Hiroshima, Japan 1940's
Honoka Yamazaki was a young child who lived in Hiroshima at the time of World War II. She lived with her older brother and sister, Akiyo and Hotari. Honoka had long brown hair that was tied up into a ponytail with an ice blue ribbon that Akiyo gave her on her 5th birthday. She had two eyes but her right one was infected with a disease. Therefore, she couldn't see through it. But she could see through her left eye, a hazel eye that never lost its shine. She would wear a kimono with was purple like the night sky, with like star designs on the bottom and around the sleeves.
She was pale and skinny. Weighing only fifty-three pounds at the age of seventeen.
She weigh less than Hotari and Akiyo and the two regret letting her give them her share of food, a piece of bread with the freshest water they could find. Honoka had this rule, feed the elder and young first, then worry about yourself. Even after the atomic bomb, Honoka strictly followed that rule, even when Hotari and Aliyo had to beg to get Honoka to eat at least a loaf.
A few years have passed and Hotari and Akiyo were dead. Hotari killed by Americans and Akiyo shot in the head by some unknown asshole.
Honoka had moved to the United States, fidgeting the death if Hotari and the not knowing the consequences that followed. Honoka's objection was to get away from Hiroshima, hoping the United States would at least one percent better. Well, hell, she was wrong.
Only a few days after she moved in, strange people in white uniforms would ride on horses, (because they thought it wasn't needed) some in a stampede, others in a slow trot. Unfortunately, Honoka was wearing her night sky kimono for all to see. The riders that ran just ran by, not noticing the brunette in the kimono. When the last one of the stampede came rushing by, Honoka fell thanks to the unexpected knock of wind that pushed her down. Mud had coated the bottom trim and sleeves. She attempted to stand but the mud would simply not allow such a deed. She slipped and fell back down on the hard unwelcoming floor.
"Ne, ya need some help?"
Honoka looked up and saw the strangest American she had seen all day. His hair gave off a silvery glint while she eyes were squinted, letting his eyes not be seen. His skin was pale but not as pale as Honoka's. The man remained her of a fox, but a snake at the same time.
"Here." The man reached down with spinster like fingers and a bony hand.
Honoka grabbed the hand and pulled herself up, nearly slipping but recovered just in time.
"Hmmmm, yer Japanese, ain't cha?" The man asked.
Honoka nodded her head. "Hai." Honoka then motioned to the spot she was once at and bowed her head. "Domo arigato." She whispered, pulling her small body back up to its fullest height.
The man once again reached his hand out. "Why don't cha come with me?"
Honoka hesitated at first but slowly took his hand. Curiosity getting the better of her. The strange American hauled Honoka up in the front of his stallion.
Honoka fell back, hitting the man's chest and grabbing tightly at his legs. The man laughed and reached around her frightened body to grab the reins of the stallion once more.
Honoka could never trust an American, and yet, she would only trust this one.