Y/n's pov
Okay, guys, it's been a whole day since I've spoken to my dear brother Wakatoshi. My phone has been ringing off the hook, and to avoid a scandal I gotta call him.
"I'm alive," I say once I answer the phone.
"Where are you?" he asks. "Get on facetime now."
"Fine," I say switching it. "What do you want?"
"Where are you?" he asks again. "A bathroom, who's bathroom in that?"
I have a big brain to conceal my location, so I went into the bathtub.
"Come home now," he says.
"No, I don't want to," I say.
"Who are you with?" he asks. "Y/n, tell me where you are right now."
"That's none of your business," I say. "I'm fine."
"Send me the address, I'm coming to pick you up," he says. "Right now."
"No, you're just going to get mad at me," I say. "Just leave me alone."
"Well obviously I'm mad, do you know-?" he starts.
"Did you ever even stop to think about how getting the news that I'm moving across the world makes me feel? Leaving all my friends?" I ask. "Do you not think that I'm mad?"
"I don't see why you should be mad," he says. "You can still call them."
"It's not the same," I say. "Do you not understand how I may be feeling right now? I know I'm a baby but you didn't have to be so rude about it the other day."
"I didn't see it as being mean," he says.
"This is why I can't talk to you right now," I say. "You're being an asshole and... everything is just changing too quickly."
"That's how life is, everything changes Y/n," he says. "You need to understand that."
"I don't want to understand," I say. "I don't like change."
"There's not a choice," he says.
"I just want a break," I say. "Just give me a break."
"You can't always have breaks," he says.
"I'm hanging up," I say. "I don't want to talk to you right now, you're not helping."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to help," he says.
"Neither do I," I say before hanging up, tossing my phone to the side.
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"Are you old enough to be drinking that?" someone asks.
"My age is none of your business," I say.
For the record, I'm not drinking an alcoholic beverage, I'm just sitting at the hotel bar with what looks to be one. It's just a virgin beverage. And we can't forget my nachos.
"You look too young to be here alone," he says.
"And what about it?" I ask. "Who's says that I'm alone, you a stalker or something?"
"So your parents are here?" he asks.
"And are your grandkids here?" I ask. "Maybe your son and his wife, and your ex-wife who waited to divorce you until the kids were old enough to understand."
"How old do you think I am?" he asks.
"How old do you think I am?" I ask.
"Either a twelve-year-old with an attitude or a small teenager," he says.
"Well, you look like you went to school with Moses," I say. "I bet you did your homework on a stone tablet."
"It's the stubble right?" he asks rubbing his chin.
In reality, he doesn't even look that old, kinda like Asahi, but less Japanese, and older.
"You look like you know how to do your taxes," I say. "And it's kinda sus that you came over here to talk to me."
"I'm eighteen," he says.
"Cap," I say before eating another nacho.
"Just look," he says holding up his ID. "Eighteen."
"If you're from here then why are you at a hotel?" I ask.
"I could ask you the same thing," he retorts.
"Who says I'm from here?" I ask.
"Just a guess," he says. "You're fluent in Japanese."
"I don't look Japanese," I say. "So how would you know?"
"I'm assuming that's you're name on your jacket," he says. "Ushijima?"
"It's not," I say quickly pulling it off.
My dumbass really forgot that part.
"It's my friends," I say. "I came here to visit her."
"So then what's your name?" he asks.
"Not that it's any of your business but it's Rebecca," I shrug.
"Becca," he nods his head. "Can I call you that?"
"No, you can't," I say. "I don't know you."
"Ito Haru," he says. "But Haru is just fine."
"Good for you," I say. "Do you want a gold star?"
"Where are you from?" he asks.
"None of your business," I say.
"The states?" he asks.
"None of your business," I repeat.
"Debit cards can be tracked you know," he says.
"I know," I say. "I'm not stupid."
"Well of course I know that," he says.
I forgot about that.
"You don't have any cash do you?" he asks.
"None of your concern," I say.
I used the rest of my cash to cover all the hotel fees.
"I'll cover this one," he laughs setting dome cash on the counter. "And don't use the bank machines around the hotel, that's trackable too."
"Yeah whatever," I say. "I don't owe you shit for the record."
"Of course," he laughs again. "See you around."
"Yeah," I say.
I have a feeling this might go terribly wrong.
Ha ha, laugh funny.
-Crouton