Ayumi-San wants out of the lifestyle that she has dragged her sister into living while they've grown up together. The two find themselves fleeing to America trying to start a new, but find themselves in deeper waters than before...
Kiko and Paris found a lot of clothes for themselves. I, on the other hand, came across a boba tea shack, mochi ice cream parlor and was onto my second cup of boba.
"We have a food court," Paris lifts her shades and Kiko came out of Chanel.
I still read it as 'channel'... I honestly don't know the difference when reading it. But when I speak aloud, I'll recognize it.
"Yes, I'd like to be fed," I remained a neutral look on my face and Paris laughs.
Leading us up the escalators, Paris' complexion radiated from the clear glass above us as a roof and the sun beamed down. I quickly avert my eyes away when I noticed a change in her foot position and she had just turned around to check on us.
So much for peripheral vision.
Letting out a light sigh, me and Kiko followed Paris into the food court and my mouth watered as much as it did dropped.
"S-sss so many choices," I looked amazed at all the restaurants.
"We had this back at Japan Ayumi-San, did you not go see for yourself?" Kiko looked at me with a curious look.
I paid no mind and I fell in love with the different smells of food. I could hear Paris faintly in the back laughing but I could care less. I'm starving.
Wandering to my first pick, I went with Chinese food; I love white rice with the boneless red spare ribs and steamed broccoli. If only they served ginger te- huh- whaaa?
They serve ginger tea?!
I was given a large take out container and a set of chopsticks along with a glass bottle of sparkling ginger tea .
I see Paris and Kiko waiting diligently on my return.
"You had two large boba teas and lord knows how much mochi ice cream you ate and now.. a large order of Chinese food?" Paris raises a brow, curious as to how much food I can eat.
"Hai, I am very hungry. I've never eaten in a public place such as this. I look forward to enjoying every last bite and the other delicious meals this place has to offer," I nodded assertively and pointed my chopsticks at her.
Paris shook her head with a smile and shrugged, "To think you're a killer," she laughed at her own joke.
I couldn't speak because I had food in my mouth, but I spun my chopsticks in my hand getting both Paris and Kiko's attention. I spotted someone across the food court getting ready to dip a French fry.
Carefully breathing, I flicked my wrist and the chopsticks darted towards the victim. The young boy hesitated and was spooked when one of my chopsticks hit his hand and he dropped his fry. But the real entertainment was when the other chopstick knocked over his container of fries onto the floor and he got up and ran away.
"Ayumi-San," my sister whines.
I hid my smile as the man continuously runs around the food court amazed yet startled. Paris gave me a certain look that made me tingle. I don't know what to feel.
"You have a beautiful smile," Paris changed my focus as I grabbed a second set of chopsticks to finish eating.
"T-thank you," I nodded my head and went back eating.
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"Ayumi, Kiko and I did our shopping, what about you?" Paris spins on her heel to look at me.
Kiko and her had their hands full of clothing and other things.. I'm just full in my stomach. It was a well deserved meal.
I catch a Chinese store a saw kunai knifes and other things that caught my eye at the front counter.
"Let's find at lesst one thing for you. We're not leaving until we do," Paris turns her nose up.
I turned around and started making my way over to the china shop. My eyes danced at all the flashy and sharp objects.
My eyes stopped in front of the sword display of the shop. A black bladed katana caught my attention and I couldn't help but stare at it. The craftsmanship was pure mastery. I don't think I've ever come across a blade with such work.
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"A beautiful blade for a beautiful woman," an old man approaches me from behind the counter.
"Why is a Japanese sword on display of a Chinese authenticated store?" I raised my brow, still admiring the blade.
"I sell cheaper then since you realized that," the old man laughed.
"$3600" he said plainly.
"Deal." I tossed a wad of cash at him and hopped over the glass counter top and he toppled to the side.
Lifting the blade off the rack, I could feel it's weight work against me but at the same time, it's light as ever.
I remained standing behind the countertop lost in the beauty of the black katana, I've always wanted to own one of my own. Now I have this one to add to my weaponry collection.
"Ayumi- San, don't run off like that," my sister catches up to me and I hear shopping bags rustling with heavy breathing catch my ears.
Placing the sword back into its pocket, I held it with both hands and a satisfied smile on my face.
"Finished shopping," I smiled and bowed at Kiko and Paris. The man beside me was looking at me as if I was crazy, but I finally went shopping in America.
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I sat happily throughout the car ride. Almost tapping my feet to the american music.
"You were suppose to get a new wardrobe," Kiko face palms herself with a smile.
"I like this better," I took out the blade and showed her.
"Dresses and perfume are things you're supposed to get excited about," my sister gives me a small smile but she shakes her head, "I'll help you out the next time we go to a shopping mall. No eating next time," she promises.
I was taken aback and my head snaps towards her direction, I could feel my heart sink a million miles underwater.
"No eat? But why Kiko- Chan?! The food!" I protested.
Paris had a hard time trying to contain her giggle and even snorted for a mere second.
"Apologies, it's just- I can't even explain myself on this. Ayumi, you genuinely are something admirable," Paris readjusts herself in her seat and finally gets a hold of herself
