The Heavens Are Not Blind

Part1-Chapter1

 Ed's note: Hi, guys. This is my first MegSan fanfic ever. And i definitely do not own the characters. And hey, wait, i'm really not that accustomed to Japanese culture so please bear with me. And yeah, I'm really not that good a writer so please spare me your wraths. Hope you like it. :))

This is set during the Edo period, by the way. And, this ain't done yet. I'm stil working on the next chapters.

*Hahahaha! I finally figured out how to update my story porperly. Really sorry for the inconveniences. Ahhuhuhuhu!       

         Takani Megumi opened her eyes as her personal servant, Kori, knocked way too loudly and called her from the other side of her polished oak shoji doors, “MissMegumi, breakfast is ready.” Knock. “MissMegumi?” Knock. “MissMegumi?” Kori now called frantically.

            Megumi rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, groaned, turned on her side, buried her face on her pillow and ignored the uptight Kori.

            “Miss Megumi, please open the door.” Knock. “Open the door or I’ll call for MissToki.”

            Megumi rolled her eyes, grunted “fine!” pushed herself up from her futon and slid the shoji door open.

            “Good morning, MissMegumi,” the servant smiled up at her, carrying a tray laden with Megumi’s breakfast.  

            Megumi did not answer. She turned away from Kori and slouched back to her futon. She closed her eyes in an attempt to continue her restful slumber when Kori pulled the blankets off of her and said, “It’s already six o’ clock in the morning, MissMegumi. Your father wants to see you at seven.”

            The servant laid the tray down beside Megumi’s futon as Megumi sighed, sat up and looked mournfully at Kori.

            “Kori . . . I don’t . . . want to study in America,” Megumi pouted her lips, wringing her fingers and trying hard not to cry. “I really . . . don’t. Why does he have to make everything so difficult for me?”

            Kori looked at the poor girl whom she had been taking care ever since forever and felt a pang of pity. All her life, the poor Megumi Takani had always been a slave of her father’s choices and wills. She had always been trapped in the prison that the great Daimio had built around her life.

            “Come here,” Kori said lovingly.

            Megumi scooted over her and laid her head on her lap. She wept silently, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make any sound.

            Kori hummed Megumi’s favorite song and stroked her tears away with her thumb, “There, there now, MissMegumi. Just trust your father. He has your best interest at heart. He only wants what’s the best for you.”

            Megumi shook her head, “No. He only wants what’s the best for him. He wants me to become a doctor so he could brag about me. Dr. Megumi Takani, the great daughter of Daimio Shinto Takani,” she snorted.

            “If your mother was alive, she would have wanted what’s best for you too, dear.”

            “No! My mother would have asked me what I want to do with my life and would never ever send me away from home!” Megumi dissented.  

            “There’ll be plenty of chances for you there, MissMegumi. America is the land of dreams.”

            Megumi smirked sarcastically and said, “Oh, yeah? Well, America’s not the only ‘land of dreams,’” Megumi rolled her eyes, “I mean, I can dream here too. Here in Japan.”