Alice

Chapter two - Ryu Kawasaki

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The room was truly gorgeous, but, nobody was inside.

I look at the lady, a puzzled look was plastered on her face. Confusion swept over her as she didn't understand why there wasn't anybody else inside the room.

She looks at me, I can see the embarrassment in her eyes as she apologizes to me.

"I'm sorry, I was told that he would be here. Turns out he's not."

The puzzlement in her eyes vanishes and quickly translates over to anger.

She stands up straight and lets her hand cover her eyes in disappointment, shame.

"Of course, it's just like him to not show up when called for. Why did I think that he would actually follow our orders this time?!" The accent in her voice is just as thick as ever...

I can sense the disappointment in her breath as she sighs.

I look at the lady and I ask her, "Excuse me but, I still haven't got even the slightest clue as to who you are. Would you mind sharing with this little party of two we've got going here?"

The lady looks down at me, her eyes showing no sign of emotion what-so-ever.

"I'm Yulia Sokolov, but call me Ms Sokolov."

"Hmmmm, no thanks. How 'bout I call ya Yules? How's that sound Yules?"

I nudge her as I call her 'Yules' yet another time.

The look of hatred in her eyes grows, I can tell she hates that name.

I remember being told when I was younger that Russians are scary, but I just shrugged it off as I thought that it was totally useless information.

But Russians ARE scary.

"Sorry to disturb this little chat, but you called for me Ms Sokolov?"

I turn my head to face the doorway.

A boy about my age was standing in the doorway, arms folded, foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

And oh, my goodness. He is GORGEOUS.

The boy has a narrow, refined face with distinct cheekbones and a pointed chin. His slitted Japanese eyes sit horizontally across his face. A short slender nose curves down his face and peaks up just a little bit above his soft, pursed lips. His thick, jet black hair was slicked to the side and his dark skin complimented the white clothes he was wearing.

A plain white T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.

He is true perfection at a glance. The only thing that doesn't quite fit in with his dark and slim Japanese features, is his eye colour.

Blue.

I've never in my life seen a Japanese person with blue eyes, I guess I ticked that one off the bucket list.

The boy starts looking at me with a smile on his face, his lips widen to reveal two rows of perfect, pearly white teeth.

Oh, my goodness, that smile could set aflutter a thousand fan girls poor little unloved hearts.

He starts waving at me, I must've been staring at him for too long.

I wipe away the slight dribble pooling at the side of my mouth and wave back.

Ms Sokolov clears her throat to regain my attention.

"This is Ryu Kawasaki."

Ms Sokolov points in the general direction of the perfect Japanese boy standing in the doorway.

"Hello, I'm Ryu Kawasaki, and as you can tell, yes, I am Japanese."

Ryu then bows his head slightly and walks over towards us.

"I'm going to get to know you very well," he whispers.

Ryu winks at me.

Oh no. He is going to be bad news. I can sense it.

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These people are so much more normal then where I came from...