"So why do you wear a mask, ninja?" Serena asked. The Lancers all stopped their chatter inside the pub to look at the Fusion user curiously. Even Sawatari who had been on the verge of dozing off was paying attention now.
One table over, Tsukikage blinked at her. "What a strange question to ask out of the blue, Serena-sama."
"I don't see how it is." She stood up, her chair scrapping loudly against the floor. Making her way over, she stood next to him, her hands on her hips. "Show me your face."
Unsure of what to do, he raised his arms in defense. "I rather not."
"Do you have some sort of scar you're hiding?" Dennis picked up a scarf tail and examined it. "I like the fabric, Tsukikage."
The ninja glared at him and snatched it out of the American's hand. "...I'm not. Please don't touch it."
"Then why?"
Sighing in defeat, he raised his hands. The group was now clustered around the table, waiting expectantly for him to pull the mask down. On the inside he was very amused by the sudden interest, but on the surface, he kept his expression perfectly neutral. "It's in the fashion of the Fuuma house to wear these because..." a finger hooked over the edge of the fabric. "we're too pretty for our own good."
"Yeah, sure."
"I don't believe you."
"No one is THAT pretty."
"Enough!" Serena moved and snatched it off his face. The group gasped. Beneath the mask was...another mask! "What is the meaning of this?!"
His eyes crinkled and then he vanished. "FASHION!"