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Chapter 1 - Different skin

When Mrs. Yamota told them there was going to be a new girl in class , the kids of class 6 A were all excited to meet her .
They had imagined the new girl to be a pale Japanese girl with long straight hair so when Kiara arrived the whole class was shocked.

Kiara didn't have pale skin and she didn't have long straight hair as a matter of fact Kiara wasn't even Japanese. She was a black girl with curly hair from America.

" Ok now. Tell the class your name." Mrs. Yamota had told her as she stood at the front of the class facing a group of students who sat in their seats with strange unwelcoming looks on their faces.

Well all of them had that look on their face except Haruki who instead had a look of indifference. Maybe he was hiding his true feelings today but , Haruki never cared about anything in class , he would draw and daydream and pass his exams with flying colors at the end of the day but he never really cared for the constant annoyance of class 6 A.

He looked at Kiara and thoughts flooded his mind.

She's a Black Girl . I've never seen a Black Girl in real life before ..... but I still just want to go home .

He was frustrated with school.

She has curly hair just like mom said

Haruki's thoughts ran on an on until he realized that he was staring at the girl at the front. He quickly looked away and she looked down at her feet , awkwardly.

" My name is Kiara Ellis and I am from America." The black girl at the front finally said with a forced smile after what seemed like forever and as quickly as she said the words she was met with immediate hatred and disgust from the school's most popular girl.

"Well go back !" Akiko said with a smirk creeping into her lips and Kiara stared at her and her forced smile faded instantly.

" Don't be rude Akiko , Kiara's a very good student and she'll be staying in this class." Mrs Yamota said smiling like a fool as if she was trying to mask her real emotions.

Haruki looked at Akiko who had pink hair then back at Kiara and then he realized something that would change the way he felt about his class forever.

His thoughts got louder.

Since Kiara is Black , that makes her the only black person in class now. She's like a lamb to a slaughter in this school of bullies.

He was lost in thought when Kiara walked up to the empty seat beside him.

"Do you mind if I sit here ? " Kiara's voice cracked and he could see that her hands were shaking as she approached him.

" It's yours." Haruki said quickly then he looked out the window that he sat by , staring at the cherry blossoms trying to convince himself that something around him could match Kiara's beauty.

As class went on, multiple racist jokes were made targeting Kiara and he felt a bad feeling in his gut each time.

The bell rang and Kiara was the first to reach out the door, probably running away from the hate she was getting.

" Hey Haruki. I'm having a sleepover tonight. Wanna come ? " Akiko approached him as soon as he got up out his seat.

He took up his books and his backpack and turned to the pink haired girl .

" I'm sorry I'm completely booked this week." Haruki lied and he walked away from the bully quickly without another word.

It was lunch time and his stomach turned and all he could think of was Kiara and how he had to protect her from all the bullies at his school.

" Hey Harry . " A familiar voice called Haruki as he walked down the halls looking for Kiara .

He looked back to see his brother and his best friend , Ayame , walking towards him.

His brother , Kazumi was tall and had crimson red hair and wore glasses and his best friend was a short girl with black hair and brown eyes. They were the only two people in the whole school that Haruki liked.

" Stop calling me Harry. My name's is Haruki. " He shouted at his brother and the girl beside him laughed.

" Can we call you Haru then ? " She suggested and he scowled .

He slapped his brother across his head and started pulling them both behind him as he walked.

" Isn't the Lunchroom the other way ? " Ayame asked , obviously confused by Haruki's decision to go the opposite way.

" You're just slowly loosing brains cells , aren't you Harry ? " Kazumi teased his brother and both him and Ayame laughed.

Haruki's older brother and his childhood friend seemed to chatter nonstop but Haruki was done playing around with them.

Haruki stopped suddenly , letting go of their arms and turning to face them. The two friends just continued blabbing their mouths.

" I need to show you guys someone." Haruki said in a whisper, changing the subject and the two troublesome friends nodded at him , finally shutting up.

Haruki led them outside and they looked around until they found Kiara eating  lunch by herself.

" A black lady . Sweet ! " Kazumi said in excitement as he pulled a small camera from his pocket and aimed it at her.

" Shhh , she's gonna see us if you shout like that. " Haruki pulled the two down into a nearby bush hiding from Kiara who was now looking around to see where the voice was coming from.

