American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part 3

Readers POV


You sat there and stared at your cold French fries. You had been hungry, or at least you had thought you were until you got the food. Now that you had it in front of you, the thought of eating it was completely revolting.

You bit your lip as your arm throbbed. Your legs had mostly recovered by now but for some reason your arm still hurt.

"_____?" your head jerked up and you saw Kiku. Now he was dressed in a red shirt and a white jacket with white jeans and red converses instead of the McDonalds uniform.

You smiled a half hearted smile "Hi Kiku." he blushed again but not quite as badly as last time.

"May I sit here?" he gestured to the other chair at your table.

"I guess." you said.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment of awkward silence. "You haven't touched your food."

"I'm fine! Can't I not eat if I want to!? Is there anything wrong with that!?" you hadn't meant to raise your voice, but this day was really terrible.

"I don't suppose you have to if you don't want to, but you probably should."

You looked down at the table and fiddled with a string from your torn hoodie sleeve. 'What am I doing?' you wondered 'I don't even know this guy!' "I'm sorry. You didn't do anything and here I am yelling at you. I don't even know you."

"It's okay." he smiled a bit "Rough day?"

You stared at him for a minute and then burst into tears.


Japan's POV


When _____ started crying Kiku didn't know what to do. So, he ended up sitting there wide eyed and staring at her. "Are you okay?" he asked when she finally started to calm down.

She sniffled a little then nodded. "I guess so."

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

She began telling him everything that happened that day, beginning with her boyfriend -ex boyfriend- and ending with her stolen camera.

Kiku bit his lip. He really didn't know what to say. Maybe it was bad karma that had caught up with her. But looking at her now, he couldn't bring himself to believe she had done anything that deserved this kind of day. "That's... That's horrible." it was pathetic he knew, but it was the only thing he could figure out to say.

She sniffed and brought her (dominant hand) up to wipe her eyes and he gasped. "Anata no ude! I mean, your arm!"

She looked down towards her arm and her eyes widened. Apparently she hadn't noticed the red soaked material around the torn spot. "I guess it got a bit torn up when I fell." she seemed confused. He decided she was probably wondering how she hadn't noticed that before.

"Where's your hotel?"

"Um, eleven or twelve blocks from here I guess."

He jumped up and reached for her (uninjured) arm but stopped before he grabbed it. He hesitated for a moment then dropped his hand. Boundaries were boundaries after all, and he would only break them if the situation was dire. "Come on, we're leaving."

"Huh?" she slowly stood up "But what about the food?"

He screwed his mouth to the side and looked at it. "Someone will get rid of it eventually." he sighed. "Now come along." he started walking to the door.


Reader's POV


You followed him as he commanded, completely confused. Your arm was still throbbing, and you looked at it grimacing. How in the world had you not noticed? Half the sleeve was soaked in red! You really must be out of it.

Once out of the restaurant you took the lead, showing Kiku the way to your hotel and trying to cover your arm. Neither of you said anything until you reached the hotel.

"Wait there." Kiku told you, pointing towards the elevators. You nodded your head and obeyed, going to stand next to the elevators. Kiku walked to one of the desks (you weren't sure what it was for since it wasn't written in English) and said something to the clerk. The guy disappeared behind a door for a moment then reappeared with a small white box in his hand. Kiku said something and bowed slightly to the man who said something in return and did the same.

Kiku walked back to you and looked around. "We should go to your room."

You nodded, eyeing the box in his hand. You weren't sure what is was. And you couldn't read it. After the elevator arrived the two of you stepped inside and you pressed the button to the (f/n) floor, and the doors shut.

When you reached your room, you took out your keys and looked over at Kiku. Then you realized something. You don't know Kiku. He's a man. You're a woman. A woman who is alone in a foreign country. He probably didnt know that, and he really didn't seem the kind to take advantage of someone in that way, but you never really can tell. Your hand began shaking slightly as you opened the door. It was already too late to stop now. All you could do was pray that he wasn't that type of guy, and that you would get out of this situation okay.