(This is all in Japanese for Kiyoki, but I'm not fluent in it, so I'm writing it in English)
"Fine. Run off and go to America. See if I care." Her father scoffed, pushing his glasses over his pale gold eyes, continuing to his work.
"...I know." Kiyoki Minato sighed. She turned around, her Celeste blue hair whipping around as she did.
Kiyoki grabbed her bags, her ultramarine eyes meeting her mother's royal blue eyes.
She ran over and hugged her short, slightly plump mother, almost crying. She would be gone for her entire high school life.
"I'll miss you," Her mother whispered.
"Me too.." Kiyoki mumbled, pulling back.
"You better go if you want to catch the train," Her mom smiled weakly.
Kiyoki wiped away whatever tears had come from her eyes, "Yes ma'am."
Kiyoki walked outside, looking back for a moment, before walking away.
"You wanted this," She mumbled to herself, "you asked to see how Americans love their lives. You have no right to be said on your own choices."
"Kiyoki!!" Her brothers huffed and ran up to her.
Kiyoki looked at her brothers, one merely six, the other thirteen.
"You forgot to say goodbye!!" Himari, her thirteen year old brother, whined. He had bright golden eyes and hair.
"Yeah!!" Etsu, the six year old, agreed. Shaking his auburn haired head.
"I'm sorry!" Kiyoki laughed, pulling them into a hug, "I'll miss you both."
She had to pull away far too much quicker than she wished, but she had a train to catch.
"We love you!!" Himari yelled as Kiyoki walked down the hill to the town, to which Kiyoki waved a goodbye.
Kiyoki turned around. And that would be the last time she would see her brothers in a whole year.
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My Heart Flower
RomanceKiyoki Minato (みなときき) was a girl who had transferred from Japan. She was always carrying a flower on hand. She was gorgeous, but she was tall. This made her get bullied often. But her friend and host home, Jane Agatha (ジェーン・アガサ), was always looking...
