As with my other YYH fic, this was just written on a whim, even though I know I've undertaken far too many projects. But it just wouldn't leave me alooooooone! *whine whine*
Anywho, it's a story about a girl, Minako Jones, who's parents - a British father and a Japanese mother - get divorced. Minako's mother gets full custody of the children, sixteen-year-old Hiroyuki, fifteen-year-old Minako, and seven-year-old Sammi. Abruptly, she decides to move them all back to Japan, where they had lived until Minako was four. Of course, Minako is very unhappy about this, so she begins to keep 'memoirs'. At the end of the chapter, as you'll see, she finds out that she is to go to Meiou High next year, the same place as Kurama, which is where Yu Yu Hakusho figures into this
. Not sure if it'll be romance or not, depends on where exactly it goes.
Disclaimer: Me? Own YYH? Er…you ARE kidding, aren’t you? Kidding or insane? Yes, of course.
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June 7th
7:30 AM
Airplane
Well that’s it then. My life has officially gone down the loo. Why, you ask? Well, here’s the gist of it in four simple statements:
1. My mother has decided to move my older brother, my younger sister, and me to Japan because she wants us to ‘get in touch with our roots’. Psh. Liar.
2. My parents have just divorced because good ol’ dad went and cheated on mum with a secretary at his company called ‘Emmaline’, which so thoroughly like something out of a sappy daytime drama that I don’t want to think about it anymore.
3. I know about as much Japanese as a Japanese two-year-old.
4. Until we get enough pounds…no, wait… ‘Yen’ to buy a house of our own, we have to live with mum’s deranged cousins that have a son two years older than me who gave me very, very WRONG looks when they visited us in merry old England (How I miss ye already!) last year.
Oh joy, my seven-year-old sister, Sammi, just informed me – in Japanese – that she has to go to the bathroom. Of course, I didn’t know that was what she said until mum told me. Now she’s getting very shirty with me for not studying up on ‘Nihongo’ like I’m supposed to. Honestly, just because I don’t care to learn the language of my new prison, that makes me ‘uncooperative’ and ‘difficult’?
Wonderful, she’s attracting the stares of our curious fellow passengers.
I may just die before we arrive.
That’d be nice.
***
June 7th
10:00 AM
Some Airport in Japan
Kill me now. People around me babbling in Japo-speak, no hint of English anywhere…AGH! Dear Lord, what did I do to make you hate me so?! WHAT?! I was a (fairly) good daughter, a good student, a good friend, and a fantabulous person overall, if I do say so myself.
My opinion is NOT biased in any way, let me assure you.
Right.
Well, anyway, we’re here in the terminal waiting for our luggage, being surrounded by twenty bazillion black-haired, brown-eyed short people! And they say that there’s never been a successful human cloning attempt…
Wait.
Have come to the realization that MUM is, in fact, a black-haired, brown-eyed short person.
Wow.
Not me, though. I am black-haired and short, but I have BLUE eyes! Take that, clones! HA!
Er…yeah. Disregard that last part, please. I had to drown my sorrows in caffeine on the plane ride, and obviously cannot be expected to think normally under such an influence.
Hold on, my brother, Hiroyuki, is coming over.
***
June 7th
10:05 AM
Same Airport
Stupid older brothers. Nosy, loud, annoying…does he have ANY redeeming qualities? I think not. Why are people like him allowed to live? Why does no one have the sense to squash them as they’d squash something equally purposeless, say, a mosquito?
***
June 7th
10:10 AM
Still the Same Airport
Is this just ‘Be An Overbearing, Nosy Prat’ day or something? Mum saw what I wrote in the last entry, and began admonishing me about what I said about Hiroyuki. There is just NO privacy anymore! And sympathy is definitely gone. You’d think she’d feel just a teensy bit bad about uprooting her fifteen-year-old daughter from all that she knew to go to Sushi A-Go-Go Land, but NO!
Ah, here’s the luggage. Not a moment too soon either – I need to punch a pillow or something.
***
June 8th
9:00 AM
Some Obscure Motel of Japo-speaking
Fortunately for me, we couldn’t get to mum’s cousins’ house yesterday – bad weather. One more day to prepare for my sick relative. I think his name is Susumu. Or something. Oh well, who really gives a flip?
***
June 8th
9:02 AM
Same Motel
Apparently mum does.
And his name really IS Susumu. It means ‘advancement’. Oh, he makes ‘advancements’ all right, but not the kind she’s thinking of.
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June 8th
11:00 PM
Mum’s Cousins’ House
What a day! We reached the cousins’ house about 1:00 PM, and were, greeted at the door by Susumu’s darling thirteen-year-old sister, Leiko.
Brat.
She greeted mum in, what I’m assuming, was very polite, lovely Japo-speak, because mum simply beamed. Then she turned to me.
“Minako-chan desu ka?” she asked.
