Mantra I
"Kurama, what the hell are these?"
"Cheetos."
"What?"
"Cheese snacks."
"Cheese isn't usually this color."
"Um. I know that."
"Well?"
"It's synthetic."
"Sin-what?"
"Synthetic. Made by humans, not animals."
"What the hell? Why would you people want to make plastic cheese when you have perfectly good cows!"
"It's not 'plastic', Hiei."
"Bloody same difference. You put all sorts of disgusting things together and have the nerve to call it cheese."
"That's certainly a novel way of looking at it."
"It's the truth. And I'll be damned before I eat one of those."
"Oh, all right. Here."
"Sweet! Smoked goudah!"
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Yes, I know, be quiet. It's a welcome change from all of the FMA fics I've been doing. There's going to be twelve mantras in all, so keep your eyes peeled. (note: this is not going to be updated nearly as frequently as Amber Sapphire and Onyx, so don't even bother whining)