Partners (Transformers Prime)

Prologue

I took my first step in America. So far, the people were nice and the food was served in extreme proportions. There were so many people bustling around the airport and searching for their families.

"Ren!" I hear. I spin around and I see the one and only Miko. My rambunctious sister.

"Miko! I missed you." I rush to meet her, dropping my bags onto the ground and embracing her in a tight hug.

"What have you been up to sis?" She asks.

"Well, if you called every now and then you would know." I jest. "But, it's been good. Tokyo is the same and I don't have to share a room with that smelly girl anymore." I sigh. Miko snickered. Ever since Miko left, I've been sharing a room with the American exchange student. It was torture.

"Where are your host parents?" I ask.

"They're waiting in the car. I think they're embarrassed to be seen with me." She shrugged with her usual mischievous smirk.

"I'm not sure mine has shown up yet. My flight was early. It's a shame we won't be living together." I sigh.

"Yeah," Miko huffs. "We'll see each other at school though." She says reassuringly.

"And I won't have to clean your hair dye out of the sink." I joke, which earned me a punch in the shoulder. I yelp and rub the tender spot.

"You dye your hair too." She huffed.

"I clean up my mess." I counter. She shakes her head at me.

"We're looking for a Ren Nakadai!" I hear a deep voice shout. I pull my attention away from my sister and I see a huge sign with my name in English on it. An older man with blonde hair and a graying beard was holding it. He was accompanied by a short woman with long brown hair, who looked pregnant, and a chubby little boy who was clutching a gaming device in his stubby fingers.

"Looks like your host family." Miko said. I pick up my bags and I approach them. They see me and Miko and lower the signs.

"Which of you is Miss Ren?" The man asks kindly. I raise my hand.

"That would be me, sir," I answer. "This is my sister, Miko." I gesture to her.

"Hiya." She greeted.

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm Joseph, but you can call me Joe." He says, stretching his hand out. I shake his hand and then he does the same with Miko.

"This is my wife, Kim." Joe places a hand on his wife's back. She smiled at me, holding her belly.

"Our son, Matt." He ruffles his boy's hair, which didn't distract him away from his game.

"And our soon to be son or daughter." He concludes, looking fondly at Kim's stomach.

"It is very nice to meet you all," I say.

"Yeah, yeah. So do I get to come over and spend the night?" Miko interrupts.

"Miko, that is very rude." I hiss in Japanese. She shrugged.

"Sorry, my sister doesn't understand that Americans don't like it when someone talks in a different language in front of them." She said, almost sincerely.

"That's alright," Joe says.

"And of course you can come over," Kim says. I could almost see the apprehension in her eyes. "It will be quite cramped I'm afraid." She starts.

"You'll be sharing a room with Matt. We're in the process of setting up a nursery right now. It was supposed to be your room, but we had a happy accident." Joe says, looking at his wife.

Great. I'll be sharing a room with a pre-teen boy. There's no telling what I'm going to have to put up with. Miko started snickering beside me, probably reading my thoughts exactly.