A night to remember

Nakata ran, full speed along the beach, trying desperately to keep his weight distributed properly so that he could stay above the sand. On occasion, his father had made him run in sand using this method so that he could learn to use the same method for people and other walls. "leaping sparrow" his father had called it, a technique for 'defying gravity' but he was resolute to continue his training and further it here at starlight academy, or prison as he called it. Since coming here, he had actually gotten much better about speaking english. His thoughts about learning experiences of the past suddenly vanished as the peaked at the moon, he stopped running, standing on the sand and while he sank slightly, it was less so than most might, and he sank evenly so he didn't even get any in his shoes.
"Watashi no kibō wa, kono tatakai no naka ni yūyōdearu koto ga (I hope this is useful in a fight.)" He said to himself in japanese, finding no need to use english with no one else around him.

It didn't take long for him to see the smoke rise into the air and as it did, he took full advantage of the training he was currently undergoing. He ran along the beach never making a sound as the shock of his steps was absorbed by the sand to the fullest as he ran, crouched low. His mind flew back to a session he had spent with his father.

___________ Flashback_____________

10 year old Nakata stood with the wooden ninja-to in hand and a hiding place protecting him. His father, kaito, stalked the around around him, but as his father approached his hiding spot, he only turned away, never seeing the danger that lurked. In a flash Nakata sprang from his hiding spot, amazingly not even making a sound, but as he neared his father and jumped, he yelled, letting out a thunderous roar as he attacked. This was his mistake, and as he made his attack, the would be victim turned, punching Nakata in the somache and leveling him to the floor.
"Remember your rules" the elder Ishikawa said. "Rule 1. Erase your breathing, dissolve into shadow, aquire your target. Rule 2. Synchronize yourself with your target and predict his actions before he knows that he will make them, and Rule 3. Defeat your target before he is aware of your existence. Now, Nakata, which rules did you break?" All of the conversation was in japanese, but the basis for these assassination arts were key to what Kaito was teaching his son.

"rule 2 and rule 3, but not until I jumped at you father." Nakata correctly guessed, taking note of his hedonism that had caused him to shout as he jumped at what could have been a target attempting to kill him.

"Correct. Now, once you have made your presence known, it is unlikely that you will be able to hide again. This is when the rules change, and only rule number 2 applies." Kaito said, taking a traditional Assasgi Ryu ninjutsu stance...

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Nakata thought about his lessons as he followed the trail of smoke. His black clothing make hiding in the dark a little easier, and he dissolved into shadow the best way most humans could. Nextly, he held his breath as he approached a seemingly unconscious figure at the now smoldering fire, and lastly, he approached slowly, watching and with no weapon drawn.

It didn't take long for him to recognize the kid as a student here, not that they typically had a huge fill of monsters and the like and therefore, no reason to be as cautious as he was being, but it was good practice. He had gotten all the way up to the sleeping kid, though he immediately turned around to head back to his dorm. If he woke up he might start talking and that was the last thing Naka needed at the moment.

Cyan had a lot on his mind, and he had begun exploring outside to clear his head. It had only been a week since Miss Winslow passed away. She may have been an old recluse, and not much of a mother, but she was the closest thing to family he ever had. And now she was gone, as was his life at Winslow Manor.

Cyan remembered what the people had told him, how he would be sent to the Manta Carlos Islands, how he was going to be with "people like him." Baloney! He had heard a few stories; these guys were practically super-heroes, or characters from some shonen anime. Cyan? He was just a geek with no exposure to the outside world. He just happened to be an indestructible green ferret-thing.

As he walked, the scenery changed from grass to the sandy shore. Cyan noticed two figures in the distance: one lying down, and the other walking toward the dorms.

"Might as well start making friends now," he mumbled to himself as he began scurrying toward the walking figure. As he drew closer, he noticed the figure's black and white hair. "Hey, uh, two tone!" he called out as he drew closer, "Wait, that didn't come out right, sounds like an insult." He scratched behind his ear nervously. "Um, so uh, you out to get some fresh air too? Or, um...man, I'm bad at this," he added, half to himself. He looked at the ground and let out a sigh. "Hi, name's Cyan. And you?" The small creature looked up at the pale teen with the fierce violet eyes.

