Fujioka #2 (OHSHC Fanfic) [Under Construction]

Chapter 1

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(A/N: Please excuse the Japanese used in the written text. Blame the internet all you want *cough* *cough* Google Translate *cough* *cough*)

Haya Fujioka, how could a person describe such a bizarre being. Her physical features are average, beautiful face, slim body, and possesses an average height of 5'7.5. Her mental ability is outstanding, quick thinking, observant, and getting high grades is child's play for her.

What is inside the perfect girl on the outside? A monster not even a devil wants too mess with. Her personality is casual, sweet, solemn, and short-tempered. Although push her, and she can just make you choke with her glare. She is capable of breaking your arm with her hand.

An intelligent girl who contains musical and physical talents is not to be messed with...
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So, how will Haruhi react?
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Haya's POV
"Hello Passengers, we are now descending to the runway. Please fasten your seat-belts and prepare for a rough landing." The intercom woman said in English, then repeated in Japanese. I latched my belt and smiled as I watched the plane go down through the window.

From what I have seen above, Japan seems to have lively cities and areas. I felt the plane land as some of the passengers shook slightly, and the children began doing the 'AAAH!' sound making their voices seem auto-tuned. The plane eventually came to a smooth land, and I unhooked the belt.

"Waah! It has been 13 years since I last saw Japan!" I said stretching from the cramped seat as some other passengers stared at me weirdly, it is probably because I was speaking English. "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!" I said nervously as those passengers stared at me oddly.

I remained flustered as I grabbed my purple backpack from the upper compartments, and headed outside as quick as I could...TT^TT...
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I bet I looked so lost, going everywhere and reading the signs and directions so slowly. Well, you can't blame me, I haven't spoken in Japanese in forever. I finally found the waiting area, and grabbed my green flip-phone and released it from airplane mode.

"Mou, where can Otou-san be? He emailed he would be here by now." I said with a lazy expression. "asdfghjkl...." is what heard behind me as I saw this man/woman thing along with a girl with an adorable face.

"Ano, I cannot speak really well Japanese yet." I said in English as man/woman thing sweatdropped and 'its' expression looked as if it were constipated. The girl giggled and opened here mouth to speak...

"My n-name is Haruhi Fujioka, I a-am you-ur s-sis-sister." She said with broken English although she is grammatically correct. I hugged her and nodded, "Otou-san, gomen gomen. Watashi wa nihongo wo ichigatsu narrate imasu. Watashi no nihongo wa heta desu." I said bowing, not sure if I should bow or not.

"It is okay my child, we are a happy family now!" He said in Japanese and I understood. I smiled and hugged the two. "Well, let's go now before I get jet-lag before I faint." I said in Japanese as well.

They nodded and I nodded but I remembered one thing...."Wait..I FORGOT MY LUGGAGE!"
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Haya soon afterward got her luggage, and they drove home. As they gave to the new apartment room, as she entered her apartment room next to her father's and Haruhi's, she immediately fell from jet-lag into the carpeted floor.

(OTD: White V-Neck, Shorts, Oversized-Dark Brown Hoodie, and some Worn-Out Converse)

*First Day at School*
"Thank You Driver - san!" I said as I handed our taxi driver the right amount of change as he smiled and left. I looked at this school and the first thing I thought, or said aloud, "Why the hell is this school so pink?" I said, as Haruhi shrugged to my statement.