[h3]Masahide Saji[/h3]
Warakuma High- Kendo Club
9/6/15 - Afterschool


	"Masa!" a voice seemed to ring out to the darker haired male, catching his attention a moment before a wooden training blade came down to strike him. Caught off guard, Masa could only brace himself for the upcoming strike, but it never came as his partner withdrew slightly. Before Masa could lift his blade to continue the exercise, he felt the hand of the club's president on his shoulder. "Masa," the familiar voice spoke again as the speakers frame came into view, "You've been off your game lately. What's wrong?"

	"[color=7ea7d8]Nothing, I'm fine.[/color]," Masa replied curtly, shrugging off the hand as he turned to face the male fully. He was an older male, about Masa's height but with a thicker frame, "[color=7ea7d8]Just distracted[/color]."

	"Well, you've been distracted for days now. Your not doing anyone any good, including yourself." The soft voice had been replaced with a now stern and precise tone, "I think you need to call it a day. Some rest might-"

	"[color=7ea7d8]I said I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, but it's not needed[/color]." Masahide interjected, his gaze now focusing on his partner once more as he drew up his wooden sword once more. Once again, a hand collapsed on his shoulder much firmer than before as it practically spun him around.

	"Go home, Masa." The president spoke up, his expression seeming almost angered, but Masa could make out the subtle tinge of concern. He'd seen this look on his mother's face before, and it was the same expression on Yamato's face before... Reacting almost instinctively, Masa turned his blade round, thrusting the pommel forward into the padded armor of the president. The force was still enough to stagger the boy and cause him to groan as Masa stepped forward, grasping the collar of the uniform. With a brisk and firm pull upwards and towards him, Masa pulled the president off his feet all the while glaring at the elder student. Shortly after the exchange, a pair of hands would be placed on Masahide's shoulder, tugging and practically throwing him backwards as his grip on the president loosened. Sure enough, the display had garnered the attention of other members of the club who now stood between the dark haired male and the leader of the club. With a click of his tongue, Masa turned his head to the side with eyes closed as he attempted to calm down. Once again, the familiar voice spoke, "Go home, now! You're lucky I'm willing to look over this little outburst, but you've overstayed your welcome today."

	Without another word, Masa turned and exited the dojo stopping at the locker-room long enough to store his equipment and catch a brisk shower. As he sat in silence -the sound of trickling water the only audible noise in the room- Masa's thoughts began to creep up on him, causing the male to shudder in a mix of the now chilly air and the unwanted memories. With an audible growl, he'd slam his fist onto the wall in both anger and confusion. Why? Why was this bothering him so much? He had been alone most of his life, and now he was finally feeling isolated? Yamato's expression continued coming to the forefront of his thoughts as Masa shook his head, withdrawing his hand from the wall to turn off the water. It was then that he noticed the sharp pain residing in his knuckles, withdrawing his hand as he looked over it. Sure enough, the blow had broken the skin, and it was a surprise it hadn't broken the knuckle. Clicking his tongue once more, Masa ran the water over the wound once to clean it before using his other hand to kill the water. After drying off and making his way back to the lockers, he would open his own and open the first aid kit he had stowed away. Wrapping the hand and dawning his own clothes, he began to set out to leave the school and enter the city of Warakuma.