Cyan jumped at the sound of the other teenager's shout. He turned toward the source as it continued with a slightly more friendly greeting. "Oh, hey, thought you were asleep. You spooked me a bit, probably 'cause it's dark...I'm doing, well, as okay as I could be, considering...So, what's your name?" He turned toward the young man with the two-toned hair. "Oh, yeah. Um...and you? Who are you?"

Cyan cursed himself silently. This was his first real chance to meet some possible peers, and he had no plan of action. Real life was nothing like those shows on the internet and TV. "Time to hope for the best," he thought silently.

Nakata nearly smacked himself in the forehead the moment the... ferret?.. at this he actually did smack his forehead. He had dropped his guard with the thought that no one else was around and had gotten surprised by an animal... a talking animal. The result of the creature's talking had awakened the sleeping boy, who had taken a combat approach. He was very loud about it and Naka thought that it showed that it was necessary. Where he had tried to approach this without getting caught up too much in conversation he shook his head, deciding to use etiquette rather than being rude.
"I am fine, and my namu is Ishikawa Nakata desu, I mean, Nakata Ishikawa." He said with a bow. His japanese accent shining through and his slip up with tokyo slang in his sentences and Japanese naming order as opposed to American.

He was now attempting to converse, most likely in English, with two people and he did not enjoy the prospect of this attempt. with his resolve set, he decided to minimalize the conversation and be on his way.

"Oh hi, um, Mr. Ishi...Ishikawa, and Kururugi," he said, his tongue stumbling over the Japanese names, "Right. I'm bad with names, so sorry if I ask later. It's not 'cause I don't care, or nothin'," he scratched behind his ear again and turned toward Kururugi. "Yeah, name's Cyan Winslow, like the color, you know, cyan. And I'm not really a ferret, exactly. Um, I'm called a painted weasel, uh, let's see... Mustela Auritus. My mom gave me that classification; it's not official, on account of me being the only one." Cyan cleared his throat before Kururugi began to sneeze. "Gesundheit."

"Sure, we can walk and talk," He says in response to Kururugi's suggestion. He turns toward Ishikawa, "Uh, Two-I mean, um... Can I call you Ishi? 'You coming?"

These two were curious characters. Both appeared to be of East Asian descent, Japanese, judging by the names. The black-haired one, whom Cyan originally thought was asleep, seemed annoyed about something, but the tone of his voice told him it wasn't exactly directed toward him. The one with the violet eyes and two-toned hair had seemed slightly intimidating at first, but now that he was closer, Cyan noticed something else in those eyes, a tiny hint of some hidden emotion. "You're too analytical, Cyan," he thought to himself.

Nakata smacked his forehead and looked at them both.
"My namu is Nakata, Ishikawa is my family namu." He corrected both of them. He wasn't annoyed about it though, technically it was his fault for using a japanese introduction rather than an american one with two english speaking people. He had picked up on a couple of things, he was still thinking like everyone was a combatant. Given the nature of the meeting though, he figured that they would most likely be honest people. He had gathered that the kid here with them had powers that were based on metal, meanwhile he had not even the slightest of clues as to what the weasel did... aside from being a talking weasel. The people that had broken into his house two years ago had managed to deposit him here on the island and in this academy. To be honest he would probably speak english better if he talked to people more and this seemed like as good an opportunity as any.

He hadn't bothered enrolling in any of the power control classes because... his power was to heal from just about any injury and that didn't require any lessons. With these thoughts having gone through his head, he turned to walk with them, not wholly ready to head back to his dorm yet.
"I'm up for walking and talking."

"Oh, no I was just...I know that's your uh, surname. I just, since your accent was Japanese, I thought it might not be appropriate ask to call you Naka. I guess I watch too much anime..." Cyan shifted to all fours and shivered. "These pants and this short fur really aren't enough for this kind of weather," He thought to himself, "Maybe I can find a dog sweater that will fit me."

As he began to walk on all fours, he mentally scrambled for something to break the ice. Ice, bingo, that was it. "Whew, it's uh, it's getting pretty cold lately isn't it?"