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A New World
By : HanyouMiko15
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On to Chapter 2!
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Japanese
Dictionary
Arigatou: �Thank you.�
(Who doesn�t know that one?)
Eeto�: Um�
Hajimemashite: �Nice to
meet you.�
Jigoku o iku: �Go to
hell.�
Koko wa Doko: �Where is
here?� Therefore, it is translated as �Where am I?�
Nan de ya nen: �What
the hell?�

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German Dictionary
nien: no
Bitte nehmen Sie ihn
nicht: �Please don�t take him.�

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Dawn approached rather
quickly this morning. The beaming sun slowly peaked along the horizon as its
glowing rays swallowed the shadows and darkness of the night before. The skies
were rich with clouds and color. However, the intensity of the sun�s rays did
not stop the chilly winds of March. As the early hours began, the inhabitants
of the town Lattimer slowly began to progress their day.
Soon the bare streets were
crowded by the mass of people attempting to continue their daily duties. Women
cleaned and cooked for their husbands. Men kissed their wives and embraced
their children before leaving to their backbreaking jobs in the anthracite coal
mines or elsewhere. Mostly the coal mines, which were greatly populated by the
many immigrants that came to America in high hopes for a superior and wealthy
future.
Hiro Higurashi also shared
this familiar dream of acquiring a more suitable life. Not only for him, but
also for the well being of his wife and children that were back in Japan. And
soon, he would be able to fulfill his vision of a perfect life. But his job was
not easy�
He was not the only
immigrant that worked in the coal mines and had this almost impossible dream.
This idea began even before he came�
In the early 1800s, coal
miners immigrated from countries such as Wales, England, Ireland, Lithuania,
Russia, Poland, and other countries where people seek out a more prosperous
life, better than what they had at the time. In some cases, mine owners
recruited them while others followed friends and family members. Those who were
from England and Wales usually got the better jobs because they already had
coal mining experience and familiarity. And so, the Slavs, Irish, Polish, and
Germans were left with the laborious jobs.
The coal miners were paid
low wages and worked extremely long hours under dangerous and sometimes deadly
working conditions. Wage slavery was widely practiced among the mines. In this
unjust system, miners would be paid wages below subsistence level, forcing them
to go into debt to the company-run store and placing them decisively in the
mine's pocket. What was even worse was that the coal companies maintained
control and power over virtually every aspect of the miners' lives. They lived
in company-owned houses, were forced and obligated to purchase from
company-owned stores, and were treated by company doctors.
However, Hiro felt he was
one of the lucky ones�
A New World
Chapter 1
A Father�s Decision
What, then, is this new man, the American? They are a
mixture of English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, and Swedes. From
this promiscuous breed, that race, now called Americans, have arisen.

-J. Hector St. Josh de Crevecouer
It had been a week since
he had moved from Hazleton to Lattimer with his employer. He was still
adjusting to his new surroundings of the town. Sooner or later he would become
accustomed to his new home just as he had done when he arrived to America.
Hiro Higurashi had come to
America for the same reason everyone came to the �land of opportunities�: in
search for a better life.
This one simple cause was
his motivation for this difficult struggle. His hope of renewing his life with
his family inspired him to keep going and reach for the impossible�
Only one year had passed
since his arrival to America. And yet, he felt as if he had been slaving away
here for decades.
�I guess that�s what
happens when you spend most of your life in the mines,� the middle-aged man thought dryly.
It didn�t matter to him,
though. He just wanted to see his family again.
�If you want to see
them again, you better get your butt moving then.�
And he laughed.
He, as well as other
miners, were truly fortunate and blessed to be working on the Takei Coal Mines.
His employer was, indeed, the famous Inuyasha Takei. Leaders of the coal mining
industry thought him famous because he was the youngest and most prosperous of
them all.
Little did they know�that
among the coal miners, Inuyasha-sama was praised for his honorable and unbiased
demeanor.
�He sides with the
public!� was what the miners all whispered among them themselves. Lately, the
leaders of the industry have noticed Inuyasha�s �behavior�, and have been
anything but pleased. Inuyasha would have none of that, but he was laying low.
Hiro was certain that
Inuyasha-sama was much more involved in �other things� that the industry
was unaware of. If they found out, Inuyasha-sama would get in serious trouble
in so many ways. He and the other miners kept their mouths sealed.
Nonetheless, Inuyasha-sama
sided with the common people.
This was indubitably true.
If it wasn�t for that young lad�s good heart, which Inuyasha repeatedly denies
that he has, he would still sleeping in cardboard boxes and possibly die of
starvation.
But his only hope was
America�
A new ruling dynasty in
Japan developed an era of industrialization in the late 1860s. By the 1890s
inhabitants living in agricultural regions were finding fewer and limited
economic opportunities. Meanwhile, while the population grew and poverty
increased in many areas, many Japanese inhabitants, especially rural
middle-class families, sought new opportunities abroad.
His arrival to America was
a day he would never forget. Leaving his family was the hardest decision he
ever made�

