Astonishingly vibrant hazel eyes drifted lazily across the Konoha Academy classroom, studying the different expressions of their peers. A hand flicked up to readjust the low strength prescription glasses on the bridge of a button nose. A form slumped in it's chair, a groan rumbling through it. "Chiaki", the teacher called. "Is there a problem back there?" The slumped form, Chiaki Aburame, snapped up. "Oh no. None at all. Just distracted by my thoughts is all. Dreadfully sorry." Her words ran together with almost no separation. Other students' eyes flickered over to the black haired girl, but quickly lost interest and glued themselves back to their instructor. "Do not let it happen again, Ms. Aburame. Out on the field, even with your potential, if you lose focus for a split second, you will falter and die. Remember that." A heated blush made it's way to the girl's cheeks. She nodded. "Will do, ma'am. Thank you." Luckily enough, class ended soon after, and the preteen was free to enjoy her beloved outside world. A butterfly landed in her short, bobbed hair as she skipped through the village to her home. "Hi, papa. I'm going to get my violin and go over to the Inuzuka complex, okay?" No need to ask. Her father walked eggshells around her. The skinny form on the couch nodded and Chiaki snatched her violin case from beside her bedroom door. "I'll be back to make you dinner!" She called, running back out of the entrance almost as soon as she had walked through it. No 'I love yous' were exchanged. No goodbyes. Nothing. Whistling as the butterfly flew off and the wind blew through her hair, the Aburame made her way to the clan complex, hoping her friends would be willing to hang out. She planned for them to gather up some other kids and go to the park to run around a little and enjoy their lack of responsibilities while they could. Once she arrived at the Inuzuka Clan Complex, she took out her violin and played an exciting melody to let everyone know she was there.