Kuragari clasped his fingers at the back of his head and threw the rest of his body along with it onto the bed. Kaiigaiishi left the room as fast as he had come in. Eh, we can talk later he thought to himself. He rolled to his side and spotted the one called Steph sleeping on the bed across the room. At least he doesn’t snore Kuragari thought again staring back at the empty ceiling. Can’t say I won’t…Kuragari eyes shut and he fell fast asleep.
Kuragari awoke in the morning the sun beaming on his eyes through the open window. His wrist came across his eyes several times as he rubbed out the small dirt. He sat up to see Steph leaving the room, his long soaked hair tied down neatly. He flung his body back into the bed, throwing the blanket over his body. Tsch, maybe he won’t come back Kuragari thought hopefully sneering under the blanket. He slept for what felt like ten minutes to him, only to be shaken awake my someone. “Back off!” Kuragari bellowed throwing the blanket off. Kaiigaiishi’s face came into view as the blanket flew past his eyes.
“Hurry up,” Kaiigaiishi said pulling Kuragari by his shirt. “We’re already late for sword training.”
“Tsch, like I care,” Kuragari retorted heading towards the bathroom.
“Fine, I’ll go. You can be as late as you want!” Kaiigaiishi returned.
“Okay, see you later,” Kuragari said over the sound of running water. Kaiigaiishi slammed the door shot behind him as he left Kuragari in the room. After freshening up, and using most of the hot water, Kuragari stared up at the ceiling and wondered how long it’s been since Kaiigaiishi woke him. Meh, one hour at most Kuragari stared around the room, his arms at his hips. Got nothing better to do he thought as he headed toward the door. As soon as his body was let into the hallway, it was thrown down to the floor by a larger figure then his own.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at sword training?” the shinigami asked, offering his hand to help Kuragari up.
Kuragari stared back at him, slapped his hand away and returned saying, “I don’t know and I don’t care.”
The shinigami scowled as the little brat the stood below him. “You’re coming with me.” The shinigami grasped tightly around Kuragari’s wrist and hoisted him across the hallways. Kuragari made no effort to resist, he knew he wouldn’t have won, and he was going to sword practice anyway. He just likes to be late.
After just a couple simple turns, they ended up in a wide area, where many other students stood, swinging their swords about. Some doing horrible, others doing very well. “Excuse me,” the shinigami called to the instructor. “You got one more brat to teach,” he called again shoving Kuragari towards the instructor. The instructor held her hand high and told them all to stop. She turned on Kuragari furiously, her beads of sweat nearly touching Kuragari’s.
“I don’t appreciate tardiness,” she yelled to his ear.
“Do you always talk to your students by pouring sweat on them?” Kuragari returned, waving his hand in front of his face. The teacher simply stared at him, as he took his place in line next to the other kids. However, as she began teaching, Kuragari crept behind the kids, and sat resting his back against a pillar behind them. His eyes closed again, and he slept for the second time today. Kuragari was awaken a few minutes later with a light smack across his face by a wooden sword.
“Come on brat,” a student called to Kuragari putting the tip of his sword at Kuragari’s neck. “Let’s see you talk tough when you’re fighting. You’re going to wish you were awake.” Kuragari’s gaze met the teacher’s, who stood above the student.
“If you intend to sleep in my class, you’ll have to know the consequences. He‘s your classes best fighter, other then one exception,” she said. Her smile reaching the tips of her slightly wrinkled face.
“Pick up your sword,” the student cried out again, kicking a wooden sword over to Kuragari’s right hand. Kuragari’s fingers rubbed across the smooth ground until their tips met a wooden surface. His hand went up, and his fingers went down clasping around the handle like one of those crane games you find in stores. Kuragari fiddled with the sword a little and his eyes wondered around the area. He saw many other students sparring, but one caught his attention more then the others. It was two girls fighting on the opposite end. One of the girls tripped, and it seemed what caught his attention, also caught the teacher’s, as she ran towards the fight. It wasn’t her tripping, it was something else, something strange. He wanted to know.
“I got to go,” said walking towards the quarrel. The student jumped in front of his face, and shoved him back to the pillar with his left hand.
“Fight me, then you can leave,” the student bellowed out with more force, standing ready using the instructors stance. The other students‘ attention, except the two girls and a few others, were diverted to Kuragari and his opponent. Like he couldn’t be more loud Kuragari thought to himself, running his outstretched fingers through his hair.
“Let’s do this quick,” Kuragari said, placing his sword plainly at his right side. He heard the other students whispering as he did this, some even sitting down to see if Kuragari was serious. His opponent lunged forward with his right foot first, and executed a perfect horizontal strike towards Kuragari’s side. Kuragari merely stood there as his opponents blade neared his side. Then……the sword struck Kuragari across his side. “Good job you win,” Kuragari said quickly as he sprinted off towards the girls lightly rubbing the side he was struck. This is much more important he thought to himself, leaving his bewildered opponent to stare at the ground. As he neared the girls, many of the other students matched his steps with a “booo,” catching their attention. By the time he arrived, the girl who had tripped, seemed to have reached a new battle prowess. Her feet swung about in a wild, but well aimed manner, leveling her opponent. Her head jerked towards Kuragari, their gazes meeting for a small moment. Her attention was diverted back again as she blocked an oncoming attack. Kuragari's grip tightened around his sword as he thought to himself. So she must be the exception.
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