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Author's note: This story is a TEST-story. Maybe it will be for now, maybe not. Just want to find out what you people think of this and if I should continue it.
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//… // Thoughts of characters.
( … ) My ramblings.
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Today is a bright day. (Just wanna say that. :D ) In one of the very comfortable seats a First class had to offer, sat a rather quiet girl. Tall, with tanned skin, long and black straight hair that ended just under her shoulders, she sat with a calm physique that showed she was pretty much oblivious of the world around her. People would know with one look that this girl had gone through a lot. The way her eyes stared through the window, drinking in the never ending bluish world that existed. At times, those blue eyes seemed so vulnerable, it was a surprise that it held much hidden emotions and secrets.
~Flashback~
A 9 year-old girl sat alone under a tree, her arms hugging her knees close in a playground. Beside her was a man in a suit and was talking into a wireless which he held in his hand. Young blue eyes searched the playground, children her age played around. Swings, see-saws, sand boxes, bicycles, everywhere children seemed to be enjoying themselves. Her gaze rested upon a family of four having a picnic, the parents were laughing when their children tried to tackle each other. A boy and a younger girl.
Immediately, she dropped her gaze from the family just in time to hide her incoming tears. She felt incredibly lonely and she buried her head in her arms. This change was unnoticed by the man beside her and so she continued to sob silently. However, it was noticed by a certain raven haired boy who was holding a basketball. ( Big surprise ?! Not..)
Feeling as if she was being watched, she lifted her head to meet the sparkling blue eyes of a boy standing not far away from her. He was holding a ball which was a little too big for his pudgy hands. He was shorter than most of the boys she saw and that his skin was very pale. Curious and somewhat delighted she would be having a friend after all, she gingerly stood up. She took a step forward ready to make her way towards the boy, but she was yanked back by a large hand which painfully circled her tiny arm. She winced and looked up into the uncaring eyes of her bodyguard. Yes, her bodyguard who will be at her side for the next six years. This was the life of Furuhata Emi.
~End Flashback~
"Please kindly put your seatbelts on, as we will be landing very shortly," came the overly sweet voice.
Brought back from her trip down memory lane, a fifteen-year old Emi stretched her arms and fastened her seatbelt on. She turned her head to the left to find her bodyguard, Nakamura-san reading a newspaper. //Doesn't he get tired of reading the news all the time??// She rolled her eyes and again looked through the window plane. She can see tops of buildings and houses. She sighed and closed her eyes waiting for the plane to land.
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She felt queasy as the plane wobbled a bit before landing on the runway. She gripped the armchair of her seat as she felt the familiar feeling building up within her. // I'm always like this with the landings, how come it never came when they took off??//
Suddenly it came to her, or rather it came out of her. She grabbed a bag which was held readily by Nakamura-san and lost her meal into it. After the embarrassing ordeal, they claimed their baggage and headed for the taxi station.
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Nakamura signaled for a taxi, shortly a taxi came and both of them filed into the taxi. Their bags in the trunk, Nakumura quickly told their destination. Nakamura once again pulled out a newspaper and began reading. One particular column caught his eye.
Billionaire Mr. Furuhata Kenji owns several factories around the world and has a worldwide business. He is the owner of Furuhata Corporation. Recently, it has been rumored that his only daughter, Furuhata Emi is having a vacation in Switzerland. …
//Vacation? Switzerland? Very unlikely since we're in Japan. // Nakamura internally mocked. // Vacation? Maybe...//
~Flashback~
"Nakamura-san, I need you to do something for me," Mr. Furuhata said as he stood up in the very spacious office.
"Anything Kenji,"
"I want you to take Mi-chan to Japan,"
"May I ask why, Kenji?"
"Some of my rival companies threatened me," Mr. Furuhata said with an angry look on his face. " I want you, to take Mi-chan away from America for a few months."
"Kenji, Emi is still in the middle of her studies at …"
"NO exceptions, Nakamura," Mr. Furuhata commanded. "I already assigned her into a school in Kanagawa, and to make it easier, she will be staying with an old friend of mine."
"Old friend?"
"Must you ask me these questions?" Mr. Furuhata asked with an annoyed tone. Him and Nakamura had been friends for a long time now, the day he hired him, Nakamura was cold and distant. Both of them had been through rough times, what with him losing his beloved wife and Nakamura losing his daughter in a car crash. As friendship grew between the two, he had come to find Nakamura as loyal. Not to mention he has his other not very appealing qualities like being nosy.
"Hmmm," Nakamura said raising his eyebrows.
And persuasive.
"You never change Nakamura!" Mr. Furuhata grumbled as he crossed his arms trying to stall.
"I'm still waiting you know," he replied back.
"Fine! She was,"
"She…ahemmm...continue," Nakamura interrupted.
"She was my old girlfriend in university," he hastily added.
"Her name," Nakamura said again this time grinning like an idiot.
"Don't get any ideas! She was married."
"Was,"
"Rukawa Kaoru," Mr. Furuhata continued avoiding Nakamura's invading glances. He has been contacting Kaoru ever since his wife died and both of them agreed to be just friends. "Anyway, I want you to leave Mi-chan there, she will be in safe hands."
Nakamura's expression grew serious when the matter was brought up again. He listened to the instructions Kenji gave him and prepared to pack.
