Natsu's mom and dad had a divorce when she was 5. Her brother took his mom's side, but Natsu didn't choose, so she went with her father. She left to live in America, 9 years later her dad leaves the world. Natsu comes across a journal written with h...
I bottom ached as I sat in my living room couch. I stroked the fabric on the couch lightly hoping for it to fill a smallest bit of happiness in me. It didn't though.
"Miss Hinata" I looked up at my dad's attorney. Stan. He looked at me intently. "Did you hear me Miss Hinata"
"Sorry," I mumbled, looking down.
"It's okay" he said sympathetically. "Well, what I said was that your father had a death wish"
I looked up. Death wish?
"He wanted you to live in Japan, he owns a house in Nerima Ward, Tokyo." "Do you want to fulfill his wish?"
No. "Yes"
"Your money will be transferred to you"
With that he left me.
This is going to be hard.
I wish I could say no, but I just can't.
...
911 Katsu lane.
911 Katsu lane.
911 Katsu lane
Funny, 911. Call the police, to late.
I stood in front of a small house with a pale blue walls, like sea foam. My favorite color. So unique among cream colored walls. Lonely.
I sighed opening the door. It looked like a small retro picture from the internet, except for the layers of dust. I walked in, setting my bag on the ground. I brushed of some dust on the closet against the left corner, and put a picture of dad down.
I took a intake of air. Citrus.
Well, I guess this is home.
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