" Why do you have a camera Dumbass ?" Haruki asked his brother seriously.

" I need to get a picture of her , she's beautiful ."  Kazumi replied and Haruki just stared at him.

" She has a nice body too."

"Stop talking you sound like a perv." Haruki shouted at his brother, slapping him across the side of his head, but he couldn't help but admire her beautiful frame as well.

"And she has different skin ." Kazumi added as a gigantic smile covered his face.

Haruki quickly remembered his mother reading them a bed time story when they were younger. It was about a peasant with different skin.  His eyes lit up.

" Remember? " Kazumi asked

" Yes I remember. " Haruki said as his short white hair blew in the wind , a new sadness found it's way into his eyes.

" The old peasant had different skin , she danced in rags at night "  Haruki stated in a whisper but Kazumi heard him and said the next line

"The old peasant had different skin because it wasn't white. "

" And if you ever saw the peasant be sure to be her friend because her deep dark skin will grant your wishes in the end . " Haruki said these lines then he turned to Kazumi .

"The old peasant was a fairy princess who would dance and sing all day
The old peasant wasn't a peasant at all because she was a Fae "

"You guys don't actually think she's a fairy right ? " Ayame asked as they all peeped at her from behind the bushes.

"No. I just wanted to tell you guys that I am going to make sure Kiara's safe. No one will be able to touch her " Haruki told his brother and he smirked mischievously.

" Does that include you ? " Kazumi teased.

" I didn't mean it like that I meant - " Haruki's sentence was cut off by Kiara's voice asking why they were spying on her.

"We are not spying.We are simply watching over you ." Kazumi told the girl as she stood there awkwardly looking as if she was on the brink of tears.

The three peeping friends got out of the bushes and walked towards Kiara.

" Haruki and Kazumi are both fascinated with you because they've never seen a black girl before." Ayame told Kiara with a smile.

"I'm Ayame. A girl who would like to be your friend." She stretched out her hand but Kiara pulled her into a hug instead and started crying.

Ayame was patting Kiara's back supportively when she saw Haruki giving her a death glare. She quickly pulled out of Kiara's hug and turned the girl with darkskin so she was now facing Haruki.

"I'm Haruki and I'll make sure that no one bullies you." He said and she gave him a hug.

"Really? " She asked not knowing if she should believe him or not.

She let go of him and he nodded.

" You have beautiful hair by the way can I touch it? " Haruki said and before Kiara could answer Haruki's hand was in her hair.

She didn't know that he was putting a tracking device on her and in that moment all she cared about was having friends who were going to protect her from her bullies.

Haruki checked his phone that was connected to the tracking device that he'd put on Kiara and smiled .

The next few days were filled with Haruki showing up everywhere that Kiara was just to make sure she was safe.

He even popped up in the girls restroom just in time to stop her from getting beat up at lunch time and when Kiara asked how he knew she was in the restroom and in trouble he just said.

"I just wanted to use the restroom."

Then Kiara replied.

"But it's the girl's restroom."

" Why can't you just thank me ? " He replied and she folded her arms across her chest

"I did thank you." Kiara said , trying to prevent the smile from taking over her lips .

" Well I guess I was just in the wrong place at the right time . Ok bye" He said then he quickly ran out the girls restroom.

Kiara smiled a genuine smile for the first time in days and that day she felt like she belonged there in Japan , in class 6A and with Haruki.

💕CHAPTER 2 - A CUP FILLED WITH LOVE ☕ 💕

The pink cherry blossom petals floated around in the air as the wind danced with them daintily.

From where I was sitting they looked like tiny pink boats in the expansive sea that was the sky.

There was a green lake in front the log that I sat on .... a lake that held the memories of several summers in Japan and several heartbreaks that had made me who I am now.

I thought of my mother and my eyes became teary, I thought of my brother and I became insecure, but when I thought of Kiara I felt empty like there was a new found hole in my chest where my heart once was.

" Haruki, you wanna go for a ride." Ayame's voice rescued me from being swallowed whole by emptiness.

I turned my head to face her , still sitting on the log. I squinted my eyes at the bright ball of light that was the sun.

She was just standing behind me with her bike , wearing a green sweater and white shorts that was paired with dirty white sneakers that seemed to be turning brown and the colors around me popped as the sun set and for a moment I felt like I was in a Ghibli animation.

