What Name Would You Call This Love?

What Name Would You Call This Love?

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This story is about a girl named Christina and she is from California. Her parents have died in an accident and she now lives with her father’s best friend. A new baby is on the way and there will be no more space for Christina in their tiny house, so she is being sent to Japan to live with her grandparents. There she has to learn new ways of living and goes to a school where she meets many different students. She also meets a strange boy who she saves his life on the first day, But what will become of these two different people?

Summary


This story is about a girl named Christina and she is from California. Her parents have died in an accident and she now lives with her father’s best friend. A new baby is on the way and there will be no more space for Christina in their tiny house, so she is being sent to Japan to live with her grandparents. There she has to learn new ways of living and goes to a school where she meets many different students. She also meets a strange boy who she saves his life on the first day, But what will become of these two different people?

Chapter1 (v.1) - What Name Would You Call This Love?

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This story is about a girl named Christina and she is from California. Her parents have died in an accident and she now lives with her father’s best friend. A new baby is on the way and there will be no more space for Christina in their tiny house, so she is being sent to Japan to live with her grandparents. There she has to learn new ways of living and goes to a school where she meets many different students. She also meets a strange boy who she saves his life on the first day, But what will become of these two different people?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 30, 2011

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Chapter One

 

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ello, my name is Christina Otomiya. I am a 16 year old girl and I come from western California. I am half Japanese. My father David Otomiya is from California and my mother Amelia Otomiya is from Japan. They met on vacation in California in a carnival somewhere in town. They fell in love and a few months later they got married. A year later I was born. When I was four my parents died in a car crash on the way back from a day out in the museum. I now live with my father’s best friend John, his wife Kathy and his twins, Emmett and Emily.

They are now expecting a new baby boy and the house they live in has no more room for me. So they are sending me to Japan to live with my mother’s parents, my grandmother Kaji Otomiya and my grandfather Shouma Otomiya. I have no idea how I will adjust to this new country with different rules, traditions and norms.

 

I’m so nervous on the way here, on the plane, in the airport and right now. My eyes kept looking at the beautiful city. It’s nothing like California. I’ve never been in another country other than California before. I took my luggage by its handle and walked down the hall where people were waiting for other peoples arrivals. I am now leaving the airport to wait for my grandparents outside. I met them once when I was born, but I don’t remember them now, obviously. A lot of questions rose in my mind. How will I recognize them? Will they like me? What if they don’t like me when they see me? Just then I heard someone call out my name. It was a happy voice. It was a man’s voice.

 

“Christina!”

My eyes were scanning the crowd of people. I looked around for the person calling out my name. They called out again.

“Christina! Over here!”

I turned around and saw an old man who had a huge smile on his face. He wore a green coat and had a walking stick in his right arm. He had a grey moustache and a grey beard. I’m guessing that’s my grandfather and the women next to him must be my grandmother. She wore a dark blue long dress and a small matching hat. She also smiled when she saw me. She wore flip flops sandals and had a pearled necklace. She was so beautiful that I just wanted to hug her. I have found my blood family, a real family again.

My grandmother came to me and said in a happy voice, “My dear how are you? Do you recognize me?”

I smiled and said, “I am fine thank you and are you my grandmother?”

My grandmother laughed and replied “Yes I am, oh look at her Shouma isn’t she beautiful.  My grandfather spoke, “Yes she is very beautiful, do you recognize me my sweet?” I then said,

“You must be my grandfather”. He smiled and said, “She is just like her mother, her personality, and she looks just like her. She has her beauty and especially her eyes” My grandmother came over to me and gave me the softest hug I have ever gotten, just like my mothers hugs. As she hugged me I smelt her perfume. It made me so happy.

“My darling, you are prettier than I had imagined. You have grown so much. Oh dear look at us jabbering away when you must be tired from that long journey. Come dear let us get inside the car. The car will take us to our village. It is very far from the airport.

“I see”, I was so thirsty and all I wanted was to get there and have something to drink. My mouth was so dry.

The journey was long and I stuck my head out of the window. I watched the landscapes and the atmosphere. It was a very positive atmosphere as everyone was always nice to each other. They smiled and waved at one another and there were lots of children playing together, it was so cute. I could see a lot of marshes and women wearing heats on their heads. They were in the marshes. One of the women smiled at me so I smiled back. I could feel the wind rushing through my hair. It felt like I was going to have a lot of fun here.

 

Finally we have arrived. I looked out of my window. It was such a beautiful house. It was smaller than the ones we have in California, a lot smaller. We lived in a flat there but here is a house with one layer. It was decorated with blue and white paint. It has a fence around the house. Next to it was a tree. It had pink flowers and they were very pretty. When the wind hits the petals they fly off the branches and fall to the ground. It was like they were dancing. I got out of the car and a few people I didn’t know came out of the house. They took out the luggage from the boot of the care. One of the men said to me in a cheerful tone, “Hello Christina, I don’t expect you to remember me but I am your uncle Rick. I played with you in my arms when you were a baby. You laughed and smiled every time you saw me”.

I didn’t know what to say so I just gave a smile.

He laughed and said, “Come inside”.

I was nervous when I entered the court yard. Then I looked at him and said, “Uncle Rick, can I ask you a question?”

He turned to me, “Of course Christina, please go on”

I’m scared that if I ask questions, he might find me weird.

“What is that tree called?”

He put his hand out of his pocket and said, “Well it is called a cherry blossom tree, they are my favorite flowers. Did you know if a cherry blossom tree blooms on top of someone’s grave, the cherry blossoms become red because of the blood?”

