After Katsu had met the man who had commissioned his sensei's services, he didn't wonder why Yokuzoma-sensei had been so furious that night.
Tatamisu Hiejo was a twit.
His daughter wasn't much better, the spoiled brat.
Katsu sighed, and tried to tune out the high-pitched voice of Tatamisu Kijou. Honestly. For a woman a year his senior, she didn't have the most enthralling conversational skills imaginable.
She's boring, and her laugh would make a raccoon want to kill itself.
"And what about you, Tsukioka-kun?" Katsu sighed as she batted her eyes at him, and tried not to let too much of his aggravation show.
"I'm not sure, Tatamisu-san. I do not spend much time following what the fashionable population thinks."
She pouted – which looked completely ridiculous on a grown an more than reasonably attractive woman. "What do you do, then?"
"I paint, mostly." Maybe if he was as curt as possible without actually crossing the border into rudeness, she'd get the hint.
"Oh." She paused, and had to think of what to say for the first time since she had opened her mouth. "Your master – he must be very harsh."
Oh Buddha – she's not going to go down this path, is she? Katsu shrugged. "Not really."
"But I heard the way he spoke to you, earlier," she pressed. "He sounded awfully cruel."
With great force of will, Katsu did not roll his eyes in her face. "I suppose he would, at that."
She frowned – but what else had she expected? That he would suddenly smile that someone understood and proceed to spill out his entire life story? He opened his mouth to say something –
"Katsuhiro!" And he was most conveniently interrupted.
Katsu smiled gently, and stood up. "A thousand pardons, Tatamisu-sama, but my master calls, and I must obey."
A bit facetious perhaps, but the woman was annoying. He would have to ask Yokuzoma-sensei if he could be spared from "entertaining" her next time.
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heh. Very long delay, I know. Please, no eggs, or anything that stains. I will catch up before next Monday, I swear. Oh, FYI – Kijou is a bitch. No matter what. And she doesn't want me to write her. But I say: FUCK YOU, BITCH! YOU'RE JUST A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, SO NYAH NYAH!
Oddly enough, I feel better.
Kuroiyousei: learned helplessness is good, especially when it comes to my writing. That's sorta how I feel about it anyways.
FarStrider: Of course you like it. You haven't said a bad thing about my writing yet (or nothing I haven't said). *grumbles* Keep it up and you might get me believing I'm good or something.
Brittany67: oh, they love each other, really. And it was no problem!
Blah16, 17 & 18: (I'm assuming you're the same person) thanks for the review!