American!Tourist!ReaderxJapan part14-Tokyo Tourist

Japan's POV

Tap, tap.

Kiku's knuckles gently rapped on the hotel door. When _____ didn't respond he knocked harder. Still no answer. He frowned. She never took this long to answer. He waited for a few minutes then tried again. There was still no answer so he thought that maybe she went out somewhere. Perhaps the employee at the desk would know.

After he got back down to the main floor he quickly walked towards the Mai desk. There was a short line so he stood in the back of it, feeling anxious and impatient but keeping a mostly stoic look on his face.

When his turn finally came he stepped up to the desk "Excuse me, but do you know if _____  _______ has gone out?"

The man pursed his lips and thought for a moment. "Oh yes! I remember her. She checked out."

Kiku was completely shocked. "What?"

The clerk nodded "Yeah, last night."

Kiku frowned and slowly left the desk. Had she gone home? Of course she did; where else could she have gone? But why? Why hadn't she told him? He didn't even have her phone number or email address. What would happen to make her just leave like that? Maybe there had been some sort of family emergency?

He sighed and walked out of the hotel slowly. She was gone so he might as well go home.


America's POV


Alfred stared grimly across the table at _____ who was swirling a cup of her favorite Starbucks coffee around with a spoon. She looked seriously depressed. "Hey Dudette, did something happen while you were gone?"

She shook her head and sniffled some. Her eyes looked as if she had been crying and she was acting strange, so either it was that or it was something else. "No, nothing."

He was decently sure she was lying but moved on to the next possibility anyway. "Is your mom okay?"

"Yeah. She's glad I'm home."

"Everything good at school?" that one was a long shot. She hadn't been to school in a month. He hadn't either since the summer term started. Most people-or at least most of the people he knew- didn't take the summer semester. Making it kind of like a more difficult, not required, more flexible high school.

She gave him a strange look. "Of course everything is ok at school. How could it not be?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. Something has to be wrong so I'm just trying to figure out what."

"Nothing is wrong." she sighed.

"Yeah it is. I know you."

"You're not going to give up are you?" the absence of the usual upward pitch at the end made it seem more like a statement than a question.

"Nope!" he said, smiling cheerfully and leaning back.

She finally sighed dejectedly. "Okay, fine. I... I met this guy in Japan and I thought... I thought..." she bit her lip and looked down. "I thought we had something." she whispered, and started crying a little.

Alfred frowned and leaned forward. "Do you feel like telling me?"

She shook her head sadly. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok then, but if you ever do wanna talk, I'll be there."


Readers POV


>~a week later~<

You sat on the tiny couch in your somewhat shabby living room and stared at the picture you had laid on the coffee table in front of you. The TV was on but you weren't watching it. Actually you didn't even know what was playing. Instead you were being caught up in the memory the picture invoked.

It was the day at Shinjuku Gyoen, just before that guy stole your camera. You had looked so happy. He did too. Or maybe that was just your imagination. For the last three days you'd managed not to cry or think of Kiku too much, but now you couldn't stop the tears. It was going to be a long time before you got over Kiku.

You seriously needed some chocolate. You stood and made your way to the kitchen to try and dig some up.


Kiku's POV


This was it. The park where their first "official" date took place. It seemed a lot duller here today. The pinks looked almost gray, and the water looked as if someone had poured black dye in it. He knew it didn't actually look any different, that was just how it seemed to him.

He leaned against the rail of the bridge (yes, that bridge) and stared up into the sky. Unlike the last time he was here it was cloudy. They were big, heavy, gray clouds that seemed to weigh down on him like a brick balanced precariously on top of a ballon.

The weather decided to finish matching his mood and go ahead and rain. Drops hit him every now and then, creating dark splotches on his clothes and slipping down through his hair.

Finally, he decided he should probably leave. He did have some work from college to do after all, not that it really mattered anyway. After _____ left he found-to his utter horror- that he was having trouble doing his school. He couldn't seem to concentrate at all, his mind continually drifting back to her. Why had she left? Scratch that, he knew why she left, she didn't live in Japan after all. The real question was why hadn't she told him? She hadn't even bothered to say goodbye! He didn't even know how he could get in touch with her. All he did know was that she lived in (city) (state).

He wasn't entirely sure when he had started walking again or when he had gotten out of the park. People were rushing to and fro past him trying to get out of the rain before they were soaked and not sparing the dripping young man a glance. He didn't mind being wet. What he did mind was the aching in his heart. The only time he'd ever felt that sort of ache before was when his older brother left for China to run a factory. It had taken a few months for the ache to go away then-though due to the brothers relationship it was a bitter sweet thing- but it hadn't affected him like this at all. Life had went on as normal. He helped to take care of his siblings and worked at his job and school without really having any problems. So why was it different this time?

He reached his apartment and opened the door, sloshing inside. "Onii-san you're back..." Yuki started enthusiastically but trailed off when she saw him.

"Oh my God," Kaoru said in a flat voice "what happened to you?"

"I was caught in the rain." Kiku said dully.

"No really?" Yuki snorted.

Kiku ignored the gawking and sarcastic teenagers and went to take a shower.

>~teeny weeny time skip~<

Kiku finished his shower, his hair was nice and clean as well as his body. The warm water did wonders for the way he felt physically. Too bad it didn't do the same for how he felt emotionally.

He'd barely come out of the bathroom when he was stopped by two of his younger siblings blocking his path with their arms crossed. One of them looked quite determined while the other looked slightly annoyed.

"Ok Kiku we've talked about it and finally made a decision."

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

"You need to make up." Yuki said, her nostrils flaring and her lips flattening into a thin line.

Again, what? "I don't-"

"Don't give me any of that! You've been acting really out of sorts lately and it has to stop!"

It wasn't that obvious. Was it? "I haven't been-"

"Yeah, you have." Kaoru finally joined in a little.

"Ever since you stopped going out on dates with your new girlfriend you've been acting like a kicked puppy! I can't take your gloomy presence any more!" Yuki glared at him, and he almost took a surprised step back at her fierceness. "I don't care if you have to fly halfway across the world, or dig a tunnel with a spoon all the way to Hong Kong, go make up with that girl! If you don't, I'll drag you to her by your ear!" Yuki seemed to be entirely unaware that this was exactly what he would have to do.

Kiku was extra surprised now. But slowly, as the shock began to ware off, he began to realize exactly what he was going to do, what he had to do.