Except I wasn't. Actually I was in a world of misery that was nothing like a show made for kids with bright futures and innocent childhoods.

"Yes, of course!" I answered cheerily, a little smile found its way into my lips and I got up off the log that was perfectly perched by the side of the river.

I walked up to her, taking her bike into my hand and without a word we headed off to my house. We walked slowly down the road as I carried her bike with me. It was a very windy day and our hair could not resist the strong persistent wind.

We had a long road ahead of us surrounded by bright green trees and the allure of mother nature.

" Did you tell your father ? " Ayame said , completely destroying the silence that existed all around us .

I felt the hole of emptiness opening up inside me again. Memories of my father fighting with my mother flashed into my mind.

There was some argument about a black child that my mother loved dearly and my father wanted nothing to do with the child. It wasn't a good memory.

" Tell him what ?" I asked genuinely confused.

"That you finally saw a Black girl ! " Ayame smiled brightly at me, but I didn't smile back.

There it was again. The feeling of a hole forming in my chest, an empty space where it hurt so much that I just became numb.

"It's not a big deal. And besides Dad has more important things to focus on than any of my experiences and interests."

I became defensive, I wanted the conversation to end and I didn't want to talk about my father, especially not now.

" So you are interested in her !" Ayame said , then she stopped walking completely.

"I knew something was different about you." She added with a smirk.

" Can you chill. I don't even know her. Maybe we shouldn't go out for a ride today." I stated sadly and suddenly , feeling more annoyed and irritated than usual.

I dropped the bike suddenly and ran off and raindrops started falling out of the sky as if they were summoned by my sadness.

" Haruki ! Haruki ? Where are you going ? " Ayame called after me but I was too busy running away from everything that she had said and everything that kept me up at night.

I ran away so she wouldn't see that I was actually crying.

I left to keep my pride in tact and to protect myself from the shame.

The sky was blue, purple and pink with a bit of orange where the sun was setting . A mixture of colors that seem painted into the scenery .

Since I kept my head down, I could only see it through the reflection in the puddles that were now forming from the rain falling into little cracks in the road.

I went straight home. Our house was like a little brown cabin in the woods, surrounded by trees , and the small creatures that lived in the forest. When I got there , no one was home so I went straight to my bedroom and locked myself inside. Dad wasn't home and Mom had died four years ago. She didn't get to meet the first Black girl I saw and she didn't get to see the light that fluttered into my eyes whenever I looked at Kiara.

Mom had told us a Fantasy of a Beautiful Black Fairy but I knew that a real Black girl wasn't my fantasy and her darkskin didn't mean my wishes were going to be granted.

So yes I could tell the difference between a Fictional Black Girl and one in reality but my problem is somehow when I looked at Kiara I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or awake .

I couldn't tell if she was a superior being or merely human just like me.

She was too good to be true and she seemed like so much more than just a girl.

It hurt me because my father was racist and he was never going to change, but my mother was dumb enough to teach me to love Black women even though she knew that my father was a racist.

She was surely setting me up for failure, she was setting me up to be shunned by the part of the world that I looked most like.

The part of the world that gave me my pale skin and bright eyes.

She was setting me up to put my father to shame and he couldn't forgive her for that and a part of me couldn't forgive her for that.

Now I was destined to be at war with my father which means I was destined to become my mother ; A fragile cup , filled to the brim with love , running over for everyone else and not enough left for herself.

I stood there in my messy room that was filled with posters, and game cards. I sat down on the bed, slowly curling up into a ball, weeping and hoping that I didn't need to get too close to Kiara just to protect her. Hoping that Kiara wouldn't need me in any way.

❣️🧳 CHAPTER 3 - FOREIGNER 🧳❣️

KIARA'S P.O.V

The sunlight knocked on my windows, snuck through my thin white drapes and demanded me to acknowledge its presence.

I opened my dark brown eyes to see bright rays of sunshine peeping through my big glass windows, brightening my light purple room as I laid in bed, still not fully awake.

My room was a display of a monochromatic purple paradise with pretty pastel lavenders and violets with just a few fluffy pink pillows at random places on the floor.

I got up slowly and rubbed my eyes , sitting on my bed , and throwing my floral sheet off of me. I yawned and stretched, then I let my thoughts take over me.

