So, I updated this story. It's largely based on me, and what's happened tome. So what are you waiting for? Read on!

Prologue

She had a strange feeling. Something had been growing for a only a short while, and she was scared and excited all at the same time. People had been had been consulting her on this idea, and all advice was positive. She just wasn't sure she was ready to accept it.

Kimi had been hurt in her love life a few times. Jared was a boy who only wanted her for sex, which she would not give him. Their relationship only lasted two years because he went to college, and told her he wanted to go unattached. She was left as a broken shell of the girl she had been with him. She managed to graduate single, while he was a freshman in college with a girlfriend who gave him all the sex he wanted.

Her summer between high school and college was spent as a kitchen worker at her church's camp. Many friends were made during the summer, and Nate, a counselor, said he liked her. Nothing ever came of it, because he did not want to make a commitment. She came out of the almost relationship with a hopeful heart, which told her God had someone better in mind.

Finally, she made it to college, and joined a Christian group on campus, hoping to find a boy among it. Now she was sitting in the largest meeting room of the Student Union Building, watching as they played their first concert. There were rumors that Trevor, the bass guitarist, had a crush on her. As she gazed up at his 6'6" frame, she knew something was different about him. She had finally decided this was the one for her.

Chapter 1

Kimi was a history major, with a minor in Asian studies. She could not wait to get out and become a historian. Her roommate, Natasha, was also a history major, but she wanted to go into high school history education. Both of the girls were Christians, and they became fast friends from the day they moved into their room.

On the first day of classes, Kimi was scared but excited to get to her first class, Japanese I. It was scheduled for 9:15-10:15 in Brudnak Hall. Poscoe University was one of the largest in Pennsylvania, so she had to leave 15 minutes early to make sure she made it in time.

"Have fun in Japanese class!" Tasha called, as Kimi walked out of the room. 'I hope it will have fun,' she thought to herself as she made her way down the hall. As she walked, she wondered what cruel intention the Office of Housing had when they put freshman on the top floors of all the residence halls. 'I guess it is only fair. The top floors are the warmest in the summer, so the upperclassman deserve the cooler floors as a reward for staying here four years.' Finally, she made it to the entrance of Lewis Hall, her building. As she continued to Brudnak, she took in the beautiful campus. Many maple trees made up the foliage, but her favorite was the Japanese maple, only because she loved anything Asian.

When she arrived in Brudnak 207, she saw maybe 10 students. Her watch said she was five minutes early, so everyone may not be there yet. Dr. Deborah Everheart was the professor's name, and she came into the room two minutes before class started. Everheart looked like she was of European decent, perhaps dark Irish, and she had a round, short figure.

"Welcome to your first day of Japanese I!" Everheart started exactly at 9:15. "I am your professor, Dr. Deborah Everheart. You can call me Deb, though, because this is college, not high school, and you are allowed to do such a thing." She reached for some packets on her desk, and began passing them back the rows. By now, there were about 20 students in the class.

"This is the syllabus for the class. It has my name, office hours, outline of what I wish to accomplish in this semester, test policies, and mid-term and final dates. Now, let me explain a few things..." Deb launched into a 25 minute lecture on making sure the students understood her syllabus. "Does anyone have any questions?" No one seemed to have any, so she began again.

"I always do this on the first day, and your class is no different. So, we will start on the right side of the room, and everyone will say your name, where you are from, and how many years of Japanese you have taken." Rhonda Sharply was first, hailed from Pittsburgh, and had taken three years of Japanese. Kimi was third.

"My name is Kimichi Takama. I'm from Philadelphia. I haven't taken any Japanese in high school, but my father is Japanese, so I learned most of what I know from him." Deb was very excited after Kimi spoke.

"What part of Japan is your father from?" She expressed gleefully.

"He's from Toyama. And before you ask, my mother was a missionary's daughter who had lived most of her teenage years there. My mother missed America so much, that she convinced my father to move to the United States when I was five years old."

"What a wonderful story! I'm so glad we have a Nisei here! I will have to ask you so many questions about what your father knew of Japan!" The rest of the class period was taken up by introductions. When Kimi went to leave, Rhonda came up to her.

"Hi, Kimi! If you forget my name, it's Rhonda. It is so cool that you are a Nisei! I thought you were Asian when I came into the room, but then I saw your green eyes. Now it makes sense, knowing your mother was American." Kimi was somewhat surprised someone other than her teacher took such interest in heritage.

"Yes, my parents are very proud of their Nisei daughter, because they say I have my grandmother's beauty. Only, they also say my mother's eyes make me even more beautiful." Kimi smiled sheepishly at the admittance.

"Well, I'm sure you are a cool person even without your heritage. Hopefully we can talk more next time. I have to run to my next class. See you later!" The bubbly red-head ran off towards Horrell Hall, the science building. Kimi was left standing at Brudnak by herself, and stood there for a minute taking in the fact she was left alone. She began walk back to Lewis when she recovered.

Kimi noticed many people staring at her as she walked along the cement path. She figured it was because an Asian girl had green eyes, and she thought she was used to that. Obviously the college atmosphere unnerved her.

