[center][b]Ruri's bedroom - 2 hours until the funeral starts[/b][/center]

What a good night Ruri Zuodian was having with her comfy, king size bed in her gargantuan yet still completely messy bedroom.Her alarm clock, set on the wooden night table adjacent to the bed started to ring as sunlight entered the dark room through the window she had left open all night. The machine just kept ringing and ringing and this was accompanied with the many footsteps that could be heard, notifying Ruri that the domestics had started working already. But that didn't matter, because for her today didn't mean anything, there wasn't any academy because she had graduated an tutorship stopped for a month now. As a response to the never ending torment brought by the contraption, she smashed it with her fist. This not only turned it off, it broke it for good, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to sleep and just drift away for all the problems in the world. Of course, she was inconsiderate enough to forget about the event that would occur that very morning. Perhaps this sleep would bring upon some wisdom to this bad seed's head. 

[center][b]Ruri's bedroom - 45 minutes until the funeral[/b][/center]

She suddenly bounced off her bed, the movement had hurt her head in the process because of hos sudden it was and left her neck a bit sore, and skipped rather quickly to check what time it was on the big clock glued to the building near her window. She was indeed pretty late for an occasion she couldn't miss, otherwise her dad would give her one of those old fashioned spankings. 

"[b]Fuck. FUCK! Why didn't that piece of shit work right?![/b]" 

She ran up to kick the alarm clock she had broken an hour back out of rage she had to release. Of course, she blamed the alarm clock just to convince herself she isn't in the wrong and everything was going against her today. She was going to be late, that's for sure, with all the pampering she needs to actually feel presentable during events. That and dress choosing was something that could last up to an hour with her. Skipping to the bathroom, she took a twenty minute long shower, and then invested twenty more minutes in beauty products and hair brushing. Yes, she only had five minutes to get dressed and run to the funeral to get there on time. But was she going to do something inventive and interesting to get to the funeral efficiently? Yeah no, although she made the effort to select her set of clothes in fifteen minutes, she was still going to be horribly late. She had chosen a white kimono to cover the entirety of her body, a type of kimono that made it evident that she wasn't from the typical middle class, something her daddy bought her a few months back for such occasions actually. She had also stuck a little white flower on her head to add to the charm, or maybe just to turn more heads. 

[center][b]The Funeral - -20 minutes until it starts[/b][/center]

She had jogged to get there before it had ended entirely, the Tsuchikage was finishing his speech and the Granite Guards were all noticeable at the front. She bumped against the masses to meet up with her father up front. Old man Zuodian didn't seem to happy, he actually had one of those hilarious frowns on her face coupled with his black mustache, Ruri had trouble hiding her giggle, the only thing keeping her from bursting into laughter was the inevitable beating she was going to take if she actually mocked him. The rest of the ceremony went by and Ruri didn't hide her boredom, yawning and looking away from the main elements of the event. People crying didn't affect her, she actually had barely any empathy for the people dead so why would she care about those who weren't dead? This felt dumb and pointless to her. They were dead, so what? No point in forcing an entire village to meet up, they weren't THAT important to everyone. Especially not to Ruri. When it all ended, she swiftly jumped in the crowd so her dad wouldn't snag her beforehand and she ran off in the streets of Iwa. 

"[b]I feel cheeky today. Maybe I should go see that faggot Kanajiro, it's been a while since I saw that ass's face.[/b]" 

She said to herself like the psycho bitch she was, the malicious expression on her face meant everything when it came to her thoughts and premeditated desire to mess with her old classmate and fellow non-peasant. Indeed, she didn't enjoy being around the typical "normal people" of Iwa, since she's part of the few aristocratic families of the village she did not find much amusement in interacting with people of the lower levels. Seeing them as mediocre in value, she's often known for how much of a bitch she is to people just by having a first glance at them, and stigmatized those who didn't even dress as would members of her family. Kanajiro had a position of power in a pretty influential clan, meaning he was exactly the type of person she'd sought to have basic conversations with. 

After a short walk, she noticed many Hanamoto had returned to their main mansion already, but none of those who went by the front gate looked like Kanajiro. She didn't want the peasants of her powerful friend, she wanted the cool guy she could somehow relate to yet still qualify him of every possible insult imaginable. Either way, she was bored, and didn't have anything better to do than to wait. After all it was either that or return home for a slap on the face. She was contemplating the idea of blaming all of this on a servant, inventing the fact that one of the had the task to wake her up because the alarm clock was broken. But Ruri hated lies, and that would most likely lead to bad things for the servant, something that Ruri didn't want in her conscience for some odd reason. She waited, back against the gate near the entrance of the Hanamoto's mansion's gate, arms crossed and cleavage well exposed to welcome the slow Kanajiro.