Part Two

Well, you guys asked for it here and I agree I hope you will enjoy Part Two just as much as you did Part One.

Note: I have manipulated some events to fit better with this story, please allow a little understanding to this.

Chapter One - Distance

Kyoko Takarada was nearly eight years old, only a couple more months until it would be her birthday. Her life had changed ever since she had met that wonderful fairy prince in the Kyoto woods. It was because of Corn that she was here with a family, a brother (and surprisingly to everyone a future sister in law), a father who cared about her and though he sometimes acted eccentric, prided himself on his relationship to her, and a happy home.

Money was nice because she was never without anything that she showed an interest in, but money didn't mean as much as love meant and it was Corn who had first given her that love. That was why she had been so excited to answer every text and email from him…until a couple of months ago.

She didn't know what was happening over in America and she had received posted mail with small gifts in it and words about how he hoped she was happy, but he never spoke about himself anymore. The fact that he was never available and that he hadn't written to her made her extremely nervous.

She sighed before looking on the computer again at the last message he had sent to her.

Kyoko,

I hope you're doing well. It sounds that school is going well and that you have some friends. I have always wanted that happy life for you. I hope that the art project goes well, you're always really creative. I'd love to see a picture of it when it's done. Glad you're doing alright – Kuon.

Kyoko had sent him a photograph of the art piece she had made, she loved working with natural materials such as leaves or twigs and she had even taught herself how to weave. Her new father always admired her "folk-style art" and had displayed it in his office. He had sent her back a thumbs up picture but nothing else. She clicked onto the message before that.

Kyoko,

It's alright to be sad now and again. I am glad that you've decided to keep fighting, you have a lot of guts so that's a good thing. You know, you can talk to me if you want to get it out, but it sounds like things are going well with you and your family. It sounds as if you really had an amazing summer, Kyoko. It's nice to hear how you are happy – Kuon.

Kyoko scrolled through more of them, for most of the year he had had the same message. He hadn't said much about himself and what she had found out were from his parents or her father. She closed her eyes and looked at the last message that she had sent, another one that had not been replied to and looked through it.

Kuon,

Is everything okay? Father says that you're probably not responding because you're busy. You haven't been hurt again, right? It's okay for you to talk about yourself too. Thank you for being my friend. – Your friend, Kyoko.

Kyoko sighed, maybe it was because she was now seven and Kuon was eleven and nearly twelve. That was most likely it. When you were eleven you went to a different school in America and the rules were different. She didn't want to think that it was because he didn't want to be her friend anymore and that she was immature.

She closed her eyes before remembering what her father had said to her. He had told her to ask for anything that she wanted and she knew what she really did want. She took a deep breath in before walking to her father's home office and knocked on the door peeking around the door.

"Hi, Kyoko" Lory smiled as he stood up and walked over to her, "Are you on an adventure today?"

"Father," Kyoko said, having become used to calling him that, "I know what I'd like for my birthday," she said as he grinned widely. "I'd like to go to America and celebrate it with the Hizuri family. I'd be fine travelling alone."

Lory looked at her before nodding, "As sad as that makes me that I won't celebrate it with you, I'll get one of my best bodyguards to protect you," he said. "You want to see Kuon again, don't you?" he asked as Kyoko nodded excitedly.

…..

…..

As Kuon walked into the house, he looked around and noticed that both of the cars were gone. Typical. He took another breath in before seeing the housekeeper there and smiled at her, "Hello, Dominika," he smiled to her as the Russian woman nodded. "Is there anything that I can help with today?" he said as Dominika shook her head.

"No, Little Hizuri," she smiled to him and Kuon looked down. Despite her attempts to master the English language, she was only improving very slowly and Kuon immediately switched to Russian.

"Мама и папа все еще работают?" (Are Mom and Dad still working?) Kuon asked as Dominika smiled at him and how respectful he was. He was far too mature for an eleven-year-old boy. Kids his age usually ran around and made messes, Kuon was like a small version of an adult.

"Да. Твоя мать была так возбуждена сегодня вечером для показа мод. Ваш папа получил еще одну награду. Она хочет удивить его." (Yes. Your mother was so excited tonight for a fashion show. Your dad received another reward. She wants to surprise him.) Dominika smiled and Kuon nodded. He knew what that meant. It meant that his mother was focusing on his father and his father was trying his best to not let down his colleagues and the producers.

Kuon grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and gestured to his bag, "Я сделаю домашнее задание. Сегодня я хорошо с закуской" (I'll do my homework. Today I'm fine with the snack.) Kuon gestured to the apple that he was holding and Dominika laughed and nodded in understanding.

"Надеюсь, ты хорошо поел сегодня!" (I hope you ate well today) she called after him with a smile. Kuon nodded as he took his bag to his room which, once his doctor had given them the okay, had been moved back up to the second floor.

He looked at the apple and set it down. Chances were that this apple, just like the other food that he had looked at, wasn't going to be consumed. He sat down on the bed, allowing his feet to rest upon the floor and smiled sadly. If he could just get a little bit better at acting then maybe he wouldn't have lost this job. Then again, they had expected him to be as good as his father and then become disappointed that he was still learning.

He was eleven! He couldn't match up to the skills of the award winning Kuu Hizuri. At least they should cut him some slack. Then there were all those comments that he looked too Japanese in his features which would be good if it wasn't for the color of his hair and eyes so he was unusable because he looked too American but he also looked too Japanese.

He closed his eyes and took steady breaths before falling back onto the bed.

Everyone had been expecting that after he had regained the use of his body, it was all going to get easier for him. They had fought that since he had defeated one hurdle, that he would keep on doing it, but life didn't work like that. Then there were all the taunts about how his body didn't move properly and that his parents were trying to get attention by treating a disabled child.

Nothing was worse than the loneliness. If his parents had been at home then maybe at this point he would be behaving like a little boy and crying into his mother's arms and asking her for help. No, he had to make sure that nobody discovered the problems that he was having. If he just kept trying, kept hoping then there was a chance that magic would happen.

Then there was Kyoko. He couldn't keep sending her stickers with different Disney princesses on and lame notes like 'I hope you're happy' or 'Keep going' just so that he didn't have to answer her questions. He didn't want to spread this unhappiness to her. She deserved so much better than his misery, she deserved so much better than him.

Hopefully there would come a time when he was only a distant memory to her and he could slip into the darkness. Maybe he was too young to really think this way about the world.

End Chapter One

AN: I know that chapter was short but the next one will be longer. Thank you to everyone who supports and reads this story. All follows/favorites/hits/reviews mean a lot to me. Thank you reviewers of the final chapter of Part One: Angeline134, AppleSlices813, Brennakai, Cheshire2313, DreamIdol, Erza, Guest (2), Guineapigs1, JazminSS, Kat, Kris, Ktoll9, Mainaru974, melime14, meowmeter, Michiyo, My Solitude, pearlynlsw, sunshinehat, Tabbykatroses, talim258, The Real Jackie-O, uselessname, zeynel,