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i.

You see your mom touch her wrist with focused intent. Her finger pokes and slides across the inner length of her forearm. You mimic these gestures on yourself to see what the big fuss is about. The point and fun of it all is lost on you but you’ve seen her do this so many times that you can perform the movements without any trouble. 

Gentle hands wrap around your small body and lifts you off the ground.

“Nami-chan, what are you doing?” The voice coos close to your ear as you’re set down into her lap. 

You raise your wrist for her to see that you can be just like her. “Nami-chan is like kaasan!”

“Why does Nami-chan want to be like kaasan?”

Her face is close so you place both your hands on her cheeks. “Because kaasan is the best! Nami-chan wants to be like kaasan.” 

ii.

The swings stops being fun around the seventh or eighth swing. At first the thrill of just getting here without having to whine and wait for your mom or dad to take you circulates through your system. As soon as that dies out, so does the rest of your joy. Every where you turn your head the other kids your age have someone with them. 

A friend. A nanny. A parent.

But you have no one. You’re not even sure how you got here in the front place. What if the warmth of your own house is forever lost to you? Your feet hover and dangle around as the swings keeps you suspended off the ground. Tears start leaking through your eyes. You don’t like this feeling. You want to be grounded again and to be where it’s safe, but you don’t cry out because you don’t want to attract attention.

If it’s not your mom, you don’t want their attention.

Vibrations against your wrist makes you yelp against your own will. You unwittingly poke at the flashing light on the bracelet. 

“Nami-chan??” Her voice feeds through the speakers of the bracelet. You hold it up closer to your ear because you feel the comfort just from her voice. “Nami-chan, where are you? Tell kaasan right now so kaasan can find you.”

iii.

[ voice message received from Tousan ] “Nami-chan, are you mad at kaasan?”

You let the message sit there for a while with no intention to answer right away. They are almost one and the same person. What one person knows, so does the other. 

“No, Nami-chan is not mad.” [ voice message successfully sent! ]

[ voice message received from Tousan ] “Kaasan and tousan are just worried. Your friend is very nice but her parents are with a bad company. We don’t know if they will end up hurting Nami-chan.”

“Nami-chan understands. I’m sorry.” [ voice message successfully sent! ]

At a push of a button, a screen shines on the bare canvas of your wrist. You draw out a quick sketch of your mom with a big heart around her. Quickly, you write in the words “Kaasan always keeps Nami-chan’s best interest in her heart so Nami-chan always keeps Kaasan in hers.”

[ photo message successfully sent! ]

iv.

You wake up in the morning.

[ you have no new messages ]

You finish up scarfing down whatever is thrown together for breakfast. Luxury meals have been out of the question for so long that you never take into account if the bread is a bit stale or if you’ve had the same meal for three days in a row. Life on the run was never meant to be easy.

[ you have no new messages ]

You survive a false alarm. The newest hideout had a guest circle around the front time and time again. Everybody speculated that it must have been a Nexus agent. They almost killed him.

If it wasn’t for uncle Peter stepping in and finding out that he was just homeless and unstable, they might’ve succeeded.

[ you have no new messages ]

You make it through another day without hearing from the two people you care most in the world, but you hold out hope that they’re still out there.

[ you have no new messages ]

v.

The video on the screen grabs you by the throat and holds your attention in place. You dare not to move in fear of missing a single word. Everything is so still all around you yet the anticipation and excitement in the air keeps everything buzzing ever so slightly. The surroundings feel so surreal to you. You’ve had dreams that feel the same way as this but now, you are falling without the safety net of knowing that you were asleep.

You are awake and this is reality.

You are awake and the future is now the present. 

The bracelet is being manufactured and announced about right before your very eyes. Perhaps this is your chance. You’ve done your time and you’ve waited for the stars to realign. The pieces are so close to being in place again.

“Kaasan,” a small whisper fall out of your mouth. “Please hold on just a while longer.”

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Nami shakes her head furiously from side to side, and follows it with a small raspberry noise. “It doesn’t sound glamorous but it’s still a big position!” She smiles up at Moria. “I enjoy your company too.”

“Wow,” Peter can’t help but show his surprise. “You just looked so young I didn’t even think you were one of the workers. –But then again Nami here is one of our best employees. What do you do in Nexus?”

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Nami gives Moria a big reassuring nod. “Mandatory attendance or not, Moria here is still one of the hardest workers I know! Are you working right now though? I don’t wanna be bothering you.”

“Hey there, Moria.” He’d shake her hand but Nami already has the girl in a death grip of a hug. Instead he settles for a small wave and a friendly grin. “Are you here for kicks or are you a big science fan as well?” 

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Nami wraps her arms around Moria almost instantaneously when Moria came within hugging distance. “It’s so good to see you here. I thought I was gonna have to look everywhere for you.” She frowns a little to show Moria how just the thought of that made her upset. “Oh, Moria. This is my ‘uncle’ Peter Petrelli. Uncle Peter, this is my very very good friend Moria.”

