A Dash of Chili Powder

76

Kazuki smiled, not allowing himself to appear as though he was upset and decided that he was going to tear off the already loose bandages. Wrapping his fingers around the clean-cut edges, he slowly and gently tugged them off, a slight huff escaping when the white material tugged on a scab closer to his temple. Maybe these two cloaked freaks just wanted to see the wound on his face - get some sick pleasure out of it.

In removing the bandages, he revealed a bloodshot eye and a scrape-like injury over the entirety of his eye and temple (just imagine Zuko from Avatar, only with a scab instead of a burn mark). Dark red rimmed the edges of the scab itself and his eye was clouded brown, even with the bloodshot-ness.

And just as he expected, one of the cloaked men shifted ever so slightly.

A disgusted look threatened to crawl across his face.

Rukia wasn't paying attention, having been talking to Scythe about getting her cousin and his friend together. "Even so, Scythe-san, we should at least try. Oh! Let's do it at the festival!" She didn't even notice Kazuki's face.

She didn't want to. He knew she didn't want to. He knew that she knew and saw the scrap of metal. He knew she did. But she didn't show any sign of it. She was afraid to look, he knew. He knew it. 

He sighed inwardly and leaned his chin in his hand, looking off into nothing. Blind.

Gracie

[D: ...I'mma beat Sasori and Deidara up. >C Kazu-kuuuun!]

"If Amaya-san's better by then, sure! That'd be a great idea," Scythe replied with a grin. "I was planning on going, anyway - my other friend has a birthday the day of the festival. He hates his birthday. Awaji-kun and I make a point of throwing it in his face every year. It's fantastic," he chuckled mischievously.

Scythe had seen the rotted wound on Kazuki's face while he was talking to Rukia. He glanced, as if making a natural look towards the blind boy - looked right at the scab and ruined eye - and looked back to Rukia without batting an eyelash.

Being an assassin, Scythe had seen far worse things in the field. There were thousands of poisons that did ten times worse than that, and the brown haired man had seen them all. Scythe felt empathy, not pity. Scars were the most unsightly things. This was why Scythe never went outside of his room or the bathroom without covering himself from the neck down, even his hands. He wore gloves, right now. If he took them off...well, he wouldn't, so no use in worrying about it.

Scythe smiled at Rukia excitedly. "So we'll get them together at the festival. I can hardly wait!"