Sneaking past all those students didn't really come as a challenge for her. With a history like hers... stealth was most definitely a must have or you'd be better off dead. With a finger absently tracing over her scar through the black cotton shirt she had worn today, Hanamori finally made it to the music room.

Why was she sneaking, you might think? It was lunch hour, and the music room was off limits during this time. Hanamori didn't want a student to see her because who knows what they may have done. Not that trouble was something she was worried about.

In the quietness that filled the room, her boots clicked against the tiled floor until she was face-to-face with the keys of the black piano that the music teacher banished student use from. Oh, how Hanamori love trouble. But that's not was drew her here.

The Piano. Its wood was of the finest she had ever seen used for a piano, and adopted into a rich man's life... this was saying something. This piano could produce the richest of music, and only her fingers can unlock those musical notes. And so, she pressed her black skirt against her bottom and sat down on the stool to set her fingers free, giving her emotions the voice that they needed, which tore the silence through a soft and debonair rhythm.

Her fingers stopped, abruptly ending the song quicker than lightening could strike its victim. She wasn't expecting a teacher to be here, she had miscalculated the situation and cursed herself mentally. But he was so out of place. What was their martial arts sensei doing in a music room?

Hanamori watched him impassively, not daring to look away from him but refusing to answer his questions, though she knew it would disrespectful not to answer to a sensei, "thank you," she whispered before pushing the stool out from under her with the back of her knees and bowing shortly to him.

The teen stepped away from the piano regretfully, hating that she had to end her time with it so soon... but at least she got to play it. She should she dismiss herself or wait to be dismissed? She could respectfully leave and excuse herself, but apparently, her music had disturbed his sleep, "I apologize for waking you, Trace-sensei," spoken softly.

Her eyes narrowed deeply at him with the 'girlie' comment. Sensei or not, Hanamori would not accept being called anything but her name, "its Hanamori," she corrected just as it fell from his lips. Girlie was unacceptable, no matter who called her it. Nicknames were despicable.

Her visible anger dissipated at the mention of Martial Arts, but inside she still wasn't quite calm to answer him, she settled with shaking her head from side to side. She used to be in Martial Arts, but it wasn't satisfactory enough after holding and using a gun for as long as she did. She dropped that class after a year of receiving an 'A'.

Though, she said nothing after that and simply sat back down on the stool. Hanamori kept her eyes on him. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention, it made her nervous. Her eyes left him to watch her finger press against the right keys. A continuation of the song, but a few seconds into it, and she missed a key, hissing irritatingly and looking up at him, “I can’t,” she said monotonously.

Her body tensed and went rigid when he had sat down by her side. Her back straightened completely and she kept her vision forward, not wanting to look at him even though he was evading her bubble. Her fingers curled into a fist the teen darted to a stand, quickly taking a few steps away from the stool.

This was too much for her. In this little bump they had with each other, Hanamori spoke more words than she had all of last week. To be honest, she was surprised that she was still in the same room with another human being that wasn't her adopted father or good friend, Hana.

Not only was she speaking more than usual, the attention focused on her and the music she created had definitely made her feel uncomfortable. She only played her music once in front of a stranger, and that stranger had only kicked her out of the school a week into its opening, "You're making me uncomfortable," she said softly, but with a sharp edge stitched to her words to show that she was serious, "I don't mind playing, but I ask that you stay a distance away from me," Hanamori shifted her eyes to give him direct eye contact.

. . . Was this guy really a teacher?

His oblivious attitude had caught her off guard and it was confusing as well as irritatingly annoying. There was no way she could be around someone who was ... so... not there?

A sigh passed her lips, not feeling to be in the mood to explain herself and just watched him with guarded eyes. There was no way he could be this oblivious and still remain a teacher. It was ... unlikely. Just how well was this schools education level if they allowing teachers like him to take employment here, "Hn," she started, "why don't you play it, if you like the sound so much."

She shook her head, the pads of her fingers pressed against her forehead as she shook her head back and forth. The music teacher was not going to appreciate this. He just broke the piano that she had been dying to play! A growl emitted from her throat and she looked at him with a look that clearly showed her displeasure.

"Damn it!" she exclaimed angrily, "why'd you have to do that for, hm? Teacher's are supposed to be smart, aren't they?!" She felt like she was dealing with a five year old.