Mom and Dad were probably making breakfast right now. They usually get up around this time. I thought about their daily routine and how I almost never got to go to school on the first day because Mom and I had a big argument.

I didn't want to go to school on the first day because I was afraid and Mom had insisted that I needed to get out of bed and face my fears.

Dad had been too busy focusing on his own stuff to get involved but in the end Mom won and I decided to go to school. When Mom had dropped me off it seemed like a beautiful place. I couldn't believe that I was going to school in Japan.

Mom had thought that because the school was so cute and everything felt like a dream that maybe I wouldn't have a problem going to school. She was wrong. The kids were mean and cruel and I just kept getting bullied because I was Black.

They had giggled to themselves, they had laughed at me and everything I said, whether it was funny or not .

They never tried to know my name, but instead called me anything they wanted to.

On the first day of school Mom had told me how excited she was for me , she dropped me off, said that she loved me and then she left.

I had been about ten minutes early for school. I had started walking towards the big white building that towered over the cherry blossom trees and waved at the clouds with it's large white rooftops.

On my way towards the building I had seen a short girl with long black hair. She had been wearing a white hairband with a big pink bow perched on top of her shiny, straight hair. She had been standing in the middle of a group of kids , that had seemed enchanted by her presence.

I had decided that I would try to be friends with her because she seemed nice. I mean, why would she have had so many kids around her if she was a mean girl ?

I had told myself that I'd count to ten in my head , just to shake the nerves off then I'd walk up to her. At the time I was so stuck in my own head that I hadn't realized that everyone had just stopped and stared at me as I walked by them.

It wasn't until a small pink petal from a cherry blossom was carried by the wind into my field of vision that I realized that other people were around me, other people that were not the group of kids that surrounded the girl with the pink bow or the girl with the pink bow herself. They had all been staring at me with curious looks and disgust. The pink petal went swirling and seemed to be guiding my eyes to a tall boy with silver hair that was all the way up on the 7th floor of the school building.

I could see him through one of the big glass windows on the school building. He was inside , just walking by, his eyes focused straight ahead of him and nowhere in my direction.

I had looked back along the path I had walked to get to the spot where I stood now and saw that everyone that had been staring at me had began pointing and whispering.

The word foreigner had been repeated many times that day and I just knew they were talking about me . I also knew that nothing good was being said.

I had turned away from the people who stared at me and I had resumed walking towards the school building, my pace quickened and I had started staring at the boy with silver hair to distract me from everything else around me. His beauty had been a distraction. His face was truly worthy of attention.

That was the first time I had seen Haruki.

I turned away from his direction quickly when I realized that I was staring at him for too long and started walking in the direction of the short girl with the headband .

I was the only Black girl out there. As a matter of fact I was the only black person out there and for a moment my black skin felt like the T-shirt you wore when your fake friends conveniently forgot to tell you the theme for the party you were going to so they all showed up in cute matching outfits and you showed up in something else. That's what this felt like to me. It felt like I didn't belong in this School. It felt like my skin made me a misfit.

The girl with the pink headband gave me a small smile after I had turned back to her and our eyes met.

"I see you were looking at the boy upstairs. Would you care to tell us why you were staring so hard?" The more I looked at her the more she looked like the leader of a gang of annoying teenagers as she stood in the middle of the crowd of kids that were now roaring with laughter at her question that was directed at me.

"Who? Me ? I wasn't staring. I was just looking around because I didn't know where exactly I was going." I had explained to her.

" You just came here and you're already thirsting over my senpai. I suggest you find one of your own people to reproduce with. I'm going to let you know right now ! He doesn't want you."

The girl with the pink bow in her hair had said, with a new expression on her face that made me realize that she wasn't a girl I should have wanted to be friends with in the first place.

She had looked so innocent but she clearly was just a bitch.

" My name's Kiara. I'm new here and I just want to make friends. I'm not thirsting over that boy. He was just in my field of vision" I explained nervously but the girl didn't seem to care.

" Look Foreigner. You need to know your place. I don't know where you think you're going looking like that."

"Like what ? You sure you wanna talk about looks. You're Hating because I'm a foreigner but you look like an animated mouse."

" You foreigners are all the same , you walk into the place and then believe that you own it. This is my school and I'll never get along with your kind." The short girl with the big pink bow in her hair had argued.

