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Kitsuyo sped over to the beach as she did to every place--in a crazy, reckless fashion. The air smelled strongly of sea salt and sea gulls let out cries every so often.

To be honest, the beach was probably Kitsuyo's favorite place in the world. It was perfect. The warmth of the sun, and the cold of the water. Surfing was one of her favorite hobbies. The sea life was interesting too.

She directed Hiro to unpack everything and set everything up while she bought him a plain blue swimsuit. She threw the suit at his head as she stripped out of her clothes and revealed her swimsuit underneath. It had been a long time since she enjoyed the beach. It was hard to go when no one else accompanied you. She used to go all the time with her grandparents and close friends. It lost it's beauty when the pain her of surogate parents rang to harshly when she just passed by it. She hoped it would be better with someone else. And it was. It gave her innitiative to not cry.

She plopped onto the sand and started building. She was a master at sand castles.

Kitsuyo smiled at her handy work. Her castle was a masterpiece. A rectangular lump of sand. She'd call it... skyscraper. Yeah..

She peered over to Hiro, "Heyy... do you wanna play in the water with me?"

((I might need to go soon. -.-))

Kitsuyo shrugged off his comment. She really didn't have much to say to it except maybe for a soft 'Yeah..' but that would be pointless. She gave Hiro a once over before actually walking into the water. He looked pretty skinny in it and she made a comment about it, even though she was fairly sure it was an illusion from the too big swimsuit. "I thought you were bigger than you really were." She added in a rude tone as she exaggerated a shrug of her shoulders.

The water was freezing against her feet in contrast to the burning sand. She waded in until the water reached her knees. She shivered at the cold uncomfortably. She dipped her hands in and collected some water to press onto her hair. She thought better of it and instead sent a wave of icy water to her new slave, effectively splashing him.

Kitsuyo rolled her eyes at the reply. It was obvious why he was so skinny, and part of the reason why she got the big swimsuit was so she could make fun of him for it. Such was the cruelty of Kitsuyo.

Kitsuyo kicked her feet around in the water for a while--waiting for her body to adjust. She laughed as Hiro fell into the water. It was fun being on the giving end of that bully. She always hated seeing people she knew when she went to the beach--girls could really be...girls, sometimes. After pushing her, the girls would usually walk away giggling annoyingly. The muscles in Kitsuyo's mouth tightened momentarily before she remembered that she could easily kick any of those girls' asses now that she was bigger. That made her feel better.

"Obviously it's cold. It's kinda the point." Kitsuyo stuck her tongue out playfully, loosening up a little.

Kitsuyo sighed at his response. "Please, liars are worse than incompetent slaves. I know you don't like it, but I really could care less." She articulated the last bit very clearly and headed on her jolly way to deeper water.

She took a deep, bracing breath and dove into the water. She never dared to open her eyes in the water, she was sure that the natural salt would burn her eyes. She pushed herself up after a moment of swimming, and took a breath of air. She slicked her short hair back to keep water from dripping into her face. She looked back at Hiro, several yards away from her. She stuck out her tongue yet again at his inferior swimming skills [she assumed], but swam a little closer. After all, the point of going was so she wouldn't be alone.

She waded the water at neck level when something incredibly sharp jabbed her foot. She let out a loud swear and tried her best to head closer to shore. The sharp object kept sinking in however, and Kitsuyo had the sinking feeling that a sharp shell or a piece of glass was stuck in her foot. What ever it was, it was making it very hard to get closer.

She noticed the mingling stain of blood in the sea water. Oh, ********> She thought through the searing pain. "Help me, ********>" She shouted, at no other than Hiro.

She growled deep in her throat and slapped her forehead in shame. "Could you please get me some bandades or something, slave?"

Kitsuyo let out a strained sigh through her nose. Frustrated and feeling stinging pain on the bottom of her foot, she attempted to bandage her foot. She winced at the sharp sting of gauze on her injured appendage. She wrapped the bandage around her foot and ankle as she would if she had sprained her ankle, something Kitsuyo was familar with. Releasing her leg, and spreading it out infront of her, she felt a tiny bit better. She sighed and fell back until she lay flat on the sand. "Stupid mother ******** people who litter and leave bottles in the ocean..." Kitsuyo ground her teeth together menacingly. "I...I don't think I can stand up." She admitted in a small mutter, half hoping that Hiro hadn't heard. The cut was fairly deep and it was cut on the ball of her left foot. She wouldn't be able to walk without stepping directly on it.

Kitsuyo chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously. She flipped her body over and pretended to play in the sand to avoid Hiro from seeing her expression. How would she get to the bar and work? How was she even supposed to get home? The wound couldn't possbly heal over night... What could she do? <********, ********, ********, ********> ********! The silver haired girl thought violently.