Practice Makes Perfect

[mikari]

"Okay lets try this again!" Mikari shouted as he clasped his hands together closing his eyes. Concentrating on working on the next part of his compulsion. If he could move the log just an inch then he would be good to go.

Of course he wasnt too good with his compulsion. So he was taking a risk. Opening his eyes to stare at the object he pushed it a bit.

"Alright!" Mikari shouted. Forgetting that his compulsion was still activated. Making the object move and hit him in the nose.

The neko let out a loud scream as he was hit closing his eys tight.

"ow, ow ow ow ow ow OW!" he shouted on the ground holding his face.

"Uggg I hate compulsion so much." he stuttered.

[Aize Seikeimannen]

It was late at night and Aize was sitting on his section of the wall again, reading his book.
It was then that his silence was broken by screaming coming from the furthest away battle arena.
He sighed and closed his book. Body Flicker Jutsu He apeared on a segment of wall overlooking this particualr arena... There was a ... boy, well it looked like a boy but it had animle like extremites... what ever he had seen stranger.

" Are you ok ?" He called down in his posh voice, before jumping and landing gracfully on the floor of the arena.

[mikari]

Mikari rubbed his nose then turned his head when he heard the voice jumping.

"N-No I hit my nose really bad." he stuttered still holding his face. Small bits of blood leaking between his fingers. His ears flat against his head.

"W-Who are you?" he asked with an embarassed and shy stutter.

[Aize Seikeimannen]

"Let us take a look" He said approaching the boy, he dropped the book on the floor.
He was going to check for anything broken, he had been studing up hard on humanology but he did not intend to need to use it to aid people.
He was going to wait until the person felt comfertable with him being there, he knew that since the school was just open there were some jumpy students.

[mikari]

Mikari blushed a bit embarassed.

"F-First tell me who you are!" he said his voice shaking. He was as skittish as a cat.

[Aize Seikeimannen]

"... " He sighed " I am Aize Seikeimannen ".
He would have said it was a plesure to meet him but the boy had jus interupted his reading and his peice and quite... not to mention his mood.
So he gave up on the idea, " its not broken " He said turning and waving his left arm.
With this he went back over to his book and picked it up, dusting the cover off.

[mikari]

Mikari whined a bit. Still holding his nose. "I-If you say so." he stuttered. Even if his nose was massivly bleeding.

[Aize Seikeimannen]

" I do, now what is your name... and what do you do" He said in his posh hi class voice.. He stood in a manner that portraid a passive atitude but a person filled with confidance.
He didnt want to admit it but he was interested in how he had hit him self in the face with a log... it could be interesting, on the other hand, it could just be stiupidity.
He stood book in one hand, the other hand on his hip.

[mikari]

"M-Mikari, Mikari Okara." Mikari told him rubbing his nose gently reaching into his pocket of his baggy black shorts to pull out a small napkin. Holding it to his bloody nose.

"And what do you mean?" He asked Aize.

[Aize Seikeimannen]

"Well you must have been doing somthing to hit yourself in the face with a log... i hope you were doing somthing anyway" He said trying to make a joke out of it.. the truth was he was begining to think he was a little slow.

With that he stood with a half grin on his face awaiting the boys reply.

[mikari]

Mikari gave him a look of annoyance and embarassment. "I was trying to train. My compulsion sucks what else can I do?" he asked him rubbing his nose till it finally stopped bleeding.