[fieldbox="Kaen, red, solid"]
Kaen had been paying attention to her instructors, though not as much as she could have been. She had taken a section of her orange hair and ran her fingers through it to split it into three parts, so that she could braid it while her teacher was talking. Should she be taking notes? Yes. Was she going to? No. Kaen could just reread what she was supposed to learn and study it later...But in actuality, it would lead to procrastination until her father made her sit down and do her assignments.
Her attention turned towards the bug girl for only a second when the instructor addressed her, then faced forward again. Chiaki wasn't a troublemaker or anything (most of the time), but said bug girl seemed to think that everyone was her friend... Some found her annoying, others found her endearing. Kaen was straight in the middle.
At the end of class, she waited for her brother and started their trip home, or at least tell their father 'Aki', as their other dad called him, where one or both would be going. Kaen had learned the hard way just how far her orange haired father would go if he wasn't told the whereabouts of his children within an hour or so of when he was supposed to see them.
It was something about making sure the two were safe, which Kaen could accept as an answer. What parent didn't want to make sure their kids were safe?
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[fieldbox="Kohaku, brown, solid"]
Kohaku had been paying close attention to everything his instructors were talking about. His pencil quickly scribbling along the sheet of paper while he took notes of the current topic. His eyes remained sharp, even when Chiaki had caused an interruption in class, Kohaku never looked away. Given who his parents were and just how high of a standard it was put on him and his siblings to meet, he didn't let one lesson slip past him.
His mother, Kumiko Uchiha. Yes, the Kumiko Uchiha had to force him to stay home when he had gotten ill, and Kohaku had to nearly beg one of his siblings to take notes for him. Kohaku took his education and training seriously, given that his dream was to one day surpass his parents in strength, speed, and in whatever other way he could.
And while he did what he could to not become a failure, he could also try to figure out why his brother Koji hated him. Kohaku hadn't done anything wrong to him, but he had no idea what he had done to why he would receive a glare when said little brother did something right... He wanted a sibling relationship like his mom had with his uncle Akihiko. Protect each other to the very end. But it's kind of difficult to achieve that when one sibling was... not that great at protection and the other didn't seem to want to protect Kohaku...
When the class was let out, he gathered his notes and belongings. Mom had a strict rule just like uncle Akihiko (according to his cousins Kaen and Ketsu). That if he and his siblings weren't home within an hour, the village would be turned upside down until they were found.
No going to friends without telling them, no wandering around the village. Straight home, tell your parents where you're going, then go.
Kohaku had asked his mother, and received his answer.
"You and your siblings are very important to me and your father... Your father is the Hokage, and... there are people out there who could take you away from us at any time. I just want you to ease my worries, and give me a clue where you last were if anything happens."
His mother really cared about them!
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[fieldbox="Rin, violet, solid"]
Rin was sweating small beads and her canine like eyes were watching a particular spot. The smudge... The smudge mocking her! On her sister's hand... It was staring right at her, and Rin was staring back at it. Momo was filthy... Filthy! That smudge wasn't going anywhere unless she did something about it... Her sister would never be able to completely clean it to Rin's standards! Rin wouldn't feel comfortable unless she were the one to clean it.
And her canine instincts were kicking in. Nails gently scratching the table and gently biting the inside of her mouth, Rin really wanted to clean that smudge....
When the class was over and they were on their way home, the first thing she did was grab her sister's wrist and began licking away the smudge. And refused to let go until Momo, predictably, managed to take her hand back.
"You're filthy..." would always be her answer.
This pattern would continue until Momo learned to run away from Rin, or she had the reflexes of... well, of a ninja better than her. And if Momo managed to clean off the dirt, Rin would have to make a quick inspection of her to see if the cleanliness was up to standards, or at least until they heard the familiar violin music playing outside their house.
"Chiaki.." She murmured to herself, knowing it was her because no one else she knew played the violin.
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[fieldbox="Haruka, pink, solid"]
Haruka had been sleeping in her class, using her arms and the aid of her scarf as a pillow. It wasn't because she was lazy or didn't want to pay attention, it was because she had already gotten the hang of the material and now it was just an unnecessary waste of time. She, like most students, didn't want to be sitting in the academy for most of the day.
She had been woken up before by her instructor, and said instructor tried to get her by asking her a question regarding the subject. Much to his surprise, she was right, and went back to laying her head back on the desk. She didn't go back to sleep, but stayed how she was until the students were free to leave.
Haruka, hearing the scuffling of students going home, sat up and rubbed her eyes. She and her brother, a student who didn't look like a student at all, usually walked home together. Gekido didn't look like her brother either, which made people think he was her uncle or something. Imagine the look of surprise on the instructor's face when they're first introduced to Gekido, who is only 13 years old and looks like he could be a Jounin.
"Are we going straight home Gekido?" She asked her brother. Sometimes the duo had other things planned out for them but Haruka, if it wasn't important enough, would forget what it was.
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[fieldbox="Eisuke, blue, solid"]
Seated with his feet on the desk and trying to balance a pencil on his upper lip, Eisuke was surprisingly, still paying attention to the class. He wasn't the "bad boy" type, which was what people usually thought of him at first glance given his appearance. Eisuke didn't try to stop them from thinking what they did, but it wasn't correct. Maybe one day they'll learn not to judge a book by its cover.
He kept his attention forward while others were either paying attention or slacking off. Eisuke knew only a few people in the class by name, one of which being a buddy of his. The other's were known mainly for their distinct appearance or reputations. Chojiro, said buddy of his, was one of the most blunt people he's ever met. But Eisuke likes that, because his word was true and allowed for people to become more aware of themselves instead of sugarcoating it with pretty lies. And, if something was nice or funny, Chojiro would give let people know straight up instead of giving pity with a chuckle or inner cringe.
Eisuke would rather have someone who was seen as "mean" over the nicest person in the world.
And another was a beast named Hoshi, and the biggest (literally) skirt chaser he had ever seen. No girl was safe from this guy's flirting, or his towering stature. This guy was the tallest kid he had ever seen, which wasn't a bad thing. Hell, his stature could be pretty intimidating to boys and girls could fawn over that masculinity. Shame he flirted with all the girls though. He could easily find a girlfriend if he dedicated himself to just one.
Not that he cared. Let Hoshi be Hoshi.
When it was time to leave, Eisuke's first trip was to Chojiro so they could find out what to do. His parents couldn't care less where Eisuke went after class, as long as he made it home. It was really up to what time Chojiro had to be home.
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