Whoo-hoo! A RaiKim story. Okay, so here the weirdo irony okay? I could not think for the life of me any stories on RaiKim, so I resorted to my other favorite Paralai coupling. I love that story by the way. Anyways, back to the irony. I was in the midst of the Evanescence concert I saw, (Amy Lee was Amazing) and as she was singing Lithium ideas popped into my head. 3 of them. Her beautiful, heartfelt lyrics really got to me. So now I have three stories to work on, here the first one. It's when Kimiko gets trapped into an arranged marriage to ours truly. Oh, this is the 21st century by the way. Apparently arranged marriages still happen in Japan.

Kimiko's POV

I sat on my stool next to my baby grand, sweeping my fingers across the keys, pouring emotion into the music, letting the beautiful sound rise and fill the empty mansion, listening as it echoed throughout the halls. I let my fingers stop, and hearing the all-knowing silence of the house, I began to wonder. I was in this huge mansion alone, for the exception of the butlers and maids, but even then I was alone. In my own world. I was about to press my fingers to the key again, when I heard the front door shut. The butlers and maids never left the house. I stood up, and walked to the front door, and saw someone putting bags on the floor, the person looked up and I saw my father.

"Pappy?" I asked, astonished.

"Kimiko, I have wonderful news," he said after hugging me.

"Hold on, wait a sec, why are you home? I though you were doing business in Rio?"

"I was, and guess what? I met the most charming young man. I think you'll be able to marry him."

The smile fell from my face. "What!"

His name is Raimundo Pedrosa. His family is very rich."

"But Dad, I've never met him. How could I marry him?"

"Kimiko... He's very nice and he's only a year older than you, at 22."

"But I don't love him," I said, tears in my eyes. I want to pick my own husband someone I know I love!"

"Kimik-"

"You only like him because he rich," I said with disgust.

"Kimiko, please, try to have an open mind."

"An 'open mind'? I know you and mom weren't in arranged marriage."

"Kimiko, I'm sorry, but, his family thinks this match-up is a good idea too."

"I don't care."

"Kimiko, I love you and I only want what's best for you."

"Yeah, right. If you loved me, you'd let me marry who I choose."

"You know I love you, but your marrying him, you'll be happy I promise."

"Like that mean's anything." I retorted.

"Please Kimiko, I'm getting old. I would like to have grandchildren. I would like to live to see you happy. I want to be able to walk you down the aisle."

I softened at that. My dad really did want to see me happy. He really did love me. He just wanted what was best for me. Despite the part of me that wanted to just leave, I knew I couldn't do that to my dad. It would break his heart. "Okay Dad, I'll marry him."

"Thanks you so much Kimiko. You may go pack now if you want. The movers can bring the more valuable things."

"Okay Dad," I said, trying to hide the overwhelming sadness that was hanging over me.

Private Jet En Route to Rio De Janeiro

"Kimiko, I really appreciate this."

"It's okay Dad." It was kind of like my duty to my dad.

"One more thing. Your getting married...next week." He said.

"WHAT!"

"Well, it just so happens Raimundo's grandfather is on is deathbed..."

"OH MY GOSH!"

"Please."

I sighed. "Whatever." I put my iPOD buds in my ears and leaned back in the chair. "Just wake me when we get there."

RIO DE JANEIRO

I walked off the plane. I wasn't looking forward to meeting Raimundo Pedrosa. And I definitely wasn't looking forward to marrying him in 7 days. I wasn't looking froward to a loveless marriage. I wasn't looking forward to... I stop thinking, when my dad steered me over to a man with brunette spiky hair.

"Kimiko, this is Raimundo."

My eyes widened underneath my sunglasses. Maybe I could look forward to this.

"Hi Kimiko," he said in a light Portugese accent. (They speak Portugese in Brazil)

"H-Hi," I said, shell-shocked.

"Its really nice to finally meet you."

"Right," I said, trying to appear indifferent.

He brushed off my remark and led me out of the airport.

This was going to be a long day.

Okay, how was that. Another great story right? No, I'm not modest like that. Hehe. I promise you'll love this story even more as it progresses. This is, by the way, the first time I'm writing to separate stories at once. This one. Arranged...Love? And You Make Me Different. So, hopefully I won't mix the ideas from the stories together... Note the word hope.

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