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((ARGHHH! ANOTHER new project. -.- Sorry if I'm slow to respond...))

Kitsuyo watched as Hiro left, and promptly slammed the door closed when he was in the hallway. Clenching her teeth, she plopped into the nearest chair and inspected her foot. It was swelling and the deep cut had torn and grown in size. She bit her lip in a desperate attempt to keep from making any noise. It really, really hurts. Her wound may have become infected as well. She always had a first aid box in her room since she was accustomed to injuring herself. She found fresh bandages and rubbing alcohol. She decided against the alcohol. She considered washing her wound in the bathroom, but soon remembered that Slave Boy was currently playing dress up in there. Well, at least she had something to look forward to.

((Last day of school tomorrow. =D I'm sort of at a loss of what to do though...))

The inevitable grumble in Kitsuyo's stomach was just awful. It tore at her insides beckoning food with all it's might. The roar from her stomach was loud and buzzed in her ear. It was bound to happen with her swimming. It was already almost dinner time. She stared at her foot for a moment. The pain had not subsided, but it seemed as if the bleeding had stopped, if only momentarily. She thought back to the times when she had fractured her leg and remembered the crutches she used after her operation. It was in her closet! She limped over to the walk-in storage room and pulled out her crutches gleefully--or as gleefully as Kitsuyo could possibly manage. She expertly used the crutches to walk around her room. When she felt that she was ready to reuse them, she promptly left her room. She felt better already!

She pulled open the door and shouted, "Slave boy! Oh, slave boy!! I'd like a sandwich, please."

Without waiting for a response, she continued out of her room and carefully went down the stairs into the kitchen.

"Where do you think they'd be? In the refrigerator, idiot. I want white bread. With ham, cheese, salami and mayonnaise." Kitsuyo stated routinely as she would with her late grandmother. She always asked Kitsuyo what she wanted on her sandwich even though she already knew the answer.

Kitsuyo plopped down at an adjacent seat at the end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. She leafed though her bills dully. "Oh, I'm fully aware. But why should I state the name to a slave? Especially one who tried to take my life?" Kitsuyo's eyes burned as she peered back up to her slave. "You just earned a bed outside for your disobedience." She pointed at the backyard.

"Sprinklers go on at five. I suggest you leave before then. You wouldn't want to ruin your pretty, pretty dress, would you?" She looked her slave up and down. She held her tongue and refrained from complimenting on how lovely he looked in it. She managed to keep her laughter to a small snort.