Kuroi sighed, and looked around. Why couldn't he have gotten that okay-looking girl over there who was wearing the Sound Cow-print? But she was probably naggy and weak. He glanced over to a guy who didn't look very friendly, but that wasn't an issue for Kuroi, who was just as unfriendly, though currently wallowing in his own self-pity. Not that he'd ever show it on his passive and bored face. Standing up quite silently, he made his way out of the classroom and simply gave his new partner a glance to say that he acknowledged her- if even in the slightest. The labryinth-like school was a pain to navigate, and as far as Kuroi was concerned, he was heading home. Mission's today? A nuiscance. He would consider going if his partner didn't turn out being as creepy as everyone else. And Kuroi's definition of 'creepy' fell underneath almost every single umbrella in sight. Be it happy and cheerful, sneaky and sly, or moody and lonewolf, Kuroi thought "Creepy" was just about everyone but himself.
Goes to show how high on his throne he was, even though he was certainly the one frowned upon in the Kira Clan as a not particularly talented successor, as compared to his father who had become a Chuunin just because he was too damn smart. As for this failure, Kuroi was still a genin, and he got an annoying amount of whispers. Of course, they stopped immediately when Kuroi's angry yelling voice rang throughout the normally deathly silent estate, ordering them as rudely as possible to "Shut, up."
Scaling the steps up from the underground school, Kuroi stood in the almost sunshine of Sound, most the light being blocked by thin grey clouds that hung wispfully over the sky, shrouding Sound in black at night, and in dim at day. Shoving his hands from folded position into his pockets, he glared up at the sky, not even needing to squint at the clouds which let very little light penetrate them, even for how thin they were. It was worse then home, with all these snake people around. At least the Hunter-Nin masks made Kira's look less like snakes and more like... statues...
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The ticking clock seemed to be loud as ever, and Hikaei was already shifting uncomfortably in her seat, under the weary gaze of an instructor that was too old for his job. His gnarled hands almost blended in with his equally distorted wooden cane, if it weren't for his pale sickly looking skin. His thick white bushy brow's hid his kindly eyes, but I knew his eyes were on me, as his face had it's attention all on the lone girl who sat in front of him. The rain almost seemed drowned out by his seriousness, and Hikaei couldn't help but jump when he suddenly said, "So he has decided to come. I wasn't sure if he would, the boy is so irresponsible."
"I'M HERE." A boy with bright blonde hair and huge green eyes yelled, soaked to the bone but walking with extreme grace. Hikaei's eyes widened and he blinked as well, "...A... A noble?" He said, almost repulsively.
"Hikaei, do meet your new partners, Tsuyoi, and Hayaii." Partners? A moody looking boy with narrow green eyes and just as blonde hair as the first glared at Hikaei, who promptly began to tremble. The boys looked at least a good year older then herself, and the mean one didn't look too happy to see her.
"Nobles are weak Old Man, I thought we told you to pick a commoner for us?" The boy grumbled, and Shoru-sensei ignored him to the fullest, "As you can probably already tell Hikaei, the angry one at the door is Tsuyoi, and the other is Hayaii. They're twins, but quite different, in all but one way." Shoru gave Hikaei a pitying smile again, and continued, "They hate nobles." Hikaei's entire framed collapsed from sitting up straight and proper and she let out an unladylike groan. Hayaii, with his short spiky blonde hair looked really awkward while Tsuyoi continued to glare his heart out.
"Er- I'm sorry, we just uh- Aren't used to being around nobles, maybe, you could show us a better side?" Hayaii choked out, obviously forced, and Tsuyoi snorted, turning and leaving, his sleek long hair pulled into a stubby ponytail on the base of his neck. As far as Hikaei was concerned, Hayaii looked just as noble as she did, if even, more, dressed in his mandarin collar silver shirt with his black slacks and flexible slip-ons, with lean muscle that was only visible if you squinted.
"That's alright," Hikaei sweatdropped, standing up, abruptly and clumsily, "Uh, I should probably um, get back home..."
"O-oh," Hayaii mumbled, "Ri-right, uh, Tsuyoi! Aren't you going to see her...off... Tsuyoi?"
But the boy dressed in the white sleeveless undershirt that showed off a good amount of muscles and flowing black karate pants was already gone. Hayaii sighed, and ran a hand through his dripping hair, "Tsuyoi... uh... doesn't really have a problem with expressing his opinion." Hayaii turned bright red and stammered, "N-Not that that means that your mean or a-anything like that, s-so don't take it like that okay? Ts-Tsuyoi is just a jerk, so uh, just ignore him, okay?" Hikaei sweatdropped, and decided that Tsuyoi was a person who was sure of his words, while Hayaii.... wasn't.
"That's quite alright, I take no offense. But if it patches it up any, I'm... not really... um... well, that is..." It was Hikaei's turn to stammer, as she didn't really know if she was ready to admit it to Hayaii, or herself. It was almost a decade now, and it'd been easy to deny it. But was it worth it for the peace of her new team? No.
"Well, nevermind. I'll see you some other time then?" Hikaei gave a smile, and Hayaii stared at her in confusion before muttered "Y-yeah...-" But Shuro interuppted with a heavy, "No." Hikaei and Hayaii both whipped around, having totally forgotten about the old man, who said, "Your first mission is to seek out Tsuyoi and bring him to me. I want to have a word with him about his new team." Hayaii sighed, and nodded, "That's okay with me then. Should we er... bring him back alive?"
"You wouldn't be able to take him down." Shuro put it bluntly, but said, "Hikaei, I advise you not to let tradition get the best of you. He is not a danger to Rain, he is not leaving. Disable him, if you would, and let Hayaii haul him back. Tsuyoi is at least four times slower then Hayaii, you should be able to get him at a good angle." Hearing Shuro's warning against 'tradition', Hayaii eyed Hikaei with curiousity, something Hikaei had been taught was something instilled in commoners. She nodded and whipped out of the classroom, Hayaii at first completely gone from her sight, then next to her saying, "I'll go ahead and try to talk some sense into him." With a thumbs up, he dashed off yelling back, "Don't get too wet princess, or it'll be on our heads!"
Hikaei slowed and blinked. Princess? Shaking her head, she decided that they must've met a pretty weird noble family.