This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. This chapter is going to start out real short and I intend on having a lot of chapters, but I can't say for sure how long the others will be. So I'm really sorry if I have some really short chapters like this one. Anyway, please enjoy chapter 1! It's a bit boring, but it's only the beginning and nothings happened yet, so please don't give up on me. :)

"Hinata, are you sure that you are ready for this?" I stare into my fathers hard eyes, not bothering to bat an eyelash at him. I want to prove to him that I'm prepared and serious about this. Moving to a different country on my own at such a young age is, well, not going to be easy, and my father and I both know it.

"Yes, Father. I believe that now I am eighteen and I've graduated High School I am ready to move out on my own."

"But to a different country?" His voice raises just enough to make me flinch. I take in a deep breath before speaking again.

"I've been preparing for this longer than you know, Father." I pause as his eyes narrow at me. "A-As you've known, I have had the same job at the bakery for a few years now, and I've saved up quite a bit of money. Plus birthday money and Christmas money as well. I actually have over what I really need, which is, um, obviously good. But then I need to pay for the flight there, and baggage, and then a taxi to my apartment, which is already payed for by the way." I take in another deep breath before I continue to babble on, but my fathers deep, rough cough stops me.

"Well, I can see that you are serious about this," I nod, attempting to keep my serious expression. "But what about the family, and the business." Here we go again. I sigh. His eyebrows knit together slightly.

"I already told you, Father. I gave the title to Hana. She's well better suited for it anyway." He doesn't respond, but I knew that he agreed with me.

Father sighed his disapproving sigh, closing his eyes in obvious frustration. "Is there not anything I can do that will make you stay?" He whispered.

"I'm afraid not." I spoke just as softly as he had. He finally opened his eyes, and for the first time the look of disapproval was not on my fathers face, but more of a worried expression instead.

We just eye each other down which seems like the longest time until he decides to speak up again. "Well, then I guess there's no stopping you." I shook my head. A short silence filled the room, until father breathed in deeply through his nose making my attention shoot back to him. "I hope you know that you'll be greatly missed." My eyes widen a bit, I know that my family would miss me, but I never thought I would ever hear it come from my fathers mouth.

I seize my wide eyed glare and replace it with a small chuckle, father arches an eyebrow with a questionable look. "I'm only moving, I'm not dying." I smile at him with a sympathetic look.

He barely shows a noticeable smile, his eyes closed, head bowed. "I suppose you're right."