The rest of my time in Paris was relatively quiet. Except for the day I took Tamaki to see the graffiti that Clovis did. He was a little shocked that I knew who was doing it and didn't call the cops. I explained to him why I don't.
It's their form of artwork, not their form of destruction. It's how they express themselves. Yes, they could do it on canvasses, but not all of them have the money to do it, and that's just not how it works. They need more space and freedom than a canvas can give them. In its own way, graffiti can be beautiful.
Now though, the plane that I was taking home to Japan was still about an hour away. There was a young girl, maybe 9 or 10, sitting next to me, her mother beside her.
"You're that famous model, Kasumi Roromiya, right?" she suddenly asks.
I blush a little, "You've seen my work?"
"Yeah! Aceline Fontaine is my favourite model! You two looked really good together! You haven't been in any of the magazines recently, though. Why is that?"
"Yokari, you don't just ask people questions like that!" Her mother chastised her.
I smiled at her mother, "It's quite alright, ma'am. I moved home to Japan after I finished my schooling."
She smiled brightly. "We're here visiting my grandma!"
"Maybe I should go see my grandmother... its been a really long time... since grandpa passed away. Hmm... I'm busy tonight, and tomorrow. So, another day."
"Miss," the little girl began holding out a book, "Could you sign my autograph book?"
I smiled brightly, "Sure." I pulled out a pen and scribbled my K.Romiya with the 'I' dotted with a heart. "There you go."
"Mama! I got my first autograph!! You said it wasn't going to be easy!!" Yokari studied it with bright eyes. "Your last name is Roromiya, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but when I sign autographs it's gotta be quick. And it takes me extra time to do the extra 'ro' bra cause I'm not good at it. Romiya is smoother and easier for me to write. When you've got to start signing things, you'll understand."
"Hmm, has anyone ever asked you to sign anything other than a book?" Yokari kept me busy with questions like that for the rest of the flight.
"Bye, Yukari, Mrs.Takina. I hope you have a lovely visit," I bid the two farewell as I began to look for my ride.
When I spotted him, he was already looking in my direction, "Kyoya!" I rushed over to him and gave him a hug.
He chuckled as he hugged me back, "How was America?"
"It was cold in New York! Really cold," I lied expertly as we went to pick up my suitcase. "The city life certainly inspired some designs, though."
"That's good to hear."
We found my suitcase and exited the airport. The driver put my suitcase in the trunk, and the two of us slipped into the car.
"So, how was Paris?"
"It was nice, I suppose. Far too gaudy compared to the way I lived."
"So you didn't enjoy the Shangri-La Paris?" He asked me this teasingly.
I rolled my eyes and hit him on the shoulder playfully, "I loved the Shangri-La. It was beautiful. But I would've been just as happy with a less expensive hotel. I had a view of the Eiffel Tower for 7 years, I didn't necessarily need one."
They took me back to my place. The driver got out my suitcase and Kyoya stole it from him before I could.
"You don't have to do that, Kyoya."
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The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Your Tricks Won't Make Me Fall!!] Seven years have passed since Kasumi went away, and she's finally ready to return home. She thought she would go home as soon as she turned 18; when the choice was hers. One of the universities that Yuzu...
