Two Worlds

Chapter one: All life has a beginning

Life began simple as all things did. She remembers darkness, the warm shelter of another surrounding her, muted sounds, and soft nudges. Testing out what she knew to be an extension of her body. Wiggling toes and kicking limbs.

Then all at once there is light. Then there are faces, color, and sound. Touch and taste follow close behind. Blurry gives way to definition and she is met with what she would soon know as mother and father.

Except the mother's face is hard to remember and father is constant. Constant and unmoving. Father feeds us, father cleans us, father teaches us to walk, to speak, to pray, to run, to fight, to learn. Father has given us a name; Naomi.

We are... Naomi...

Throughout this Father shows us kindness and love. As we grow older; father's expectations grow, father's smile starts showing less, father becomes more disappointed, father becomes cold. Father sometimes becomes violently angry... Father is merely a caregiver...

"Are you paying attention?" The pink haired brown skinned girl looks up. Grey eyes blink up into her father's deep brown ones. His freckled face pulled into a frown.

"Sorry, I was thinking..." she replies, closing the Bible infront her.

"You are to pack your things, you move to academy town, japan in a week. You are leaving for the airport tomorrow," Father speaks. The girl nods and stands up, leaving her father's office. She closes the door softly but it still manages to echo and all those lingering and passing lookups. Nuns and priests alike stare.

Naomi hates their stares. They weren't unpleasant. They held no ill intent...only appraisal. Watching her as if she was a gift from God himself. Expectations. Expectations she knows if she slips up once will crush her and all that admiration will turn to anger.

"Heads up."

She didn't have to look to catch the candy thrown at her as she exited the church. Waiting was her cousin, Andrew. A brown hair boy with a tall and lean physique and cocky attitude. Dressed in a green hoodie and jeans with a smirk on his tan face. He was wasian young teen.

"Can't believe little Naomi leaves soon..." he chuckles and for once a smile glitters on her face and she feels alive.

"Ah well, you know me, wouldn't stay here if you begged me," she snorts. "Praying day in and day out," she says, shaking her head and sighing. "Such a chore.." Andrew laughs.

"No more of your messes," Andrew teases and ruffles the pink curls.

"Hey!"

Naomi spends a few minutes wrestling with Andrew before shoving him to get ready.

She stares in the mirror at herself, losing the joy she felt earlier. Sinking into the plush stool and staring deep into the dresser mirror. Steel eyes and pink curly hair accompanied by round glasses, a white hair bow in thick curly pink hair, bunny clip, and a button nose on deep auburn brown skin. A round face stares back at her and she presses her hand to the mirror. As if the image would change.
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"Meet your freshman class representative, Yukio Okumura." Her eyes turned to the stoic faced male who stood tall in his cross uniform.

"It means he got the top score on the entrance exam!" She glanced at some girls making heart eyes at the class representative.

"Wow!" One girl squeals.

"Look how handsome he is!" The other says.

She blinked and stared at the man. She supposed he was attractive but...huh... Not her type. She could see though, he was definitely qualified as he spoke to the crowd. Once they were all moved outside did she really grasp she was no longer home and wouldn't be for some time. That she had been shipped off to complete the mission father had given her. If only he had been more clear about it.