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There's the black suited Kazuha again. Though it might be you hear here before you see her. Not that she's shouting this time. No, it's more the ragged breathing and the stumbling down the hall, mostly moving along with a hand against the wall. Sometimes gripping the light fixtures and turning to press her forehead against the wall and letting out a long, low keening sound, like a whine really. Her free arm is pressed against her stomach, looking almost in pain.

Though the most worrying fact is the large amount of blood on her face. Mostly it's on her face and slight smatterings on her neck and along the top of her shirt. It also seems her suit is oddly singed.

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He lets her pull away, the gears in his mind turning as he draws conclusions. He is no detective, but he isn't stupid, either.

"O-oi, there's a bathroom--" he reaches out to push open the nearest door, hoping it leads to a bathroom as he does so.

It's lucky that it is, because she's hurrying inside and all that food really will be going to waste.

OhgodohgodohgodIdidn'tpleasetellmeIdidn'tactually-ONE OF THEM WAS A KID.

He stays near the door frame again, flickers of concern breaking through his normally neutral demeanor as he watches her.

"Kazuha..."

She doesn't answer. Really can't, because she seems determined to completely empty her stomach. Even before all the food, it was THERE, it was inside her and she was digesting parts of SOMEONE ELSE and no, no, no, GET OUT NOW.

She doesn't pull away until she's only able to dry heave. Even if her throat burns and the tears are coming, she can't let herself think to much about it. Can't, can't, can't, Kaito is not the person she needs to turn to for something like this. Even if it's a different one....

"...we need ta go back to the kitchen. Need...need somethin' else after that."

Sometime during all of this he had moved from the door to crouch down next to her, one hand running soothingly across her back while the other kept her hair out of her face.

"Can you walk?" he asks once she speaks, because she sure did look sick and weak and pale after that.

Kazuha nods her head. "I can walk...was running in worse shape just an hour ago..." When she lightning'd herself to avoid getting eaten by the ground.

She pushes herself to her feet, even if she's shakey. "Just...need somethin'. Need somethin' before it comes back. Real, normal food."

"The kitchen restocks itself," he answers, helping her to her feet as he does so.

"... when I asked why, I meant... why does the smell of blood, of all things, make you hungry."

"Cooked meat does too," Kazuha said, already heading back to the kitchen, though she's trying not to lean on him too much. Somewhat successfully.

"Any food will do it. Food can't be put in front of me and not want ta eat it. Like a scavenger..." And there's a bitter laugh. "Hardly befitting a Queen when ya think about it..."

He lets her walk, so long as she is able. "Queen?"

"The source of the influence," Kazuha said, shaking her head. Just get to the kitchen. There will be food soon enough.

"Who is she?" Thank goodness the kitchen is just up ahead, and he moves aside to let her in first.

"Part of Sabra La Tau."

But that can wait. Until then, she's going to the fridge. Not quite as desperate this time, at least the poor door doesn't suffer any abuse, but she will be pretty much just eating right there without a care for what.

He nods as she heads towards the refrigerator again, holding back his questions for when she is finished.

It's less desperate this time, certainly more control. She might have even eaten less this time around, but it is rather hard to be sure. Still, when she finishes, she closes the fridge door and picks up the wrappings to throw them away.

"That should do it for now..."

"You've gotta be getting cold walking around like that." He pushes himself away from the door frame and jerks his head down the hallway. "C'mon."

"...a bit," Kazuha admitted sheepishly and moved to follow him.

Down the stairs they go, then, into the basements of the mansion.

"You gonna be okay?"

Kazuha nodded. "Yeah. Just...need a bit of time." And go cry in my room for hours, probably. But that can wait when people might not worry about it.

"... all right." He glances over the name plates of the dressing rooms as they pass the doors. "D'you know what yours is labeled as?"

"Teal," Kazuha said. "The nickname I had at first." Even if it was only for half a day and a few days before she was sure she could trust Heiji.

Aha, there it was. He stops in front of a door clearly labeled 'Teal,' jerking his thumb in that direction. "Then I believe we're here."

She nods and opens the door, looking inside.

That sure is a lot of black. "Yep, this is it," she said, walking inside. Literally every piece of clothing was black. And mostly all the same suit. The woes of having an assigned wardrobe.

There's also quite a number of...weapons. All in the blade range, though there's a few jo staffs. Though she pauses at a rack of little jewels. "Eh, is this...?"

... gosh, it sure is a lot of black, and for a moment, Kaito tenses. His own pursuers wore this much black, after all. But Kazuha was a friend (however rocky their friendship was at times), so he forces himself to relax.

"Is that... what?"

Unfortunately, Kazuha doesn't quite know about the whole black outfit thing with that doomy organizaiton thing. Really, she's only got bare bone facts.

Not that it mattered, she couldn't help her team colors. Maybe the silver lining will be a bit reassuring?

Kazuha looked over the jewels, picking them up to examine them. A few were even glowing, if dimly, and seem to be like the jewel in her bracer. "Looks like Judge favors," she finally said.

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