~End Flashback~
Nakamura put down the newspaper and glanced to his right. Emi was again lost in her own world, he wondered why Kenji didn't bother to tell the teen. After all, she is fifteen already. He met Emi when she was 9 years old, he at that time acted cold towards her because she reminded him so much of his daughter he lost not long ago. Time flew and his feelings towards the little girl lightened and made him less cold and distant. He noticed that she tend to be lonely sometimes.
Her childhood wasn't exactly what you called normal. Her father had him follow Emi around, this was of course to protect her from her father's business 'enemies'. The only place she went for fun was the playground, she wasn't exactly enjoying herself. Even he could see that, there's always something missing. His first job was to take her there, it was also the day she left Japan. He ignored the girl when she cried and when he was informed that they were to leave for America immediately, he grabbed her arm roughly. She seemed as if she was finding someone. She practically had no friends at school since most of them were scared off by Nakamura. Emi was your typical Little Miss Perfect minus the bodyguard, people say she got the brains, the looks and definitely the money. Nobody is perfect and everybody has flaws. In this case, Emi had no friends. Her father was always in one corner of the world building business empires or doing mergers, although her father loved her dearly. One thing is clear, her father became a workaholic the day her mother died.
He was snapped out from his thoughts when the taxi skidded to a halt. He gave the driver a brief glance and looked outside. A white 2 story house came into view. It's lawn was freshly cut and flowers decorated the house. It was big. Not huge but big. He paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab. He unload the baggage as Emi carefully stepped out of the taxi. He hadn't really noticed what she was wearing before but now he did. She was wearing a white long sleeved shirt under a blue sleeveless sweater. Black pants weren't tight but the shirt was. He scowled at the idea of boys hanging around her without him being there. Yet.
He wasn't so bad himself, with a black suit and matching black shoes, most women ranging from thirties to forties would swoon at the sight of him. Heck, with sleek black hair and green eyes to die for, not to mention that incredible grin. Sure, women come and go but he wasn't really interested.
He cleared his throat to alarm the once again daydreaming Emi that he was going to ring the bell.
"Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong," the bell went. Nakamura was puzzled because he only rang once.
"KAEDEEEEEEEEE!!!! * ding * GET * dong * IT * ding * WILL * dong * YOU, * ding * HONEY?!? * dong *" a feminine voice shouted. ( * … * background sound. :) )
Emi went beside him leaving their baggage on the lawn. She quirked an eyebrow and tried to stifle her laugh by clamping her hand firmly over her mouth. That of course resulted in snorting sounds. Both of them heard shuffling on the other side of the door, they waited patiently as the now familiar sounds of 'ding dongs' filled the air. After the shuffling ended the door flew open to reveal a rather sleepy looking boy. He has raven hair and pale skin. He was taller than Nakamura and depending on Nakamura's height, the boy was really tall.
"Anything disturbs my sleep, will pay," he mumbled sleepily before his fist slammed into the door bell with a satisfying crush. Nakamura and Emi looked on as a woman in her early thirties came out wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand.
With her other hand, she slapped the back of the boy's head. Immediately the boy glanced down into the very angry eyes of Rukawa Kaoru.
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"That's the fifth one this week!" she screeched. Unaware of the audience beside her. Kaoru stood on her toes and reached out for her son's ear.
She tugged on it and screeched, " What I mean when I say 'KAEDEEEEEE!!!! GET THE DOOR WILL YOU, HONEEEEEEY?!?'" emphasizing the word 'honey' carefully and LOUDLY. "Is open the DOOR to find out who it is! Not smash the FIFTH door bell I had installed YESTERDAY to bits!"
Kaoru let go of his ear and went to inspect the door bell. She kneeled down to inspect the bits on the floor hoping to salvage the remains. Fingering a broken chip she noticed a shadow on the floor. She turned around to find an amused man and a teenage girl. The teenage girl was oddly red and when she saw the confused expression on Kaoru's face she couldn't help anymore. She burst out laughing so hard that tears of mirth came from her eyes. The man however was a different story, he was just grinning. ( Yes, like an idiot. ;D) He looked like he was in his mid thirties.
"Rukawa Kaoru I presume," he said coolly as he extended his hands towards the Kaoru. Kaoru shook the hand hesitantly.
"Yes, this is uh-my son, Rukawa Kaede," she found the raven haired boy leaning against the door frame, eyes closed and slightly drooling. //Honestly, that boy is gonna be the death of me!// A vein popped on her forehead as she raised her hand and threw the spatula towards the boy. As if on instinct Rukawa's hand caught the spatula and hugged it, slumber still undisturbed.
"I can see that," Nakamura chuckled softly.
"I'm sure you've heard from Kenji," he began. "I'm Nakamura Eiji and this is Furuhata Emi," he gestured towards the red-faced girl who stopped laughing a while ago. The girl immediately straightened her posture, smoothened her hair and gave the woman a sweet smile of her own.
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Author's notes: Well, what do u think people?? Want me to end it? Continue it? It depends on your views. Yes, I'm doing this for my own selfish reasons…heheh… oh well…it's such a short chapter… but I'll tell you one thing…come here…come on…next chapter wouldn't be out for a long time. Tests are coming but I'll be writing just not posting it, okay? Hey, what am I saying this for…does the words TEST-Story mean nothing to me?!? Maybe a little, but I like the way the fic is going, maybe it won't be a TEST-Story after all…*salutes*
~Ja~