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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Amaya looked over the food briefly before picking up her spoon to take a bite of eggs. “I won’t turn down something I didn’t have to cook.” She said with a shrug as she chewed, making a noise of enjoyment and giving a small nod to Akihime.
“I think I’ve seen food similar to this at that American themed restaurant..” Yukimura mused before taking a sip of coffee.
 
“Well I give it a pass.” Amaya said, looking to Akihime. “Maybe you could show me how to make it sometime?” She asked.
 
“You think so?” Amaya asked, biting into the toast.
Yukimura dug into his food as well, looking rather content with the situation.
 
She smiled softly and nodded again, "I like it, though..." She replied. Sasuke sipped his coffee quietly as they spoke, enjoying how domestic the whole scene was. Like things were normal again.
 
Amaya nodded in agreement. “Still tastes good.” She said through a mouth full of food, covering her mouth with her hand.
 
It was nice, peaceful even. Sasuke could probably get used to this.
There was a firm and sudden knock on the door, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Akihime froze before reaching for Yukimura.
"Stay put. I'll see who it is." Sasuke said and stood, leaving the kitchen quietly.
 
Yukimura set his cup down as quietly as he could, standing and moving to the entrance of the kitchen, preparing for the worst.
Amaya scowled at the interruption, watching Sasuke from her spot at the table.
 
It was quiet for what felt like ages before footsteps were heard.
"You two are oddly hard to find~" Masamune teased as he sauntered into the room. Akihime didn't look any less relieved that it was him.
 
Amaya looked apprehensive, and Yukimura unsure, shoulders relaxing a bit. “That’s on purpose.” He said with a mild shrug.
 
"Of that, I have no doubt." He said, glancing around, "bit of a shit hole, if you ask me.."
"We weren't planning on it..." Akihime said. Masamune's flicked to her with a hint of contempt before he smiled, making his way toward her.
 
Yukimura looked anxious when Masamune started toward Akihime, feeling the tension in the air. “What did you come here about? Surely it isn’t breakfast.”
Amaya sat ready beside Akihime, holding onto her fork still, even if it would do little against Masamune.
 
He knew this was coming eventually. “What job did you want me to do?” He asked. “This could’ve been dealt with over the phone.” Amaya muttered.
 
"I like to be in person when I order my dogs around." Masamune said, glancing at Amaya, "In fact, actually, you're coming with."
"She wasn't part of the deal." Sasuke hissed. Masamune turned on him next.
"Ah, but leverage is so nice when it's readily available."
 
“I didn’t realize I became your dog.” Amaya said, scowling at Masamune.
“Whatever it is you want Amaya doing, I’ll do it instead.” Yukimura objected.
 
"You can run around in a skirt working the bar at my estate?" Masamune asked, eyebrow raised, before looking to Akihime, "You put him in a skirt?"
"N-No!" She panicked, face flushed.
 
Yukimura’s face got red at the idea, clearing his throat to keep his composure.
“You want me to run your bar?” Amaya asked. “You don’t even know if I can make drinks or not.”
 
Amaya glanced around the room, knowing she probably didn’t have much of a choice. “Yeah, I can read.” She said flatly, setting her fork down. “Fine, as long as all I’m doing is working at the bar.”
“Amaya, you don’t have to, this isn’t your debt.” Yukimura tried to argue with her.
“There’s no point in separating the groups debt, and you’re partly in debt because of me anyway.”
 
It was like he had been slapped across the face, looking to the floor and clenching his teeth.
“What do you intend for Akihime?” Amaya asked pointedly, standing from her spot.
 
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