A/N: I never expected to have a series of connected stories in Masks. Unfortunately, a rabid plot bunny has bitten me, and it won't leave me alone until I get it written down. And so, we have the continuing adventures of Chichiri and Ai-Tong.
6: Umbrella Stand
It was raining as Ai-Tong trudged up the path, carrying her bundles of shopping. Her family usually made due with what they could make themselves, but there were just some things they needed that were simply beyond their skills. Like the salt that was getting wet and would no doubt melt before the young woman got home.
Ai-Tong was working up a good curse for the rain when a familiar blue haired man stepped into the path. He was disgustingly dry beneath his umbrella. "Good afternoon, Ai-Tong. No da." Chichiri said cheerfully.
"Jun-Yu's not here." Ai-Tong said. "He's off doin' 'important Suzaku warrior stuff'." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as cold water dripped down her neck.
"Actually…" Chichiri moved next to Ai-Tong, sheltering her beneath his umbrella as he removed his mask, "I didn't come here to see your brother. No da."