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Flashback

1 year ago

April 11, 1894

8:45am
Hiro Higurashi was
awfully exhausted from his two-month journey to America. It had not been easy
traveling across the world. At the present moment, he was aboard a ship that
was sailing towards Ellis Island. He was fortunate to be traveling across the
seas by means of a steam-powered ship. This modernized the business of
ocean-travel, while replacing sailing vessels and cutting the time to make the
Atlantic crossing from three months to two weeks. Today was his final day of
his two-week voyage. It won�t be long before he finally reached Ellis Island.
�Ah yes, very fortunate
indeed,� he thought with tremendous sarcasm.
Being huge floating
villages, the steamships could accommodate approximately two thousand
passengers in steerage, so called because it was located on the lower decks
where the steering mechanism of the sailing ships had once harbored. The long
narrow compartments were separated and divided into dormitories for unmarried
men, unmarried women, and families. Passengers were jammed with metal-framed
berths, three bunks high, and the air in steerage became rank with the heavy
odors of spoiled food, sea-sickness, and unwashed bodies.
�Let�s not even talk
about hygiene. And don�t get me started on privacy and personal space.�
There was little
privacy, and the lack of adequate and decent toilet facilities made it
difficult to be hygienic and sanitary. The place smelled so horrible and so
thick with smoke that it made your head itch. Hiro peered at the man next to
him who was scratching his head and his hands were covered in lice. Hiro�s face
turned a bit green. He quickly looked away and had to suppress the urge to
vomit at the moment.
�I�m so ready to jump
off this ship��
Hiro chuckled at his
ridiculous remark. He usually wasn�t like this. He thought himself to be a very
composed, calm and collected person. This voyage was just testing the last of
his patience�
He could not handle the
deaths that came by hundreds almost everyday. Women, infants, children, and
elders were suffering from diseases they caught because of this unsanitary
ship. He had just recovered from a fever he had recently. He clutched his
traveling bag tightly.
�All passengers aboard
the Oceanic. We have arrived to the mainland. Please exit the ship.�
�Salvation!� he thought
with relief.
As Hiro emerged from
the ship, he breathed in the fresh salty air for the first time in weeks. The
warmth of the sun was calming. He, as well as the other travelers, were able to
stretch their aching muscles from the long journey. It was a very pleasant
feeling.
No sooner had they been
released from their hellish prison were they already being shuttled into
another boat. A ferry, to be exacts.
�What is going on?�
�ALL STEERAGE PASSENGERS
MUST BOARD THE FERRY, NOW!�
�Okay�I understand what
he�s saying, but why?�
Hiro watched as other
passengers were escorted away from the ferry.
�FIRST CLASS AND SECOND
CLASS PASSENGERS, PLEASE PRECEDE THIS WAY!�
�Well, that answers my
question�Just because we�re poor people we have board the stupid ferry and go
ALL the way to that stupid island��
It appeared that First
and Second Class passengers had already been inspected and cleared to land by
immigration officials who had come on board from the Quarantine Station at the
Hudson River's mouth.
�Figures��
Steerage passengers,
however, were afforded no such privileges and their first steps on the mainland
were brief. Disembarking on the Hudson River piers, they were instantly
directed helter-skelter onto ferries, which transferred them to Ellis Island.
�NOT AGAIN! It�s
official. I�ll never sail on another ship ever again.�
His thoughts were cut
short as he felt other travelers pushing him forward. The harbor was choked
with at least twenty thousand passengers waiting to disembark and be ferried to
Ellis Island. Hiro was fortunate to be one of the first to board the ferry.
Before he went in, he took in the fresh air one last time�
�Oh, this is just
wonderful! How long is this ride going to be?�
Although the ferries
were thought adequate for the short ride, busy days, such as today, saw
immigrants imprisoned on these over-populated vessels for hours while they
waited their turn to finally reach their destination and land at the dock of Ellis
Island.
Hiro stumbled across
the crammed crowd, attempting to find a spot for himself. Luckily, there was
one on the main deck. He didn�t want to be at the top like most of the
passengers were. He placed his bag on the floor and rested his head. He curled
into a resting position, allowing the whispers of the wind sing him to sleep�

