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The room was dimly-lit by a series of white candles. The sound of water trickling into a bamboo cup could be heard before the cup filled and the bamboo tipped to [i]clunk[/i] upon a rock, dumping its water back into a small rock fountain. The room smelled of lemongrass, and various plants decorated the interior from vegetables—carrots, tomatoes, green onion, potatoes, snap peas—to aloe, bamboo, lady palm, philodendron, and snake plant. The walls and ceiling were honey vanilla and the floor tatami mat. There was little to no kitchen appliances, but the ruins of a kitchen existed covered in plants with the sink used to grow melons. A futon with a black comforter was against the western wall outlined by plants, and northeast of the bed, was a black pool. The pool constantly cycled filtered water and remained a moderate temperature of 75 degrees Fahrenheit. Standing in the pool with a gleaming katana within his hands, was a Rabbit.

The man stood waist-deep in the pool with his right foot situated before his left. Water gleamed off the lean muscles that sculpted his athletic figure and with every swift turn and motion he carried his sword through, his muscles shifting beneath his flesh. The water provided natural resistance for his motions. The orange, heated edge of his sword left its glowing signature on the air with its every swing. One of Rabbit’s hands released the hilt of the blade as the sword flipped behind the back of his other hand. With the twist of his wrist, the blade was flipped upright, slicing across the surface of the water with a loud, evaporating hiss as a burst of vapor rose toward the ceiling. The blade crossed his chest, chest muscles swelling before it uncrossed. The martial artist turned in a smooth circle in the water. His free hand struck the pool’s surface to send the crystal liquid leaping into the air and with his blade, each rippling bead shattered like glass and dissolved into vapor with the rapid swish of Carrot.

[i]Splash.[/i] More water was launched into the air to be cut down by his blade until he tossed the sword above his head to cut two drops that had leapt higher than intended. Rabbit extended his arm and as the blade came down spread his index and middle fingers to close them about the sides of his sword. Between his fingers, he felt the heat radiating from the plasma that comprised its lethal edge. The water on his hands quickly evaporated and before the heat could scald his well-calloused fingers, he flicked the blade around to catch its hilt in his hand.

The man turned toward the water’s edge finished with his training for the morning and revealed his face to be obscured by a white rabbit mask. The circular eye holes were dark but for the right hole where a red sphere glowed. He approached the stairs leading out of the pool, a curtain of water tumbling down his stomach and thighs as he rose out of it, a fundoshi at his hips. He padded across the reed flooring over to where Carrot’s black sheath lay and knelt to return the blade to its scabbard. Rising to his feet, he rested the blade against his shoulder and sauntered into a side room with plants to the left and right of the doorway to enter a closet.

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The ceiling lamps passed over his head, his right eye glowing crimson in the shadows of his mask. His lengthy stark-white tail of hair laid across his shoulder down the right side of his body where a black, moisture-wicking muscle shirt clung to his torso and below that were two leather belts that crossed his hips in an “X” weaving in and out of his pants rungs. His pants were dark-red denim with two cargo pouches on the sides. They gave his strong legs two inches of room and sagged over a black pair of combat boots. His steps softly thudded upon the floor. In his right hand he gripped Carrot, while his left swung naturally beside him. Both of his wrists had leather wristbands and the shells of his ears were lined with red, green, and diamond-white studded earrings.

As Rabbit approached the auditorium, he noticed the one kid who wanted to stand before the door like a moron. Already, his first impression was ruined. Did he think he was a door? Without hesitation in his steps, Rabbit shouldered right by him with equal disrespect as he headed for a seat at the table. He didn’t intend to sit in the front. The third row was more to his liking.