"Maybe you should consider putting some heels on so we can see eye to eye."

I'm sure my words had hurt her that day and there was a few seconds of silence then the smiling kids faces all morphed into disgust.

The next thing I knew I was rolling on the floor after the girl with the pink bow pushed me.

I felt sick to my stomach as I remembered the embarrassment that I had felt in that moment and my alarm clock rescued me from remembering anymore of the horrors of the first day of school.

Wait a minute.... I NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL TODAY. I'M LATE ! I got up off my bed and rushed downstairs to the kitchen to ask mom to give me a ride but no one was in the kitchen making breakfast today.

I ran back upstairs thinking that they must have left already.

I knocked on their white bedroom door.

" Yes Kiara, Good morning." Mom said , followed by a yawn.

"Aren't you guys going to take me to school?"I asked and I heard my Dad laugh from the other side of the door .

" Kiara , you asked to skip today remember? " Mom's sleepy voice came from the other side of the door.

" Oh." I said when I remembered how I came home overwhelmed with emotions after the first day of school. I basically begged them to stay home.

" Your Dad and I are going to work later." Mom said and I turned around and started walking back to my room.

" Can you take me to the mall after work ? The one by the school. I just want to go check it out . I won't be buying anything so you don't have to worry." I asked as I walked away from their bedroom door.

"Yes I'll take you." Mom said as I walked away and I went back into my room, locked my door and practically threw my body into the bed.

I just stayed there staring at the ceiling like it had answers to my biggest problems.

My phone began ringing about 5 minutes later, reminding me to stop staring at the ceiling. I got up and and realized that I was getting a video call from my cousin Ricky who was in America.

I sat up and answered the phone.

I could see his short blonde curls standing out against his dark skin. He had a small slit shaved into his right eyebrow. He was wearing a gold chain and a red varsity jacket.

"Hey Ricky." I answered the phone and my annoying cousin replied in Japanese.

"Konnichiwa Kiara. Daijoubu desu ka ?"

"What do you want ?" I demanded, ignoring his question because I already knew the real reason why he was calling.

" Can't I just call my lovely cousin to check on her without her thinking that I want something?" He whined like a child and it became more obvious that he wanted to ask me for something.

I stared at him and folded my arms across my chest.

"I'm not stupid Ricky. You did say you wanted me to bring back some stuff from Japan. Didn't you ?"

"Okay. Bring me back some fine Japanese bitches."

I hung up the phone.

Ricky was one of the most fun people to be around, he was kind and considerate but sometimes Ricky could be the most annoying person on earth.

My phone started ringing again. Ricky was calling back and I just kept ignoring him , turning my phone on airplane mode just so he couldn't get to me.

I fell asleep shortly after and was only woken up by my mom who was now knocking on my door and calling my name.

"Kiara do you still want to go to the mall ? "

I heard the word ' Mall ' and I was instantly fully awake again.

"Yes." I answered loudly from in my room. I got up immediately with the images of clothing boutiques and cute pastry shops carved into the back of my mind.

A few minutes later my mom and I were in her car , heading towards the mall.

I could feel the cool wind through the windows and the light blue sky

I looked out the windows in awe of everything because everything was so new to me. The roads looked shiny and the whole world around me seemed like some kind of expensive art.

It was captivating. I was captivated and for the first time in my life I wasn't held down my the stripes of an American Flag. I was a traveler. I was a foreigner and even though it hurt when I got attacked by racists. I felt hope that I could be something more than where I was born which meant that someday I would once again find people who made me know I could be more than the color of my skin.

I smiled at the pretty buildings as we passed by them. Big billboards were everywhere, a glamorous place with words that lit up and everyone seemed to be going somewhere.

" Have you managed to make any friends? " Mom asked breaking the silence in the car.

"Yes. There was someone who had protected me from some of the bullies." I told Mom, still staring out the window.

" Really what's her name ?" Mom asked and I thought about telling her that the person I was talking about was actually a guy , but I just went along with what my mom said instead.

"Her name's Ayame." I lied and Mom smiled.

"See I told you there is always someone whose heart is filled with kindness. " She beamed.

I guess Haruki had an heart of gold.

I turned to look at my mom who now thinks that Ayame had protected from the bullies.

