Kiku, who heard someone say "Kiki" and another person say "Tannie," kicked the door down. It fell on someone's head, probably Freelance's. He muttered something, pulled the door off his head, and walked outside.



Kiku was dressed in black, very black black. In her left hand she held a sword. In her right hand she held some sort of staff.



"shut up about yoga in here," she snorted. "why, let's practice our swordfighting, yah?"



"Call me Tannie, call me Kiki, and I'll call you something you'll REALLY LIKE," went on Kiku. She twirled the sword and shot a fierce glance at some of the gurls in their leotards. "Duel, anyone?"



No one replied. "I got hurt the last time. But. I still live on. If people call me Kiki, or Tannie, or anything besides Kiku, I will die. It's called a curse."