I had no effing clue how to respond to this, but I just settled for a nice, safe “Hai”, which I know for a fact means ‘yes’. Unfortunately, I must have looked clueless or something, because mum turned to Leiko and the two of them nattered in Japo-speak for a moment, and Leiko faced me again.
“You do not…speak much Japanese?” she said, apparently struggling with her English.
“Er…no, I don’t,” I said, turning a bit red, much to my dislike.
“I see…” she waited until mum had gone inside, then took me by my cardigan, and whispered quite malevolently, “You not so big, are you? Do not take over my house! You nothing more than a…a…parasite while you here! Understand, Gaijin?”
Frightened by this little girl’s physical strength, and probable ability to smack me into next week, I just nodded and smiled.
I still don’t know what a ‘Gaijin’ is.
***
June 9th
2:00 AM
Cousins’ House
Mum had a go at me for staying up too late to write in my ‘hateful journal’. It is NOT a journal! These are MEMOIRS, and one day they will be PUBLISHED! Then you’ll be sorry!
I want so badly to say that to her face.
Continuing on with what happened earlier…
Well, after Leiko the Evil Child of Darkness released me, I walked right into none other than our favorite practitioner of incest, Susumu! And guess what? He just ‘happened’ to be walking with his hands in front of him, and they just ‘happened’ to touch my basoomers.
Amazingly coincidental, don’t you agree?
I wanted to scream “SEXUAL HARASSMENT!”, but I bit my lip, because no doubt mum would never believe the word of her reliable daughter. No, she’d believe the 1st cousin once removed who she’s only meeting for the second time.
Of course. Doesn’t that make sense to you? I thought so.
Right. After this disturbing incident (which entirely assured me that nothing too pleasant was to come in my future encounters with Susumu), mum’s cousin and her husband came in, and were smiling at me a bit too exaggeratedly to be believable.
Oh well, they’re better than their kids, at least. Not that that’s hard.
Sammi and I were shown the room in which we’d be staying. Cramped, but it’s better than having to share a room with Leiko, which apparently would have happened if they hadn’t decided to knock down a wall and add another room last fall.
Thank God for that particular event.
Hiroyuki has to stay in the same room as Susumu! HA!
***
June 9th
7:45 AM
Cousins’ House
SO TIRED.
Mum dragged me up because apparently she has arranged for me to get a tour around my new school today. I won’t actually *go* until the beginning of the next school year, of course, because that would just be pointless. However, she seems to think that I’m going to remember everything I learn today for some reason.
Parents can be terribly irrational.
Anyway, the place is called ‘Meiou’, I think. It’s apparently VERY prestigious.
And she thinks I care because…?
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Anywho, it's a story about a girl, Minako Jones, who's parents - a British father and a Japanese mother - get divorced. Minako's mother gets full custody of the children, sixteen-year-old Hiroyuki, fifteen-year-old Minako, and seven-year-old Sammi. Abruptly, she decides to move them all back to Japan, where they had lived until Minako was four. Of course, Minako is very unhappy about this, so she begins to keep 'memoirs'. At the end of the chapter, as you'll see, she finds out that she is to go to Meiou High next year, the same place as Kurama, which is where Yu Yu Hakusho figures into this
. Not sure if it'll be romance or not, depends on where exactly it goes.Disclaimer: Me? Own YYH? Er…you ARE kidding, aren’t you? Kidding or insane? Yes, of course.
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June 7th
7:30 AM
Airplane
Well that’s it then. My life has officially gone down the loo. Why, you ask? Well, here’s the gist of it in four simple statements:
1. My mother has decided to move my older brother, my younger sister, and me to Japan because she wants us to ‘get in touch with our roots’. Psh. Liar.
2. My parents have just divorced because good ol’ dad went and cheated on mum with a secretary at his company called ‘Emmaline’, which so thoroughly like something out of a sappy daytime drama that I don’t want to think about it anymore.
3. I know about as much Japanese as a Japanese two-year-old.
4. Until we get enough pounds…no, wait… ‘Yen’ to buy a house of our own, we have to live with mum’s deranged cousins that have a son two years older than me who gave me very, very WRONG looks when they visited us in merry old England (How I miss ye already!) last year.
Oh joy, my seven-year-old sister, Sammi, just informed me – in Japanese – that she has to go to the bathroom. Of course, I didn’t know that was what she said until mum told me. Now she’s getting very shirty with me for not studying up on ‘Nihongo’ like I’m supposed to. Honestly, just because I don’t care to learn the language of my new prison, that makes me ‘uncooperative’ and ‘difficult’?
Wonderful, she’s attracting the stares of our curious fellow passengers.
I may just die before we arrive.
That’d be nice.
***
June 7th
10:00 AM
Some Airport in Japan
Kill me now. People around me babbling in Japo-speak, no hint of English anywhere…AGH! Dear Lord, what did I do to make you hate me so?! WHAT?! I was a (fairly) good daughter, a good student, a good friend, and a fantabulous person overall, if I do say so myself.
My opinion is NOT biased in any way, let me assure you.
