Kohaku was just arriving at the clearing, his head almost permanently held down from the shame his father had placed upon his family. Even now, knowing what happened brings tears to his smokey grey eyes.<br/><br/>As he got closer, he noticed two, slightly familiar, figures. Feeling that they would pounce like lionesses seeing a wounded gazelle, he wiped his tears and straightened as to not let them see his weakness.<br/><br/>When He finally reached the pair, "squad seven?" his voice so raspy, it sounded like a whisper in his ears, all the while he remained looking toward the ground.