Can you call this meditating (open)

[molkaice]

A deep breath in, a long exhale, another deep breath, Shiro had be repeating this process for the better part of an hour. Though working up a sweat on the roof of his condominium relaxed him part of his new mission was to better control every aspect of his person. To accomplish this meditation was by far the best technique to learn self control and restraint. Still he would be lying if he didn't say this was excruciating boring, and little more than a glorified breathing exercise. Peeking one eye open he scanned the beautiful scenery before him devoid of all the concrete and synthetic buildings and machinery of the city surrounding it's perimeter. He closed his eye, recalling this natural environment was called Central Park a slice of heaven in this city of high-rise sky scrappers. This park reminded him of the facilities that were surrounded with natural beauty however in this case he was able to immerse himself in it.

Deciding to make one more go at this mental technique before returning to his new home Shiro calmed his breathing and attempted to eliminate stray thoughts. Pulling in the minor heat and radiation he exuded and focusing solely on his own being Shiro began to become blind, death, and dumb to the world. From his previous attempts he learned to accept this state and to continue on. Shiro teachers would often tell him that he had to first disconnect and master himself then he would be able to reconnect with the world in a whole new manner. Hoping this time would bring him closer to this universal enlightenment Shiro ignored the mass of heat on a collision course with him. Thus abruptly ending his attempt by way of a sharp pain of a body colliding with him. Startled Shiro tried to focus his vision only making out a silhouette with sun at this figures back. Knowing better than attempting to change the light spectrum to Infrared to identify the offender Shiro decided to begin a dialogue rather than wait for his vision to correct itself. Attempting to put to practice self restraint, the plasma wielding man straightened himself out and calmly asked "Are you okay?"

[aiko]

Somehow, Aiko had managed to avoid having classes beyond twelve thirty every single day—it took some serious talent to get that done in college—and with the extra time she always promised herself that she would show herself around the city and become familiar with it. New York City was going to become her home for at least two years, and if she liked it even longer, so it seemed appropriate to get used to the layout, familiarize herself with the streets and shortcuts she could take, and to become well acquainted with the restaurants, museums, and other attractions; Aiko was one to enjoy eating food, so the restaurants took a top priority a lot of the time. She had already explored various neighborhoods, like SoHo and Chinatown, among others, and found herself all around Manhattan. Through all of her self-guided tours and what not, Aiko had worked towards the center of Manhattan, which also happened to be a world famous park.

Central Park. Despite being in Japan for a good nineteen and some decimal years of her life, Aiko had always heard about New York City from her English teachers, diplomats her parents had over at the house, and children who were lucky enough to travel with their parents overseas for vacations and business trips. Some place that always seemed to be brought up while the subject of New York City was on the table was Central Park. It was a “must see” whenever someone went to the American city and was supposedly large and populated enough to occupy a whole day of activities; not to mention that it was apparently easy to get lost without a good sense of direction. Since her studies always took precedent over any real outside activities, Aiko never had the time to travel with her parents, or anyone else actually, and only was able to speculate about the information and pictures that she had been introduced to over the internet and other places.

Now that she was free from the domain of her parents and other guardian figures, Aiko was able to explore the park for herself and see if it was as wonderful and mystical as everyone made it seem. The park had been pretty impressive for the few moments that she had been in it. There were people strewn out everywhere enjoying a variety of activities and all Aiko could really get herself to do was wander around aimlessly and watch everyone. She did get the occasional text too.

Pulling her phone from her pocket after feeling it buzz lightly in her jeans pocket, Aiko turned all of her attention to the screen and was able to enter a few kanji characters before hearing someone refer to her as ‘blonde asian girl’ and tell her to watch out for a stray football that was coming her way. Though she did move from her previous spot and even kept an eye on the ball to make sure she wasn’t going to be hit by it, the young bottle blonde managed to run into and trip over someone or something sitting on the grass. Figures. Luckily, without having to hit the ground in anyway, Aiko simply stumbled and regained her balance before turning to the person she had just run into and giving a slight bow.

”Yes, I’m fine. Are you all right as well? I apologize for not seeing you there first.”

[molkaice]

To say he was shocked would be an understatement, truthfully Shiro did not know where to begin. First having someone bow and apologize here in New York was surprising, he had already been pushed and shoved numerous times and was informed of how rude the United States is prior to his departure and was ordered not to take offense, which was difficult considering his personality. Second was who it was, meeting a fellow Japanese citizen was encouraging. However as Shiro continued examining her a part of his mind kept saying he recognized her, the problem was from where. With his past it was not uncommon to run into acquaintances or find resemblances to people, remembering where he saw or met someone was one of his jobs, but for now the flame wielder Decided to shelve that odd feeling for later. Picking himself up Shiro bowed in return calmly dismissing any concern "I'm fine, I've had far more abrupt wake up calls, I'll take your word that this was an accident. My name is Shiro, Shiro Yoshida nice to meet you" straightening from his bow he heard shouts of a group of young men looking sheepishly over at them, giving them a shrug and returning a wave when they kept waving in his direction the plasma manipulator looked around. It was then Shiro noticed them point toward a football on the ground laying just a few feet away. He could not lie football was not his sport truthfully he had never seen it played and could only hazard a guess, but if there was a time not to embarrass himself now was it. Picking up the oblong ball he hurled it, as he assumed it was thrown anyway, the result proved otherwise when it wobbled then landed a few paces ahead of the recipients. Knowing that he had failed before the ball even landed Shiro shyly scratched the back of his head hoping maybe he had not made a fool of himself in front of this beautiful lady, but also was caught but any reporters that could have a field day with this. He could see it now, "Yoshida clans son ignorant of All American Sport: how can he take over the family business with lack of cultural knowledge." Not only would his family be embarrassed but the public cover his organization made would be under question. He was supposed to be studying American culture to better prepare for taking over the Yoshida's multi-billion dollar conglomerate. Turning to the young woman and ignoring the laughter from the guys he threw, more liked fumbled, the ball to a hopeful look on his face Shiro said the first thing he could think of "How do you like Central Park?".

