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AN:this first chapter is mostly an introduction. The rest of the chapters will be funnier hopefully.
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"Osaka what the heck are you looking at?" asked the confused voice of Yomi.

"the clouds." Osaka said without turning her head.

"why?" most of the group of four asked in unison.

For a moment Osaka had a rather intense look on her face before stating "They have odd shapes today".

They had noticed the clouds. They all seemed to resemble hamburgers and pasta.

"So what's so interesting about 'em?" Tomo questioned.

"I dunno," Osaka replied ," but something about them seems...ominous..."

"Since when have hamburgers been omens?" Yomi asked sarcastically.

Osaka ignored her. Something big was going to happen today. She felt it everywhere. In the wind. In the the floor. In her uniform. In her lunch trey. In her- I'm going to be awhile here just go one without me I'l catch up- socks in...

All day long Osaka waited for something to happen, but nothing did. She lamented this as she walked through Tokyo, still waiting for it to strike. She lost sight of everything as she focused on her long wait. Suddenly a man bumped into her and they fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry sir" Osaka said embarrassed.

"It's alright." came the calm,quiet voice of this short man with tidy back hair.

"Though I am curious. Why did you stop in the middle of the street?"

"I was waiting for something. The clouds gave me the feeling that something might happen today."

"Do things like that usually happen?"

"Kinda yeah. When I was a kid, I could tell it would always rained on days I forgot to tie my shoes. I had to learn to remember fast, otherwise I would've flooded Tokyo."

She expected him to find this strange. Everyone else seemed to think so when she told them. Maybe they just always remembered to tie their shoes. Yet the man was intensely interested.

"Has anything else like that happened?" he asked.

Osaka of course had tons. They sat down on a bench and began to have a long conversation about Osaka's aptitude at doing things under certain circumstances. After she had finished a particularly interesting lecture on the tea making capabilities of pink underpants the man finally gave an introduction.

" My name is Kiku. And yours?"

"My friends call me Osaka."

"Well Osaka, it is a pleasure to meet you."

They continued their chat for a while. They could have gone for hours had a voice not had interrupted them.A loud young man suddenly appeared shouting something in a language she didn't understand.

"Oh " said Kiku.

"um Kiku," Osaka said confused "whose that guy? And what the heck is he saying?"

"Oh of course. Sorry. Feliciano please speak Japanese. My new friend doesn't know Italian."

"If you say so Japan!" the young man responded in Japanese.

"Wait" Osaka said "Japan?"

"That is his name you know!" Feliciano said pointing at Kiku.

"Feliciano" Kiku said,slightly annoyed " I really wish you would be more careful with names when talking around normal people."

"Why? It won't do anything to them or us if they know who we are."

"Actually Feli- oh whats the use now- Italy," gesturing toward the completely confused face of Osaka " it is a bit of a shock learning you are talking to a country."

Osaka finally had to break her silence." Wait, I'm talking to a what?"

"Come Osaka", said Kiku, "I owe you an explanation."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In her apple juice. In her hair. In her siverware. It all was an omen for what was about to- awwwwww crap you went to the big reveal without me. Thanks for ruining the only real piece of drama.

Jackass......