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I Trust You
"WHAT!" Ichigo roars.
"We've got a replacement for Zakuro," Ryou replies.
"No, impossible… Zakuro's a member of the team, you can't just stick a stranger in with us and call her team member never mind Zakuro's replacement!" Minto stutters.
"How do we know we can trust her though?" Lettuce frowns.
"How did you know you could trust each other at the start?" Ryou deadpans.
The silence is more than enough to answer his question. Slowly, one by one, they seem to be mentally preparing themselves for the new formation of their, no, the team. It's only theirs if it's them and Zakuro.
"This is too early!" Purin moans. "You said this was a last resort!"
"It is," Ryou snaps. "We keep losing to them and we have no idea what we're dealing with. You've been given more than enough chances to deal with this on your own."
Mist shrouds the café scene and Zakuro leans back from the crystal ball. Her eyes are unusually intent, even for her. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration as the images keep flashing through her mind.
"Kisshu, I'm going out for a while," she calls over her shoulder before turning to two cupboard like doors.
The sun shines brightly outside, even more so when in contrast to the inside of the hideout. Zakuro's deeply intent eyes are fixed solely on the café. Her pace is slow and relaxed, nothing to arise suspicion as she moves. She seems safe and relaxed, but there's something about her that radiates a kind of danger. An almost feral side to her, almost as though she's letting her inner wolf take control.
Author's Note: I think that's a record for getting the next chapter out. Of this story anyway. I'm sorry if this is a bit dark, but watching Sweeney Todd will put you in a darker frame of mind. If this sucks then I blame my lack of caffeine or whatever it is. Morning, morning, snooze time. Bye.