Kame: Helloooo! Once again, I'm releasing another multi-chap fic when I have stories that need to be updated...BAD KAME, BAD!! XD Anyway, this is quite similar to my FMA fic Rain, and like it it will be short, about 5 chapters long. How about we play a game of 'who's this character?' lol the first one may be kinda obvious, though.

Disclaimer: Tch....

Names

There are two parts to a name. A surname shows your roots and your ancestry. It is the name you wear in public, for the sake of your family. With the surname comes expectations; the expectations that you will uphold the honor of your family. It identifies you with a group of people, and shapes your life. It is your class, your place in life, your profession, your husband/wife, their class and profession, and the life of your children. It's durable; it exists before your birth and usually goes beyond your death.

Then there is the first name. It is the name you are first called, from the time of birth until you start to venture out into society, and are forced to bear your family's name. The first name is intimate, personalized for that particular person. It has a special meaning that especially applies to that individual.

My name fits me perfectly; superior, skilled, excellent, bravery. I don't give a damn if it sounds arrogant.

Your first name expresses you; you can even change it if you want. If you were born Jessie and changed it to Sophie, or Ned, or whatever the hell you want to be called, fine; but no matter what, if your last name is Johnson, then that's your fucking last name till marriage, where you'll then be forced to carry someone else's name (if you're a girl). Unlike a surname, the first name is not for the public. It's for close friends and family, those who know and understand you best, those who can see the connection with the name and personality. I don't take names lightly; the only people I call by name are those who I respect (something you have to earn from me). Very few people even know my first name, let alone use it. The only one who's stupid enough to call me by my first name is that damn rabbit. As much as I hate to admit it, I think the damn rabbit is the only one who understands…a little bit. Bookmen aren't complete idiots, even if he acts like one 98 percent of the time.

A name is something sacred. My name is like Mugen; it is personal and I am the only one allowed to touch it.

It's only a matter of time, damn rabbit…

Kame: Well, is it good? Does it suck? Do I need to go and crawl under a rock like the little kame I am? I won't know till you review!^^