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Karin paced the kitchen, glaring out the window at the failing light of the afternoon-- her brother had been doing his very best to avoid her, and she wasn't going to stand for it much longer. If she had to, she'd cut class and track him down at his school. As it was, she was missing soccer practice in order to try and track him down. If he was being held up by some Shinigami business, Karin decided she'd kick a soccer ball at his head.