" I'd like to meet her someday. " Mom added and I looked at her with wide eyes.

"What ? " I asked.

" The girl who protected you. I'd love to meet her. Her parents must have raised her right."

" Yea. I guess so. " I agreed , thinking about Haruki and how his face alone had managed to capture my attention on the first day of school.

I zoned out , staring out the window again and keeping Haruki's beauty and kindness at the center of my mind.

When we arrived at the mall , there were kids in my uniform everywhere. I guess school was already dismissed.

I was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans shorts. My small Afro was neatly combed and I was just hoping that no one from school would recognize me.

Mom said she couldnt be late for work. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I got out the car.

"Text me when you're done 'window-shopping'." She said .

" I will." I replied and she drove off.

I turned around and walked into the mall and was immediately greeted by brightly colored food shops and an assortment of clothing boutiques. It was amazing. People still stared at me, stopping to take photos of me. Some people asked to take photos with me and others just seemed extremely standoffish and disgusted by my presence.

Are these people all just taking photos of me because I'm black ?

No. It can't be that.... maybe they think I'm a famous singer or something.

A few dozen photos later and I ran into the nearest clothing boutique to hide.

I was greeted by strange looks from the people in the boutique. Even the cashier seemed annoyed by me. I took up the first dress I saw , which was a pink dress with a lot of sparkly diamonds and lace and then I went into the fitting room.

After getting into the fitting room and taking my top off to put on the dress I realized that it was a wedding dress. I had ran into a wedding dress boutique without even noticing. I still tried on the dress, looking at myself in the mirror when I was done as if I was someone new.

I decided quickly that I would be wearing a white dress to my wedding because this pink dress didn't make me feel anything.

Yes I was only 17. No, I wasn't thinking about getting married anytime soon but I couldn't help but let myself get caught up in a fantasy that made me feel like I belonged to something and that one day someone would love me for who I am.

I took it off and exited the fitting room , leaving behind the fantasy of a beautiful wedding that I had created in my head.

As soon as I stepped out of the fitting room I was immediately kicked in the face by reality when the cashier accused me of stealing. There were already two police officers standing by waiting with her when I got out of the fitting room.

How could I have forgotten that I was a Black Woman. How could I have forgotten that I was a Black woman all alone in a mall in Japan .

" Excuse me , the cashier says you stole something from the store." One officer told me and I just stood in front of them with the pink dress still in my hand.

" I didn't steal anything." I said, already frustrated as tears started to form in my eyes.

I put the dress down and tried to walk out the store but the other officer pulled me back by my arm.

" Foreigner, you need to stay right here so we can search you."

" N- nani ? I don't even have a bag." I said, and I quickly realized that they were going to attempt to search the clothes I was wearing while I still had them on.

These police officers must be some perverts to want to search a 17 year old who isn't even wearing clothing that could hide a stolen item.

" Why are you people harassing my fiancé?" I heard a familiar voice ask and I turn around to see Haruki who was now standing behind me with an angry look on his face.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

He ran his hand down my body , gently patting my waist .

"Look at that. She hasn't stolen anything. Now can you people stop bothering her." He said seriously, casually pulling me into his chest.

" Do you want anything from this store ?" He asked and I just started at him in shock.

"No I don't." I said, but he took up a small golden crown of a table of accessories that were behind us.

" This will look good on you." He told me and he pulled out his wallet gave some money to the cashier and took the crown from her that was now in a small white bag.

"Keep the change." He called out to the racist woman, pulling me outside with him, but once we were out the store he whispered something under his breath.

"Bitch." He said, referring to the woman who clearly just told the police I was stealing because I was Black.

I stood there staring at him as he looked at the crown.

My mom words came running back into my mind.

'See I told you there's always someone whose heart is filled with kindness.' My mom's words echoed in my mind and Haruki turned to face me with a sweet smile.

" Kawaii." He said, giving me the crown with one hand and scratching the back of his neck with his other hand. He seemed nervous and fidgety.

Haruki you are the one who is being extremely cute right now.

"Arigato." I said as I took the crown from him, a smile was too shy to appear on my face instead I turned away from him quickly after realizing I was starting to blush .

I turned around to see Ayame and Kazumi standing side by side with bags of popcorn and chips in their hands

"Are we interrupting something?" Ayame asked and Kazumi smirked widely.

