Under the Floor [Seven]

It had been silent around the school grounds for sometime now. That was something that Kurasame was glad about. That all he was having to do was teach and deal with the odd adolescent. That was saying a lot considering that he knew how much damage they could in itself. They all had their powers and quirks, things they were better at than others, and everyone had those. With a small shake of his head, Kurasame paced the front of the class room as he finished off grading the last of the papers that were turned in earlier in the week. This was one of those things were some were good at it and some needed all the help they could get. Placing failed on half of them was something that he was used too, he was not about to question that now. Not after all of this time with these kids. But something that stirred inside him did not want them to have to go through with anything that was related with Class Zero, it was hard enough being a student here and being in this class made it all the worse for them. Finally with a turn of his body, Kurasame put all of his things away and made for the door of the classroom.

He thought that it would be good for him to head down to the training room. Despite having other things that he thought needed doing it was time to hit that room. He had not been down there in a long time. Not that he really needed it, because it had been a long time since he had even seen a field of battle. Kurasame had really put all of that on the back burner for now and was not really relying on getting in the front line right now. Pushing back his hair somewhat out of his face, Kurasame entered the training room, the doors closing behind him. Taking in a breath, he looked down as his sword came into his hand, letting off steam was one thing, but Kurasame really had no use for that right now. He was just here to be here and that he could, that was the underlining fact of this. Making an ice spell so that it took him to the next level of the training room, he come to land on his feet rather gracefully. He had been doing all of this for so long that it was now a second nature to any of it.

With a swift movement Kurasame was off. He did not really like to waste his own time, much less anyone else's. Moving in a target that was not really anything but an image, the system would tell him the things that he needed to know in order to improve. But the hit went right across the images chest, cutting it down before it knew what was going to happen. With a tighter grip on his sword, he moved on to the next. He would make it seem like it was easy, and that one did not have to train for a sufficient amount of to gain the experience that he had been given.

Take a breath

You lead me on the edge of sanity. There's not much left, so just take a breath

"Seven, we'd like you to come with us."

The silver haired student lifted her head in surprise when she heard the deep voice that spoke her name. It was with a bit of confusion that she found herself taking in the faculty that was standing by the table she had been studying at. It was apparent by the serious gazes and firm lines on their faces that this wasn't something good. Oh no...Seven had managed to get herself into detention with Nine the other day, but it hadn't been over anything major. At least, she hadn't done anything major. Nine had gotten his ass kicked over it though, so maybe she was going to get into more serious trouble for the incident? She had, after all, stood up and defended him, since he had been defending her when he'd gotten his ass handed to him. For a brief moment her violet gaze flickered over them, studying them in depth to see if she could gain any clues as to what they were at her table for. Yet she came up with nothing. "May I ask what for?", she questioned before shifting to the side and standing to get out from the table she had been beside.

"We need to have you talk with your instructor, Kurasame, about an incident you were involved in." Seven felt her own features harden a little bit. It wasn't like her to openly argue about something, but damn it, Nine had been defending her when he had jumped up and gotten his ass handed to him, and she wouldn't throw him under the bus now. Besides, he was already serving his time with detention. "If this is about Nine and class three days ago, I would like to say that Nine is serving out his punishment, so I won't say a dam-" "Calm down, Seven. It isn't about Nine." Oh...well that took the starch out of her slightly, though she couldn't help but feel as if he was lying to her. "It isn't?" Then what in Etro's name could it be about? To her knowledge, she hadn't done anything else even remotely close to discipline worthy. She, unlike Nine or Cater, kept her head and butt out of situations she could get in trouble for. Because the more you got yourself into those situations, the more everyone's gaze was on you.

"May I ask what this is about then?" "Your instructor, Kurasame, will let you know. He's expecting you in the training room." Etro...that sounded bad. Seven sighed slightly, before she nodded, picked up her studybook, and glanced over to the front. "Let me drop this off for Mrs. Frist and I'll be back in a moment." That being said - and not allowing them response before she left them to approach the front desk. "Here, Mrs. Frist. Would you place this on hold so I can grab it again when I come back?" "Sure, dear. Are they giving you any trouble?" The librarian - who had been there as long as Seven could remember - seemed to have a soft spot for most of Class Zero, and Seven had always admired and liked her. "I'm not sure yet. They won't tell me what's going on.", she answered truthfully. "Oh...well, let me know and I can put in a complaint if they treat you unfairly." Seven smiled her appreciation before she made her way back to the faculty members.

With them ushering her along, Seven found herself going closer and closer to the training room. The entire time she continued to study them to see if they would drop any hints, as well as wracking her brain for ideas. Yet as she stepped into the training room, Seven still didn't know that Sice's little love letter was the reason she was being pulled in to see her instructor. Preparing for the worst, Seven eyed the dimly lit training room and found the same instructor practicing his swordsmanship. Impressive, as always. They could learn a lot from Kurasame...if he taught them in a nicer fashion. "Mr. Susaya, we've arrived."

Notes: Oh Sice... Wearing: Class uniform Setting:Training room Tagged: Kurasame Words: 723

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