"Prick."

"…"

"Bastard."

"…"

"Cunt licking fucktard."

"…"

"Goddamn son of a bitch!" Ken was beside himself with rage. Every insult he could come up with was met with silence. Aya wasn't even looking at him. Youji was rolling on the floor laughing and even Omi was smiling. Ken had been screaming insults at his roommate for the past half hour and the man had hardly blinked. "What the hell does it take?" The redhead finally looked up from his book and fixed him with a cold, hard stare. The amethyst orbs held no emotion at all and it infuriated Ken to no end.

"Are you done?" He asked calmly. Ken pulled at his hair screaming in frustration. One crimson eyebrow arched elegantly and the eyes returned to the book. The brunette was at the point where he normally started throwing things. He grabbed a stapler from the computer desk and chucked it as hard as he could at the smug bastard's head. Aya caught it deftly in one pale, slender hand without looking up and set it on the coffee table in front of him. Youji howled pounding the floor. Omi snorted hiding his face in his textbook. Ken began grabbing other things from the desk, but not one of them hit his mark then suddenly Aya was in front of him holding his wrist as he got ready to throw a glass paperweight that had a rose in it. "Calm down." He took the glass orb with his other hand then pulled Ken to the couch and made him sit. He took a seat as well and picked up his book. Ken growled and started to rise but Aya gripped his arm and forced him back down. "Don't get up until you've calmed down." Youji was now laughing so hard he couldn't breathe and Omi started to giggle. The brunette launched to his feet.

"What am I in, time out!" He screamed. "How old do you think I am, five?" Aya looked up at him over the top of his book.

"Sit." He commanded narrowing his eyes.

"Fuck you!" Aya sighed.

"Alright Ken, how old are you?"

"23."

"Then stop throwing a tantrum and act like it."

"You son of a-" Ken cut himself of with a hiss staring into those infuriatingly calm violet eyes. "You're a bastard, you know that."

"So you've told me." Aya sighed closing his book and standing. Ken watched him leave the room, grinding his teeth to keep from going at him again.

"What are you so mad about anyway Ken-kun?" Omi asked. The brunette's brow furrowed as he tried to remember. He flopped on the couch Aya had vacated with a loud sigh.

"I don't know." Youji snorted. "I got so pissed off 'cause he was mister calm that I forgot."

"Why didn't you just tell him why you were mad in the beginning?"

"I don't know."

"He likes trying to get a reaction from him." Youji grinned. "I do to, but in a totally different way."

"Pervert." Omi wrinkled his nose.

"Hey, he's over 18." Omi threw the textbook down suddenly.

"I just don't get this stuff, and you're a sick man Youji Kudou."

"Just wait until you're 18." The tall blonde waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the teen. Omi cringed.

"What are you studying?" Ken asked ignoring Youji.

"Trigonometry."

"Whosey whatsit?" Youji grabbed the book then set it back down clutching at his head. "It hurts my brain." Omi giggled. Ken got up to look at it then shook his head.

"I'm no good at math, ask Aya."

"Will you do it?" Omi shifted nervously. "He's kind of scary." Youji and Ken both laughed. "Please?" He gave them his best smile but they shook their heads. The teen sighed getting up and trudging to the stairs. "You guys suck."

"Not normally." Youji smirked and ducked the punch Ken aimed at him, the brunette's face was beet red. Omi shuddered heading up the stairs. He was not going to think about what that comment might mean.

Aya set his book on the night stand after marking his place and pulled off his shirt, the long-sleeved orange turtle neck was just too hot for this time of year. As he searched his drawer for a better one there was a knock at his door. He sighed walking to it. Omi gaped up at him as it swung open. His eyes were fixed on the swordsman's chest and his face was quickly coloring. "I- uh-" Aya turned back into his room and grabbed a black sleeveless shirt from his drawer, it wasn't much better seeing as how it was skin-tight and made Omi stare even more, but it would have to do. Finally he shook his head. "Can you help me with my math?" He asked in a rush. Aya was about to say no and ask one of the other men living in the house, but realized that they were morons, so he just nodded and followed the kid downstairs. Ken was sprawled on the couch laughing about something with Youji. They both shut up in surprise as he knelt next to Omi at the coffee table where the teen had been doing his homework. It was soon apparent to him after he walked Omi through the first few problems that the blonde wasn't even paying attention to the paper Aya was writing on. "Omi?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not going to do this for you." Omi blushed picking up his pencil and looking down at the paper. His eyes widened in surprise.

