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He stands there in the silence of the night, staring at the unseen boundary that spreads itself out before him, the Vatican sprawled out beyond its borders. The knowledge of why he's been brought here planted into his mind, he contemplates the circumstance.

Brought back from the dead for some stupid war, the prize a grail that, in all honesty, he has no real desire for. It wasn't like there isn't anything he'd change. The chance to wish Shouyou-sensei back is tempting. But there's something about it that leaves him uncertain.

He's distracted from his thoughts when he feels a presence approach him. So, this is one of them 'masters' huh. He turns, and finds himself face to face with a girl who's barely an adult. What the hell kind of war involves those so young? It doesn't matter that he was younger even in a war perhaps more brutal on the heart. Its a stained path no one should have to follow.

[do you see that, it’s the face of a tsundere. don’t let it fool you!]

[don’t do it, it’s a trap!! the tsundere trap!!]

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7. Eskimo Kiss:

In an Eskimo kiss, two people rub their noses back and forth against each other. It’s based on real kisses that people in Eskimo cultures give their friends. Just like with lip kisses, Eskimo kisses are best executed with your eyes closed.

The two teens were out at night, which isn’t all too bad if you’re on the decent part of town that was brightly lit and had small hoards of people walking in and out of stores, eating, and so on. The two had stopped for hot chocolate seeing as it was getting awfully cold outside. Gareki had his faced buried into the neck of his jacket most of the time barely drinking his hot chocolate since he didn’t really enjoy anything that had to do with chocolate all too much, but it was help keeping him warm.

Chizuru tugged on Gareki’s arm and she pointed out what a couple from across the street. She questioned Gareki on what they were doing and why. 

"Well that’s an Eskimo kiss."

"What’s an Eskimo kiss?"

"It’s exactly what those two people are doing over ther-"

By the time he pointed back over there the couple was gone and his expression changed. The teen hadn’t really wanted to explain it, but figuring here personality as it is, she would keep wondering what exactly and Eskimo kiss was, so he set his hot chocolate aside to place his hands on her shoulders. Gareki bent down a little ways closer to her face since she was a few inches shorter than he was and he rubbed their noses together. The feeling was odd, but he got it over with. It was easier to preform an Eskimo kiss than explain it anyways. He dropped his hands and retrieved his hot chocolate, burying his face into his scarf to try to hide the light pink blush on his face.

This was tiring.

All of this was taking a much bigger toll on his body more than he thought, and he's mental state didn't help it either. Running his hands over his face, Toshizo sighs. He couldn't sleep, not yet, even if the sun was up high and moving took more effort than it should.

But he refused to let it show. The pain, the discomfort, and just how tired he really was. There was still a lot he needed to do before he go return to his so-called living quarters. It as under the ground, which was good, because he would be kept out of the sun.

Running his hand through his hair, and then adjusting his ponytail which was becoming loose, Toshizo rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. Maybe a few minutes of resting against this wall will be okay, just a few. After that he would return to his 'work'.

When the samurai opened his eyes, using his hand to shield the sun from it, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. It couldn't be, could it?