Kukuri Ashinkakura didn't like the daytime.

There was something foul about the way the sunlight blasted its way through the rooms. She almost exposed in the light, and she felt small. There was nothing she could accomplish, even with the curtains closed, because something just seemed wrong.

Back at home she was always alone. Papa only needed her at night. He took her to all sorts of places at night. But in the day, she had to stay at home. And now, even with Papa gone, she couldn't bear to break her old tradition. And so Kukuri slept till 8p.m. before she trudged her way out of bed and into the common room. It was cold. She liked the cold. But somehow, it was lonely.

Indeed it felt lonely. She had been here long enough to see two of those things now. She was mere bait for one, a toy for the others but there was certainly something cold about this place. Makeena had disappeared for a while now, just up and disappeared.

The funny thing was that no one spoke of her as if she didn't exist though she realized that she was probably remembered by some of the girls at least though they said nothing not wishing to be targeted and since she was unaware of who these people where she followed their lead and remained silent.

There was a place up near the mountains that she trained at now and she had gotten in a short while ago after practicing some katas and her Kendo without the proper equipment of course practicing her work with the “blade”.

Taking a shower she headed down stairs from her dorm room. She was out of bottled water she remembered and had to go to the vending machine where she passed by a girl she had not seen before.

“New here?” She tenses slightly, these things can change shape in her experiences so new faces sort of stuck out.