Ju-on: The Grudge| Part 1

You rested on a bench, admiring the scene of Tokyo which was in Japan. You always wanted to go here, having to visit another country for one month wasn't something you would be able to do everyday. Although, the hardest part about being in Japan was that you couldn't speak a lot of Japanese. How were you going to be able to communicate with everyone? You sighed quietly, swinging your legs as you waited for your mom to arrive. She said that she was going to find a taxi, though once again, you and her couldn't speak Japanese much. Too bad she ignored you. You smiled lightly when your eyes caught sight of your mom, jumping up and running to her.

"We'll, mom? Did you find a taxi?" You asked, even though you expected a 'no', obviously. Your mom shook her head. "Sorry sweetie," she replied, "I didn't. I wouldn't be able to anyway's, turns out that everyone can't speak Japanese." You rolled your eyes; of course, and it's not like you wouldn't expect that sooner.

"Then how are we going to find our hotel?" you questioned once more, getting an unbelievably pathetic answer. "It also turned out that the person who owned the hotel didn't speak English too," your mom answered, making you wanna face palm. Oh great, now you almost felt like going home; this vacation is feeling like a nightmare. Where are you going to stay in? A hobo's little home made out if sticks and a roof with an old blanket? Yeah, not going to happen. Your thoughts to them was that they're rapists, well...some.

"I see that you're stuck on a problem," a stranger said, who spoke English. You turned your head towards him, smiling gratefully. The boy had brownish black hair, black eyes, and obviously a very Asian-like face. "The name's Kunio Miyagi." You blinked, nodding.

"We're so glad to meet you, Kunio!" Your mom stated, grabbing his hand and shaking it in a rough manner. "And yes, we are struggling on a problem." You sighed, feeling your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Your mom was incredibly silly, but Kunio didn't seem to think that. He smiled warmly, and as soon as your mom released her grip from his hand he turned to you.

"And what kind of situation are you struggling on?" He asked, "Surely, I could help. Try at lease, there's nothing better than lending a hand to tourists like you two."

"Well, you see, we can't speak Japanese. And plus, we don't have a place to stay in." You explained, glaring at your mom all of a sudden. Kunio nodded, understanding.

"Well then, you can stay at my house. Me and my parents would let me, luckily." Your eyes widened, not believing what you just heard. "Really?" you asked, smiling once again. Strangely, you couldn't stop smiling.

"Of course," Kunio said, "I'll take you there in my car."

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"母はこんにちは、私はホーム ！" Kunio said in his primary language, which you didn't understand at all. Just then, a woman emerged from the kitchen, smiling heartily.

"ホーム、息子を歓迎します。どのようにあなたの一日だったと..." She paused for a moment, turning her head towards you and your mother, speaking English suddenly. "Who are they?" If only Kunio would translate all of what her mom said, though you knew that you were focused on a different subject.

"These are tourists, mother," Kunio explained, "Their names are-" he perked up. "I almost forgot! What're your names?"

"(First name)," you replied, "It's nice to meet you, Kunio's mom. This is my mom, (Mother's name)."

"It's nice to meet you both," she said, "You're welcomed to be here. I hope you enjoy it in Tokyo."