Right.
Well, anyway, we’re here in the terminal waiting for our luggage, being surrounded by twenty bazillion black-haired, brown-eyed short people! And they say that there’s never been a successful human cloning attempt…
Wait.
Have come to the realization that MUM is, in fact, a black-haired, brown-eyed short person.
Wow.
Not me, though. I am black-haired and short, but I have BLUE eyes! Take that, clones! HA!
Er…yeah. Disregard that last part, please. I had to drown my sorrows in caffeine on the plane ride, and obviously cannot be expected to think normally under such an influence.
Hold on, my brother, Hiroyuki, is coming over.
***
June 7th
10:05 AM
Same Airport
Stupid older brothers. Nosy, loud, annoying…does he have ANY redeeming qualities? I think not. Why are people like him allowed to live? Why does no one have the sense to squash them as they’d squash something equally purposeless, say, a mosquito?
***
June 7th
10:10 AM
Still the Same Airport
Is this just ‘Be An Overbearing, Nosy Prat’ day or something? Mum saw what I wrote in the last entry, and began admonishing me about what I said about Hiroyuki. There is just NO privacy anymore! And sympathy is definitely gone. You’d think she’d feel just a teensy bit bad about uprooting her fifteen-year-old daughter from all that she knew to go to Sushi A-Go-Go Land, but NO!
Ah, here’s the luggage. Not a moment too soon either – I need to punch a pillow or something.
***
June 8th
9:00 AM
Some Obscure Motel of Japo-speaking
Fortunately for me, we couldn’t get to mum’s cousins’ house yesterday – bad weather. One more day to prepare for my sick relative. I think his name is Susumu. Or something. Oh well, who really gives a flip?
***
June 8th
9:02 AM
Same Motel
Apparently mum does.
And his name really IS Susumu. It means ‘advancement’. Oh, he makes ‘advancements’ all right, but not the kind she’s thinking of.
***
June 8th
11:00 PM
Mum’s Cousins’ House
What a day! We reached the cousins’ house about 1:00 PM, and were, greeted at the door by Susumu’s darling thirteen-year-old sister, Leiko.
Brat.
She greeted mum in, what I’m assuming, was very polite, lovely Japo-speak, because mum simply beamed. Then she turned to me.
“Minako-chan desu ka?” she asked.
I had no effing clue how to respond to this, but I just settled for a nice, safe “Hai”, which I know for a fact means ‘yes’. Unfortunately, I must have looked clueless or something, because mum turned to Leiko and the two of them nattered in Japo-speak for a moment, and Leiko faced me again.
“You do not…speak much Japanese?” she said, apparently struggling with her English.
“Er…no, I don’t,” I said, turning a bit red, much to my dislike.
“I see…” she waited until mum had gone inside, then took me by my cardigan, and whispered quite malevolently, “You not so big, are you? Do not take over my house! You nothing more than a…a…parasite while you here! Understand, Gaijin?”
Frightened by this little girl’s physical strength, and probable ability to smack me into next week, I just nodded and smiled.
I still don’t know what a ‘Gaijin’ is.
***
June 9th
2:00 AM
Cousins’ House
Mum had a go at me for staying up too late to write in my ‘hateful journal’. It is NOT a journal! These are MEMOIRS, and one day they will be PUBLISHED! Then you’ll be sorry!
I want so badly to say that to her face.
Continuing on with what happened earlier…
Well, after Leiko the Evil Child of Darkness released me, I walked right into none other than our favorite practitioner of incest, Susumu! And guess what? He just ‘happened’ to be walking with his hands in front of him, and they just ‘happened’ to touch my basoomers.
Amazingly coincidental, don’t you agree?
I wanted to scream “SEXUAL HARASSMENT!”, but I bit my lip, because no doubt mum would never believe the word of her reliable daughter. No, she’d believe the 1st cousin once removed who she’s only meeting for the second time.
Of course. Doesn’t that make sense to you? I thought so.
Right. After this disturbing incident (which entirely assured me that nothing too pleasant was to come in my future encounters with Susumu), mum’s cousin and her husband came in, and were smiling at me a bit too exaggeratedly to be believable.
Oh well, they’re better than their kids, at least. Not that that’s hard.
Sammi and I were shown the room in which we’d be staying. Cramped, but it’s better than having to share a room with Leiko, which apparently would have happened if they hadn’t decided to knock down a wall and add another room last fall.
Thank God for that particular event.
Hiroyuki has to stay in the same room as Susumu! HA!
***
June 9th
7:45 AM
Cousins’ House
SO TIRED.
Mum dragged me up because apparently she has arranged for me to get a tour around my new school today. I won’t actually *go* until the beginning of the next school year, of course, because that would just be pointless. However, she seems to think that I’m going to remember everything I learn today for some reason.
Parents can be terribly irrational.
Anyway, the place is called ‘Meiou’, I think. It’s apparently VERY prestigious.
And she thinks I care because…?
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