You In Japanese Novels & Stories

Brother… Mom… Please, help me… Tears blur my eyes as their voices cut through the air—words in a language I don’t understand but recognize, sharp and guttural. Japanese, maybe. Or Mandarin. Whatever it is, it sounds like danger. “Dōiu imidesu ka?” [“What do you mean?”] “Tsumari, jōshi. Kare wa mada kodomoda, shinu kamo shirenai.” [“I mean, boss. He’s just a child—he might die.”]

Omake ni hisho o ninshin sa sete shimatta nodesu. Oh no, my mom is speaking in Japanese she only does that when she is very upset. As you both can certainly see that she is upset Mom, please calm down Gabriel and I are trying to smooth things out. My mom takes some deep breaths, then tells me again in Japanese that my father and her warned me about Gabriel.

❧ Fiorella ☙ "Sore wa kanojodesu, kanojo wa muishiki no yōdesu" (It's her, she seems to be unconscious) I heard voices in Japanese or at least that's what I thought was the language they were speaking.

(You taste so good. "Kenji, stop, I need you inside me." We're barely undressed but he does what I ask, pushing himself inside me, keeping up his Japanese until I'm sure I can understand him. "Kimochi ii." (It feels so good.) He pants and I'm so close when he pushes deeply inside me and cries out. "Iku." (I'm coming.) I briefly think of Dane, his finishing and running off when his sister knocks on the door and disappointment flows through me, but it's banished when Kenji stays inside me, his hand reaching down to touch me.

Jaffy added. "No, Of course not. In Japanese, ohayo means Good Morning." I quickly explain. In case they interpret it differently. "Aah. I see." Jaffy and Miette nodded. As if they've finally figured out the math formulas and know how to solve it step by step. That's how their faces look like. "Will you all step aside? You're blocking the door." Someone spoke bitchily from behind, causing us to turn around. Wait, this is the witch from yesterday, the one I really wanted to toss in the garbage can.

he sighs, “Anyway, can you please let him know that I can’t understand Japanese, so I request my secretary to join the meeting.” Although I think Mr. Kanzaki and his colleagues are able to understand Jamie, I follow Jamie’s instructions and mention to them, “Minna-san, konnichiwa. Watashi wa Henrietta tomōshimasu. Mōshiwakearimasenga, Jamie-san wa nihongo ga rikai dekinainode, watashi wa honyaku-sha to shite kaigi ni sanka suru yō ni tanoma remasu. Rikai shite kudasai.”

Aiden As Aiden stepped across the threshold of the apartment, he said, “Tadaima,” the Japanese phrase meaning I’m home that Haru had taught them when he was eight. At the time, Aiden had insisted to his brothers they incorporate Japanese daily expressions into their lives so that both Reo and Haru would be able to quickly settle into their new environment. After all, he wanted them to feel at home, as a part of the new family as soon as possible. Of course, it didn’t take any of them long to learn all the phrases, and once they started using them, they never stopped, and as Aiden had predicted, both Reo and Haru quickly and smoothly settled into their new life with their new stepbrothers.

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

“Well aside from the word ‘Arigato’ of course, because that’s all I know! Haha!” Shit! I mentally curse. How do I get out of this situation? I don’t fucking know any Japanese! My client, the real Yuri Haruko uses English language every time we speak during our spa session! I don’t have the luxury of time to learn. I swallow hard and gives a quick glance at Jack Wills. I feel like he just makes it work as he expectantly stares at me too. I can feel the formation of sweats on my forehead. They are both looking at me intently as I am still gathering my thoughts. I’m fake! I want to shout desperately. In the end, I dive into the puddle of mess I made.

she laughed, looking me up and down like I was dinner. I chuckled and bowed respectfully. “Kon'nichiwa, okusama.” I greeted her. I know my accent isn’t right, but I’m from Boston, and it's not easy to hide this accent. Her face lit up like it was Christmas or something when she heard me speaking Japanese. “HE KNOWS JAPANESE!” she shouted to the rest of the house. I chuckled, shrugging. “Let the boy in.” an older man sighed, taking her arm so I could step in. “It’s cold out there.” he added.