[aiko]

As the person she had run into introduced themselves again, Aiko gave a slight bow and nod of her head. Despite having her head full of thoughts related to running into someone, where the football had actually landed, and whether she should have helped the man up, she couldn’t help but notice that the stranger she had bumped into was of Japanese decent and possessed the last name Yoshida. She thought for a moment and studied the man before finally getting the lightbulb to flicker on. Shiro Yoshida. Son of one of the most well known international businessmen on the face of the planet. The same recognition occurred with Mrs. Yoshida and his sister was quite popular too, since she was something of a golden child. Though Aiko had heard about the son a few times, okay more than a few times because she practically soaked up information from the news, he was a bit more obscure.

Bowing again, the bottle blonde watched as Shiro incorrectly threw the football and it tumbled and bounced a few yards before coming to a complete stop. Aiko was, most definitely, the type of girl who would laugh at that sort of thing because it was entertaining to see people mess up on occasion, but Shiro, based on his character from the newspapers, magazines, and the internet blogs, didn’t seem like the sort of person who would be amused so Aiko tried to refrain from even the slightest giggle in order to avoid offending the Yoshida clan member. While she knew that laughing was generally okay, Aiko simply wanted to make this interaction as friendly as possible and not seem like she ridiculing a member of such a highly esteemed family.

“This park? It’s just as amazingly awesome as everyone made it sound back in Tokyo… uh, Mr. Shiro or Mr. Yoshida? Maybe Yoshida-sama? How about you feel about the surroundings?”

Aiko disguised a small laugh that managed to escape her lips with a cough and a nose rub before smiling and turning her attention to some of the activities that were going on behind Shiro. A lot of the people seemed to like tossing around various balls and other sports items for fun while some were just sitting around, getting some rest and/or talking on their phones. With the very thought of a phone, Aiko checked it for any new messages she might have missed and slid her cell phone back into her pocket. She wasn’t particularly sure whether or not Shiro minded it, but she personally hated it when someone was messing with their electronic items while in a conversation.

“Uh, I can’t believe I forgot. I know who you are since you’re infamous in Japan, but, obviously, you’d have no idea who I am. Aiko, at your service.”

Her identities always confused her. On one hand, Aiko knew that acknowledging herself as Aiko Miyazaki was no problem at all whenever she didn’t have the shining blonde hair or at least had it partially covered up—as you can imagine, getting rid of the bleach blonde look every time she wanted to interact with the outside world was not the easiest or most simple of approaches so the blonde was typically left in. Then there was covering it somewhat, but Aiko was not going to do that on a day where her head would sweat and dirty her hair quicker. Despite not going along with the recommendations that the Japanese government had given her, the blonde asian had managed tie her hair up in a ponytail for the day in order to change things up a bit. Oh, and she had even left her blue contacts out as well.

All in all, she hoped that most people, especially any Japanese or persons of other nationalities, who knew of Honey Lemon wouldn’t make much of a connection except maybe the blonde hair and the occasional eye color changing contacts. After all, there were plenty of gyaru, or gals, who had blonde hair and followed various trends.

[molkaice]

“This park? It’s just as amazingly awesome as everyone made it sound back in Tokyo… uh, Mr. Shiro or Mr. Yoshida? Maybe Yoshida-sama? How about you feel about the surroundings?

Great, the Yoshida clansmen thought, once again his family's prestige was affecting his everyday life. Happy that she took his abrupt change of topic smoothly Shiro responded to her question "I find this park to be refreshing for those moments I wish to truly relax." making a waving motion as thought swatting a fly the young man continued "You don't have to address me in any special way just Yoshida-san would suffice."
Shiro appreciated the young woman stifling her laugh to help him save face, but the large reason he was here was to exercise restraint. Listening as she told him her name, Aiko Miyazaki, he took the time to fully examine this person before him. While to many she would appear as a normal female Shiro could tell she must of had some training as her posture, slightly guarded stance, and awareness of her surroundings were not something a common person had. Nodding his head to support her assumption of his lineage Shiro's mind kept wondering to his half brother Harada Kenichiro better known as the Silver Samurai for reasons he did not know, last he had heard his brother was in Big Hero 6 and was gaining recognition from the main family. Why his half brother was popping into his head was the main question the plasma user asked himself. Shaking his head Shiro decided not to think of such upsetting people only for loud obnoxious laughter to fill his ears. Turning around he noticed the men he tossed, fumbled, the ball to were recreating it between themselves, and laughing so hard they could not keep standing. Apparently they decided to add in foreign stereotypes to enhance the joke. Clenching his fist the flame wielder decided to once again exercise restraint and take the amateur play as just light ribbing on a mistake. Shiro laughed with them looking back toward Miyazaki-san hoping she would not restrict herself this time, hoping to learn more about his sudden new acquaintance. "So Miyazaki-san how did you find yourself in the United States?" Noticing that the comedians were still carrying on Shiro snapped his thumb and pinky before waiting for the young woman's answer. It was then that the football exploded into a handful of leather pieces, Shiro smiled to himself he did not have to be completely restrained.