American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part10-Tokyo Tourist

Readers POV

It had been a week since the day you and Kiku had had what you liked to think of as your first official date. Since that day Kiku had spent a lot of time with you. On the days he worked he would take you out to dinner or something, and on the days he didn't have to work he would spend the entire day with you, showing you a lot of the best points of Tokyo.

You were beginning to wonder how you were going to be able to go back to America. Your relationship with Kiku was still undefined, and you hadn't yet done anything beyond holding hands, although he had stopped asking permission to do so. Even though all you had done so far was hold hands you weren't worried that he didn't feel the same way you did. Of course there was a certain amount of uncertainty but you could almost see your relationship becoming closer.

Today, Kiku didn't have to work so he was taking you shopping around the city. So far you had only bought a small box and a kimono. He had bought you a hair pin.

You were walking down the street holding hands and you were holding a bag full of your new stuff in your other hand.

"Hey, lets go in there!" You said, pointing towards a shop that was displaying pianos.

"Ok." Kiku nodded and the two of you headed in that direction.

Once you were inside the shop you saw that your first impression was right. There were pianos everywhere; big ones, small ones, baby grands, uprights, this place had them all.

You couldn't play the piano but they were fun to look at. You sat down and pressed a key, a song slowly coming to mind. You began stumbling for the next note in the tune and finally found it. You made a mental note of it and continued the same pattern looking for the next one.

Kiku watched you with a confused look on his face for a moment before finally speaking up. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, just trying to figure out a song."

"Would you like some help?"

"You can play the piano?" You really didn't want him to know what you were trying to play. Not only was the little love song embarrassing, but you also didn't want him to know you were playing (or trying to play) a love song at all.

"Yes."

"Are you any good?"

"I am average I suppose."

You had almost figured out the entire beginning of the song when he spoke up again. "Are you sure you wouldn't like my help?"

You opened your mouth to say no when a salesman assaulted the two of you. He began speaking rapidly in Japanese and before Kiku could protest he was dragged off to a larger fancier piano. Perfect. Maybe you could finish figuring out the beginning and play it real quick.

After a few more minutes you decided to just go ahead and play what you had already figured out. You began playing the soft little tune and hummed along with it, not realizing Kiku had come back.


Japan's POV


When Kiku finally managed to disentangle himself from the overly enthusiastic employ he began walking back towards _____, who was still playing the piano one-finger-style, but faster and more surely than she had been before.

As he approached he heard her humming along with the tune and he would almost swear he had heard it somewhere before. He stood still and breathed in and out slowly, hoping that she would not notice him, since he felt if she did notice she would stop.

He liked to hear her hum. It was a nice, melodic sound. Just as he began to think he could listen to it forever both the one note piano song and the humming stopped.

"That sounded nice." He said quietly.

_____ jumped and turned to look at him, her eyes wide. "I didn't realize you had come back!" she exclaimed, her hand over her heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's okay." She swallowed and stood. "Ready to go now?"

"Yes." he said and nodded. He decided to keep the tune in the back of his mind and try to find out what it was later.


>~time skip~<


Kiku unlocked the door to his apartment, stepped inside, shut the door, and locked it. When he turned around he was faced with a teenage girl spread across his floor with coloring pages and the tv was playing a movie he remembered from when he was small.

Her head lifted up to look at him and she smiled. "Oh, hello onii-san. How was your date-I mean day?"

Kiku looked at her for a minute. "It was nice." he looked around. "Where's Kaoru?"

"Hmm? Oh, he didn't want to dive into nostalgia with me and Sakiko (A/N I'm using this name for Vietnam. I don't know if she actually has a human name or not and I'm too lazy to try and find out right now. If anyone knows you can tell me.) so he went to one of his buddies house. He should be back soon though since Sakiko had to go." she rolled off of her stomach and clicked the tv off.

Yuki stood and stretched and gathered her things, shoving them back into her backpack, then walked over to her older brother.  After giving him a hug she walked towards his tiny kitchen area. "You want me to make you some tea or something?"

"Hai, that would be nice." he sighed and sat down in the one chair in the room. He still had a project he needed to get finished for college before the break was over, and he was only roughly halfway finished with it.

"Okay then!" she said happily, beginning to prepare the tea. Somewhere during the time she started this and the time Kiku began his work she began humming. After a moment Kiku heard her and almost fell out of his seat. It was the same song _____ had been humming and attempting to play. This had to be fate. There was no way this could be a coincidence.

"Wh-what is that song?"

"Huh? What song?" Yuki turned her head to look at him.

"The one you were humming."

"Oh that. Nothing really, just an old song from some girly American kids movie that we have. Translated of course."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me that song." a plan had begun to formulate in his mind, and he was determined to carry it out.