Standard disclaimers apply to the fictional characters of BLEACH used in this story. They are the property of the esteemed Kubo Tite-sensei, and I have no claim over them. Please don't sue.
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"Kanae-chan!" Masaki chirped as she slipped out of the room. The door was not completely closed behind her. The light from the room illuminated her.
"Masaki-sama…" Katagiri uttered as she eyed the reddened cheek with concern. She didn't have to guess to figure out who did it. She fisted her hands to stop them from reaching out and testing the tenderness of the flesh. Instead, she asked with an upset frown, "Would you like me to get you a compress?"
The brunette smiled in false cheer. "No, it's okay! I'll see you later, Kanae-chan."
The maid watched without a word as the last Kurosaki descendant hurried down the hallway to her bedroom. Voices of a heated argument traveled from within the room but she ignored it.
Feeling someone's stare on her, she turned her head.
Ryuuken looked at her through the crack of the door and she held his gaze. His eyes shifted to the side but then refocused on her.
A beat later, she smiled lightly and bowed her head before moving to the bathroom for the medicine cabinet.
AN: Whoo, break from midterm studies! Thanks for reading!
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