[b][center]Nami Tachibana[/b]

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The day started at fifteen past six exactly. It was when her alarm went off and she had to force herself out of bed. Before the clock would strike thirty she had to be out of the house and on her way to get fresh bread. Nami tied her hair up into a loose bun as she sneaked past the two other children that were sleeping in the room with her. Their open eyes, woken up by the ringing sound of the alarm clock, were the only things that followed her before they would close again after verifying that she was the only thing that had disturbed the chamber. Nami didn't smile at them and slipped into the hallway without making a sound. 

He didn't like it when they made noise in the morning. 

Besides the rest needed to sleep. Carefully Nami closed the wooden door behind her. There was a fault in the door and it had to be pulled up a bit before you could actually close it. In the two year she had lived here it had become second nature. Her hand left the door handle almost solemnly as if she was leaving something behind and she walked with quick light steps through the misty streets of Kirigakure. Though it was hard to see Nami navigated without a problem through the small alleyways. 

Soon she had acquired the bread and was on her way back. Breakfast had to be served latest at seven fifteen because the others needed to go to the Academy. Classes started at eight. 

Nami was greeted by Hotaru, her tiny little stepsister. She was wearing flowerpins in her jumpy brown hair today and their petals moved in the soft breeze when Nami entered the living room. Hotaru was busy putting the plates and glasses on the table. Soon the rest would come tumbling in. They would eat breakfast and leave to do the business of their day. Normally she would stay in later, she was the oldest, next to Father of course, so she would clean the house. 

But not today. 

Father entered the kitchen were Nami was slicing the bread in managable parts and placed his hand on her head. Nami, who knew it was he who had entered, smiled slightly and looked up. A pair of slightly dopey eyes greeted her. They were stark grey. She owed those eyes so so much. He was the father she never had. He was the man that helped her grow. He was the one that took care of her now even though she still had to fend for herself. But she had a home now and she couldn't begin to explain how good it was to have a home. And he was the one who had given her that. It was something that could not be repaid.

[b]"Yes Father?"[/b] She asked him politely. Always respect Father, that was rule number one in the house and everyone knew it. 

"Go join the others Nami." He said. "Today I'll serve breakfast."

Nami stared to him for a second. What should she say? She was never to argue with the man, but this was... She placed her knife down and nodded before wiping her hands on her apron. [b]"Yes Father."[/b] She said and left the room. 

They were all there. The four children that had arrived into this home together with her. They all sat up straight and were waiting. There was some jibbering between Toru and Fushimi, the small boys of eleven were always poking fun of each other. Yukio was way to young to understand so he just watched them. He was only six after all. They all fell silent however when Nami entered and gave her a questioning look. She told them breakfast would come soon and sat down without saying anything else. 

Yesterday she had gotten the message that she had a team now. She was a Genin that was part of a Team now. How strange. Father had told her that she had to do her best and Nami was going to follow that order. She had to do better then her best. But he also told her something else. Something concerning the way she always knew which people were in the room. It was to be their secret and she was not to tell anyone. So she promised of course. She would always promise. If Father didn't want anyone to know that that was fine. She had always kept it a secret. 

They ate the breakfast Father made and cleaned the house together as a real father and daughter. They were chatting and drank tea at eleven. When that was done he even walked her to the door and smiled to her. This was a big step, was what he said. He wished her good luck. Nami couldn't help but smile and feel proud. He had so much faith in her while she didn't even have that herself. How could he be so sure when she wasn't even sure herself? It felt good, having someone believe in you like that. 

Then she left the house. There was still quite a bit of time before she had to be with her new team and so she had asked Father if it was okay if she visited Nagi before that. He had said that that was fine and happy Nami started a jog towards the cemetary where her brother was burried. He was not really burried there but Father had set up a stone. He had done that for her so she could visit her brother when she wanted to. Again she felt that wave of gratitude. 

The graveyard was quite empty today even though the sun tried to brighten the place by pushing all the clouds aside. In the distance she could see three teenagers drinking at a grave. She didn't wonder who they had lost since she really didn't care. Sighing she sat down before Nagi grave and pulled her knees up to her chest. She stared to the name ingraved in white stone and pondered. Nagi had always been different from her and she wondered if - might he was watching now - if he would approve. He better, she thought. 

This was the best thing that had ever happened to her.