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Two hours later

11:00am
� LA STATUA DI LIBERT�!
HET IS HET STANBEELD
VAN VRIJHEID!
ES IST DAS
FREIHEITSSTATUE!
IT�S THE STATUE OF
LIBERTY!
Hiro woke up with a
start.
�Nan de ya nen? What�s
all this racket?�
He could here many
people cheering in joy.
�Koko wa doko? Oh
yes�on this stupid ferry��
The middle-aged man
slowly sat up, already feeling cramps on his neck. He looked up to view his
surroundings�
And was rewarded with a
beautiful sight�The Statue of Liberty�
It was a wondrous sight
to behold. He remembered that an American tourist once told him the written
inscriptions engraved on the immaculate statue�
��Give me your tired,
your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of
your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my
lamp beside the golden door��
This inscription gave
him the courage to stand up and walk forward. For once, he had a sense of hope.
Hope for himself and for his family in Japan.
When they finally
landed on Ellis Island, he saw all the steerage passengers being pinned with
number tags. According to the immigration officials, it indicated the manifest
page and line number on which their names appeared.
�We must look like
marked-down merchandise at a store or something.�
And so�The Inspection
began�

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All the immigrants were
greeted with pointing fingers and unintelligible commands made by the supervisors.
The new arrivals formed a line that stretched from the Ellis Island dock, into
the Baggage Room of the Main Building, and extended all the way to the second
floor. There, the arrivals were met by a group of inspectors and medical
doctors who would decide the fate of every individual.
One of the inspectors
spoke. �Please follow us to the Registry Room, where all of you will be
required to receive medical inspection and questioned for your business here in
America.�
Jostling three people
side by side, everyone made their way up the steep flight of stairs into the
Great Hall of the Registry Room. Never had he climbed so many stairs in his
life. Houses in Japan were only huts, and although he lived in a shrine, the
steps that led to the Higurashi Shrine were plenty, but not as many as this.
What the arrivals were
unaware of was the fact that since the beginning of their arrival inside the
main building, the inspection process had already begun. Hiro became aware of
the inspectors scanning the moving line for signs of illness. Public Health
Service doctors looked to see if anyone wheezed, coughed, shuffled, or limped
as they climbed the steep staircase.
Already were people
being pulled out of line and being detained by the supervisors and officials.
Hiro felt his palms become sweaty and his heart was racing. He prayed silently
to kami, pleading that he would not be among those individuals who were being
restrained. He showed no sign of weariness or fatigue as he climbed the stairs.
�Just stay strong,� he
repeated over and over in his mind. It was his only reassurance that soothed
him from the reality that was occurring before his very eyes�
This inspection would
tell which way the �Golden Door� would swing.
As the endless line
moved forward, doctors had only a few seconds to examine each immigrant,
checking for the required sixty symptoms. During line inspection, those
individuals who appeared ill or were suffering from a contagious disease were
marked with blue chalk and detained for further medical examination.
�Thank Kami that I�m
not covered in that blue stuff.�
�NEIN! BITTE NEHMEN SIE
IHN NICHT!�
Hiro and nearby
immigrants turned to see what the commotion was about. A woman was in tears and
clutching a man�s arm in desperation.
�I�m sorry ma�am, but
your husband has a disease. He cannot be allowed in��
The Japanese immigrant
could feel only pity and sadness for the poor woman. It was heartbreaking to
see a loved one being taken away from you. The young woman and her husband were
escorted from the building. It was obvious that they have decided to be
deported together rather than being separated from one another. He turned away,
hoping to clear his mind from everything that could possibly go wrong�

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After about an hour of
waiting in line, it was Hiro Higurashi�s turn to be inspected.
The doctors examined
him for about six seconds before telling him to move along to be interrogated.
�That�s all? What a
relief.�
After passing the
medical examination, he lined up in fenced isles waiting to be called to the
Board of Inquiry, where every individual was asked twenty-nine questions. As crowded as a country town on
market day, the Great Hall was "a place of Babel" where all languages
of the world seemed to cry out in unison. At the far end of the Registry Hall
the legal inspectors stood behind tall desks, assisted by interpreters fluent
in major languages and any number of obscure dialects. His wait only lasted two
minutes.
Hiro eyed the inspector
before him. Beside him was another young man. An interpreter, perhaps?
�What� is� your�
name�?� asked the inspector slowly, as if the immigrant in front of him was
mentally challenged. The Japanese immigrant proved himself otherwise.
�Higurashi Hiro,� was
his response. �I am not stupid. I know English you little twit��
As if the supervisor
heard his silent remark, his approach was much quicker.
�How old are you?�
�Thirty-seven.�
�Mr. Higurashi, have
you ever been imprisoned for a felony?�
�No, sir.�
�Are you an anarchist?�
�No.�
�Are you a polygamist,
Mr.Higurashi?�
�Excuse me? What is a
pol-plo-�
The inspector sighed.
�How many wives do you have, Mr. Higurashi?�
�Only one!� he
exclaimed.
�Who paid you fare?�
�I did, sir.�
�Where are you going?�
�Pennsylvania.�
�Why?
�To get a job.�
�Is anyone coming to
meet you?�
�No, sir.�
�Do you have any
relatives here in America?�
�No, sir.�
And the questions
continued. The inspector used his intuition and his discretion as to which
manifest questions to ask again and which to forego. The intent, Hiro
suspected, was to identify illegal entering aliens, criminals, those under
pre-arranged labor contracts, young children and older people who would have
been unable to support themselves, anarchists and political rebels, and those
who might be a public charge or morally irresponsible and reckless individuals.
American society did not want its country to socialize with these types of
people.

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After what seemed a
lifetime, they let him pass the line inspection. He, along with other
immigrants, descended from the Registry down the "Stairs of
Separation," so called because they marked the parting of the way for many
family and friends with different destinations.
Immigrants were
directed toward the railroad ticket office and trains to points west, or to the
island's hospital and detention rooms, collected their baggage and exchanged
their money for U.S. currency.
�I wonder how much six
thousand yen is in America,� he wondered as he handed his money to be converted
to American dollars. �Would it be enough money to survive until I can acquire a
stable job to maintain myself. More importantly, where will I live?�
�Fifty-four dollars,
sir.�
Those immigrants bound
for Manhattan met their relatives at the "kissing post," where many
joyous and tearful reunions occurred.
�But no one is waiting
for me��
He went to the near
railroad agent so he could purchase tickets for the next leg of his journey.
�I am very lucky.�

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Three weeks later

May 2, 1894
Luck and good fortune
can only last to a certain extent. Fate tended to have a sick and cruelly
twisted mentality. He was not an exception.
Hiro had been in
America for three weeks. After acquiring train tickets, his shelter had been
the inside of the train. His journey from Manhattan to Pennsylvania lasted one
week and two days. He used his money very wisely and used it only after every
stop the train made. He used it only to by food and a small snack to feed
himself before he went to sleep. That�s how long his good fortune lasted.
His luck abandoned him
the moment he stepped on Pennsylvania.
Fate decided to turn
against him and everything just started to fall apart. He couldn�t find a job
anywhere. No one would accept him just because he was an immigrant� and
possibly, an outsider. Nativists�that�s what they were. Why were Americans so
prejudice?
What else could go
wrong? What could be worse than not being able to find a job to support
yourself. He was on the verge of discovering how brutal fate can be�literally.
On his fifth day in
Pennsylvania, he was robbed of all his belongings and all of his money.
Today was May 2, 1894.
It had been seven days since the incident. Seven days since he last ate a
nourishing meal. Sevens days�seven days�
The moment he arrived,
it hadn�t stopped raining in Pennsylvania. Everyday he would have to find a new
cardboard box in an alley to shelter in. He reached for the moth-eaten blanket
he found in a garbage can. It was his only defense against the chilly winds and
pouring rain.
And he was catching a
fever, again.
�Kami, I can�t go on
like this anymore,� his whispered softly to the mourning gray sky. �Please help
me. Take pity on me�a humble Japanese farmer��
�I can�t help my family
in this state. But I have no money, and I�m getting sicker everyday.�
The weather conditions
worsened. Thunder clashed violently in the sky. The wind was howling in fury
and the rain was crying rivers.
Yes, Fate was being
very unkind�
The fever was consuming
him slowly and very painfully. His head ached and his throat was dry and sore.
His body shivered from the cold and he became very dizzy�and he began to hear
voices� Japanese voices of two boys�
�Inuyasha!�
�What is it now, baka?
We�re in the middle of a fucking storm!�
�There�s a sick man on
the ground. He needs help. Come quickly!�
�How do you know?�
mocked the pissed off boy.
�I�m a doctor. Besides,
aren�t his symptoms obvious?�
Inuyasha glared at the
young doctor, obviously telling him that he wasn�t able to see what he saw.
Hiro heard footsteps
approaching rapidly in his direction.
�What did the old fart
do to get himself into this mess,� asked one of the men.
�Who are you calling an
�old fart�, you foolish brat?� he wanted to yell out. It hurt to move.
�Come on. We�re taking
him to your house, Inuyasha,� spoke the other young man.
�What! Why my house,
Miroku?�
�Because it�s closer
than mine. This man needs medical attention right away. Have a heart,
Inuyasha.�
�You know, you can�t
help every poor soul you see on the streets,� grumbled the one called Inuyasha.
They voices were so
close and yet, he could hear them fading away as he was engulfed into the
darkness and began to lose consciousness�

