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“Fighting and getting pounded does make one hungry.” He mumbled hardly glancing from the floor in a sort of pouting fashion, course he was hungry who wouldn’t be. He had finally gotten the towel but he really didn’t want to have anything pink on him, it would look horrid on him and he knew it. “I won’t be getting any blood on my clothes thank you, maybe some bruises but I doubt you will do anything damaging to me.” He gave a lazy smile but it was cut off when he had gone to see what that piece of paper was and in his haste forgetting all about his state of clothing or lack of. He had heard that name somewhere but where, it was short for something he was sure but he was to beaten to think of anything rationally.

“You are sixteen and you don’t know?” He growled again and put a little more pressure on Ciri but blinked when his arm brushed against Ciri’s chest and he really didn’t feel anything. He was about to comment on the fact when he heard a very angry voice, and one he knew. Not really moving he looked up from what he was doing to see the person he wanted to see in the least. “Why on earth is the cat here?” His eyes narrowed and he stood up straighter glaring at the girl as he quickly weighed hi options finding he had very little of them and the worst part was he had no clothes or towel on he realized, and he was injured to where he could hardly even move.

“Your friends with the cat!” He looked at Ciri his trust feeling as if it were about to shatter into pieces, that could explain why the girl was not afraid of wondering into strange and dangerous places.

Kasnes returned her glare full force feeling every muscle in his body tighten as he came down to the conclusion it was fight, but that didn’t mean it hurt him any less as it moved his back and ribs. Looking at her he wondered just what she was playing at, she looked as if she were going on a play date wearing those kinds of clothes, must have been hard to fight in and what was with the flowers! God what were the pother gang bosses like out of the ring, he wore suits and dress clothes but this was like seeing a full black or full white panda walking about. “Stupid cats, snakes are reptiles not lizards.” He wasn’t at all happy about this, seems he had just walked into a tigers den so to speak; well he was in a lot of trouble with this one.

He broke eye contact with Misa as Ciri took his hands from his and wrapped his arms around him hugging him. Looking down a bit he sighed and let himself relax despite wanting to throw the girl away from him for being a cat she did after all save him. Carefully he patted the blond hair before recalling the real threat and looking toward the other girl giving her a small glare; of course he looked like a right mess standing naked and almost completely wrapped in bandages. He looked back down to Ciri when he said he was her friend, which was bit strange since it was the first for him to hear that. “Because she is in the tiger gang, a flea bitten cat that will quickly become extinct as the real animal does.” He glared at the girl again hatefully not knowing what he was going to do.

What was he going to do, no way was he going to leave Ciri here and one of the main people he didn’t want to let know he was injured was right here, more over he didn’t want anyone to know he was Fangs gang leader, it would restrict his movements to much for his liking. He did not say Misa was the gang leader to Ciri, he would not put her in a tight spot, yet; if she proved to try and put him in one then he would return the feeling even if it meant holding his revenge for a later date. He was relaxed while Ciri hugged him but that didn’t mean he was ready to fall for the polite act as Misa said she had the pants. “He, some random dogs tried to take the gang territory and cheated with lead pipes so I messed up my pants and shirt.” The shirt he could go without since he wanted his back to be free in case it started bleeding and he already knew his bandages would needed changing in a few hours.

“I thank you for bringing them; food should be here soon as well. Fatty tuna and other things that might interest you, also lots of other things my cook may seem fit to bring when she gets down here.”

“If I am a lizard then I must have good teeth enough to sink them into you before.” He grinned again just like before the smile was scary but he returned Ciri’s hug gently as if he might break him. Why was she here, why did it have to be the tigers why not some nameless gang he could get even his cook to scare away? He looked back to Ciri hating the word tiger coming from her as if it were a worse poison then anything he ever made. “No, let’s just say the gang heads don’t like each other and it passed down to the fur and scales of the groups.” He didn’t know what the tigers called their grunts but the fangs they were the scales so many of them that they made the body of the snake. Without them the snake could not move so the fangs could not strike the pray simple.

He was not interested in getting along with the cat at all, but this was Ciri’s house and she had patched him up without really asking any questions to him. “Fine, but keep her away from me please.” He returned the tighter hug the best he could, his back and ribs were hurting and he felt very tired all of a sudden. “Make sure she doesn’t get near anything of my food or drink, and when I sleep.” He gave Misa another glare and for good measures he flicked her off behind Ciri’s back not even caring if she saw it or not. He yawned then lifting one hand to cover his mouth and at the same time push his hair to the side and behind his ears so he could better see, he really wanted to see.

As the pants were pulled out he had a hard time not covering his eyes from just how pink they were, god they could blind someone! Ciri however seemed quite happy to see them which only lead Kasnes to frown even more, the girl already wore to much pink. The frill on the pants legs should have been against the law; really that was over doing it. That’s it, he would go around naked or ask to borrow Ciri’s cell and call the cook to bring some of his play clothes over along with the food and if they had left go back and get them. His mother wouldn’t miss his street clothes but if he took his suits she would notice right away. As he was thinking of what to do he noticed Misa put them back and pull out a few pairs of normal pants, thank the lords for small favors.

