Naoto Fuyumine

I am Fuyumine Naoto. Do you know what I am looking for? Rp blog. Follows tag #theblademaiden.

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Cocking her hip outwards with a slender hand placed boisterously upon it, Mimi quickly rebutted with, “Well, I can help ya. Info brokin’ and such can really build that sorta skill,” she follows this risky statement with a grin, “Soooo?”

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Naoto smiles vaguely. 'No, it's fine. I-'' She falters, struck by a sudden thought. An information broker, she said? The hand that had wandered to her sword's satchel tightens on the material ever so slightly. Suddenly, she is glad she's bumped into this sprightly girl. 'Actually... do you think you know of a one who fights with a sword?' She decides she'll only reveal her sword when Mimi needs to understand better.

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{ I really like to think that Mimi has this big wall of pictures that she’s accumulated throughout her years of photography of people she’s known. Some of them— a lot of them actually have probably passed. But she continues to add pictures of the new people she meets, like Badou, Naoto Heine and the gang. It’s almost like a way for her to cope with all the change and violence surrounding her.}

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Naoto is caught off guard by the question. It was silly, she knew, to be surprised at all, to be stirred by such a little thing. But she was, she was. “I am delivering something.” The words rolled off her tongue naturally, giving nothing within away.

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Naoto does not know quite what to do. She is sitting in the pews of the church, clad in scratchy lolita clothing, and rubbing away at her katana with a greyed out cloth.

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Naoto is out into the frigid night again, pulling her coat tight around herself. She distractedly pushes back an escaped bit of newspaper into her bag and begins trudging through the city. She passes people of all walks of life. She sees couples, children, groups of teenagers… None of them alone, she silently notes. Of course. In a place as dangerous as this, nobody in the right mind would be. Unless they were strong. Strong. In her mind’s eye, she sees a tuft of messy white hair. Sharp eyes. Sharp nose. Sharp cheekbones. Thin as a stick, anything but the word “strong". But he is strong. So strong. Immortal. Then she sees them. The same cheekbones, the same nose, although not a look as harrowed as him in all. Or perhaps it is the illusion cast by the round— sunglasses? —that engulf his upper face. The cheekbones barely peek out. And then she sees the blonde, matted hair that fell down in styled, almost chunky strips. No, definitely not Heine. But his face. Too familliar. Too familliar. He reeked of the same darkness. That face. And he was alone. Strong. His face. His face. Who are you, Naoto wanted to ask. The question twisted and burned at the back of the tongue.

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One is seeking info

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A light, wiry brow is raised at this visitor. “Ah," Mimi breathes, trying to sort him out. Quite strange. Dark hair like the sword girl, and seemingly quiet, so far at least.

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As she passes over the roll of newspaper, a sudden urge to sneeze blooms in Naoto's nose.

Her fingers fly to pinch it mute just in time. Unfortunately, a little squeak escapes her. She is dismayed, and a little embarrassed as the woman chuckles.

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Mimi can’t help but laugh,...

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Tune in next time!: kerberosheine: mimis-info-dont-come-cheap: Mimi can’t help but laugh,…

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Tune in next time!: theblademaiden: Tune in next time!: kerberosheine:…

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She reaches out a hand to shake Mimi's. She almost says thank you; Naoto can see the concern in her eyes, albeit well concealed. This girl-- she is far more clever than she looks, Naoto realizes. Then she corrects herself. No, anybody could see it if they looked closely enough. In her little lithe figure, there is a subtlety to the presence she exudes. She is discreet. Careful. Naoto wonders how such a bright, cheery girl could have such depth.

She returns the smile.

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Mimi can’t help but laugh, “You’re no fun, are ya?” once again, her hands raise in a peaceful manner. “Have it your way, hot...

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Tune in next time!: kerberosheine: mimis-info-dont-come-cheap: Mimi can’t help but laugh,…

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"Naoto." She says quietly, watching the girl before her. “I didn’t get your name, either." She smiles, hesitantly. Almost as an afterthought, she continues: “And he—" she breaks the gaze and makes eye contact with the albino briefly here "—is not my… boyfriend."

Not one of many words, and having said all the otherwise necessary things, Naoto sinks back into silence again.

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Mimi can’t help but laugh, “You’re no fun, are ya?” once again, her hands raise in a peaceful manner. “Have it your way, hot and sticky long way and no nicknames. Though the last bits gonna be pretty hard, I’m just sayin..” Keeping in a giddy...

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Naoto felt the impact before it hit her. It was funny, really. Or maybe queer was a better word. Or strange. 

She had felt the ends of her short hair lifting. A sudden fear gripped her chest, like those moments when you miss a step on the stairs. And then, wham. A frame smaller than hers crashed into her back.  

She stumbled, and then righted both herself and the girl. Just as a voice began to whisper how she shouldn’t let herself get lost in her thoughts at a place like this, Naoto saw the face of the girl who she was holding by the shoulders.

It was familiar.

She knew this girl.

And she realizes, now— I never got her name.

Her mouth parts open slightly in a silent ‘O’.

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