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Two days later

May 4, 1894
Darkness�everywhere was
dark�
Somewhere inside his
mind was telling him to wake up�open your eyes�
Hiro opened his eyes
and immediately regretted his actions. His eyes were blinded by the brightness
and luminosity of the light on the ceiling. His head throbbed with immense pain
and his throat was a bit dry and itchy. However, he didn�t feel any pain in his
body and he was no longer shivering. He felt warm and very comfortable.
�Koko wa doko?�
He blinked several
times, adjusting his eyes to the light.
�Ah, you�re awake. How
are you feeling?� asked a gentle voice. It was one of those boys that helped
him that night. The one called�Miroku? He held a glass of water on one hand.
�Eeto�I�m much better,
now. Arigatou.� It was nice hearing his native language once more� �To whom do
I owe my gratitude?�
�I am only but a humble
doctor. My name is Miroku Houshi. Hajimemashite.� The young doctor extended his
hand to greet his new patient.
�Hiro Higurashi.� He
accepted Miroku�s hand and shook it with much gratefulness and appreciation.
�Eeto�Koko wa doko?�
�Oh yes, how
impractical of me. Miroku handed the glass of water to his patient and watched
him drink it with much eagerness. � Where at my friend�s house since my house
was too far away to reach my necessary medical supplies. I usually keep my
supplies here in case of emergencies-�
Miroku was rudely
interrupted when Inuyasha stormed furiously into the room.
�Inuyasha, I daresay�
have you forgotten we have a sick man in this house?�
�Jigoku o iku� I�m not
in the mood right now so don�t test me.� Inuyasha glanced at the sick man on
the mattress. �How�s the old man doing?�
�Is this how you treat
your elders, boy?� asked Hiro with a smile.
�Keh. You�re lucky
Miroku was there. I would have left you there in your damned pitiful misery�and
you really need to bathe��
�And there goes the
word lucky again.�
�Don�t listen to
Inuyasha, Higurashi-sama. He�s just saying that. Deep down, he�s just a big
softie,�
�Why do you tell
everyone that,� growled Inuyasha.
�Because it�s true,�
smiled the young doctor. �So, Higurashi-sama�you�re not from around here. I can
tell you that much. What�s your story? What brings you to this country.�
�It�s a long story-�
�Does it look like we
care?� Inuyasha snapped and Miroku nudged him for his impoliteness.
�I suppose not. Well�it
began in Japan a few months ago when�
And Hiro told them
about his journey to America. How it took him two months�and how poor the
conditions were�and how he was mugged�
A few days later, he
was able to get up from his bed. After he fully recovered, Inuyasha offered him
a job in the coal mines. And from that day on, he was able to send money to his
family back in Japan.
Later on, he discovered
about labor unions being formed against the mining industry and how well
respected Inuyasha truly was among immigrant mine laborers. You were considered
lucky if you worked in the Takei Coal Mines.
�I guess I am lucky.�
End Flashback
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April 11, 1895
Hiro smiled at the
pleasant memory and frowned during the bad parts.
Now, Hiro lived in his own
house, not wanting to burden Inuyasha-sama any longer. It wasn�t anything near
a mansion, but rather a simple house where he could live with his family when
they finally come to Pennsylvania.
He couldn�t thank
Inuyasha-sama enough for all he had done for him. His children were very
charming and were great company during his stay at the mansion. They filled
that empty void in his heart�the heart that longed to see his son and daughter
again.
�After all the events
that had taken place throughout this year, there must be a way that I can repay
Inuyasha-sama. But every time I ask him what I can do, he tells me not to worry
and to forget about it. There must be something I can do�maybe not just for
him, but also for Izayoi and Touga. Those poor children.�
The death of
Inuyasha-sama�s wife, Kikyou, was a very delicate subject to discuss. He
learned his lesson when Inuyasha knocked the daylights out of him. He
apologized, or rather, Miroku forced him to apologize for his �uncalled for�
actions.
He felt compassion and
sympathy for Inuyasha-sama�s children. They deserved at least a mother figure
around the house. And Inuyasha needs some company. Every male needs a female�s
company. Inuyasha was no exception. Hopefully�
Suddenly, an idea came to
his mind. An idea that involved his only daughter in Japan. It sounded insane,
but it might just work�
�What if Kagome came to
America and married Inuyasha-sama!�
The plan was brilliant. If
Kagome became Inuyasha�s wife, he would be able to bring his wife, Kohana, his
son, Souta, and Ji-san to America. Maybe in First Class! Inuyasha was very
wealthy and it would be rude if they came as steerage passengers. Oh, the
possibilities�
�It sounds a bit selfish
to force Kagome into this marriage so soon because she believes in marrying for
love and not for convenience. But I know she�ll listen to me. She�ll do it. If
not for me or herself, then for her family. She�ll want them to live happily
and not in poverty. She has never disobeyed me �yet. She�ll be a good wife and
a good mother. Besides, she should have been married already. She is eligible
to be married, right?�
�The only thing left to do
is to convince Inuyasha to agree to it. Write now, I�ll write a letter to
Kagome explaining the good news!�
�I wonder how
Inuyasha-sama will take the news?�

