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[NAMIKAZE, MINATO]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]There was something the man always liked around this time of the year. That was the thought of all of his children, or well he liked to think of them as his children, came back from their summer vacation. There was, of course, one child that had spent their vacation with him since one of his students was his very own son. Naruto Uzumaki. Some called the boy a delinquent which honestly depressed the man a little. Didn't he know that whatever he did reflected back upon him? Why you ask? Well unlike the others that called the young boy a delinquent, he had the pleasure of calling the boy son. His name was Minato Namikaze and he was the dean of the school known as Izumi Chou. It was a wonderful job, the best in his own opinion. Having the privilege of running and owning the prestigious school gave him a sort of power he could hold. Of course, the man would of never thought of using that power in any foul way. He only used such power for the good of others and never for himself. After all, the children here depended on him to give them a good time. A bright smile lit the dean's face as he thought of all the students entering the school. There were a few however, who had come early this year. He wanted to get to know them all personally, but to be honest that was a little difficult to say the least. He could really count how many people had come to his wonderful school. So he had done his homework over the summer and caught up on a few things about each student that he could remember. It was the least he could do after all. Wouldn't it be nice to have a dean who knew you by name? The blonde smiled at the thought before moving outside the door of his office. Just as the door to the school opened. He made sure there was a bright smile on his face before turning towards the door. "Welcome back Izumi Chou students and staff." he said adding the last part just in case it was one of his staff that was coming through the door just then. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[jka]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;]Ino strode cheerfully down the courtyard, her package safe in her arms. It was that time of year again, the eve of summer and dawn of the fall semester. Most of her peers dreaded waking up early after two straight months of vacation, but Ino was an early riser anyway, so it didn’t particularly bother her that much. That and summer was generally uneventful compared to the school year, since some of her friends preferred lazy days at home over going out to enjoy their days off. Perhaps it was a bit unorthodox, but the school year gave her something to look forward to. With every passing year at Izumi Chou came new opportunities, new friends, and new boys – especially with those Kyodo high students so close. The blonde rounded a corner and made for the door, bangs grazing her cheek as she hiked her skirt a little lower than she normally wore it. There would be time to mingle later. Right now, she was a rather important mission to make a good impression on her first day. A small grin made its way onto her cheeks, recalling the first time she’d performed the gesture as a freshman, absolutely terrified of confronting any form of administration. She’d been so nervous, knocking hesitantly on the dean’s door with shaking hands even with her family’s reputation. And now, two years later, she was back carrying the exact same sentimental weight in her simple delivery. Her kitten heels reached the familiar set of stairs leading into the main building, careful to not distress her package as she scaled the steps with the other students who had arrived a bit early. Some of the faces were new, bashfully clutching their maps to their chests and reminding her just how long it had been since she’d first entered high school. Ino had done the exact same thing, though hadn’t been so shy about it, asking the first staff member in sight where her first class was and practically sprinting to the other side of campus in order to make it on time. She grinned at the memory as the main doors of the school opened, letting in the small crowd that had formed. One of the nameless boys in front took the effort to hold one of the heavy doors open for her and the others, and she thanked him with a smile before proceeding through the halls of the first floor. The girl had been to see the dean sporadically during the year, though never for disciplinary reasons. The only set “appointment” she’d ever established was on her first day, and she’d come back with every following start of the term. On cue, she spotted the shocking gold of the dean’s hair outside of his office, greeting the students and staff with his trademark smile. “Good morning, sir!” the blonde chimed respectfully with an eager skip in her step. Gone were her timid days as a freshman – she was an upperclassman now. She held out the vase, careful to not rustle the careful arrangement she had prepared this morning. A vase of flowers was the perfect way to brighten up any office space and instantly brightened up the recipient’s day as well. “From our shop, to celebrate the school year,” Ino grinned, blue eyes wide as she repeated the same words she’d uttered twice before only noticeably taller and incredibly more mature than her little freshman self. [/style]

