[centre][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-Qg-O-3gG4][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Kiyoko%20Mizushima&name=Erika%20Type.ttf&size=100&style_color=7FFFD4[/img][/url] [s]-----------------[/s] [h2][b][u][color=7FFFD4]Kiyoko’s Apartment[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [s]-----------------[/s] ‘Twas the day of assignment, when all through the room not a creature was stirring, except for [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-Qg-O-3gG4]Ms. Doom.[/url] Despite her excitement, she sat in her chair eyeing a clone which was much less than fair. Disgusted by what she was seeing ahead and fearful of what would be not left unsaid, Kiyoko moved up and with just a small tap she banished the poor clone, her worst handicap. When out on the balcony arose such a clatter, the silence this abnormality did shatter. Her kunai pulled up, to the door she did dash With no hesitation, the intruder she’d slash. The moon, she discovered, would aid in her search for she caught the intruder, up upon a perch. But danger would not come from that ball of fat, who looked now more like a rat than like a cat.[/centre] [b]“Mrrroww?”[/b] Kiyoko stared at the fluffy feline as it pulled itself forward, stretching. It let out another plea as it jumped from the rail enclosing her little balcony, and trotted over to her feet. The girl sighed as she dropped her guard, returning the kunai to the small pouch tied to the thigh of her right leg. The cat continued to meow, even ramping it up to full on purr status as it rubbed her legs with its head. Kiyoko found herself oddly embarrassed. To get so worked up over a cat...she was tense. Real tense. And why wouldn’t she be? She was quite anxious about this day. Enough so to wake up quite some time before her al- [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNpXCzaWW1s]Beep-beep beep-beep! Beep-beep beep-beep! Beep-beep beep-beep![/url] Alright enough with that. Kiyoko turned and pushed the door to her apartment open a bit more. The chubby kitty happily trotted inside and crossed the room over to the little section which served as a kitchen. It approached its water bowl and greedily lapped up...but when it turned to its food dish, all hell broke lose. The cat began a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sIRkbmhr58]pitiful wailing, full of misery and despair.[/url] Where was its food? It was STARVING! It was DYING! Oh sweet, merciful Kitty-Gods, whatever did it do to deserve such a terrible fate? Why- The sound of pellets hitting a plate drew the feline’s attention. Kiyoko smiled as the cat pounced the food, attacking it as if it hadn’t eaten in days. Disregard the fact that they had just went through this same song and dance not even two hours ago. Oh well. She had a soft spot for the little guy. Beep-beep beep-beep. Shit. Kiyoko turned and crossed the living space, quickly throwing open the door to her bedroom and silencing her alarm clock. For a ninja, she sure did make a helluva ruckus. Hell, most of her mornings were like this. Her neighbors had to hate her. Oh well. She wasn’t going anywhere. This was her mother’s place, after all. It was odd. She knew it. She probably should have been living with her aunt, Honoko. She even did for a while. But it didn’t feel right leaving the home. Not yet, at least. Honoko and Kenta understood. They even paid the rent and utilities for her. While Honoko was a shinobi like Kiyoto’s mother and soon to be herself, Kenta was just a businessman. She never really asked what kind of business he was in, but whatever it was, he was reaping the rewards. Money was not an issue for the man. And yeah, Kiyoko loved her aunt and uncle, and could tell they loved her, but this arrangement worked out better for everyone. Honoko was gone quite often, and Kenta...well he probably a bit happier than he’d let on about being able to just quietly pay to not have to share his home with a snot-nosed brat. Oh well. [b]“Mrroowww?”[/b] Kiyoko turned to see her chubby companion staring at her from the living room. It apparently wasn’t happy with the amount of food she sat out and was demanding even more tribute. The girl smiled again at the little guy, but he wasn’t getting more. It was time for a diet. Kiyoko did return to the living room, but not to more clone practice. She was terrible enough at it, but she had somehow managed to pull a halfway decent one out when it came to the exam. Lucky her. She’d work on it again, sure, but later. Now...now she had to get ready. That meant shower, food, new clothes, and another check to make sure she had everything she needed for the day. The girl raised her arms and let out a mighty yawn. And coffee. Late nights and early mornings do not mix well. Go figure. At least it was finally time. No matter how the day went, she’d only have to deal with it once. Good or bad, this was it. [centre][s]-----------------[/s] [h2][b][u][color=7FFFD4]The Academy[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [s]-----------------[/s][/centre] Tick. Tock. Tick. Was this part of the test? Tick. Tock. To see how long they could endure an agonizing wait? Tick. Tock. Sensei was no help, either. She just seemed wrapped up in her paperwork. Kiyoko couldn’t get a read on her either. Tick. Tock. Sensei moved, causing Kiyoko to shift her gaze from the book she had been reading. Some trashy romance paperback from the checkout aisle in some dime store. It was a guilty pleasure. The cover she had covered in a black mesh coat, obscuring the title and the uh...artwork. Just when Kiyoko thought that Sensei was about to break the wait, to free them from torment, she had just called out a girl for playing with a kunai. And of course, the girl became the center of attention for a brief moments. Anything to break the monotony, eh? It was Momo Sakurai. Not somebody that Kiyoko knew very well. The girl was a bit too...silly for her tastes. But even she had to admit that the girl could be funny at times. Even to a dry fuddy-duddy like herself. Tick. Tock. Tick. It seemed as if some of her classmates might be actively losing their minds. A shame, that. She was having a decent enough time. After all, Haru and Sexy-Senpai were just about to step into the hot air balloon and travel off into the distance where Sexy-Senpai wou- [color=862d86][b]“Hey guys, how’s it going?”[/b][/color] Kiyoko’s concentration was shaken. She turned her head to see the loud giant in all his glory. Rima Miyazaki. She...really didn’t know much about him either. Or really anybody in the class. She kept to herself and really only spoke if she had to. Huh. She briefly considered if she would do it again, if she had the chance? Or would she have tried to be a bit more like this guy? Tick. Tock. Nope. Tick. Tock. Way too much effort to be that cheery. And that was effort that could be better spent elsewhere. Tick. Like following Sexy-Senpai’s wild adventures. Tock.