Ki...a good friend

...Kitsuke is seen walking in the hidden sand on her shoulder a guy..."Well this is it...I know you like to be cook..."

a gangly goth guy was seen behind the girl holding the other half of the guy. for some reason he had a large bag of something.

..."Hey...Kamo...what your doing here attending the funeral?..." Kitsuke gently place Kis body on the sand..."If you were Ki...and you wanted to be cremated....what would you like ...steamed cooked...overcooked...half cooked or...rare cooked...?"

" i like burned myself. i wouldnt want anybody taking up any of my bodyparts while im taking a few Z's" kamokus chains where loud and clear due to the slight winds helping him.

..."Ahmmm...ok.." ...Kitsuke started bring out woods..."I would do this the hard way....the older version of making fire..." Kitsuke clinched 2 piece of wood and started making fire...

kamoku shrugged. he blocked the wind and idly helped the fire along.

In a matter of moment a fire sprouted...Kitsuke place it in a pile of wood...and make a even bigger fire..."Lets put him now..." Kitsuke was reffering to Ki's body

kamoku nodded, he put the lower half in and watched for a second. then rummaged in his napsack.

..Kitsuke got the upper part of threw it...on the bonfire...

kamoku pulled out a few poking sticks and was trying to find something else.

..."I'll miss you ...I'll be waiting for your next reincarnation and our third meeting buddy..."....Tears were dropping from Kitsuke's cheeks that were influenced by her female personality...

kamoku pulled out beef hotdogs and marshmellos. he put them on the end of one of the sticks and started cooking them over the creamation proccess.

,...."Playing?"..."Would you pay some respect?"

kamoku moved the marshmellos away from the body so the gooey stuff would stain the burnt body.

..."Much better...''

when the food was done he took out some fixings and offerd some to kitsuke.

...."Do you think I would eat something cooked on the remains of my friend??"

kamoku paused for a second, thinking about that. he took out some ketchup and put it on the hotdog and gave it to kitsuke. " dont they do that in your family?" he took out some chocolate and melted it over the fire. after he took it off the fire he poured it in a cup and dipped breadsticks into it, making homemade pocky.

..."Ofcourse they do not....that is disrespectful..your making the dead a cooking material....though...huh...!"

after the pockyu cooled he pushed the tiny stick through the buckles of his mask and started to munch on it. " well, its very conveniant...it would be amusing if you just sat there and cried, it would be disrespectful to get the body wet."

..."Well I sometimes...cry but not everytime....only for special people....."...A mysteriousness was in the voice of Kitsuke...

" well, if i die in your lifetime, i hope im not one of the 'special people' or my creamation would never get done properly....." he idly munched on the pocky.

...."What do you mean?!!!!!!!!..." Kitsuke clunched her fist....readying it for a punch to the face of Kamoku....

" its fine, i just thought that it would be amusing if you ever cried over my body. on second though, are you even capeable of-" kamuko was interupted by kitsuke.

..."What do you mean???! I am asking you!, and how would it be amusing if I cried over your dead body!?"