Simple Notes (Area 11 fanfiction)

Chapter One

Akira opened her grey eyes sleepily and hissed at the bright light that filtered through the thin curtains in her room. Pulling the covers higher over her head, she hid her face from the offending sunshine and her wavy reddy-orange hair spread it's self on her pillow in a fluffy tangle.

 

Somebody knocked at her door gently and Akira heard soft feet pading into the room, she moved her head so that she could see the Japanese landlady, Kyoko-Kun. She flung open the curtains with a flourish and Akira groaned, blinking rapidly at the change in light level. Kyoko-Kun smiled at me and quickly yanked my duvet off so that I was forced to get up and tidy my bed away.

"Ohayō misuakira wa, sore ga ima me o samasu tame no jikandesu!" (Good morning Miss Akira, it's time to wake up now!) Kyoko-Kun chirped, Akira smiled at her polietly and stood up, bowing slightly. She smiled back and left the room, sliding the door closed behind her.

 

Akira would have replied, she would have said 'o editsOhayō Kyōko-Kun!' (Good morning Kyoko-Kun!). She would have said something if she could've. That's what made her a freak, the fact that she couldn't talk back.

 

The medics said that it was some sort of medical condition, that her vocal chords hadn't developed when she was a feotus and therefore she couldn't talk. You may think that it's just a case of trying to speak, but it's not. Akira tries her hardest to talk but she's trapped in a silent bubble that seperates her from everybody else in Japan.

 

Akira exhaled and gathered up her bedding, folding it neatly and sliding open the closet with her foot to place the bedding and pillow in storage. Closing the closet, she padded softly into the kitchen and turned on the kettle to make some tea and grabbed a packet of rice out of the cupboard, cutting open the packet slightly and bunging it into the microwave to cook. Akira opened her little fridge and picked out two eggs and a couple of slices of ham, getting the main ingredients for her usual breakfast.

 

Akira didn't even try to eat normal breakfast foods, the only ones that she knew where toast and a Welsh breakfast. Welsh breakfasts are made up of bacon, mushrooms, black pudding and porridge. They tasted nice, as far as Akira knew but it had been a while since she'd last had the breakfast of her nationality.

She cooked the eggs and ham before shoving them into a bowl with the rice. Wolfing it down before jogging into the wash room to get dressed for the day.