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I think I have a younger sister back home.

Her name is Sakura.

[Some frustrated pen-taps. Why can he not read that name?]

I'm sorry. What was her name, again?

[He writes it again, slightly larger and neater]

Sakura

[He takes his time trying to read it, but all he sees is a blur of ink. There's something about that name...]

You're not a ninja, are you?

Not as far as I know.

Mm, okay. Maybe it's just coincidence.

What is?

The name. Whatever your sister was named, I can't read it, and that often happens when it's the name of someone from your past who is important to you. It could be the same name, not the same person.

Oh. I see.

It's the name of a flowering tree - a very pretty one.

With pink blossoms, perhaps?

Did it feel like she was?

Yeah.

A bit. Someone important to me, that I had to protect.

[...]

I also don't know why I'd be eating dinner with a twelve-year-old otherwise.

Sakura? That's a very pretty name!

Yeah, it is.

[ There's a big messy inkblot here. Someone can't quite read that name, but it feels important. ]

What's her name?

[Bigger and clearer again because god you people can't read]

Sakura

You have terrible handwriting.

No, you just have terrible eyesight, apparently.

I have great eyesight. I just can't read that.

[He'll just draw an arrow up to Bell's comment (http://kinomoto-kun.livejournal.com/1628.html?thread=14428#t14428)]

So I knew her.

[ It was going to be a question, but then it made too much sense for the question mark. ]

Guess so.

What do you know about her?

She's younger than me - maybe eleven or twelve. Brown hair, happy face. Good cook.

I'll remember that.

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