Fic: Kurisutin (Kamen Rider Den-O)
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estiriseTitle: Kurisutin
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Den-O
Rating: 8+
Summary: You meet many people in other countries. Some of them even speak your language.
Notes: Inspired by the chat room for the latest![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
getyourwordsout word war, in a way. Kristin and Cordelia are mine.
Word count: 478
Ryoutarou had never been to America before, but he was glad he'd decided to. Airi had gently talked him into it when he won the flight over, and he had to admit, it was something most everybody seemed to do... mostly when they got married, though, which was not something that he was expecting to happen anytime soon.
To add to the experience, Airi knew someone who knew someone who knew someone... so he'd gotten a place to stay for cheap in someone's spare bedroom while he explored the city of Sacramento, California. His host family spoke Japanese, for which he was fortunate, because while most Japanese learned English (or tried to) in school, it wasn't the other way around. Most people understood "thank you" in his own language, but other than that, he was sunk.
So he just hit all the tourist places - today was his third day, and then he'd go to San Francisco the next day - and hoped that he was collecting enough souvenirs and gifts for his family and friends. He'd spent some time in Historic Sacramento looking for them. At length.
As he was walking out the gate of the complex where the family lived, he bumped into a woman hauling a cat carrier. "I'm sorry," he said automatically, in his own language, and hoped the woman would understand the intent if not the words.
"I'm sorry," she responded in turn. The words were slow and heavily accented, but he could understand them. "Do you speak Japanese?"
"Yes," he said. It was so nice to have someone to speak Japanese to besides the family he was staying with. "Do you speak it?"
"A little," she replied. "I don't speak much Japanese." That was evident by the accent, of course.
"What's your name?" Ryoutarou asked. He was glad that he had left early for his bus; though the stop was only a few yards down, he still didn't want to miss it.
"My name is Kuristin," she said, smiling shyly.
"And the cat?" he asked.
"The cat's name is Kuoodiiria," she replied. She had one eye on the street, and Ryoutarou had to wonder what had happened.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"My cat is... sick person," she said, uncertain of her words. "I'm going to sick person doctor."
"Sick," he corrected, and she blushed and smiled.
"I'm sorry, thank you very much," she said. "What's your name?"
"Nogami Ryoutarou," he replied. "Pleased to meet you, Kurisutin-san."
She bowed awkwardly a little, though she didn't have to do so. "Pleased to meet you, Nogami-san." A taxi pulled up, and she gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I go."
"Goodbye," Ryoutarou said, waving.
Kuristin waved back, getting in the taxi. Watching her leave, he smiled and went to catch his bus. Maybe he'd meet up with her again; who knew?
But at least it was a pleasant experience.
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Den-O
Rating: 8+
Summary: You meet many people in other countries. Some of them even speak your language.
Notes: Inspired by the chat room for the latest
getyourwordsout word war, in a way. Kristin and Cordelia are mine.Word count: 478
Ryoutarou had never been to America before, but he was glad he'd decided to. Airi had gently talked him into it when he won the flight over, and he had to admit, it was something most everybody seemed to do... mostly when they got married, though, which was not something that he was expecting to happen anytime soon.
To add to the experience, Airi knew someone who knew someone who knew someone... so he'd gotten a place to stay for cheap in someone's spare bedroom while he explored the city of Sacramento, California. His host family spoke Japanese, for which he was fortunate, because while most Japanese learned English (or tried to) in school, it wasn't the other way around. Most people understood "thank you" in his own language, but other than that, he was sunk.
So he just hit all the tourist places - today was his third day, and then he'd go to San Francisco the next day - and hoped that he was collecting enough souvenirs and gifts for his family and friends. He'd spent some time in Historic Sacramento looking for them. At length.
As he was walking out the gate of the complex where the family lived, he bumped into a woman hauling a cat carrier. "I'm sorry," he said automatically, in his own language, and hoped the woman would understand the intent if not the words.
"I'm sorry," she responded in turn. The words were slow and heavily accented, but he could understand them. "Do you speak Japanese?"
"Yes," he said. It was so nice to have someone to speak Japanese to besides the family he was staying with. "Do you speak it?"
"A little," she replied. "I don't speak much Japanese." That was evident by the accent, of course.
"What's your name?" Ryoutarou asked. He was glad that he had left early for his bus; though the stop was only a few yards down, he still didn't want to miss it.
"My name is Kuristin," she said, smiling shyly.
"And the cat?" he asked.
"The cat's name is Kuoodiiria," she replied. She had one eye on the street, and Ryoutarou had to wonder what had happened.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"My cat is... sick person," she said, uncertain of her words. "I'm going to sick person doctor."
"Sick," he corrected, and she blushed and smiled.
"I'm sorry, thank you very much," she said. "What's your name?"
"Nogami Ryoutarou," he replied. "Pleased to meet you, Kurisutin-san."
She bowed awkwardly a little, though she didn't have to do so. "Pleased to meet you, Nogami-san." A taxi pulled up, and she gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I go."
"Goodbye," Ryoutarou said, waving.
Kuristin waved back, getting in the taxi. Watching her leave, he smiled and went to catch his bus. Maybe he'd meet up with her again; who knew?
But at least it was a pleasant experience.