"I ship this." Kazumi said and I shook my head aggressively.

" No. You guys aren't interrupting anything. We're just chilling."

"Yea, how believable." Kazumi said sarcastically, then he started to say something again but Haruki grabbed him and put his hand over his mouth causing his brother's voice to become muffled and I couldn't hear what he said next.

"Do you want to hang out with us at the mall for the rest of the day ?" Ayame asked and the boys went ahead of us .

Haruki had let go of his brother's mouth and now they were just arguing back and forth as we walked around in the mall.

" Yes sure." I said.

" You know those boys really like you." Ayame said in a whisper and I just started at her.

" Well I'm glad they do. I couldn't stay here if everyone was Racist." I replied.

" You don't get it do you ? " She said and I was a bit lost.

What was she talking about? What don't I get?

" Kiara." I heard Haruki's voice call after me in a sweet playful way, pulling me away from my thoughts and Ayame and I started walking faster, trying to catch up to the boys who were about two stores ahead of us and standing at the door of a food shop in the mall.

Today was the first day that I had realized that being a foreigner in Japan didn't always have to be traumatizing. Being a foreigner could be fun.

💅🏻💄 Chapter 4 - How to get into a girl's only Sleepover 💄💅🏻

Haruki 's P.O.V

The smell of yummy Katsudon made my nose happy as we stood in the mall that was filled with people that seemed to have just left their jobs or school.

Kiara and Ayame were heading towards me and Kazumi still couldn't shut his big mouth.

" What are you still blabbing about? " I asked my brother and he shrugged, his red hair looking messier than usual today and a confused look was attached to his face.

How clueless could one person be ?

"Would you guys like to order now ?" The old lady at the cash register asked and I looked above her at the large menu that stretched out across the wall behind her.

Fried rice . Onigadon . Katsudon . Ramen. Miso Soup.

I turned to Kiara and Ayame, who had finally catched up to us.

"Kiara, what would you like to eat ?"

"It's ok I ate at home."  The girl with hair that seemed to reach out to the sun said.

"I would like to buy you something to eat now." I said , but she refused my offer again.

" Thank you but I already ate."

"What's on the menu that you'd eat if you hadn't already eaten? " I said when I realized that she must have just been refusing to take food from me because we just met.  I remembered that I was like that too when I first met Ayame but over the years we became best friends and now we buy food for each other all the time. Sometimes we even share rice. I don't share rice with a lot of people.

"Ummm. Katsudon ?"

"Can we get Katsudon please . Two bowls." I said ordering for both myself and Kiara.

Kazumi ordered for himself and Ayame.

"Two large plates of Sesame chicken and fried rice please."

"You weren't supposed to order the same thing for both of us, dummy. You were supposed to order something different so we could share the plates." Ayame complained, pulling Kazumi by his ear.

When the orders were ready Kazumi took them up and gave me my order.

We headed to a nearby table, I gave Kiara her food and she just smiled and took it instead of refusing again.

"Arigato." She said with a cute smile and then she just sat down and turned to observe Ayame and Kazumi who were now seated at our table and already fighting over who got the most food.

Kiara giggled at them, playfully and It did something to me.

I sat down facing her and my cheeks became red.

Most times she seemed uncomfortable, annoyed , sad or frustrated but right now she seemed to be the happiest I've ever seen her.

I was glad that she was happy but I was concerned by the fact that she still hadn't even looked at the food that I had bought her.

"Aren't you going to eat ? " I asked her and she finally stopped watching Ayame and Kazumi's food fight. I mean , " Food argument". I can't take those two anywhere.

" Yes maybe..." She answered and I felt awful.

" I want to see you eating." I said, in a way that probably sounded creepier than I had intended because Ayame and my brother stopped arguing and were now staring at me with smirks on their faces and Kiara was blushing hard.

"I mean, I just want to make sure you eat when you are around me."

Kazumi laughed.

Kiara smiled at me then she gave me a playful look of determination.

"I better eat up then." She giggled and I started admiring her. She seemed to be enjoying every bite.

What a delightful sight she was. A beautiful woman eating a beautiful meal. What could make my heart more happy ?

"Even with a plate full of food in front of you we can still tell there's something else that you really want to eat." Kazumi said with a smirk, interrupting my innocent thoughts.

TO BE CONTINUED .............