"I don't wanna!!" Tea splashed all over the paper walls, leaving a wide splattered mark on the pristine screens as the cup hit the wooden floor with a crack. Brilliant green and golden brown shards flew in every direction.

Ginrei frowned. "Do you have any idea how much that Ohi-Yaki piece is worth?"

"I don't care, it was ugly and I don't want that bitter tea," Byakuya pouted.

"That was the lives of five hundred people for a year," his grandfather said sadly.

Byakuya blushed bright red, but he growled, "Then why did you let me use it?"

"Because the heir to Kuchiki should be worth much more."