Naomi was born on a sweet and warm Autumn day in a nice small hospital situated in quiet small town near a coastal city in Japan to an happily married couple. She was a second child; the first was a boy who was ten years older than her named Kyousuke.
Naomi use to have the smallest and brightest smile, one that would make strangers heart quiver and want to give her things or make her parents want to spoil her with hugs and kisses. It was the smile she wore when she first attended primary school, when she first held a daito and shoto, and when she first kissed a boy on the cheek.
It was also the smile she plastered on her face when her father divorced her mother, when she was alone at home while her mother worked, and when they had to sell their house and move to the city.
After a while the smiling just become too hard, so she stopped. Once she stopped smiling, people walked away and left her alone to her silence. She began smoking, getting into fights, cutting class, and well, filling in. Her mother scolded her, and she talked back until one day her mother decided to walk out. Apparently not watching your daughter was better than watching her destroy herself.
By the time she entered Chiharu High School she was a 5' 10, fairly good looking, chain smoking delinquent who kept to herself and earned a rogue status. She was still a girl of course and girls her age needed money, so she juggled jobs. She also unknowingly itched for company. That's when she met him.
He was an idiot. A smooth, smart, and kind idiot. He also had a nice umbrella. He was good with women, and even better at handling shinais. What she remembers of him were fond things. She remembered his sisters. She remembered Kendo. She remembered lying to herself. She remembered how she longed for his attention with a desperation that had almost pulled her back into her solemn self that he had saved her from.
She also remembered her. A foreigner who was a brilliant blonde, with a caring and strong personality. Her hair smelled like wealth, if wealth had a smell. She was a light drinker. She was so sweet and loving under that tough exterior. Naomi envied her at times. She also had a brother. She would have sworn he was a gigolo if they weren't so well off. He was very handsome however, the “epitome” of masculinity.
The three of them were club mates before they were friends. They drank illegally, challenged artery clogging food challenges and fought for nationals. Naomi was happy.
Time passed. Things changed. Life moved on, and so did she. Weeks after graduation she had decided to leave Japan and head to the states to live with her brother.
Despite the blonde's pleas and how she could help her financially, Naomi decided it was best to move. At the airport she kissed her farewell and exchanged an awkward hug from him. E-mails were exchanged, along with parting gifts and promises to keep in touch. Naomi wished them well. They wished her well.
And like that, she left.