The Hangout Hangout - [Open, Yumi]

[Hasaharu Seizan]

Another day of classes, their heads filled with the methods and formulas to lose their humanity and become shinobi for their village. The rhyme and reason of abandoning the soul and the good-nature that parents wrote on the hearts of their children, for the sake of safety and security. That was the day, from dawn until dinner-time, but the magic of a kid is that they can bounce back from anything at all. The point of one of the scroll-reader pointers was poking lightly into the wall of the locker, scraping a series of words as if to answer the person who had come before him.

It was, of course, childishly lewd. But that's what they had to deal with when they were in their student years. In the springtime of youth, they were all children. Seizan chuckled and scrubbed a hand through his dark hair, realizing that Miha would have laughed herself to tears over the inanity of the writing on the wall. It was one of the few moments where he could think of his sister without becoming dismal and grey.

"And then he..." he murmured, scribbling a little more before setting the pointer down. Someone had invested a lot of time to re-plaster the walls after the Cabal attack. A shame for them that the plaster was still so soft.<i></i>

 

[Kazumi]

Some probably would have thought it rather strange to attend classes at the dead of night at the academy. Tsukino Yumi was certainly among them when she began learning there a mere week back, but now being at the academy during the day felt strange… It could not be helped however. She had let her pack in the scroll locker by mistake the night before and if she had any hope of not being punished until her arms fell off she had to retrieve it.

She was still rubbing sleep from her eyes, the nocturnal schedule that had been forced upon her was still rather strange and to wake up in the evening continued to mess with her senses. While there were others there, no one she knew, it was not as crowded as she had thought it might have been. The slightly shorter young girl slid open the door to one of the rooms where she believed she had left it. Inside she saw a dark haired boy, who while a measure taller, didn’t look to be much older than she.

The urge to silently slide the door close lingered in her mind a few moments, but she felt certain that this… might have been the room she was in the night before. With a silent resigned sigh she stepped inside and spoke up, but even with her efforts to sound the contrary she sounded rather timid. “Have… you seen a black pack around here?”

 

[Hasaharu Seizan]

"...with a..." he was musing as he chewed on the blunter end of the stylus he was holding. Employed in the childish game of vandalism, Seizan barely heard the door silde aside as a young woman walked into the space. Wasn't there supposed to be some sort of sense? Shinobi able to tell when others were around by feeling their power or their strength? If there was any such skill in the world, Seizan had clearly never learned it. But the door shifting drew his attention, and he looked back over his shoulder at the arrived student.

"A... black pack?" he repeated dumbly before canting his head left and right to look around the place. The room wasn't so large and if there had been something like it? Something soft and potentially supportive? There was no doubt in the young man's mind that he would have...

...

Faintly mortified, Seizan looked back to the girl and then pointed down at the black "cushion" under his backside. "I think I'm sitting on it." he admitted. While he might have dreamed of a first encounter that made him seem cool and interesting, fate had obligated him to at least make a fool of himself at least once. And here, the wages of that tomfoolery. He stood up at once and picked her belongings up before brushing the dust off of the bottom.

"Sorry. Sorry, sorry." he said as he offered the bag out to her. "You should take this before a teacher shows up to ask me why I'm not keeping it or making you fight me for it, or something."<i></i>

 

[Kazumi]

She looked curiously hopeful as he looked around the room, but once he revealed its location she could not help feeling if she should be happy or not. As he stood she settled for a mixture of that and unease. Not only had it been laying on the ground, but it was a butt pillow for some random boy, who knew what it must smell like now…

Regardless, she reached out and took it from him, but she seemed to be holding it further away from her than one typically would. His words did not register immediately and once they did her attention broke off from the pack and affixed onto him with a look of confusion. “Umm... why would they do that? Is that how it is like… supposed to be done?” He didn’t look much older than she, but he was certainly taller and so he obviously must know a lot more about the academy than she did.

 

[Hasaharu Seizan]

"It always sounds like it to me." he replied and left the bag in her hands. If she was worried about how the bag smelled, Seizan was doubly so. He couldn't remember if he'd gotten a little too comfortable on the seat or not and now he was subtly looking for a way to escape the room so he could go live in the woods for the rest of his life and never find out.

Clearing his throat, he shook out of that thought and lifted his shoulders. "All the teachers here are on about how we do things for the good of the village and for the betterment of the people in it, but every field-tested shinobi I meet seems like something is dead inside. If one of them walked in? We'd probably never hear the end of it." he finished the thought and then smiled faintly.

"...Seizan. I'm Seizan. And I don't see you around often. You in special classes?"

 

[Kazumi]

As he expained she felt a tinge of concern well itself up in her tummy. Would they really do that? That wasn't something she really wanted to find out... "-Huh?" she asked suddenly, snapping back to the conversation a few moments after he finished speaking. "Oh... not really I... don't think so at least. My teacher just likes doing the classes at night for some reason.

She held the bag rather tightly for a few moments as she thought, "w-well, I should probably leave then before we get in trouble. It was... nice seeing you Seizan." With that she turned and hurriedly skittered her way out of the room. It seems the threat of inuring the wrath of a teacher was not something she seemed eager to even consider.

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