Her next class, Health and Wellness, was at one. It was basically the same experience as Japanese class, just without her professor going insane over the fact that she was a Nisei. Humanities Literature was at 3:30, and not much differed from her first two classes. She was glad to get back to Lewis and relax.

Natasha was there when she returned. "How was your day?" Tasha asked from her computer chair.

"Exciting. In Japanese class, my professor went nuts over the fact that I'm a Nisei. Not much else happened. What about you?"

"Oh I had fun, too. Biology was good. Biology and history have always been tied for my favorite subjects. Everything else were your average liberal studies classes." The blonde rolled her eyes and turned back to her computer. "I cannot believe our Psychology teacher gave us homework on the first day. He wants us to write a two page paper on all the accomplishments in our life." She sighed, and began writing anew. Kimi just chuckled and proceeded to check her e-mail. She had a lot from home, mostly addressed by her mother.

When Kimi was done reading and replying to all her e-mails, her stomach was making hungry noises. "Tasha, do you want to go with me to Edwards for supper?" Blue eyes turned to face her. "Sure. I could use a break from the monotony of my accomplishments." With a smile, Tasha jumped up and put on her flip-flops. "Let's go!" So the two friends took off for Edward Dining Hall.

Tuesday was much like Monday, except Kimi got homework in her afternoon algebra class. "I don't know why historians need math. Just a waste of credits," Kimi muttered to herself as she walked out the door.

"What was that?" A wonderful looking boy, with brown curly hair and the prettiest pair of hazel eyes stared at her.

"Uh...I was just ranting to myself over the fact that they make all majors take a course in math. What historian is going to use algebra?" He laughed, and she continued to look at him as they moved down the hall to the stairs.

"Well, not all historians have to take algebra. You could have taken the basic math class." The boy seemed intrigued by her profile.

Kimi finally managed to look somewhere other than at him. "Yes I know, but I took algebra in high school, so I figured I could take it here and do well." They were at the entrance to the building now, and turned to face each other.

"I guess that's a good reason to take it. Hey by the way, my name is Trevor, and I'm a sophomore in music performance." Kimi smiled to hear his name.

"I'm Kimi, and I'm a freshman in history, minoring in Asian studies. It so nice to meet someone to talk to other than my roommate." At this Trevor gestured over to the picnic tables, because he realized this might be a conversation worth continuing.

As they sat, he asked, "Do you dislike your roommate?"

"No, she's great. I just meant it's nice to meet new people."

"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean. I came here not knowing anyone, then I went to my performance class and made some good friends. I even joined a band with some of the guys."

"Really? That's so cool. What do you play?"

"I play bass guitar. I would've liked to play the keyboard, since I'm better at it, but we already had one. So, I got stuck on bass."

"I'm sure you are better at it than me. I used to play the trumpet in high school, and I almost made it to States. I missed the chance by one chair." Trevor seemed surprised.

"That's interesting. I never competed with my instruments because it would have been kind of hard, judging by what I play. They don't have electric guitars or keyboards at conferences." He shrugged. "Oh well. I was content to spend my time doing other things."

"You could have went on other string instruments. There are sure plenty to choose from." Trevor shook his head.

"My band director didn't want to take the time to teach me. He was too worried about the wind instruments and percussion. They won some competitions in my high school career. Many made it to States, too."

"Wow. Only three of us to made it to Regionals, but no one went on to States. An alto, a drummer, and I were the ones who went." Trevor 'hmphed'.

"So, when is your next class?" he asked.

"I am done for the day. What about you?"

"I am done too. Hey, some of my friends and I are going to play a few games. Maybe you would like to come play too?" Trevor looked expectantly at her. Did he have a girlfriend?

"What exactly are you going to play?" Kimi could not believe she was asking this to a boy she had just met.

"We are probably going to break out the boardgames. It's kind of a reunion for those of us who were here last year. I know you will like these people."

"Sure, I'll come. I am all for meeting new people." Kimi smiled at him. She also noticed he could not seem to take his gaze from her eyes. "Do you wonder too why I am Asian, but have green eyes?"

"I was rather curious, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Kimi focused elsewhere.

"My father is from mainland Japan, and my mother was a missionary's daughter. Her parents moved to Japan when she was a teenager. After they were married and I was about five years old, my mother finally convinced my father to move to Philadelphia. I guess she missed the States very much." Kimi looked to Trevor when she finished. He was still looking at her.

"Does your father miss Japan?" Trevor was genuinely concerned.

"He never says if he does or not. Although, he has taught me a good amount of the Japanese language, and he always tells me stories of how different Japan is from America. He is also displeased with how most Americans treat their elders. When he first arrived here, he was appalled." Trevor nodded.

"Did he know any English when he came here?"

"My mother began teaching him when they met. That's how they came to like each other so much. So the answer is yes."

"One last question, then we can go to the apartment. Did your parents continue in the faith your grandparents started?" He looked at her intently.

"Yes. I may be assuming things, but I'm a Christian, too." Trevor's whole face broke into a smile at Kimi's comment.

"I'm glad to hear that. I like what I know about you so far, and we could not get much farther if you were not Christian." He rose from his seat. "Come on. My friends will be waiting." Kimi was glad to accept his suggestion. She could not wait to see what the Lord had in store for her with this boy and his friends.

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