Miyavi seemed very happy to have just said his name, but you still had no recognition of him so you went back to your computer, where you always felt most safe. "Abigail-san, were you born in Japan? You look Japanese, where from?"
The statement of his made you lose your concentration, "No, I have never been to Japan before now, my father is a very powerful man and I intend on meeting him there, my mother is still in America, as white as she can be."
"So you’re half Japanese?"
"Yes, though I don't know why it matters," it took all your might not to look at him, forcing yourself to stare at the screen that had been in front of you.
"I am too, my father was Korean."
"Well that has to be difficult being two different type of Asians."
He continued while ignoring the sarcasm, "So you lived in America all your life?"
"Yes, my father left my mother when I was young, so my attitude towards men was always very strong, I love my father and all but I never saw him enough to change my mind, my mother went into depressions until she met another man not too long ago, clearing her of her sadness. I have vowed never to need a man like that; my father has offered me a job here in Japan so I thought I would try it and see how things would be."
"So you’re a money person? No love?"
"Yes and yes, I tried that whole dating thing once, probably in late high school early college and it got me nowhere, so here I am on a plane ready to make a normal living, with money. At least that's what my father always told me and look at him, he's one of the richest men in the world," now you felt would be an appropriate time to look up at him seeing his reaction to the new information. His face looked a bit saddened, but he seemed to get over it as he saw your computer.
"So what's this you’re working on?"
"Graphs, from my father's business, that's all you need to know, nothing for you to concern yourself with," you had slightly closed the laptop and turned it away from his view.
He seemed to of wanted to say something else but it held tight to his tongue, "I don't understand you, how old are you anyway?"
Of course you were 21 but that was information he did not need to know so you ignored his question, or avoided it. "Why are you asking all these questions? When this plane lands we will be going our separate ways and neither of us will ever see each other again. Not to say it's not nice speaking with you or anything, I just was wondering," You looked at his face feeling the red start to penetrate your skin easily.
The smile that came up from his face was priceless, lovely, and just suited for him, "You know what? You’re cute! This must really be your first time in Japan, remember my name and you'll see me everywhere."
A flight attendant you hadn't had a confrontation with came forward to the two of you, "The plane will be landing soon, and if you could please return to you seats and buckle up that would be great."
"Thank you," was all you could say before she was out of range, "Well I have to say it was very interesting talking to you but I must get a few more things done before we land on the ground."
"It was very nice talking to you as well, I'll be seeing you later," his feet firmly hit the ground and walked back to his seat with the same goofy grin he had the whole time he sat in front of you.
Finally the light from the computer dimmed as you turned it off and folded it back under the seat in front of you, just in time to hear the pilot overhead telling everyone you would get there in less than fifteen minutes, taking a deep breath, you waited.
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You found your way to the lobby where a man stood with your name on a large piece of cardboard. Making your way over to him you saw his little driver’s hat turn up towards you, “Ah, My lady Abigail, how was your flight?”
“Dull, and boring, I had to fly for quite a long time,” pausing for but a moment, you notice the one person you wanted to see wasn’t there. “My father couldn’t make it?”
“No, no, no, no, no your father is a very busy man, new people coming in everyday you know.”
“Yes, I know,” you sighed as you followed him into the limo, looking up only a second as you notice Miyavi walking toward a large black vehicle himself. “So where to next? Did my father say?”
The man closed the door in back of you and crawled in the front seat, “For now he set up a nice room at a hotel close by the company for now, don’t you worry though he has everything under control. He has said that you should get as much rest tonight, and tomorrow you shall be trained in everything you need to know.”
“Alright, thank you very much,” and that was the last thing said until you reached your hotel in the middle of Tokyo, you thanked him one more time before making it to check in, and all the way up to the top floor where a grand suite was all ready for your arrival. With many hands all the way up you were happy to finally get it all done quickly and tip the people as they left the room a half hour later. You switched on the Television as you exclaimed that you were terribly bored and hoped there would be some good in watching some good music channels, all of which seemed incredibly out of date and just to showy, so finally you changed it to the a news channel for background noise.
The kitchen was filled with many different foods that were obviously chosen by someone who didn’t know anything about you, but eventually you found some ramen, and it made you smile at the simple things that you had loved so much. The hum of the TV seemed to catch your attention for a moment as you thought you heard something very familiar...
“Aren’t you going to ask me mine?”
Holding back a laugh, you looked back at him, “Alright I’ll amuse you. What’s your name?”
“Miyavi-desu!”
You quickly looked back at the TV quickly but there was nothing, just a woman shuffling her papers and moving on to a small fire that happened right outside of the area.
“... Remember my name and you'll see me everywhere."
Miyavi’s voice rang through your ears as a sharp ring went through the room startling you. Taking the remote you turned off the television and answered the telephone, “Hello?”
“Hello is this Abigail?” you stopped at the voice, frozen in thought and confusion...
