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It's you and me against the world
That's what you said, that's what you said
If you can't be honest with me then I'm afraid this is the end
Hurry up, hurry up
If you ever really cared about me, tell the truth
Give it up, you're still guilty
'Cause you're stuttering
Yeah, you're stuttering
Yeah, you're stuttering
"Come on, Kyo-chan, come play with me!" Aiko giggled while tugging on Kyoya's arm, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster.
"Oh, alright," sighed the boy as he put away his little black notebook.
"Really? YAY! Thank you, Kyo-chan!" exclaimed the girl. Kyoya couldn't help but smile at her antics. Although she was 7, you could easily mistake her for a 4-year old. The two played around and laughed.
Aiko's POV
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Ugh, I hate mornings," I grumbled and practically dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, my coffee colored hair could only be described as a bird's nest and my light brown eyes glassy.
I hopped in the shower and took a quick bath, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Ohayou gozaimasu, okaa-san! [Good morning, mom!]" I called out with a smile and sat down. I ate my breakfast while listening to my mom make her usual early morning phone calls to my dad. You see, my family is originally from Japan, but when I was 7, my mom and I moved to America. My mom and I moved to America not for the reason you're thinking of, but because my mom thought it would be a good experience.
On the other hand, my father stayed in Japan because he had to take care of our family's business. My father, Kazuki Daisuke, is the president of the Kazuki Corp.
Kazuki Corp. isn't medical related or anything along those lines, it is actually a business associated with music. We're well known around the world for the instruments we make and also for our recording company.
As you have probably figured out by now, I am one of those "damn, rich kids" although I am not spoiled or bratty. I guess coming to America and living a simple life was a pretty good choice.
I looked at my phone and noticed the time.
'7:45? Oh crap! I'm gonna be late!' I thought, panicking. Muttering to myself, I grabbed my bag, told my mom bye, and ran out of the house to my bus stop. Thankfully, the bus had barely arrived. I climbed aboard and looked for my friend, Alexys. I spotted her and went to sit next to her. She looked up and smiled at me, her black hair getting in the way of her sparkling icy blue eyes. Alexys was probably only 5'2" and weighed around 105, but don't judge her by her appearance because the girl could pack a punch when needed. She was also intelligent, funny, down-to-earth, caring, loyal, and at times, crazy, but she's my best friend.
"What's up?" she asked, her voice cheery with an undertone of sadness.
"Not much, you?" I answered. She only shrugged and went back to looking out the window. I sighed, she's been like this since I told her I was moving back to Japan in a couple days.
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked, desperately wanting her to forgive me. After all, that's not how I wanted my last days in America to go.
"No, I'm not mad at you. It's just…I'm sorry, but it's hard to accept the fact that my best friend since I was 7 is moving in a matter of days…" she smiled a sad smile.
"I know, but I promise, once I get used to living there again and make some friends, I'll buy you a first class ticket and you'll be able to fly to Japan and then we'll do all sorts of things!" I said, trying to cheer her up even the slightest bit.
"Ok, I'll take you up on that. Now, enough with the depressing, do you think you'll meet someone special there?" she grinned at me. I could only blush and answer, "I-i-i don't kn-know! Why would you ask that kind of question?"
"Are you still thinking about that prince charming of yours? What was his name? Oh, that's right, Kyoya?" she smirked as I, once again turned a lovely shade of pink.
"Ugh, why must you bring him up on a daily basis?"
"Because I wanna know more about you and him!"
"NANI? [WHAT?]" I yelled out, "there is no Kyoya and me. After I left, I've lost contact with him…" I answered, looking down. I wonder how he's doing now. I wonder what he looks like? Am I still taller than him, probably not.
With all kinds of questions running through my mind, I didn't even notice that we were at school already.
