(Karamatsu X Reader) Barrière du langage

Chapter 1: Iyami's long lost sister

"Look at you (Y/N)," started your father, his eyes morphing his face into an expression you had never seen on his face before, "you're a fine grown woman."

He ruffled your hair gently with his old, (ridée) hand. Richard (F/N) was a business man, travelling around the world to sell electronic products, which got really popular back in his days.
He had a great career and was successful. Even if he definitely had the ressources for such a practice, when he had you, he raised you to become independant and strong willed, never having believed in spoiling their rotten child till death.

"I'm sorry I never had the guts to tell you what I am about to before." He searched in his pants' front pockets, handing you a picture of a boy with a very visible overbite.

"What's this about, dad?" You took the picture, curious about the relation you had to this mysterious boy.

"... This is your half-brother. Iyami." He sighed, as if he was tired of keeping the secret. "Your mom doesn't know yet. Please don't tell her..."

You stared at the teenager in the picture. He looked nothing like you or your dad, as if he never was part of the family, never was part of your happy picture. He didn't even look french. A total stranger to you.

"Iyami..."

"Listen, (Y/N), I made a mistake back then. And I can't go fix it by myself." He made you turn the picture, revealing an adress. His eyes pleading yours. "Will you please help me?"

"What do you want me to do about him?" you asked, your brows showing your confusion. It wasn't everyday that your dad asked you such a favor.

"I would like you to travel to Japan, where I met his mother, and find your sibling. I managed to exchange some letters with her back then, but something must have happened and I lost contact." He tapped gently on the words behind the picture, his eyes never leaving yours. "This was her old adress. I believe you will be able to find him if you search from there."

Your eyes went from his to the adress written black on white.

"Please make sure he lives confortably and bring him back to France if needed. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to my own children, even if I never met him." He closed his eyes, making himself confortable in his wheelchair, and you heard footsteps from the next room.
Quickly stuffing the small photograph in your own pocket, you accepted the request, enthusiastic to meet a brother you never had.

Later the same week, your father had found an excuse to send you to Japan by plane. You remember him winking at you at Paris' airport, your parents gently waving at you as you embarked into the gigantic engine.

As sleep overtook you, you took one last gentle look at your half-brother's face, not even smiling but still showing his front teeth with ease.

The flight took place without any issue, as it should. You smiled as your feet touched Japan groud, calling a taxi to bring you to a hotel nearby. It was nearly 9pm, and even after sleeping during the long hours of travel, you still felt tired.

"Hotel Akatsuka, please." you indicated in japanese. You had started learning by yourself a few days before, and you didn't make much progress, but you could still give basic directions to the driver. You sighed. 'I really have to learn more than this to be able to converse with my little brother. I hope he's okay with english, at least...'

The ride was smooth. Your tired eyes rested on the view outside the taxi. The streets illuminated with all colors existing in this world. A flow of people busily making their way through the crossroad. Going here and there. Orderly. Going back, going straight, turning around the corner and disappearing forever. You'll never remember their faces, but watching the people outside without a care was entertaining.

An half an hour later, you arrived at the hotel. It wasn't that fancy looking, but it still was big and bright. A few windows were lit up by a pale, lively yellow light. You paid the driver and muttered a quiet thanks, as he got your luggage out of his trunk.
You quickly rolled them to the hotel's reception.

If the outside wasn't remarkable, the contrast between the pure white walls and fancy red carpet truly made this hotel look special. You could notice a few gold objects here and there, a chandelier, some details on the carpet and curtains, the little bell to call the receptionnist. You made it ring gently.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" an elegant woman in a black, maybe dark blue uniform asked in japanese. You understand the first words but eventually got lost.

"I'm sorry, do you speak english?" you asked shyly.

"Of course. Welcome to Akatsuka Hotel, have you made a reservation?" she asked again, in english, with her noticable japanese accent.

"It must be under (Y/N) (L/N)."

She looked at a notebook, and checked a box next to your name.

"Very well Miss. I shall guide you to room number 224. May I take your luggage?" she stepped out of the little front office, and, keys in hand, showed you to your room.

The hotel truly was bigger inside. Had this lady not shown you the way, you would have definitely gotten lost.

Finally, room 224. Keys turned and mecanic clics. You were surprised by a sweet scent of flowers. "Very well miss (L/N), have a great rest. Do not hesitate to call us if you require anything." she bowed, handing you the keys to this room before leaving.

The door opened to a small but functional living room, and an open kitchen. On the side, two bedrooms, the bathroom and a little closet.
A beautiful little hotel room just for you, and a very comfortable bed for you to instantly fall asleep in.