Fell in love At Port Honjo

Fell in love At Port Honjo

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A trip to an island leads her to unexpected romance with the hottest guy there. Meeting new people and trying to steal the heart of him was her goal. She hated him... but she loved him. Things happen... things that permanently damage her, but she still keeps on with it. beginning is boring, it gets better.
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A trip to an island leads her to unexpected romance with the hottest guy there. Meeting new people and trying to steal the heart of him was her goal. She hated him... but she loved him. Things happen... things that permanently damage her, but she still keeps on with it. beginning is boring, it gets better.

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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Chapter One

Sakura pushed her trolley out of the sliding doors. Finally. After four and a half long hours on the plane, she had arrived. First thing though—she had to find her uncle.

The girl stood on her toes, trying to peer over the sea of heads. Uncle Takaraka said he'd be near the car park—but all Sakura could see were people bustling around, hugging and kissing relatives or waiting for the next plane. A person nearly knocked her over when the pinkette tried to ask for directions to the parking lot.

After walking around, lost for a few more minutes, she came to a stop when nearly running over a girl her age with her trolley.

"Oh, sorry, I'm sorta in a hurry…"

The other girl just smiled, clearly unaware of the anxiety settled in Sakura's green eyes. Instead, she jumped around the trolley and gave her a big, warm hug. The pink-haired teen gasped at the strength of the grip and sighed in relief when the over-excited girl let go.

"Sakura-chan! It's been so long! How are you? Sorry dad isn't here—says he's too old to walk—but of course that's a lie cuz he won last year's swimming contest—but then I was cheering him on and mum says he's very superstitious, maybe that's why he won? Oh, but then he was always a good swimmer—"

Sakura let out the breath she was holding in slowly. Her mother had taught her many breathing techniques and this particular one was for calming down. Finishing off the last of her exercise, Sakura chose then, to interrupt the loud girl.

"…Er, ah…excuse me?" The other teen stopped immediately. "Yes, well er…who…are you?"

"…"

The green-eyed teen took a step back. The blabbering girl had lowered her head and looked like she was about to burst out crying. Sakura could see liquid forming in her light green eyes—her strangely familiar green eyes. Panicking, Sakura held out her hands, praying the girl would not make a scene. She cringed when the teen screamed out loud.

"Ahahahaha! Sakura-chan, you are so funny! I remember you had the best pranks and, and dad nearly got a heart attack from the time you planted a snake on—"

Her words were drowned out by more laughter. Then—

"I'm Mizu remember? C'mon Sakura-chan! Isn't there any memory in that big head of yours?"

At that moment, Sakura felt everything come rushing back. It hit her like a bulldozer, ramming into her with full speed.

Mizu…Mizu…She was sure she'd heard the name before…

"Mizuki-chan! Wait for me!" The little 6-year-old girl called out. "You're running too fast!"

The black-haired girl giggled, slowing down and turning to face her cousin. She watched as Sakura panted heavily, also laughing crazily. They were off to the beach, excited to find rare seashells and worn down treasures.

"Okay, Saku, but next time, you'd better be quick!"

The girl grabbed onto the pinkette's arm and they both skipped over to the rock pools that sat next to the warm sand. Mizuki snatched up as many shells as she could find, in contrast to her careful cousin, who was turning over each shell or rock she had picked up, gazing at every aspect of the small objects. When seeing one she agreed with, the pinkette pocketed it, knowing that one day, everyone would want one just like it…just like her.

"Look, Saku, a crab!" Mizuki had crawled over to one of the larger pools, discreetly peering over the edge of the rock.

Sakura sneaked over to her cousin, examining the creature curiously. Her cousin whispered excitedly about all the facts she knew about the little white crab while the pinkette looked onward eagerly. She looked up at the cheerful dark-haired child and smiled. Almost the same shade of green eyes smiled back at her.

"Mizu…Mizuki-chan?"

Another hug was initiated when the naïve girl finally remembered her older cousin. Now that she thought about it, how could she forget? Mizu may have been only a year older, but she had practically been her best friend back then, protecting Sakura at times when the pinkette needed her the most.

Letting go of the fact that people all around were staring, she jumped on the girl, just as the other teen had done before. Laughing out loud, Sakura couldn't help but think how stupid she had been. After so many years away from Port Honju, she had almost completely forgotten about her favourite cousin!

Takaraka lifted his large, purple sunglasses off his head when he saw his daughter and niece approaching him. Letting out a large, bellowing laugh, he walked over to the two teens who were chatting animatedly.

Sakura immediately let a grin spread across her face when recognizing her Uncle Takaraka. She hadn't seen him for so long, but nothing had changed. Still the same laugh, smile and of course, purple shades. The one thing about her uncle was that he could always make her feel better, no matter how awkward the situation.

"Sakura!" The tall man called out. His niece ran toward him, abandoning her trolley. "How are you?"

Sakura hugged her uncle fiercely, her reply muffled by his bright, hawaiian shirt. The man gestured for his daughter's help in pushing along the trolley whilst he led the two teens to the van.

Piling the light luggage into the back seat, the three of them buckled in and listened to each other's adventures. Sakura had forgotten why she didn't want to come to Port Honju in the first place—it was just like home. If only Ino and Ten Ten had been here. Then it would've been perfect…

The van pulled up into a small driveway, which led up to a large beach house. Sakura remembered coming here all those years ago, with Mizu by her side. The two never separated during Sakura's stays and Takaraka had called them the 'Devil Fish'. Sakura loved the connection between the three of them and she was more than happy to find nothing had changed.

Two oak trees sat on either sides of the house and small bushes littered the land. The beach house used to be a bright, ocean blue building, but through the years of erosion from the wind and salt, the paint had been worn down to a pale blue. The large verandah contained two arm chairs and a small, wooden table. In the afternoon, Sakura's Aunt and Uncle usually settled down to relax there, drinking tropical juice as an evening snack. At least that's what the teen remembered. Hopefully, things between her aunt wouldn't be too awkward.


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