“Oh well if you did bring a bra I’m sure I could just help Ciri slip it on later.” He smiled then and leaned over to rest his chin on Ciri’s head pulling him just a bit closer. Oh how childish this was but if he couldn’t fight with his fists he would find another way to do it.

“Oh, didn’t you know?” He grinned and stuck out his tongue playfully much like a snake might. “Some snakes have venom that can take weeks for any effect to show, it just need the right temperature and it will suddenly bloom like a lovely flower in your blood stream.” She wanted to play cat and mouse he could do it, even if it meant playing dirty. He watched Misa carefully trying to judge just what she was thinking but looking into those eyes it was really like provoking the tiger, but even that big cat thinks twice when faced with a snake even after a snakes head was taken off it was said to still be able to bite.

“No see with gangs the toughest live and the weaker ones die off, sometimes though there are an even match and so the dance and jab each other until one finally falls from blood loss and gives.” Ditch himself, Haha that would be a very hard thing to do. “Snakes shed old skin and start new, but tigers don’t.” He glared at Misa and only glanced away to see where the bag landed, faster he got on pants the better he could move later on. He didn’t move when Misa went to hit him, all he did was tighten his hold on Ciri just a bit so he could move her behind him quickly but he sure got a surprise when a strange voice came from the girl.

Even he felt as if the air had gotten cold that it might be Ciri he should be watching out for however as soon as it came it passed and Ciri was looking at him smiling. “Hmm, I don’t know if I can see past those stripes.” He let go of Ciri and moved to the bag grabbing the black pants out and slipping just those on not bothering with underwear since he didn’t care enough to wear them and both girls had seen him anyhow. After he had buttoned and zipped he was very thankful to hear the knock and a French voice filter through calling his name lucky for him in French his last name changed so unless the cat spoke French he was safe. “That ladies would be our food.” His stomach growled at the mention of it but he wondered if it would be better to sleep first.

“Oh, well we will see won’t we maybe the snakes are just wrapped around your neck instead hmm?” He wasn’t happy that she implied he had not fought on the same level as her; it was fine though he would get her back for it and where it hurt the most. “Yea sure they do, they just die weeks later in huge pain from festering wounds.” He smiled winked before ignoring the cat, he would trust Ciri on this one only because the girl seemed to know what she was talking about for the most part well all but the fact she was nice if not a little rough.

“Yea and I saw a strange clear creature in a fish tank that eats brains.” As if the girl would ever be anything but a ragged street beaten cat with no breeding. He was a bit saddened when the hug was released but even if it wouldn’t bother Misa he would get more hugs later. The pants were nice but when he glanced to his side he shuddered at the horrible pink things that looked like they were puked out by some French puff. “I will buy you better pants in the future.” He wrinkled his nose but indeed up feeling bad for some reason so he tussled the blond hair smirking when he messed it up. “How about a little less pink and maybe some white or black?” It would look good, on her but all this pink was giving him a headache.

The knock on the door came and Ciri asked if he should answer it but before he could answer Ciri left making him role his eyes and quickly finish with his pants and walk forward waving the man off as he started stuttering about the bandages and his clothing choice. ~”Oh be quite my head already hurts, just bring I the food and may I remind you it is me not my mother or father who pays you.”~ The man quickly nodded giving a small bow to Ciri, and motioning people behind him who all came forward with trays and things full of food. “Ignore him Ciri, he only speaks French and he doesn’t talk to girl because he is insane He thinks they are all aliens, the whole blood thing and all.” A short woman walk forward as well with a bag she handed to Ciri.

“Ah that would be a new shirt but it is not anything like your other one as I could not give any real description of yours.” He pulled the shirt from the bag and frowned as it turned out to be a dress; it was a much lighter pink with white iris flowers twisting around the bottom right corner. It was silk and chine’s designed. “My mother thinks I like girls who wear these sort of thing, if you don’t like it sell it or whatever.” His mother was concerned that he did not date or want to merry yet.

Hmm, stupid cat she just wouldn’t shut up; he really wanted to hurt her but when he heard that cats don’t use others friends he smiled again as coldly as he could. “Now I know that isn’t true at all.” His one true friend betrayed him long ago, he had been a part of Fangs and no one was to ever touch him Kasnes would have given his life for the kid, instead he sold him out to some tiger lower dog. Misa might not know she held one of his snakes already, but to him the fellow was dead having grown strips he was nothing but a scaly tiger instead of one with fur; even if she didn’t know he would not forgive the tigers.

He looked at Ciri with some measure of distress, it was meant to be sarcasm though true enough but for the brain part they just ate life or something he wasn’t too sure he didn’t stick around to find out. “I will do no such thing.” He gave a light glare then, not willing to give any more on the subject at all. He felt like a tuna in a tank full of sharks. “You wear to much pink; you could make even a blind man see that color.” He sighed knowing it would be useless to try and get her away from the color but really why not wear back or even browns? “Yes go take them; I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing those.” Why did girls care about fashion so much, it was stupid. “Sure, I am going to get tired of red soon as well since it is just a darker version of pink.” One of his favorite colors down the drain.

