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[Color=Silver][u][i][b]Burai Kasei[/b][/i][/u][/color][/center]
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Burai's week had, at least in his eyes, been a fun one.

Lunch at Ken's family home was... an experience, certainly. His mother had been surprisingly pleasant, (which perhaps made sense, given that she was clearly no Hyuuga by blood), and had reacted positively, if a little stiffly, to his occasional probing. Equally, his male teammate seemed to have utterly missed his subtle attempts to flirt with the woman (again, she hadn't really reacted, but Shiori's chakra had brightened with amusement, so he considered it a success), which he considered as fortuitous as it was [i]utterly hilarious[/i]. He and his Uncle Jou had been in fits when he'd got home. Oddly, Shiori had seemed genuinely content for most of the time they'd spent there, a little of her aura's general malice appearing to fade beneath the surface. It had been... Pleasant, he supposed. It helped, of course, that Kenshiro's response to his summoning spoof was utterly perfect. His panicked hissing to stop, and the accompanying quickening of his chakra to a frenzied pace had sent him breaking down into peals of laughter. Amusingly, the Yokai he'd been invoking wasn't even a malicious one; Rather, it was one of the clan's guardian spirits, who would purportedly ward off any attacks on defenceless Kasei by vengeful demons.

The remaining days had passed in something of a blur, between his frantic work to familiarise himself with his Water element and Jou's constant needling about the presence of both a Hyuuga and a (supposedly) very attractive young woman on his team. Truthfully, he wouldn't say he was particularly interested in such things at present. In his own opinion, there was far too much in his life as it was to waste time on boyish romances. (That wasn't to say he'd necessarily be [i]opposed[/i] to the idea, of course...)

His focus flitted between his teammates, zoning out their busy surroundings, but quickly drifted again. He wouldn't deny that he was anxious. He'd been waiting for a week to meet his teacher, and, although he'd never admit it, had placed rather too much pressure on himself as of late. With any luck, he wouldn't fail [i]too[/i] spectacularly at the water bullet technique today...

Frankly, he thought with some humour, he just hoped the teacher wasn't a Hyuuga.

He would patently deny that he'd snorted out loud at that.