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“This deal bites ass,” is the first thing Kai says after his joyous reunion with the team. Hyotei’s members are lounging around the room, Jirou is curled up against Oshitari’s side and Kabaji stands attentively at the door. Atobe is lounging in an arm chair with a glass of fine wine held delicately in one hand.
“This deal saves your ass.” Kite says coldly, shoving Kai behind him and into Rin’s grasping hands. Kai fights it, just a little, and Kite shoots Kai a glare cold enough to give Kai frozen blue balls for years.
“Trouble in the ranks?” Atobe questions as he dramatically swirls the red wine in his glass around.
Kite redirects his cold glare Atobe’s way but Atobe is called the ‘ice emperor’ behind his back, Kite’s subzero glare has no affect. “Nothing I cannot handle.”
“Good.” Atobe snaps his fingers and Kabaji moves from the door to stand behind Atobe. Atobe opens up the folder he had left sitting on the table in front of him and hands something inside of it to Kabaji who dutifully steps forward and hands a picture to Kite. “Sakaki would like you to take care of a problem.”
Kite glances at the picture before tucking it into his back pocket. Ryuuzaki Sumire’s face is instantly recognizable. She had retired from training psychics nearly a decade ago but some said that she had unofficially had a hand in Seigaku’s training. “Killing old women in person not your style?”
Atobe sips at his wine with a smirk. “I only go for the young and beautiful, thank you. You may go.”
Higa’s discontent roils off of them like early morning fog off of the sea. Kite ignores the way they glare at him, and Hyoutei lets Higa’s emotions roll of them like water off a duck’s back.
“Oh, and Kite-kun.” Kite’s lips twitched into a snarl, his foot halfway out the door before he turned to give Atobe the evil eye. “We will need Rokkaku’s Itsuki back at some point. I doubt that Rokkaku will allow you to keep him.”
Ktie snorted. Hyotei just wanted to pick through Itsuki’s mind for anything interesting before handing him over to Rokkaku. “What if I don’t want to give him back?”
Atobe handed the wine glass off to Kabaji, the vintage apparently not to his taste. “That would be… too bad, ahn?”
“This deal saves your ass.” Kite says coldly, shoving Kai behind him and into Rin’s grasping hands. Kai fights it, just a little, and Kite shoots Kai a glare cold enough to give Kai frozen blue balls for years.
“Trouble in the ranks?” Atobe questions as he dramatically swirls the red wine in his glass around.
Kite redirects his cold glare Atobe’s way but Atobe is called the ‘ice emperor’ behind his back, Kite’s subzero glare has no affect. “Nothing I cannot handle.”
“Good.” Atobe snaps his fingers and Kabaji moves from the door to stand behind Atobe. Atobe opens up the folder he had left sitting on the table in front of him and hands something inside of it to Kabaji who dutifully steps forward and hands a picture to Kite. “Sakaki would like you to take care of a problem.”
Kite glances at the picture before tucking it into his back pocket. Ryuuzaki Sumire’s face is instantly recognizable. She had retired from training psychics nearly a decade ago but some said that she had unofficially had a hand in Seigaku’s training. “Killing old women in person not your style?”
Atobe sips at his wine with a smirk. “I only go for the young and beautiful, thank you. You may go.”
Higa’s discontent roils off of them like early morning fog off of the sea. Kite ignores the way they glare at him, and Hyoutei lets Higa’s emotions roll of them like water off a duck’s back.
“Oh, and Kite-kun.” Kite’s lips twitched into a snarl, his foot halfway out the door before he turned to give Atobe the evil eye. “We will need Rokkaku’s Itsuki back at some point. I doubt that Rokkaku will allow you to keep him.”
Ktie snorted. Hyotei just wanted to pick through Itsuki’s mind for anything interesting before handing him over to Rokkaku. “What if I don’t want to give him back?”
Atobe handed the wine glass off to Kabaji, the vintage apparently not to his taste. “That would be… too bad, ahn?”