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[INOUE, SHIROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— THIS IS THE ROOM WHERE WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]GRASS AND SPLENDID EVENINGS.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]THE START OF THE NEW SCHOOL YEAR WAS ALWAYS EXCITING, HE REFLECTED. It wasn’t that the school was foreign; quite the contrary, he felt that he understood the general layout of it well enough to be able to navigate, and if he was lost he could always take the chance to ask someone. It was an interesting time of year simply because it was the act of returning to a place of familiarity; the building and the surrounding environment was “new” enough in his psyche that it posed something of a challenge that was both vexing and exhilarating. There was something about dredging out old information that Shirou had always found oddly satisfying. He’d already begun mentally counting down the steps it would take him to reach the stairs. Sure enough, the end of his cane collided with hard concrete; he lifted it and allowed it to slide up the step to rest on top of it. Confirming its existence, he began to slowly make his way up the steps, shifting the cane in front of him to make sure he had a place for his feet. The going was slow at first, before he allowed himself to pick up his pace, confidence in himself and the firmness of the structure before him growing. Dimly, his ears picked up the sound of a slight clamor from within the school; other people had arrived before him, which was to be expected. He had a certain aversion to large groups of people, and the fact that there would be little need to interact with others right in the beginning of the day was something he was mildly glad of. Shirou felt the presence of the door looming in front of him; his fingers closed around the handle, and he nearly pulled the door open before he paused, and retracted his hand. Instead, he shifted his cane to hold it beside him, and stepped to the side. Once, twice; his left hand trailed upon the door and finally the smooth wall behind him as he made sure he was well out of the way of the main entranceway. That objective having been completed, he began straightening out his sleeves, tugging at them somewhat fervently in an attempt to assure himself that they were properly aligned and devoid of creases. Next came his tie, which he pulled on briefly. Satisfied that he was now presentable, he slid back in the direction of the doorway, opening it now and stepping within the main building of the school. The sound of other students talking was slightly louder now, and the teenager visibly grimaced at the onslaught of noise. He had never been one for sounds and even if the cacophony of muddled words was not nearly as loud as it might have been, it was still a rather large change from his normally subdued days of summer. He brandished his cane again, more for avoiding anyone in his path than for actually finding his way, and made a split second decision to walk alongside the wall instead. He took several confident steps, pausing only upon hearing the dean’s voice – welcome back Izumi Chou students and staff – from further up ahead. Sliding his cane forward yet again, not bothering to swipe it left and right as he normally would have, he continued striding down the hallway, much less tentative than he once might have been. He stopped again only when the end of the cane bumped into what could have only been a foot. After a few moments, Shirou inclined his head, not at all unlike an inquisitive dog, before carefully reaching out to discover the size of the individual his cane had hit. ”Gakubuchou…?” he began quietly, bowing slightly as was only polite to do. ”Good morning.” It was only then that he realized that someone else was near as well; he made a slight bow in their approximate direction, his fingers curling around his cane tighter as he found his equilibrium. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[NAMIKAZE, MINATO]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ AND IN THAT MOMENT OF CONFUSION, I FOUND HAPPINESS ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Well, well. It seemed that the dean had been quite correct about students liking to come earlier. It was sad really that the blonde had not seen any staff members so far. But, that wasn't enough to get the man down, of course not. He had a lot to look forward to today after all. Students were arriving and it was high time he got some nice treatment. A summer with his son wasn't what you would call, the best of courtesy. Sure, there were a few good times the two had, but it was hard knowing that your son didn't really like you all that much. Or at least, that was how Minato felt at some points. Well, now was not the time to be thinking about family issues was it? No it was not. The man let all thoughts of family and any other need that arose to make him question something for the time being. Of course, that was his natural way of viewing the world, so it had taken years of practice to just shut off that part of his mind for the time being. Thankfully, he didn't have to try very hard for long before students began to come through the door. And what do you know, one in particular popped into his vision. A junior this year, Ino Yamanaka, had made it a point to come talk to him a lot during her years here. It was actually something he came to appreciate. She was one of the sweetest students he had here at Izumi Chou. Though of course there were several students that paid heed enough to come talk to him and see he wasn't a scary monster like some of the newer ones believed. This young lady happened to bring him and the office flowers every year. It was a wonderful help to the office as well as the shop. He always put them in the view of everyone and it really did a remarkable job of brightening up the room and earning more than a few wonderful compliments. So of course, he would direct them back to the shop at which them came. All is well that ends well it seemed. Minato's face took on a softer touch of his trademark smile at her appearance before him and the same offering she brought seemingly every year with her. "Well good morning miss Yamanaka. As always you have a lovely arrangement here and the office appreciates your time and effort into this lovely piece." he said calmly and respectively towards her. It was probably one of his main strategies as a dean, to make sure everyone here felt equal especially to some of the students that cared to actually mingle with him. "Do you have any interesting classes this year?" he asked her as he genuinely took the offering from her hands carefully. He wouldn't want to disturb the beautiful arrangement that the young lady had took the time into making. He continued to smile as he waited for her response as a light movement into his foot caused him to look to the side. Ah! He knew this young fellow as well. Inoue, Shirou. He was one of the brightest young minds within Izumi Chou, if the dean said so himself. If it was up to the blonde, the boy would not be considered impaired, as he was not. He had wonderful grades, and a wonderful attitude about school and life in general. The boy was simply to sweet to him sometimes much as the young lady. "Ah~ mr. Inoue, its