*Faith*

I sighed softly as I sat in my hotel room. I never knew life could become so complicated. I missed my family... my Dads, my brothers...

I remember it all clearly, just like it happened yesterday, when in reality, it happened seven years ago. I was only nine at the time. I'd been outside playing... I hadn't even seen the car coming, until it hit me. Everything after that was a blur. I remember waking up in a strange house, with strange people. They weren't American; they were Asian, though I couldn't tell what Asian country they were from. I later found out I was in Japan. There was a man and a woman; but I wasn't sure whether or not they were a couple. They did know English, and told me this was my new home. I was only nine at the time, so I figured they had to be telling the truth.

I don't know where my real parents are... I know who they are and I remember them fondly; I just have no idea how or where to find them. Are they even looking to me? Do they even know I'm alive?

The couple, as I later found out, the man was Ichigo, and the woman was Rei. They told me I was special, that I was going to be a famous singer and dancer. It was like a dream come true for me; I'd always wanted to be famous, to sing and dance. I took lessons to learn Japanese and Korean, and took vocal lessons and dance lessons until I was around 15. I'm 16 now, and things have really started taking off with my career. I had a few Korean and Japanese CD's out, numerous singles and music videos.

I know now, that Ichigo and Rei only helped me get this far to make money. It was all part of their plan, get a talented girl, teach her a few new languages, singing and dancing, get her famous and earn a profit of her money. I don't mind much; I'm just enjoying myself, enjoying the feeling of being onstage, of performing. That's all that matters to me; that, and maybe someday, meeting my family again.

I sighed and looked in the mirror. I looked nothing like I used to. I didn't even look American anymore. They'd done cosmetic surgery on me, when I was just nine. They said it would make me look beautiful. So I now looked Asian, with more olive colored skin. My hair was still black like it was when I was little, but I'd dyed it a brownish black color now, and it came down to my waist. My eyes were still green, which looks odd. An Asian with green eyes. Which is also why they make me wear brown contacts.

Sighing again, I picked up the photo of my family. There was Benji, my father, with his piercings and tattoos, then Joel, my 'mother', as he seemed to take on the mother role for us. Then there was Tommy and Jake, my brothers. I missed them so much... I cried myself to sleep every night, wishing I'd finally get to be with them again.

"Yoko, come on, your performance starts in ten," Ichigo called through the door, in Japanese, using my Japanese name. "Alright," I called back, finishing up the last of my makeup, before heading out, taking a breath.

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*Tommy*

"TOKYO?! We're going to TOKYO?!" Jake gasped, as Joel laughed a little at his outburst, "Yes, we're going to Tokyo. We have a few interviews and a performance," Joel told us.

I thought it was cool that Good Charlotte was still around; they were beginning to get like Aerosmith. 'Cept without being old. Being vampires kicks major ass. "Wow... Tokyo.." Danny said, looking a little overwhelmed, "Does that mean we have to learn Japanese now?"

"No," Joel laughed, "Billy's good with languages. I'm sure he knows Japanese well enough for all of us."

"Oh, good," Danny sighed, "I'd hate to have to learn more stuff. Highschool was bad enough."

We were all lounged around in the living room, with the exception of Benji. He'd gone to the bathroom and hadn't come back in a while now. "Alright guys, start packing, we leave in two days," Joel said, standing and stretching, "I'm gonna go see what's keeping Benji."

"I don't wanna pack," I groaned, laying back against the sofa. Jake snickered, "What a lazy bastard," he snickered, standing and grabbing my hand, pulling me up.

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*Benji*

Oh my god. Oh my god. That was the only thing that seemed to be running through my mind now, as I started down at the pregnancy test in my hand. I know I said I'd wanted a lot of kids, but after losing Faith, I wasn't sure I wanted to have anymore, for fear of losing them also. Hell, we'd lost Dan, but were lucky enough to find him again. Faith on the other hand, wasn't coming back.

"Benj?" Joel called, knocking on the door, "You alright? You've been in there a while."

"F-Fine," I whispered, opening the door, shoving the test into his hands, "Joel..."

He blinked, looking down at it, eyes widening, "Y-You're..?" he trailed off, looking at me. I nodded, a smile forming on my lips. I'd always said I'd wanted around seven kids; we'd be up to four now.

I nodded, laughing slightly as Joel hugged me, "Oh my gods.. this is... awesome.. I wanted more kids.." he smiled, kissing me.

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