Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Home Again, Takuya Returns: Yalanda's Story ❯ The Flight, Arrival, and the Strange, Red Creature ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2 The Flight, the Arrival, and the Strange, Red
Creature

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The plane ride turns out to be fun. The food isn't bad.
We see an old Godzilla movie, I read for awhile, then I
take a nap. When I wake up, I notice that we're flying over
a city. The cars, buildings, and people look like ants and
dots. "So you're finally awake," my mom says. "How did
you sleep?" "I slept well," I tell her, yawning. I didn't realize
I've slept for a long time. "Are we in Japan?" I ask. "Mmm-hmm,"
Mom replies, nodding. "But we're not in Shibuya yet."
"We're going to Shibuya?!" I cry, a little too loudly. "Yes,"
Mom says, placing a finger to her lips. "Don't talk so loud."
"Sorry," I murmur. I turn back to the window. Suddenly, the
speakers on the plane crackles and a man's voice comes
through: "This is your captain speaking. We'll be landing in
Shibuya within the hour. That is all." "Please put your seats
in an upright position and fasten your seatbelts", a
stewardess announces. An hour later, the plane lands. As
soon as it stops, everybody gets off the plane. Mom and I
get off after a fat man. I look up at the airport. The sign is
written in Japanese and American. Mom and I walk into
the airport. Japanese people are rushing about and flights
are being called in Japanese. We stop by a payphone.
Mom picks up some receiver, puts some coins in, and
dials a number. I hear her talking to someone in Japanese.
She's very good at speaking and writing it. She sounds like
them when she speaks the language. After a few minutes,
she hangs up. I have to call the moving company to see if
our furniture has arrived. I nod and go back to observing
the airport. Two Japanese boys are playing
Rock---Paper---Scissors in a row of seats not too far from
us. Their dad is reading a magazine of some sort. An old
woman is slowly making her way through the front doors of
the airport. A man in a grey business suit runs by,
clutching his suitcases. "Yalanda," Mom says."Huh?" I say,
turning to her. "The movers aren't at our house yet, but
they will be," she tells me. "So, we need to get there before
they do." "Did you call a cab?" I ask. "Yes," Mom answers.
"They'll be here in 25 minutes or more." I nod again. We
take a seat near the Japanese kids and wait. One boy
looks about my age. They laugh and continue playing the
game. The younger one, suddenly, glances at me. He
smiles shyly. The older one stares at me. I gaze back. The
little boy says something to his younger brother. The older
boy laughs. The younger one grins at me. He must really
like me. They talk some more. A flight is called. The boys
and their day get up, grab their suitcases, and walk off.
The little boy waves good-bye to me. I wave back. 15
minutes later, I'm bored to death. I'm wishing the cab
would come sooner. Mom's reading a Japanese
magazine. It must be really interesting. Two more minutes
go by. I twist my hair with my index finger. Just as I'm
about to go insane, a slim man in what looks like a Taxi
cab hat comes in. He looks around, then sees me. He
hurries over to Mom and I. He says something to me in
Japanese, but I can't understand it. Mom glances up from
her magazine. She says something him, then turns to me.
"Let's go," she says, getting up. I follow. We follow the man
to the cab. We get in on the right side. Mom says
something to him and we drive off. The ride lasts about 20
minutes. I see our new house from the cab. It looks like an
ordinary American home. Mom pays the driver and we get
out after the door opens. A car pulls up to the house after
the cab leaves. Out of the car steps a man in a navy blue
suit. The salesman. Mom hurries over to him. I see him
hand her a key to the house. Two kids on bikes ride past
us. I notice that the street slops a little. Either that or it's
my imagination playing tricks on me. I have a very good
imagination. Minutes later, a moving truck arrives. The
movers. I hear Mom thank the man,(I think she thanks
him. I can't speak Japanese, so I can't tell.) And he gets
into his car and leaves. The movers are already moving
our furniture into the house. A mom and two kids are
standing on their stoop or something watching the movers
bringing in our furniture. A cool breeze toys with my hair. I
breathe in and out a few times. I, then, stretch a little and
look up at a tree across the street. I gasp. Something that
looks like a monster is peeking from the branches at me! I
turn to get Mom, but she must've went into the house. I
turn back to the tree. I don't see the monster anymore.
'What was that?!' I think.'And why was it looking at me?!'
"Yalanda!" I hear Mom call. "Yeah, Mom?" I call back. "Come
inside and unpack your clothes!" she calls from the
doorway. "O.K.!" I shout to her, then run into the house.



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