[center][s][i]Let this rainbow post bedazzle you.[/i][/s][/center]
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[h1][center][color=808080]Isami Suzuki[/color][/center][/h1]
Sitting in the [s]dark and ghostly[/s] corner of the Academy classroom, Isami listened in on her former sensei's words. [i]Three man squads. Balanced teams.[/i]That was pretty much all she heard. Instead of paying closer attention to her sensei, Isami observed the other students in front of her instead. A few acquaintances sprinkled here and there and a couple of her closer friends scattered around the room. Whether it be a person she had barely spoken to or a person who had been there with her since day one, anyone from her class could end up bagging a space in the same team as her.

Looking over her fellow classmates again, her eyes fell on a certain girl sitting close by the windows. The brunette dressed in pink seemed to be focusing on the outdoors beyond the glass panes rather than the teacher, twiddling a single kunai between her fingers. Mono Sakurai, the confident wielder of a thousand weapons. Isami had spoken to her once or twice in the past, but like the others she had conversed with, even quick word exchanges made a big first impression on her.

[color=FF0000]Red[/color]. [color=FFFF00]Yellow[/color]. [color=FF7F00]Orange[/color]. A simple array of colours that painted a great picture in Isami's head. Like the rising sun at dawn, Isami viewed Momo as a bringer of light and energy, shining over the still, lifeless landscape. Just her chakra alone revealed many things about her personality, and the colours Isami could hear from Momo's voice would tell the young Suzuki even more. 

The little girl's ears were now blocked off by the colours of Momo's voice resounding in her head. The [color=FFFF00]fun bright yellows[/color], the [color=FF7F00]confident vibrant oranges[/color], the [color=FF0000]outgoing bright reds[/color] and the [color=8B008B]spunky reddish purples[/color]; the sunrise scenery was painted with sharp, triangular streaks. However, that wasn't all there was to Momo in Isami's eyes. The girl's seemingly cold nature flew across the brighter colours in [b]white, comet-like streaks[/b], some much larger than others. Isami frowned a little as the fiery image in her head was [b]bleached with blotches of white.[/b]

A few rows down was another person she had spoken with a couple of times before. Keita Ryuukaze. Isami could see a few traits in him that were similar to her own: soft-spoken, a little quiet, and quite nice around other people; Isami could sense all of that alone. Keita was actually quite an unusual one in her book though. His voice seemed to consist of [color=ADD8E6]cool and quiet light blues[/color] and [color=ACE1AF]calm light greens[/color], merging together to make an ocean coloured mist. However, there were some colours that didn't seem to fit in with this seemingly perfect perception. Those [color=C41E3A]deep red trails[/color] and noticeable [color=000000]black dots[/color] stuck out like a sore thumb in Isami's eyes. Preference wise, Isami didn't really think [color=C41E3A]deep red[/color] went with [color=ADD8E6]light blues[/color], but it sort of made sense when you took Keita's mature attitude into consideration. The [color=000000]black spots[/color] though... They just didn't fit. There was something unusual about those miniscule flecks hiding beneath the [color=7FFFD4]blue-green[/color] cloud, but Isami couldn't really lay a finger on what it actually meant. They were barely noticeable anyways, so it wouldn't bug Isami as much.

Okay, maybe a little.

And a row after that? That's where Kiyoko Mizushima sat. Although Isami had rarely interacted with her, she knew she was going to be keeping her distance from her for a while. The first time they spoke, Isami felt almost… intimidated. Pained, even. Nothing but a [b]river of white.[/b] That's all she could see. Kiyoko's monotone voice was almost frightening in Isami's eyes. So cold and dead, the girl's voice was the literal definition of white noise. However, a few encounters later Isami could see those [color=000000]faint sprays of black[/color] on Kiyoko's blank canvas of a voice. Unlike Keita, Kiyoko's [color=000000]black streaks[/color] where clear enough to be judged by Isami. Sadness. Depression. Isami didn't even need to 'see' Kiyoko's voice. Sensing her chakra alone answered those questions perfectly.

Stretching her skinny arms over the desk, Isami swayed her silver bell from side to side, watching as [b]white[/b], [color=D3D3D3]light grey[/color] and [color=FFFFE0]pale yellow lines[/color] danced around it like fireflies. Isami wasn't really paying attention to anything anymore, other than the colours her bell emitted.

[b][color=fff200]”Hey guys, how’s it going?”[/color][/b] 

[color=FFFF00]Yellow[/color].

A [color=FFFF00]vibrant, lemon yellow, fizzing like festival sparklers[/color]. That was the voice of Rima Miyazaki, the classified giant in Isami's class. The Suzuki girl remembered meeting him for the first time; the boy literally screamed [color=FFFF00]bright yellow[/color], with his friendly and joyful nature. A few [color=FF7F00]sprinkles of fun-loving orange[/color] could be seen here and there too. Rima's vivid voice was probably the one Isami envied the most. That [color=FF8C00]yellowy-orange[/color] sound of his could draw anyone to him, whilst Isami's voice was so plain that no one would even notice. Although her voice was usually soft and sweet, Isami saw nothing particularly special about it, aside from the colours she saw. The [color=808080]dark, dominant clouds of grey[/color] and [color=000000]black spoke mysterious and quiet words[/color], whilst the [color=FFB6C1]light pink puffs[/color] displayed a much sweeter tone, with an [color=9966CC]strong amethyst purple underlying it[/color]. Pretty colours, sure, but overall those colours just seemed a bit… lifeless.

The soon-to-be Genins' voices continued to paint pictures in Isami's strange little mind. However, merely sensing her classmates' chakra and hearing the colour of their voices wasn't going to be enough to fully understand them and their true personalities. If she wanted to know, she had to learn from them.

That is, if they would let her of course.
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(Just a wee little thing I wanted to try out :P Can't guarantee I'll be using this style again.)