American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part 4-Tokyo Tourist

Readers POV

You stepped inside the room and jumped a little when you heard Kiku shut the door. When you turned around he seemed to be looking around your room so you took the opportunity to try and size him up. He was around your height and was slender. Living in Japan he probably knew at least a little of at least one martial art. Also, when he was wearing his short sleeved uniform at McDonalds, you had seen his arms. They weren't bulky, but you had seen he had decent sized muscles. Considering everything, you decided you would probably have a very slim chance of being able to fight him off if he were to attempt to force himself upon you. Even worse, at this time of day not many people would be in the hotel, so if you were to scream odds were that no one would hear you.

You suddenly realized Kiku was looking at you with a questioning look on his face. You blushed. He had caught you.

Finally he cleared his throat. "Why don't you change into a different shirt?"

"Alright." you said, giving him a wide berth as you walked to the drawer where your clothing was stored. You pulled out the first thing you saw. It was a (2ndf/c) Aeropostale (A/N I used Aeropostale because every young person in the US (excluding myself) seems to have at least one) shirt. At least it wasn't one of the shirts your best friend gave you that had something provocative written on the front. She'd gave you those claiming that they would help you get a boyfriend after your break up with Alfred. You didn't really like shirts like that, but you had brought them with you on your trip to please her.

You glanced back over at your male company then scurried to the bathroom. Breathing deep, you changed into the shirt and ran your shaking fingers through your now-semi-tangled (h/c) hair. You looked at you arm and winced a little. It hurt. It was still bleeding too. Not much, but it still must have been a bad scrape. You decided you probably caught it on something while you were falling.   Why did you have to be such a clutz?

You sighed and opened the door slowly. Kiku was standing at your window looking at the street below. He almost seemed to be examining each person in the crowd, his face was so intense. Then you began to notice just how deep his eyes were. They were intelligent, understanding, gentle yet intense, and most of all, they were beautiful.
You cleared your throat.he jumped a little then looked and you and smiled. "Come here and I'll bandage your arm."

Your eyebrows went up a bit. This was why he wanted to go to your hotel room? But why would a complete stranger want to help you?


Japan's POV


She looked surprised, shocked even, when he told her he would bandage her arm. He wondered why.

Kiku walked to the desk he had sat the first aid kit on and popped it open. After a moment of looking at her he spoke "Are you coming?"

"What? Oh, yeah..." she walked over to him and held out her arm tentatively.

He bit his lip and examined the cut. It was still oozing a little bit of blood. He would need to clean it before doing anything else though.

Kiku led _____ to the bathroom, carrying the first aid kit in one hand, and picked up a rag that he wetted. "here, hold out your arm." she stretched her arm out for him and stared at it.

He rubbed the wet towel over her bloody arm, being as gentle as he could while still cleaning it off. After he was satisfied that it was as clean as it was going to get without hurting her, he took a bottle of disinfectant out.

"This is going to hurt." she bit her lip and nodded, and Kiku poured some of the clear liquid over it, making _____ grunt and jerk her arm a tiny bit.

Once that was done he took out a long bandage and wrapped it tightly around her injured arm, securing the end. "How does that feel?"

"Better. Thanks."

He smiled "You're welcome. Do you feel up to going out now?"

"Um, I guess." she seemed relieved about something. He looked at her confused for a moment, but then shrugged it off. Women were strange enough as it was, without them being American.


Readers POV


"So, where are we going?" you asked on the elevator ride down.

He smiled almost mischievously "You'll see."

You frowned a little. "Aww, come on, tell me!" you suppressed a smile.

"No, you have to wait."

You smiled and shook your head a little. You felt so much more relaxed now that you were out of your room, and though your arm still hurt, just the knowledge that it was bandaged made you feel better.

The elevator stopped and you and Kiku walked out side by side. It felt funny in a nice kind of way. Some random good looking stranger you had met in McDonalds had helped you out and so far the two of you had only walked one in front of the other, so it felt nice walking next to him like this.

For the most part, the two of you kept silent on the walk to the subway. However when you had almost gotten there the silence had started weighing on you, and you felt extremely awkward. It was time to make an attempt at conversation. "So, um, the weather here is pretty nice." 'Idiot!' you yelled in your head 'is that the best thing you could come up with to say?! I can't believe how stupid you are!' you chided yourself. You really did feel stupid. That was one of the oldest and most cliche conversations you could possibly use.

He nodded "It is pretty nice I suppose. It's a little colder than usual."

"Oh." you said, unable to think of anything else to say.

You both remained silent until Kiku lead you down into a subway station, and you started waiting. "Ok, seriously, where are we going?"

He just smiled some and shook his head. You frowned. You were getting irritated and nervous now. He noticed your frown and gave you a sideways look. "It's a surprise."

"Hm." you said as the subway train arrived. You followed Kiku into it and sat down in a seat next to him and a woman reading a magazine.

"So, you live in Tokyo?"

He nodded "Most of the time, yes."
"Ok, cool." you sat in silence for another minute. "So, when you're not in Tokyo where are you living?"

"On some weekends and holidays I live with my family in Shuzenji."

"You don't live with your family anymore then?"

"My family has a large apartment that they live in here sometimes, but they also pay for me to have my own one room apartment in the same building. The house in Shuzenji is just the house they prefer to live in most of the time because the scenery is nice and it's much bigger. So I suppose I really still live with them."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. How can your family afford two condos in Tokyo and a big house in uh, Shoezy... that other place?"

He looked down and kind of shrugged. You were about to pursue the matter further when a voice said something on the speaker and he stood. "This is our stop."

"Oh, alright." you stood and followed him out. You were a little dissapointed that you hadn't been able to pry whatever it was he hadn't told you out of him, but since you didn't have time right now you would settle for hoping you would have time before you left him today.

You walked along beside him silently, watching him out of the corner of your eye, studying every aspect of his handsome profile.

Right when you were getting back on the subject of his eyes he stopped. "Here we are."
You turned to look at where you stopped and you furrowed your eyebrows. Why did he bring you here?