Detention on a Saturday

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The Red Ronin lied on her stomach as she hung half of her body from the bed. She was exhausted due to her continuous attending of school through the whole week. However, academics did not stop her from doing her obligation as a gang leader. Even without her sword, Ronin can still put on a fight that made her members admire her even more.

"Ronin-san, it's time for breakfast. Remember you promised Tamotsu-san that you'll help out in his shop today?" Kohaku entered Ronin's dominion without even knocking or asking permission which she got used to by now. Though there are times he'd walk in with her changing that would always give him a bruise or a bump at the face.

Shina buried her face on her pillow as a loud groan escaped her throat, with her whining like a child. "Damn Tamotsu. Can't he manage on his own?" she complained, tumbled in her cradle getting comfortable in her soft sheets. "Rather, didn't Raiden go there?"

"Raiden-san was ordered by Gina-san to go to the market to shop" answered the young boy who was cleaning up the girl's chamber by stacking her dirty clothes in the laundry basket and her school stuff orderly placing it on her desk. "C'mon Ronin-san. We have so much work to do this weekend"

Dammit. And I promised I'd visit mom's grave. Shina's creased her eyebrows and got out of bed. "Tch. Tell him I can't come, I have plans for today" she commanded her follower and head towards the bathroom to take a shower.

In the meantime, Kohaku draw up her attire for the day and readied the food she was going to eat for breakfast at the table. As the Ronin was done showering, she exited the bathroom and saw what Kohaku has prepared for her to wear. She was mortified after seeing her clothing and went downstairs-only wearing a towel around her body-to confront why Kohaku would choose such a thing.

"Kohaku! Why would choose a damn skirt for me to dress in?!" hollered Shina out of exasperation. She marched her way to grab Kohaku on his collar, ignoring the fact that only a towel covered her skin. It was obvious that Kohaku was unstable in talking to her, as showed by the blush covering his cheeks and the way he stuttered when his leader rebuked him.

"Ro-Ronin-san! So-Sorry but...!"

"But what?!"

Shina glared at the poor boy before hearing a dog whistle coming from someone who just entered. She glanced over the door where Raiden leaned on the frame while smirking widely. "Yo, boss. Don't you think you should cover up that body of yours before we proceed in discussing something?" he snickered, throwing a jacket at Shina for her to cover her frame.

The Ronin caught up the clothing that was thrown to her only to throw it back. "No thanks" slowly, she unwrapped the towel while the panicking Kohaku covered his eyes to avoid malice that Shina was actually stripping in front of him. "I'm good" throwing the towel on her shoulder, Raiden snorted seeing her wear girl boxers and a bandage swathed her chest.

"You really don't like panties, do you?" the skinny man sighed, entering the kitchen and got himself a bottle of bear early in the morning.

"Scratch that, I hate them" Shina corrected drying her hair with the towel.

"Ronin-san please tell me what I heard is right" Kohaku still shielded his eyes from looking at the swordswoman.

"Kohaku relax. I'm not that of an undignified woman" Shina rolled her eyes in a gall manner that Kohaku thought she was annoyed with him again. He muttered an apology before disappearing outside to check on the fish he was grilling for breakfast while Raiden sat on the stool counter.

"Either way, you should really cover up some skin, boss" Raiden advised glancing out the window and stared at the fence. "We don't want those injured adding any further, now won't we?" Shina frowned at the hint on Raiden's voice that jogs a memory in her mind. Turning around, the Ronin went back upstairs quietly with Raiden's eyes set on her back that was covered with a large burn mark.

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