[center][b][i]Haruhi Suzumori
Kirigakure Genin - Team 14 - Mika Hayash's Place[/i][/b][/center]

Haruhi began to stir early the next morning, her body aching and her head pounding. She rolled over onto her back, her honey blonde hair falling into her face as she yawned and decided it was time to get up. The little space left for her to occupy on her sensei's bed was doing no good to her, so sitting up and pushing her unruly hair out of her face, she glanced at her sleeping sensei. 

Her heart sank when she realized that last night was certainly not a dream. Mika still had various bandages on her body that Haruhi had to patch up when she came home practically dying. It was a sad thought, to say the least, that someone would do such a thing to her. In Haru's eyes it looked like torture. What kind of a person would do such a thing though? Her thoughts were pushed aside when she noticed she herself was covered in her sensei's blood. Her face scrunched up into a frown as she practicly threw herself off the bed and out of the room. 

She was stripping off her bloodied clothes in the hall on the way to the bathroom. [i][b]Ugh, what a terrible way to wake up.[/b][/i] she thought as she threw her clothes on the floor and turned on the water of the sink. She would have put her entire body into the water if she could, but she settled for just her hands and stomach that somehow got some on there too. Even after the blood was gone from her hands, she thought she could still see the pink tint of it, so she frantically used her nails to scratch at it. It made her hands sore when she was done, and the skin was peeled a bit. Sighing, Haruhi gazed into the mirror before her. Her green eyes were surrounded by a light pink color that would make someone assume she'd been crying. [i][b]Wait...was I?[/b][/i] she asked herself, wondering how she could not have known. Frowning at herself for a moment longer, she tiptoed to her room to change. 

She dressed slowly, not for any particular reason, and when she was fully dressed her mind longed for something to occupy itself with. Grabbing all her tools and such, she would move to the kitchen and begining to busy herself with making breakfast. All the while her mind wandered to her odd dream, and the blood of her sensei on her hands. In a weird way, it seemed kind of like a sign that maybe something was going to happen soon...something that would be entirely out of her control.

But honestly, that wouldn't be anything new to Haruhi at all.