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Aiko's POV

We exited the plane and went to pick up our baggage from the baggage claim area and walked out into the lobby. I called Dad.

"Moshi-moshi, Otou-san [Hello, Dad/Father]," I said, happily, "You said you sent someone here to pick us up? Yes, but we can't find the- Never mind! I found him, I found our...chauffeur? Dad, I told you already, you should have just sent a van instead of a freaking limo!" I told Dad, amused. "Ugh, alright, alright, ALRIGHT! No, stop pouting. A 40-something year old man should not be pouting! No, Dad, I don't hate you! Goodbye!" I hung up, laughing, to avoid any further pouting, and/or complaints. Mom raised an eyebrow, with a smile, at our conversation. "Mom, sometimes I wonder how you and Dad get along so well," I told her. She just laughed. Pfft! She thought I was kidding, because I really wasn't, sometimes I really do wonder. But, I suppose that that's how life is at times, it's quite funny really, the relationship my parents have; it's quite contradictory. My mother was calmer, level-headed, and serious (at times), and just a tad bit sophisticated but definitely not a stick in the mud! My father, on the other hand, was easy-going, easy to convince, energetic, indecisive, but quick to make up his mind, and a bit bipolar. So, in short, he's a lovable goofball.

We walked towards the limo driver holding a sign with our names on it. "Mrs. Sakura Kazuki, Miss Aiko Kazuki?" he asked and I smiled, nodding, "My name is Kon and I will your chauffeur from here on out." he stated and smiled politely. Kon was about 5-foot-9-inches, dark haired, and had very dark brown eyes. He was handsome, yes, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was married. He seemed like a nice enough man, so if he was married, then his wife is very lucky. He made a move to open the door for us and I saw his wedding band, like I said, his wife is very lucky. There aren't as many decent guys around as there were before.

"Oh, you don't have to do that!" I was quick to say. He seemed taken aback.

"Nonsense, I was hired to do these kinds of things for you and your mother, young miss," He still smiled politely.

"O-oh, ok," I smiled sheepishly. He simply nodded at me. He opened the door and mother and I stepped into the limo and he closed the door. I watched closely as Kon put our luggage in the back. I was rich, yes. Hell, I'm damn filthy rich, I could easily put the wealthiest man in the United States to shame, but I wasn't used to these kinds of things. I wasn't used to having people serve me. Anyways, the last I remember being served was when I was 7 years old, I'm 16 now, so it's been years since then. Everything's so unusual and new to me right now. I felt like such a tourist!

Half of me wanted to just jump out of this limo and kiss the ground that I've missed so much and look around by foot, but then, half of me wanted to restrain said side and play it off so as not to soil our family's good name. I bit my lip and looked out the window with my hands on either side of my face with a longing look in my eyes. I felt my mom's hand on my shoulder and heard her say, "Later. We'll look around later, promise." I said ok but still pouted. She snorted at my childishness.

~3 hours and 45 Minutes Later~

I was wide awake and even more excited to look around than ever before. While my mom slept, I kept looking around Japan as we passed by. All the while, Kon was watching me with an amused look on his face, he started telling me all these amazing facts and pointed out all the places we passed by, and I just sat there, amazed, yeah, that's how geeky I can be. Every once in a while though, he would spout this totally random and false facts and information about a place and, being the noob I am, fell for it.

"I apologize for interrupting your train of thought, young miss, but do you mind waking up Mrs. Kazuki, we are almost at our destination," he stated as politely as ever.

"Alright, sir, will do, but please do me one thing," I started and looked at the mirror and saw him momentarily look at me, letting me know he was listening, "Please, just call me Aiko."

"As you wish, mi- I mean Aiko, as long as you call me Kon, and not sir. I feel much, much older when people call me sir," he said. I laughed at this and agreed to call him by his name.

As if on cue, Mother woke up just as we pulled up to our mansion. To say I was shocked at the forgotten largeness of this place was a complete and total understatement. I stood there, mouth wide open, practically touching the ground, and my eyes wide. I heard my mother's laughter. She knew I had forgotten the place and she dared mock me! Thank you, mother!

The beautifully and intricately carved wooden double doors with golden door knobs and handles suddenly opened revealing my Father in all his fatherly glory: hair unkempt, 5 o'clock shadow, and of course, pajamas. Although, the fact that it was 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday could've explained his current appearance.

"My darling daughter, my most splendidly beautiful wife," he yelled with arms spread, standing at the top of the steps leading to the door, "Welcome home." I squealed and dropped my bag and ran to my dad's open arms. My eyes watered, for as long as I can remember, I've longed to be back in these warm arms.

"Dad..." I sniffled and looked up at him, "I missed you so much."

"Shhh...Princess, it's ok. You're fine, you're both back and won't be going anywhere anytime soon," he reassured me, still embracing me tightly, one hand on my head and the other on the middle of my back.