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I mostly listened, sipped sparkling water, and tried not to let the rich smells overwhelm my still-sensitive stomach. When plates were finally cleared, Sakura leaned toward me, eyes bright. “Dante says you’ll stay three more days?” I glanced at him. He gave a small nod, permission, encouragement. “Yes,” I said. “He wants me to see the city.” Sakura clapped once, softly. “Then we must shop. There are things you’ll need, kimono for evenings, comfortable shoes for walking, perhaps something beautiful for… later.” Her smile turned knowing. “A woman should feel beautiful when she tells the father of her child the most important news, she said in Japanese teasingly.”

When KY gets to Springfield, KY'll figure out what KY'll do next from there. KY pays for it all in cash. The ticket, the water bottle, and the bag of pretzels. KY doesn't want anyone tracing KY through KY's bank cards. Forty minutes later, KY boards the bus. Yanking KY's hood over KY's head, KY falls into the uncomfortably stiff seat. KY'm tired. A car backfires outside, and KY jumps. KY takes a second glance around the bus, seeing who else is on it. At least there's no one who looks like they're here to kill KY.

The weather was cloudy and temperate and not hot and not cold. The visitors center itself stood as a small wooden building with a slanted roof and a pair of scarlet-red lanterns hanging at the door. Brochures were piled neat inside—Bamboo Grove excursions, boat cruises on the river, cultural tea ceremonies, rental kimonos. A young woman working behind the counter greeted me in Japanese and I bowed lightly and muttered, "Just browsing." I did not require a guide or map. I just needed to walk. And so I did

she grins. "Well then, I think we should go here. "Nathan said pointing on the map Yuki gave them. "Nakasaki-cho." Kimberly read it. "It says that there's a traditional kimono shop, and the place fits the scene, wanna' go?" "Seriously?!" Kimberly exclaim again. "Of course!" he said and pulls her to the location. "What do you think honey?" Kimberly ask while turning around to shows the kimono on him. "You're beautiful! And I think we need to go to that salon for your hair to make it perfect." he smile.

he confirms. Kyoto in late October is the beginning of the autumn color change — the maples just starting to turn at the edges, the city operating at the specific frequency of a place that has been receiving visitors for centuries and has developed a complete equanimity about it. It is not indifferent to visitors — it simply does not perform for them. The city continues being what it is, and the visitors may or may not understand what they are seeing.

she explained with pride, “in Kyoto. Have you ever been to Japan?” “No, but I really would love to go.” She nodded. “It’s beautiful, and during cherry blossom season, it’s breathtaking. As you can see, it’s quite large and rectangular. The are fifteen larger rocks, but they are placed so you can never see them all at the same time.” “Oh, I like that,” I said sincerely. The metaphorical implications were crazy-ass. “If you’re planning to stay here more than a few minutes, I suggest you take a spot in the shade,” she said. “Now, I’ll leave you to it.”

before Oikawa could complete, the door to my room opened to reveal a person. "Boss has booked your tickets for Kyoto, there's an urgent mission you need to attend to. Your flight leaves in an hour so hurry up, Both of you " the person bowed on completion of his message from the head and left us in solitude yet once again. We exchanged looks and sighed heavily as we knew our plan of going out was cancelled. "Let's go" Oikawa got off the bed and walked towards the door, opened it and waited for me to follow. The trip to Kyoto was one hell of a trip to remember.

Kyoto, Japan July 28, 2008 "Hi Nina? How was school today?" The man asked every time I got home from school. It was a very hot day, and even though I was wearing a short school skirt, it was still very hot. "Do you need anything, Mr. Andrew?" I asked, trying to offer him a friendly smile and the courtesy of being a guest at our inn. It was a traditional inn with hot springs and a very popular natural attraction. Despite being an old inn, the building was over 100 years old, tourists still came to stay.

Of course, Ryu exaggerated what Kyoko wanted to report, hoping to convince anyone listening that Kyoko's information was valuable. “Yeah. I’m sure Sandaime will be surprised.” Kyoko was more surprised at how smoothly she’d been able to refer to Kenji as Sandaime so far. “Alright, I’ll book the tickets to Osaka with you. Hmm… maybe we can stop somewhere on the way?” They should have concluded the conversation by discussing the tickets, but Ryu insisted on continuing. Ryu would never end such an awkwardly intimate conversation so easily. “Stop where?” Kyoko clenched her teeth in frustration again.

The two journals spoke to each other across the desk, across the days, across the years. They were in the study on the first morning of the thirteenth year. Both journals open. The Japanese vocabulary book is on the corner of the desk, next to Don's coffee mug. The container research in the folder Ernest had assembled across December — the hotels in Kyoto confirmed, the specific garden with the eleven-generation family confirmed, the train schedules and the maps and the phrasebook and the list of things to pack and the list of things to leave behind.