Time seemed to move so slowly for the pink haired girl. She had been on the plane for what seemed like years, though in reality it had only been about an hour, maybe two. The girl hadn't even moved from her original position of staring out the window of her plane, though her tears had stopped long before.
Too absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't realize that her plane had landed and people were getting off. Inwardly sighing, she followed suit and walked off the plane and to the terminals. Her eyes looked at each of the bags that were rolling on their own there, looking for her own. After standing there, watching, for what felt like forever, her eyes spotted a familiar pink and black suitcase.
Grabbing it, she walked away from the terminal and her eyes gazed the crowed. Who am I even looking for? Sighing to herself, she looked around some more and debated on walking around. After about five minutes of nonstop watching, she picked up her suitcase and got ready to go. Though, the next thing she saw when she looked up made her decision clear.
There was a man. Though that seemed natural enough, she was in an airport after all, this mad was different. He wore a suit with dark glasses covering his eyes. Any stupid person would think that he worked for the FBI, though it was a little obvious he didn't. That man held a sign. The sign read: Hinamori Amu.
The girl was a little surprised at first and walked up to the man. "Umm...Hello, I am Hinamori Amu. May I ask, why are you holding up a sign that says my name?"
"I have been asked by Tskiyomi-sama to escort a Hinamori Amu-san to his home. Please, follow me." With that being said, Amu followed the man quietly. He didn't seem like much of a talker. Talk about a warm welcome... A sudden noise brought the young girl back to reality as she saw the man put her suitcase in the back of a...limousine? What the...?
The next thing she knew, the man was holding the back door open for her. Hesitant for only a moment, she sat herself down comfortably into the expensive vehicle. Ever so quietly, she looked around to see how nice it is, only-once again-be brought back to reality by the sound of the driver door closing. Can a girl not zone out?
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The time it took to get to their destination didn't take quite as long as the plane ride there, but it sure felt like forever to the girl. Why is it the times I want to get distracted so easily, I can't seem to? Little did the girl actually know, she got distracted with her own thoughts enough that she was already there. Yet again, she was brought back to reality by her door opening.
Looking out from where she was, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the limousine. Her mind was set on just trying to get her suitcase and into the house, that is, until she looked at it.
Unlike her home in Kyoto, this home was, to put it lightly, huge. No, her family wasn't rich, but they weren't poor either. This, this was rich. The house was a nice white color, seemed to be freshly painted. It had black shutters and a dark blue door, just for a splash of color. The grass was well kept, seemingly perfect.
She looked over at her suitcase, which was now out of the vehicle, then looked back at the house. Not to her surprise, an older man stepped out of it and made his way to her. "Amu-chan, welcome! It's been so long since we've seen your face. My, you've gotten taller!" The man said, smiling down at her. "Do you even remember who I am?"
She stood there for a minute. Blue hair, and dark blue eyes to match. He had a welcoming face and a soft smile. Soon, it hit her. "Aruto Tsukiyomi-sama?" Once he nodded, she lost her composure and hugged him. "It's been so long! I've missed you guys!"
He chuckled as the girl's arms wrapped themselves around him and he hugged her back. "It's been a long time Amu-chan, too long." He smiled as he went to get her suitcase, much to her protest. "It's no trouble what so ever if I do this, you are our guest for a while. It's only polite."
Smiling and rolling her eyes, she just nodded. "You've always been so stubborn, Tsukiyomi-sama. Ever sense I can remember." That just caused him to laugh a little as he went to reach for the door handle. If Amu was a second later, he would have beat her to it. Luckily, she opened the door for him and he gave her an amused look. "So that's where they got it."
"Like father like sons I guess. Speaking of, oh boys! Come down, we have a special guest!" With that, Amu thought all hell broke loose.
It didn't even take a minute after he said that before the girl was tackled to the ground with a loud thud. All she could do was laugh, though she was being crushed by the four boys who were on top of her. The only one who didn't seem to laugh, was the older blue haired male. "Boys, calm down and get off the poor girl. You're crushing her." All of the boys whined as they got up.
Amu giggled at them and looked at Aruto. "Shall I take my bag upstairs?"
The older man shook his head and laughed. "Really Amu-chan? No, I'll just have Ikuto bring it down. He hasn't gotten to see you yet anyway." The pink haired girl looked at him confused. "Ikuto! Get your butt down here! I have a surprise for you!"
All the boys looked at her and give her the signal to be quiet as they heard footsteps walking down the stairs. "It better be good Old Man, I was in the middle of a ga-" He stood there awkwardly as he looked down at the girl in front of him. "Well, well, well, it looks like they were telling the truth. Welcome back, Pinkie."
