Idk what to title this yeah
Ichiro had never traveled outside of Japan before. He had never traveled regardless unless it had been by foot. And even then, he had never left Tokyo. He had been there since the day he was born.
So being told that a private jet was going to pick him up and fly him to St. Maarten was not a familiar experience…
He felt horribly out of place in the small but still rather luxurious jet that Emmet’s family apparently owned…Damn, Emmet was rich…
The street rat tugged at the strap of his messenger bag filled with articles of clothing Emiko had given him previously, a little wary of the weird looks the crew were giving their passenger.
But why wouldn’t they? He was a small kid wearing clothes two times too big for him…But once he explained he was with Emmet Kane, they understood and welcomed him aboard like they would anyone else. That was nice…getting treated like a person.
He had hesitantly took a seat on one of the plush chairs, strapping himself in and fiddling with his phone, curled up in the blanket one of the crew gave him as they prepared to take off.
He swore he had almost shit his pants when they did. He had never been up in the air before, and he peered out the window with wide eyes, feeling even more small than he ever did way up in the air. He felt his eyes actually start to get droopy, and for once, allowed himself to fall asleep.
When he woke up, they were on the ground and there was a familiar figure with a very familiar crop of ginger hair rubbing their hand in Ichiro’s own mess of hair.
Emmet…He had missed Emmet.
Thankfully they had a lot of time to catch up from the time Emmet was gone here on the island, what with Emmet having to drive Ichiro to the beach house he and Emiko were living in to keep her out of the public’s eye. They talked and chatted like normal. How each other were doing. How married life was for Emmet. How school was. What bullshit Emmet had been missing out on back at school since he had graduated early to be with Emiko and their soon to be born kid. This was nice…Ichiro had missed his friend.
And once they arrived at the huge ass beach house, he missed his best friend even more.
He bounced on his toes as Emmet unlocked the door and let him inside, pushing past him and calling out with a rare but genuine smile.
"Emiiiiikooooooooo….!!!!"