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Final Comments on Chapter 1:

Mr. Higurashi: How will I tell this to Inuyasha-sama? I am certain that
Kagome knows I am doing what is best for her.
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Author�s Note: I was finally able to post the second
chapter. I, once again, express regret and give my deepest apologies to all for
such an inconvenient delay. However, fate has not been on my side this summer.
I was not able to post on the dates I had posted for a couple of reasons. About
two weeks ago, my mother went to Peru to visit my grandmother for her birthday.
Unfortunately, she chose the wrong time to leave because after her departure, I
began to have more responsibilities around the house. My sister and I were
entitled to �extra chores� and I�m talking about cleaning cooking, washing, and
maintaining the house, in other words. Also, spending so many hours work has
finally caught up with me. I do not have strength to go on the computer, and I
hope you can all understand my predicament. I have only been able to do this on
Saturdays or when I�m not tired (which was rare). Once again, I apologize for
the long wait, and hopefully, I will update the second chapter sooner just to
repay all my patient reviewers and readers.
There are a few things I
should clarify before I move on with the next chapter�
First, I have NO idea how
to convert yen to US dollars! Or any other currency for the matter. SOOO�I went
to a website to do it for me: http/ Check it out (6000 yen 54.6697 USD). To all
readers who are Japanese or are able to read Japanese, I humbly apologize if
the conversion is incorrect and inaccurate. I noticed that different websites
have different conversions, but the conversions are still very close. Let me
know if I�m wrong, though. Thank you!
Second, I wanted Kagome�s
dad to arrive in America through Angel Island because the journey would have
been shorter. However, I discovered that it opened as an immigration station on
October 1909. So, I had to stick with Ellis Island, or it would have been historically
incorrect. Poor Mr. Higurashi! He had to sail from Japan to China, then travel
across Asia and Europe, and finally sail to Ellis Island. That�s a LONG
journey. I actually looked at an atlas to see! I�m so weird�
Third, in case you guys
haven�t realized yet, I translated �It�s the Statue of Liberty!� in three
different languages, excluding English. Go me!
Fourth, I hope you guys
noticed the Japanese dictionary I put after the Author�s Note. PLEASE READ IT
BEFORE MOVING ON WITH THE STORY! All translations of Japanese words and phrases
will be ALWAYS there. Please let me know if I forget to translate one or a few
of the phrases.
As I have mentioned in the
previous chapter, if anyone has any questions, comments, and/or suggestions,
please to not hesitate to e-mail me. Your thoughts will be highly considered.
That�s a promise to all my readers and reviewers. I have some time to
spare, I�ll have you know.
PLEASE READ: I will try
and maintain this regular update schedule. If I don�t, then you can all push me
off Mt. Fuji (I�m only kidding! Besides, if I die, who will continue this
story?). Hopefully, Chapter 2: The Letter, will be posted on September
25, 2005. Like I said, I will update once a month.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
Hanyou-Miko15
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A New World