one knew.

"Well, it could be my high metabolism," she said with an eerily serious face, "Or it could be the work of the Pretty Pink Pixies!" With that she put on an overly happy face, one she only got after when she was on a Sugar High.

"-sigh- And for a minute I though she was going to give us an intelligent answer." Brandon's face fell forward in defeat.

"Gasp! I'm in shock! First Sachiko uses a big word like metabolism, and then you go and use the word intelligent. The apocalypse it coming! Oh My God! Run for your lives!" Scott was wildly waving his arms it the air screaming the last part of the sentence. People in the restaurant were giving the trio a weird look, worse than the little glances they had earlier.

"Scott, don't make me kick your ass!" Brandon stood up knocking his chair over backwards. He held one fist in the air using it as a threat towards Scott, the other he smacked down against the table as a support while he leaned over to get in the others face.

"What ever lets go," Scott said while waving his hand, brushing off Brandon's comment. He was just getting ready to walk out the door when he realized that Sachiko was not with them. "Where's Sachiko!" Both of the boys ran back to their table to see if she was there, but she wasn't. "SACHIKO!" They both screamed.

"Here I am!" She said while waving at the two guys. She was sitting outside on the mechanical pony, where she had gotten the quarter for the thing they didn't know.

They ran outside, around the building, and both grabbed her by an arm literally pulling her off the mechanical ride.

At their Apartment

(A/N: They live together, but each has their own room. They're like siblings nothing more!)

They drug her into the house and dropped her onto the couch. "Now, if you're going on your vacation I suggest you pack. You flight is tomorrow afternoon." Again Scott, the voice of reason, reminded her.

With that she went to her room, which was very plain. There was a bed, empty dresser, and desk with a chair every thing was either hospital white or the natural wood color. The North and East walls held windows, while the West wall had a door that led to the hall way. On the South wall was the door that led to her bright-white-tiled bathroom. Her bathroom had a door that held her closet. The closet was twice the size of the bathroom, but held all her clothes and shoes.

Sachiko walked into her closet and grabbed her Wal-Mart 'Special' luggage bags. (Just because she had money doesn't mean that she should waste it on stuff like luggage.) She began with the biggest of all her bags bags. In it she put several pairs of her black, baggy, extra-wide legged, low rise pants; some of jeans; a long black skirt; a black mini-skirt; most of her black and red shirts with smart-ass or sarcastic remarks; her pheasant tops; her red bustier; a couple hoodies, her black summer trench coat, her underclothes; a bathing suit and cover; and the smallest and cheapest amp they had. She then zipped the large compartment. To her luck it just closed. In the smaller compartment on the front of the bag she put a pair of black sandals and a pair of black and red Chuck-Taylors. She left the larger of the two compartments for her protectively wrapped processor, cords, extra guitar strap, picks, extra pick pouch, and some band merchandise.

In the one of the mid-sized bags she put 2 outfits (incase her luggage got lost), jewelry, make-up, hair products, CD player and CDs, her little 'hole-everything-but-the-kitchen-sink' purse, her cell phone charger, her 'little black book' with all 36 of her sharpie markers, and the baby blanket that her mother had made for her. With every thing in the bag, it would just barely pass for a carry on.

Finally, she took out her prized possession. Her red Dean Edge (Fretless Series) Bass Guitar! For her 16th birthday Brandon and Scott put their money together and bought it for her. Her piece-of-shit, second-hand, doesn't-stay-in-tune-worth-crap, beaten, and abused B.C. Rich had finally decided to die. The connection where the cable hooked into the guitar had shorted out. She had only had her Dean for a few months, but it was easily considered one of her most cherished items. She carefully put it in the black hard case, checking to see if it fit snuggly in its place. She removed the strap and put it in the compartment with her pick pouch, spare loose picks, and sloppy sheet music and lyrics.

After tending to her 'baby' and laying out her outfit for the next day, she went into the living room where the two boys were playing Halo 2. She said her good night's and gave them both hugs, and then went promptly to bed.

The Next Morning

Sachiko jumped out of her skin when she heard the door slam against the wall and the ever annoying Brandon bellow out, "Sachiko! You're going to miss your flight!"

"What! What time is it?" She said while sitting straight up in bed, her eyes as big as saucers.

"It's 1:30. And Scott said that he was sorry that he wouldn't be here when you left but his sister fell off her bike and broke her arm. So, he's at the hospital with his family."

"Oh, well my plane doesn't leave for 2 more hours. But, it takes about 45 minutes for me to get my luggage checked in, through security, and all that fun shit. Then, it takes half an hour for us to get to the airport. That leaves me with 45 minutes. SHIT! If I don't hurry I won't even have time to eat!"

