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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"You really didn't have to come with me, Masaki-sama," Katagiri told the brunette quietly as they ambled through the open market. She readjusted her grip on the two bags of groceries. It was late Saturday afternoon and the cook specifically requested for fresh vegetables and fish for the feast tonight.
"I know, I know," Masaki said with a smile. "But I wanted to get out of the house for a little while. The other maids don't really talk to me like you do, Kanae-chan."
"It is our duty to serve the Ishida family and you, Masaki-sama," Kanae replied. "It would be improper otherwise."
Masaki pouted with a thoughtful look. Then she raised a finger in the air as something clicked. She turned to the dark-haired female. "But you and Ryuu-chan are friends, right? You both met when you were children!"
Katagiri felt her face turn pink from the question and its scandalous implications. "Masaki-sama, the Young Master and I are not friends. I am only his maid."
"Heeeh, is that so?" The Kurosaki heir looked disappointed for some reason.
Feeling uncomfortable at the direction of the conversation, the maid quickly steered them over to the seafood stall.
The rest of the shopping trip left Katagiri wondering what brought up that question in the first place.
AN: I am trying to get this story moving, but it is harder than I thought. Blah.
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