Meeting You - OHSHC Fanfic

Prologue

Everything about this entire situation seemed surreal.

The plane landed smoothly on the tarmac, the engines on either side of me quieting as they slowly pulled the aircraft to a stop. The intercom was turned on for a brief moment, just enough time for the pilot to inform the passengers of our arrival, then shut off as I began to stand and reach for my belongings.

It was strange being the only passenger on a plane -- crew excluded. Boarding planes was not a common occurrence in my life, granted; The only other time I was on a plane, I was five... And unconscious. Point being that I did not tend to travel much, and therefore had not acquired the taste for flying.

Not like I had much of a choice, to begin with.

The Stewardess escorted me off the aircraft -- She held my hand as she helped me walk down the semi-steep staircase that had been rolled up beside the flying deathtrap as a means of an easy exit -- and then handed me off to a dapper looking man, maybe in his mid 50's, who had been leaning against an awaiting limousine.

"Miss Hitachiin." He smiled as he took off his cap, bowing to me slightly. "As soon as your bags are loaded into the trunk, we will be on our way." He straightened up and opened on the back doors, waiting for me to step inside.

Even though it had been a few months, it seemed like only yesterday that I was being released from the hospital for good, the only exceptions being a couple of medications and a once-over check-up before my flight. After living in a place out of necessity for 10 years with an old great aunt that doesn't particularly like anybody, coming home should be a massive relief. But, for me, it wasn't.

Great Aunt Shotaro had grown somewhat attached to me after those ten years. If it weren't for the fact that she one day decided to never again wake up, then I would probably still be in New York. But, with her gone -- and my doctors finally releasing me from all medical obligations, except for a few medications -- I had no real reason to stay. And, legally speaking, I wasn't yet old enough to live on my own. I was, after all, only 15 at the time.

The ride to my childhood home -- A place so vague in my memory that I couldn't quite remember it all too well -- was a quiet one. The vehicle's engine let out only a slight hum, but even that was barely noticeable. I could see the driver -- Or Chauffeur, as I believe was his official title -- in the front seat, hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. It was already too dark to see anything outside. Having a conversation with him failed, as he had rolled up the window in between us before he drove off.

My phone was of no use to me, as Auntie never believed having international calling was worthwhile. Not like I had any friends to chat with back home, anyway. Having tests continually being done doesn't give one much free time, whether they be medical tests or school tests.

We came to a stop, and the engine was turned off. The chauffeur came around the vehicle and opened my door for me. My nerves were going haywire.

An enormous building stood in front of me as I stepped out of the vehicle. I remembered it from when I was tiny, of course, but it didn't look any smaller. It almost looked bigger.

I walked up to the door, following one of the male servants that had come out to collect my bags, and stepped inside the massive entrance corridor.

I wasn't allowed enough time to gaze at the beautifully familiar details of the room before being demanded to follow one the maids up the stairs and into a room. 

My room.

These actions were understandable, I suppose. It was well past midnight here, about 3 in the morning, and these poor servants wanted to go to bed. I didn't blame them, though. Who wouldn't be tired at 3 AM on a weekday?

The reason I wasn't yet tired was because of jet lag. It was still on 2 in the afternoon where I had lived for the past 10 years, so my body wasn't yet producing the melatonin it needed to be tired.

After the maids and other servants rushed off in a hurry, I took some of my melatonin tablets -- one of the few over-the-counter medications that I was allowed to have a constant supply of -- and got ready for bed. Within the next hour, my eyes were finally starting to droop. I don't remember when I fell asleep that night, but I do remember the next day vividly.