"Hurry up and get ready, I'll make you some breakfast." Brandon started shaking his head at the thought of her going on a vacation by her self and not getting killed. But as he turned around ready to walk out of her room he had a pair of arms wrap around his neck.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Tha-Oomph!" She was cut off by him shoving her on the bed and telling her to stop wasting time. Other wise she wouldn't get breakfast.

Once he left the room, she did her morning routine (shower, teeth, and face), then walked to her room and put on the outfit she laid out the night before. She wore tight, black, low-cut pants; her hooker/combat boots; a blood red button up shirt with a black bustier over top; a black and white pinstriped blazer; and then she put on all of her jelly-bracelets, rings, and earrings; as a final touch she put on her black choker that had a giant Celtic cross that hung off of it. The cross came to a point just between her breasts, but that was almost un-noticeable because of how it set over her button up shirt.

Once she was pleased with that she walked into the bathroom again to put on her make-up. That mainly consisted of black and red eye-shadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, and a clear lip gloss. She had foundation and a ton of other cosmetics, but only used them when she had to.

After that, she brushed out her long silver/white hair that had already dried on its own. She simply moved the part to the side so some of the hair would cover one of her eyes, then put on a brimmed had that matched the blazer. She had it tilted at an angle so her left eye was hidden by her hair and the hat shielded her right eye from most peoples view.

She went to the kitchen and started to eat the French-toast that Brandon made. By the time she had finished her breakfast; Brandon had gotten ready and put her bags (and her baby) in the car, and was waiting downstairs for her in the lobby.

The drive to the airport was long and eerily quiet. But they arrived with time to spare, so they went ahead and checked in her extra-large bag and had her Dean marked as fragile. After talking for a few minutes, she decided it was time for her to get though security.

"Sachiko, please before you leave tell me where you are going?" Brandon said in a pleading tone.

"Look, just take care of Scott. Don't let him stress too much. I'll be home sometime after the video is out; I'll call every night, and don't worry about me. I'm sure after the video is released the press will find me, then you'll know where I am!" With that she reached up and put her arms around his neck. He countered by putting his arms around her waste and then threw her in the air. To the people in the airport, it looked like a brother and sister parting, and that's how Brandon and Sachiko felt.

After Sachiko made it though security, Brandon was still standing watching her though the glass wall, she decided to let him know that she was planning on leaving the country. She walked up to the window and motioned for him to come near, which he did.

"Oh; by the way, I'm going to Asia. Don't come looking for me, because you won't know which country I'll be in!" She had a Huge grin on her face after she said that, then winked at him and walked to her terminal.

"Sachiko! Sachiko! Get Back Here! What do you mean your going to Asia! I though you were going on a vacation! NOT out of the country!" With every word Brandon's voice rose until he was asked by the security guard to quiet down.

On the Plane With Sachiko

'Well, he took that better than I thought!'

"Ladies and Gentleman; please fasten your safety belts and turn off all electronics. The plane will be taking off in a few minutes," said one of the stewardesses over the speaker.

Once the plane was in the air she fell asleep. It was only when there was about an hour left till the plane landed before she woke up. She sat in silence for the remaining hour just looking out the window.

In the AirPort (Japan)

"Sumimasen," Sachiko said while reaching to touch the shoulder of one of the flight attendants that had gotten off of her plane. The woman turned around to see who had gotten her attention. "Baggeji wa doko des ka?" The woman smiled kindly to Sachiko and led her to the area that was designated for luggage. After Sachiko got her bag and her baby, she strapped her carry on to the larger bag which had wheels. With her luggage and the Dean in hand she bowed to the woman, "Arigato gozaimas!" The woman replied, "Do itashimashte." The woman returned the bow and then walked away.

Once she was able to find her way to the entrance, she easily found where to get her money converted to yen. To her surprise one dollar was worth 360 yen. After that she got a taxi and found her hotel. It wasn't a top notch hotel, but it wasn't completely run down. She knew that if she got one of the 4 or 5 star hotels then when the press came looking for her they would surely find her. Instead she settled for one of the 2.5 or 3 star hotels in Tokyo.

A/N:

Wow, I think that's a sporadic first chapter. I promise that in the next chapter there'll be some interaction with the YYH peoples! Please, tell me what you all think of this. It just kind of came to me in a dream. And I unfortunately don't have a bass guitar but I Really want one. The crappy one I described is my friend Ed's guitar and the Dean is the one I'm saving my money to buy. What else? Oh, the Japanese I use in here is what I've learned from my class. Loves Takahashi-Sensei! If I really screw something up, or I put a contradicting statement in here somewhere please let me know. That aggravates me when authors do it, so please tell me if and when I do.

Rahe