“Nami, don’t– Inside voice, Nami. It’s a bit more packed here than I imagined but we could’ve walked over to her.”

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“--Ah. Uncle Peter. Uncle Peter, look I think I see my friend there! I wanna introduce you to her!” Nami cups her hands around her mouth and calls out for her friend. “Moria!”

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Nami giggled and shook her head. “No, for me too. Me too!” She even pointed at herself for emphasis. If she could, she would jump up too to make herself stand out even more. She felt determined to stick with Mary no matter how long the training took. Baby steps were a nice change of pace from being thrown straight into the pool and learning to swim so to speak. 

“I’m ready!” Nami shouted a little too loudly out of her excitement and willingness to get started. “Let’s do this!” She held onto Mary’s hand just as tightly. Up to this point, Nami hadn’t fallen yet and all she had to go on was some shaky memory of skating once or twice on roller blades. Things should somewhat be better now that she had actual knowledge to serve as foundation. She got into the right posture and pushed off with her left foot first. “Whoa! I’m kinda doin’ it.”

On Ice | Nami and Mary

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I let it grow a bit. I didn’t think I looked that different, hehe. Heya, Jack! What cha up to?

Oh, hey Nami-chan! I almost didn’t recognize you, you changed your hair?

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“I would geek out if I met Kate Winslet,” she admits. “I would cry and tell her how she saved me when I watched Titanic in theaters.”

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“Nyeh,” Nami scrunched her face up, sticking out her tongue playfully. She reached out to grab onto Mary’s hand first before letting go of the rail. The ice felt less scary and scarier at once. At least she had some support from Mary this time but she also knew if she fell Mary would be dragged down with her mistake. Nami tuned into what the instructor was saying just so she was sure to not mess up.

He explained the proper posture to have and thoroughly went through how to glide on the ice. He demonstrated this a couple of times, then did some more intricate skate work as he went back to his original starting point. “Ah, what a show off,” Nami pointed and said in a teasing manner. 

On Ice | Nami and Mary

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ooc:// call out post @ everybody

come write with me before i [//vague empty threat not found]

edit: “before i send alyssa after you” 

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Balance... Balance. Nami had done other physically demanding tasks compared to this and yet she still struggled. She glided (shakily) towards the instructor but spun around when she heard Mary. “I know me too! Maybe we’ll get the hang of it by the end of the day or somethin’,” she giggled. Despite her shaky balance on the ice she still took one wobbly glide after another until she was right behind Mary. After grabbing onto the rail for support, she stood a little taller with more confidence. “Here. I’ll be right behind ya so no worries about falling!”

She leaned forward to whisper to Mary, “I think he likes you. He’s not too bad of a looker.” 

On Ice | Nami and Mary

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Nami holds up a manila folder so it’s in plain view, “Delivery from the department office?”

‘‘What are you doing in my office?’’ Tracy folds her arms upon her chest as she leans off the frame of the door. Her eyes analyzing the person in front of her. Her voice expressed genuine curiosity rather than anger or resent. 

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I work here, silly.

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It had been so long since the last time Nami ice skated that she looked upon the vast sheet of synthetic ice with awe as if this was her first time. The frigid temperature of the arena seeped through the few layers of clothing Nami had on. Even with her arms completely covered by the sleeves of her jacket, she just knew the goosebumps were there. "I hope so!" She replied, looking around for anybody who remotely resembled a professional. When that bore no results, she frowned a touch.

"The only ones I see who are helping others learn how to skate are parents," she turned to Mary. As if Nami's mother as her current self would've come to help the two of them skate. Nami took a few steps forward, literally just walking in her skates, and wobbled slightly as she tried to keep her balance. Unfortunately, this didn't feel like getting back on a bike after so many years. "Maybe we could just hold onto the rails until we get the hang of it?" Shaky step after shaky step, Nami finally got to the outer perimeter of the rink. Although it wasn't too far off from where they were standing, it felt like such a long distance.

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Mary had Nami over her place and they were watching television when a scene of an ice rink came up and Mary offhandedly said, “I want to ice skate”. Her friend, always the supportive one, encouraged it and next thing she knows, she bought a ticket to skate at the Rink. It wasn’t as glamorous as the movies had portrayed it, given that despite buying the tickets you had to wait in line because it had a limited capacity. But at least the area was nice. Mary never really went out. As always, she preferred indoors, but tonight she was actually glad she hadn’t.

They only had two people, another pair Mary assumed, in front of them left before they got their chance on the rink. “Do you think they have people who kind of run the basics of skating? You know, like a refresher?” Mary turned to look at Nami, not sure if she had already mentioned that. Mary already knew how to skate. Kinda. She hadn’t in so long and was a bit nervous at the thought of having lost it. She did not want to go home with ice burns

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How - Regina Spektor

Time can come and take away the pain But I just want my memories to remain To hear your voice To see your face There’s not one moment I’d erase You are a guest here now