I was fascinated, “really? I didn’t know that” then can we go to a grave? I want to see them when they are red”

Uncle Rick gave a nervous chuckle, “aha ha It’s only been a few minutes since I have met you and I have found out that you want to go to a grave, and that too just to look at flowers”

Oh damn, he thinks I’m a weirdo. How dumb of me. I should have just kept quiet.

We entered the house and we walked around the rooms. He showed me where everything was and where my room was. I loved the house. Everything about it made me so fascinated. The culture, the clothes, the traditions, their superstitions and  the way they dressed. Everything about them made me feel happy. I felt happy again after a long time. I looked at all the baby pictures on the frames on the drawers and that’s when I saw my mother’s picture. She was holding me in her arms. She was smiling and she looked very happy. Mother looked so beautiful in that picture. A tear rolled down my cheeks and onto the frame glass.

My grandfather walked in the room. I wiped away my tears before he noticed and I turned around and gave a smile.

“Dinner is ready dear; come downstairs everyone is waiting for you”

I am hungry so ill un-pack later.

“Ok I’m coming”

We walked down the stairs and then we sat at the dining table. As we ate our dinner they asked lots of questions. Mostly about my past, what I did in my childhood, about my friends and school and many others. We laughed a lot about their jokes. Uncle Rick was funny. I think I got along well with them.

“So Christina” said my grandmother.

“You will have to go to high school tomorrow. We have tried to ask them to wait for at least a couple of days but school board does not let children stay at home and not go to school. I think you will like Nekiko Blossom Academy”

Oh great school. I just got here and I already have to go to school. Well I will have to get used to things around here and how they work. How will I make friends? Will people like me?

“Ok, do we have to wear uniform?” I was hoping it was a yes. Otherwise they might find my clothes strange.

“No Christina” said Uncle Rick.

“There is no uniform in that school. There was but they changed the system along with the uniform rule. Have you finished your dinner?”

“Yes I have”

Then my grandmother said to go to my room as I have to get up early for school.

We went to sleep but I wasn’t tired. All I could think about was the school. What will they think of me? Will they stare at me? I wonder what will happen. I somehow went to sleep. And the sun rose up and it was the day I had to go to school. Grandmother gave me a new bag to carry my books in. They gave me a note pad and few pens and pencils and other necessities. Grandmother also gave me a lunch box as they don’t have a cafeteria or a snack machine. You have to bring your own lunch. I hope I look nice. I asked them all for their opinions and they all said I looked pretty.

 

 So off I went down the road and kept on going until I reached the school. The name of the school was written on the building. It was very big and not what I had imagined. Our schools in California were not that big. Everyone spoke in Japanese. Luckily I took that language in California because my father wanted me to learn it. No one spoke in English so it was hard to stop speaking in English.

I opened the gate but no one seemed to notice me come in but one guy did. He stood near the bike shed and he looked at me like he knew me. He was tall, handsome and he had black hair. His eyes were a nice shade of brown. He stared at me almost as if he wasn’t happy me being here. I was worried. Did I wear something wrong? I looked at my clothes, my shoes and my hair. It was fine, but why is he looking at me like that? He put his earphones in his ears and walked down the road to cross it. I followed him so I too could enter the school. At that moment a black car came down the road. My eyes looked at the car. The driver was looking for something so he didn’t notice the guy walking. The guy was staring at the school and couldn’t hear the up coming car because of the music in his ears. My eyes kept staring at the guy then back the car. What should I do? Should I stop him? Yes, that’s what ill do. So I ran behind him and grabbed his arm, the arm that wasn’t holding the mp3 player. The driver in the black car noticed him and immediately stepped on his brakes. You could hear the brakes screech so loudly. Just before the guy could take another step in front of the car I pulled him back fast. He was so close to getting hit. Everyone in the school yard hesrd the sound, stopped what they were doing and was silent.  I was angry that these boys are so careless. I shouted at him in Japanese. Luckily I was an A star in that language.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you stupid or something? You think you’re so cool listening to music and walking with you hands in your pocket, well guess what? Its not”

I walked away from him, but I stopped, I turned back to him and said, “Oh I forgot, your welcome” he just stared at me, shocked. I walked away and went towards the school. I kept thinking about that guy and the incident. Did that really happen? Why me? Then I looked up and stopped absolutely still. Everyone was looking at me. This is just great. I blew away my chance to actually not being a weirdo. Now everyone is whispering about me. Crap! I was panicking. What now?

I know ill just quickly walk through the school yard and cover my face. This is so embarrassing. I ruined my first day. I managed to get away and ran up the stairs until a girl dressed in a frilled dress came up in front of me. She spoke in a cheerful voice.

“Hi. I’m Ushio”

“Hey, I’m Christina, the new girl”.

She smiled and giggled. She then said, “Oh everyone knows about you, the whole school does. We were all waiting for you to come. By the way the stunt that you just pulled was amazing”

What was amazing? What is she talking about?

“I don’t understand”

She took me by my arm and walked into the hall.

“Well you see you just saved the cute boy that everyone likes; I can’t believe you did that. He is like a mysterious guy that doesn’t like to talk to girls. He just blanks the girls unless it’s important he’ll reply.  He finds girls annoying. He’s a high class boy and tasks classes in the top class. When you first start in this high school you have to take an exam’. If you’re really smart, you get put into that class but not many people can get into that class even if you try really hard, but I did. I’m very smart or that’s what my teachers and parents say. Anyway his name is Ken Hutashi. We call him Lord Governor. He never apologizes or thanks people. He’s always in a angry type mood and is always busy”

I looked at her. What have I gotten myself into? Lord Governor? What a stupid name. I’ve ruined my first day, everyone is talking about me, I’ve made an enemy even though I saved his life and now I have to take an exam. What if I fail? This is great, just great. 

 


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