lovely to see you again this year." he spoke in normal tones to the boy in front of him. Of course, as the dean Minato did know of the boy's condition and knew not to say certain things but he was in no shape or form ever treating him any differently than everyone else. In the same sense he didn't move away when the boy reached out and touched him. He actually smiled a bit. "Hmm. I have a question for you mr. Inoue. I just bought this shirt recently but I just can't tell what the fabric type of it is. Would you mind helping me out with that?" he asked. It wasn't to put the boy on the spot, oh no. In his years of knowing the fellow junior, Minato had come to find the boy had a vast sense of touch. So vast he could tell such things easily without any sweat at all. It seemed he was in for a wonderful year after all. [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[jka]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:100px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YGDXc.png)][atrb=vAlign,top][style=border:10px solid #ffffff; border-radius:5px; height:100px; width:100px; margin:7px; background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2z8rkeo.png);][/style][style=background-color:#ffffff; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:2px; width:230px; transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(-90deg); -o-transform:rotate(-90deg); color:#62d2d6; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #ccc; margin-left:-60px; margin-right:-160px; margin-top:100px; margin-bottom:-170px; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px; text-align:right;]and i haven't given up what[classy=tyrannicide]I know i'm capable of[/classy][/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;]“You’re very welcome,” Ino replied, pleased with his appreciative gratitude. She’d specially picked a multitude of fiery and sunny hues in her arrangement to personally complement his bright personality. The dean was a really sweet guy, even if his son had quite the notorious reputation. His door was always open whenever, regardless of whether she wanted to talk about her academic future or if she merely wanted to stop by and chat. “I’m just sticking with the requirements this year,” the blonde answered with a bit of a sigh, remembering how her schedule looked – Japanese, Math, History, and a whole bunch of different sciences, with the majority of them honors or AP. She didn’t particularly have a passion for any of the aforementioned, but she had to be ahead of her game. “I’m still sticking with the idea of abolishing math altogether so I actually have room for an elective,” she partially joked. If only she was as good at it as Sakura, then it wouldn't hamper her GPA so much. Ino then noticed the other boy who had approached them. He looked to be about her age and she recalled seeing him around campus, though she couldn’t remember being formally acquainted with the boy. Inoue-kun, was it? She noted as the dean regarded him, quirking a neatly plucked eyebrow at his formal bow of greeting. How old fashioned, she mused, before replying with a playful curtsy of her own accompanied by a friendly smile. “I’m Ino, by the way,” she interjected after his and the dean’s little exchange, extending a hand to properly introduce herself. [/style]

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[INOUE, SHIROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— THIS IS THE ROOM WHERE WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]GRASS AND SPLENDID EVENINGS.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]THE DEAN'S VOICE WAS PLEASANTLY WARM, AS HE REMEMBERED IT; despite not having seen him for several months, it was as unmistakable as ever and he had always managed to find it oddly calming. “It is wonderful to see you as well,” he replied easily, lips quirking upwards in something that was almost yet not quite a smile. Shirou had never felt alienated in the dean’s presence; a fact which he largely appreciated as being treated like glass or some sort of invalid simply because of a lack of eyesight – he’d never really thought of it as a “lack”, having never experienced having sight in the first place – quickly became tiresome. It was hard to think that you were missing something when you had never had it in the first place; wasn’t there a saying that you didn’t know what you had until it was gone? Hearing the older man’s question, Shirou proceeded to smooth two fingers across the shirt’s material. The fabric was soft and smooth to the touch, and felt light underneath his fingers. “I’m quite certain that it is cotton, gakubuchou,” he said after a few moments, before retracting his hand to allow it to hang by his side. He would have expected no less of the dean, really; cotton shirts were considered quite high standard and most, particularly those that were of good quality, were expensive. The fact that a fairly large amount of apparel was made using cheap imitations or were blends with highly inflated percentages did nothing to bring the price down. The actual process in which the cotton was manufactured was important as well. “ – It’s a nice shirt.” The words, with the implication behind them, were just a touch wry, albeit the statement in and of itself was entirely genuine. It really did feel like quite a nicely-made shirt. Another voice sounded out, distinctly feminine and oddly chipper. The sheer vivacity of the tones was almost baffling, for he was not exactly accustomed to hearing such bright and lively tones early in the morning. The voice was somewhat familiar, although he could not for the life of him place a name to the voice. He was briefly concerned, wondering whether or not he had somehow forgotten something in the few months’ that constituted the break between school years. It seemed as if he had nothing to worry about, though, for the girl’s next words were an introduction; habitually, he shifted, turning to face her direction more plainly as it would have been horribly rude not to after she had been so kind as to introduce herself. “It’s nice to meet you, Ino-san,” he replied, bowing yet again. As he straightened, Shirou allowed himself to smile at the girl, his head inclining slightly as he listened for words from either of the two individuals he was in the company of. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]