MY NAME IS...


Recently, my friend from Japan phoned me. She said she had come to the Philippines and will stay here for Christmas with some of her relatives. I knew Terumi Naitou back when she was a foreign exchange student in high school. We shared similar interests so we became friends.

I was her guide to the local culture. I was her confidante during her stay. I was her friend. Correction. I'm still her friend. Yes, even though, we haven't seen each other in two to three years, we've been keeping in touch with each other. Heh, I even remember when she sent me an original autographed DVD copy of Cutie Honey (w/c I almost sold in E-Bay but didn't because of the overwhelming sentimental value. I love you, Terumi hehehehe ^__^') and an advanced copy of FF-12(you're unberibaburyaaaaaaaaa!!).

Her family acknowledged me as one of her closest friends and, thus, giving me a name that meant I would be considered as part of their family. Right now, I'm still a bit teary-eyed because they deemed me special enough to be given such an honor.

They named me after Terumi's late grandfather, Naitou Hisamezawa, whom Rumi-chan was especially close to. I've only talked to her Oji-chama twice but I immediately saw that he was a remarkably guy. He even told me that the feeling was mutual, that he was glad I took good care of his granddaughter, that he talked to me and treated me like I was also his grandchild. Arigato, Jiji. Rest in peace.

So that's how I became a part of a family a thousand miles away. THat's how I became closer to Terumi and the rest of the Naitou household.

That was how I became Naitou Hisame.