Kimiko: I hope you like this. I'm not sure if it's too good...the idea kinda popped up in my head one day.

Let's Go To Japan!

The first thing Isaac Dian saw when he got off the subway was a movie poster advertising something that apparently took place in feudal Japan. He pointed at it so Miria could see.

"Miria! Look at that poster!"

"Oh, I see it! It looks cool! I wish we were there, Isaac!"

A bright idea suddenly came to Isaac.

"Hey Miria, let's go to Japan! We can be samurai and fight against the evil ninja warlords. It'll be easy! There are plenty of travel agents who help people do that, you know! We'll go there and blend right in as soon as we have Japan, uh, Japan-ian clothes."

Miria looked closely at the picture. "But you know Isaac, these people don't really look like us. What'll we do if the evil ninjas find out we're not Japan-ians?"

Isaac could see her point. "Oh, Mira, you're right. Hmm…" he tapped his chin thoughtfully, not realizing that he was standing in the way of the subway door. Other people tried to politely move around him as he stood there, oblivious to everything outside his own little world. "Ah! I've got it, my dear! We'll get hats to hide our hair so we don't seem like foreign people!"

"Oh! I see, Isaac! That's so smart of you!"

"Yes, these things just seem to come to me!"

The next day,

"Now mister, we'd like to go to Japan. Help us get there!"

"Yes, please help us!"

"Yes, sir. Of course, that's what this agency is here for." The travel agent looked over the couple that came into his office. The man was dressed in a hakama with a [hopefully fake] broadsword attacked to his waist and had a large sombrero on his head. The woman was wearing a brightly colored kimono and had on a jester hat. Each was carrying two suitcases, one slim, the other larger. He blinked at their apparel before remembering to take them seriously, as they were customers.

"Where in Japan would you like to travel?" He asked politely.

"Why, all over!"

"Yes, all over the country!"

"Okay," the travel agent said, writing this down. "So you'd like a tour of the country. How long do you want to spend on your vacation?"

"Well, at least until we've defeated the ninja warlords!"

"As long as it takes. Oh, but after that, we can have fun doing other things!"

"Yeah, like making fireworks that look like us!"

"Or maybe catching bugs and sushi-fish!"

The travel agent paused. Normally, he would question the customer's sanity at answers like these, but when the two came in, the receptionist told him that they had a lot of money—cash!—in the suitcase that they brought and they should get whatever they wanted.

"So, you're um, undecided on the period of time. But you would like to spend your time on a vacation that is left for you to plan as you go. Well, that's all right. So next is," he paused. Maybe it would be best to fly by all the paperwork and just give them the agency's number for when they wanted to return. He got the feeling that these two wouldn't know when to leave. It would be best to get them the closest thing to citizenry so they wouldn't get in trouble for staying too long.

"That is, I'll have the company jet take you there as soon as possible. There are just a few things to sign and then you can leave for Japan. We'll see you to Tokyo first. Is that okay with you, Mr. and Mrs.?"

"Oh, I'm Isaac Dian."

"I'm Miria Harvent."

"And that's perfectly fine with us!"

"We'll sign whatever you need!"

The travel agent nodded and left them quickly, to get the papers he needed. As he left, he could hear them talking more about jets and warlords.

He shook his head. Some rich people were just strange. He supposed the money made them that way.

Though, if they were rich, why didn't they have their own travel agent?

Kimiko: Please review and tell me what you think! (^^)b