American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part12-Tokyo Tourist

12 Readers POV


There was something on your stomach. Something semi heavy. You cracked your eyes open, blinking and squinting at the bright morning light. When your eyes adjusted enough for you to look around you sat straight up, making whatever it was on your stomach tumble down. This wasn't your hotel room.   Your hotel room didn't have that window or those color walls, or screen doors, or such a low bed.

You looked down and saw an angry cat glaring at you. Slowly your confusion and fear melted away and your heart returned to its normal pace. You were at Kiku's parents apartment. Last night you had fallen asleep listening to him play the piano. He must have decided not to wake you up.

Neko kept glaring at you so you reached out one hand and scratched his cheek absentmindedly. He instantly started purring and leaned into your touch. "Oh you like that huh?" you laughed lightly at the happy little cat. Suddenly his ears parked up and he trotted out of the small open space in the screen doors.

"Where are you going Neko?" You pushed the covers back and stood up, briefly noting you hadn't changed clothes last night and slid quietly out through the screen door. Outside of that room there was a hallway, lit up slightly by a window at the backend. Neko was disappearing around a corner at the end of the hall as you tiptoed towards him quickly.

When you emerged you found yourself back in the living room you had fallen asleep in the night before. The piano was shut now, and the room was thoroughly lit with natural light.  Kiku wasn't anywhere in sight but Neko was disapearing through a crack in another screen door that you hadn't noticed the night before.

You ran after him and slid through the crack yourself. The room you had stepped into seemed to be a kitchen. There were strange smells in the room that smelled pretty good and there was a small table with three chairs around it. Finally your eyes landed on Kiku. He was already dressed and seemed to be cooking something. That had to be the source of the smells. Neko was sitting next to him looking up expectantly, tail swinging back and forth lazily. 

"Ah, ohayo Neko-chan." Kiku smiled down at the cat then kneeled down with a plate of what looked like chunks of tuna. You weren't sure since you didn't deal with raw tuna much, but thats what it looked like to you. 

Neko started eating immediately and Kiku went back to cooking. You walked slowly over to him. "Um, good morning." You said quietly.

He turned his head and smiled brightly at you. "Ohayo gozaimasu _____-san. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." you nodded and decided to assume that that meant something along the lines of good morning.

"That is good."

"I guess." you looked at the already finished food and almost fell over. How could he have made so much? He must have been up for at least an hour already! And judging by the light it wasn't much later than seven!"

"What... what is it?"

"It's called choshoku." (A/N so according to the internet choshoku is a traditional Japanese breakfast, and looking at the pictures and list of foods in it it seems pretty big to me. If anyone knows more about it or I'm wrong about anything please go ahead and tell me so I can fix it. )

"Choshoku. Ok. It looks good."

"It's almost finished. You can sit down at the table if you like."

"Ok." you said, and went to sit at the surprisingly western style table. You didn't know what Japanese furniture typically looked like, but to you, most of the furniture in Kiku's parent's apartment looked western.

A few minutes later Kiku walked several different plates to the table. "Ok, so tell me what all of these are. Please?" you thought to add at the last minute.

He smiled began pointing as he spoke "This is miso soup, grilled salmon, rice, mori, and tsukemono."

"Wow it looks good!" you said happily, picking up the chopsticks he had given you.

"Itadaki-masu!" Kiku said, and began to eat as well.


Japan's POV


It had been a very nice and relaxing sort of day. He and _____ had spent the entire day in his parents house watching tv with him translating. It had been difficult for him to translate television and he was pretty certain he had said strange things at times, at least the times she giggled when what was happening was entirely serious. She hadn't seemed to mind though. When she had finally left it was reluctantly.  Yes, it had been a very nice day indeed.

Neko purred gently as Kiku rubbed his hand over the cat's soft fur. "What do you think of her?" he asked the small, happy cat.

Of course Neko did not respond, he only continued to look up at Kiku and purr contentedly. Kiku sighed and looked out of the window. It seemed he was really starting to fall for her.

Readers POV

You had just finished a (much needed) shower and were now spread out over your bed. You were just about to get up so you could get in your bed when (f/s) erupted from your cell phone alerting you to a call.

"Hello~?" you said into the phone.

"Hey _____!"

"Hey Al! Been a while since I've heard from you!"

"Yeah, I've been meaning to call, but you know, life gets in the way. How have you been? You sound a lot better than the last time we talked."

Had it really been three weeks since you had talked with him? After meeting Kiku time had really started to fly. You unintentionally giggled a bit. "I've been good."

"Good huh?" he had a suspicious sound in his voice. He laughed. "Good for you then!"

You smiled and nodded even though he couldn't see you. "So, how are the plans for your wedding coming?"

"Well, first we decided to change the date."

"What really?"

"Yep. It's going to be three months from now instead of four."

"Why?"

"Something to do with her mother or one of her brothers or something. I'm not really sure I kinda zoned out a little, I'm only for sure that we had to move the date up a month."

That was Alfred alright. You snickered a little. "What?" he said.

"Oh, nothing. Tell Alice I said hi!"

"Okay I will. Call me when you get back!"

"Alright, bye."

"Bye!" he hung up.

You slid under the covers, snuggling happily. Alfred clearly had an idea that something more was going on with you. He was smart enough though, not to try and figure out what. You could be pretty tight lipped when you wanted to.