He watched as his kitchen staff walked in with way to much food, well they could always save the leftovers or something; or the cat could take it to her den and feed the rest of the beats she calls her gang member; then he would be tempted to poison it though he did have a good number of poisons to pick from. “It won’t just be me that is eating it though, you and the cat will to.” He hated eating a lot; if you did you couldn’t react fast enough. “No I pay them and they live in the main building, that is pay enough and thanks.” He frowned at Ciri but it only grew worse as he listened to the French that spilled out of the girl’s mouth. Crap, he hoped she didn’t hear his last name. He watched the cook blush and bow a few times, frowning agitated at him.

Oh so she can forget about clothes after all? “Glad you like it, I wish she had made into another color an as promised no tag in that it is solely yours.” Why his mother made it pink he couldn’t guess, he liked dark colors and whites and silvers also gray was nice but pink was a mockery of those. “Just give the cook your shirt you want fixed up and she will make it again and a bit different likely a better material or something.” He would never like making clothes, he enjoyed metal and poisons, those were fun things to make and he was very good at it.

Kasnes Glared feeling his emotions threaten to go everywhere all at once, it hurt him more than any beating ever would; to recall his once friend. “I heard recently you have gotten yourself a handsome red haired tiger, tell me does he always seem to know just how to calm people down; and have a laugh that can make you want to laugh even though you feel like you can kill someone in the next second?” He frowned saddened about the whole thing, he had no will to glare at her this time he only stared at her feeling again the pain of when he left, he had never even been able to get revenge for himself he cared that much for his little fox.

“No pink is too bright; you wear that like a target saying shoot me.” He rolled his eyes as he was somehow pulled into the discussion of clothing, really how did this happen? “Red is a hue of pink or the other way around whatever you might want to cal it. I like earth tones not colors that make me stand out like a male peacock.” He didn’t care if a guy wore pink they had just better stay away from gangs because those showy colors should only be worn if you want enemies to find you or to shout out you aren’t scared and there you were. He was aware that his thinking now lay only in battle but that was him, after he relaxed he would think of other things as he always did.

“Well eat what you want from it, it should be good; anything you don’t you can just toss or something I guess.” He stopped one of the people carrying an open tray and happily grabbed a mango slice slipping it into his mouth and almost purring as the sweetness ran over his tongue. “That has to be my favorite fruit in the world.” The thank you thing made him shrug uncaringly; he thanked people who were not doing something he asked just because he paid them, that was it. “Don’t worry about it, they are just happy to get a large amount of money for doing this stuff.” They didn’t care for him any more than his father did and that was saying something.

He looked to Ciri and about lost it as he just watched her pull her shirt off but before he turned away he noticed something interesting in deed at her throat. “Ciri are you a girl or boy?” He took not of something that could be an Adam’s apple, and also the flat chest that seemed more like a boys then a girl even the waist was not as girls would have it.

“Yes well that’s what happens when you know someone for a very long time.” He knew Marik for so long that he could count how many times the boy had ever dated and had been dumped and left to cry, how he struggled against his father’s wishes to be himself and not a copy. That was why Kasnes let him take from him his virginity, he cared deeply for Marik and so when he asked Kasnes gave it to him but it turned out he had only been trying to get away from his father to a degree he tried to make himself into something he knew his father hated, gay. Kasnes wasn’t gay he wasn’t really anything he carried for the person not what they were.

“It’s a color, you add white to red you get pink simple as that.” He rolled his eyes at Ciri as he tried to prove more and more that pink was not a shade or red or the other way around, but Kasnes didn’t care he just didn’t like pink to many girls wore it and guys wore it trying to act tough it was just so stupid it made him angry.

As Ciri giggled he raised and eye brow but said nothing as it was he liked mango’s, course he did it was so sweet and you never had to add a single thing to it just eat it fresh and plain it was like the best desert in the world, peaches to were great. He grabbed another piece and happily ate that as well, his thoughts not really on anything at all at that second but the sweetness of the fruit.

“Well, sort of since if you were a girl I don’t want you anywhere in Fang territory and if you were I boy you would need to dress as one to go down there.” He wouldn’t mind showing the kitten where the snakes played so long as Ciri kept quiet about where it was and just how many of them there was. “Do you have male bits or girls?” That might have been a better way to word that question for this one, really how did this kid think, though at sixteen Ciri was as old as he was.

He glared at Misa when she took Ciri away to shower leaving him alone in the house as the cooks quickly took their leave having already made him a small plate and left the ‘girls’ to make their own how they saw fit. He took the plate and ate bits of it before the quiet got to him and he wondered into the living room where he sat down on the floor beside the couch and simply curled into a ball and fell asleep. His back toward the outside and his front protected by the couch; he didn’t dream of anything at all as normal he just slept silently and strangely heavy since he was injured.