"How'd you do that?" Aya put a hand over his eyes as Youji started laughing.

"Let's go over it again." He sighed. "Pay attention this time." Omi blushed harder ducking his head. As he talked Omi through it he felt eyes on him and glanced up. Both Ken and Youji were watching him with identical looks of shock on their faces. He rolled his eyes inwardly. All three of his roommates had some kind of weird fascination with him, and it was starting to get annoying. They finished the homework quickly since Omi was good at picking things up. He set down the pencil he'd been using and stood.

"Thanks Aya." Omi grinned up at him. Aya nodded ruffling the teen's blonde hair absently as he passed on his way back up to his room. He heard them all gather and start whispering as soon as they thought he was out of ear shot and thought about sticking around to listen, but decided against it. He didn't know what those three were up to and had no desire to be apart of it, but he had the feeling that he wasn't going to have a choice.

"That was oddly sexy." Youji said after Aya had left.

"You didn't even get to see him with his shirt off." Omi sighed looking after the redhead. Ken and Youji looked at him in shock.

"When did you?" Youji gasped.

"When I went up to get his help. He came to the door with no shirt on." He grinned impishly. "Just think Youji, that could have been you if you'd gone up to ask instead of making me do it myself." The older man groaned slamming his head into the wooden table they were all sitting around. Omi laughed patting his back.

"Was it beautiful?"

"Beyond belief." Omi replied seriously. Youji whimpered.

"God dammit."

"Smooth, pale, toned; I think he works out or something."

"I hate you." Youji glared up at him miserably. The other two laughed. Ken sat back against the couch.

"You know, I never knew he was that smart." He gestured at the textbooks covering the coffee table. "I mean I know he's intelligent and everything, but it makes me wonder what else he knows."

"He has a katana in his room." Omi stroked his chin. "Its on a stand on his dresser."

"Maybe he does Kendo." Ken shrugged. He got the mental image of Aya wielding a sword, shirtless, and was instantly hard. He shifted uncomfortably shaking the image from his mind. He was getting as bad as Youji. Suddenly said blonde stood.

'I've got it." He cried. "I'm going to go up there and demand he remove that shirt!" Ken and Omi looked at each other then tackled his legs as he started for the stairs. They were still tussling five minutes later when they suddenly looked up to see Aya standing there watching them quietly. Youji opened his mouth and started to speak but Ken covered it quickly.

"Do you want to die?" He hissed in the blonde's ear. Youji shook his head slowly. "It'll be a slow, and I'm sure a very painful, death if you ask him." Aya's brow raised slightly. Youji pulled Ken's hand away.

"But I want to see." He whined.

"I'm sure you want to live to enjoy it right?"

"You have a point."

"I don't want to know." Aya shook his head walking into the kitchen. Youji broke free of his captors and ran after him. Omi grabbed Ken's arm and they scrambled after the blonde to find him on his knees in front of Aya his arms wrapped around the younger man's thin waist.

"Just a peek Aya-kun!" He was pleading. The redhead just stared down at him with the most placid look on his face, which gave Ken pause. Aya looked like he didn't mind Youji hanging on him at all. He held a glass of ice water in one hand. "Please, Aya, I'll-" He cut off as Aya set the glass carefully on the counter and folded his arms.

"Youji." He said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Get off."

"But I-"

"Now." Youji shook his head emphatically.

"I just want a peek, Aya." He whined. The redhead sighed deeply uncrossing his arms and for a moment Ken really thought he was going to take off his shirt, then the contents of his glass were being poured over Youji's head. The pieces of ice bounced off and clinked to the floor, then he detached the stunned blonde's arms from his waist and stepped out of his reach. Omi and Ken burst out laughing. Ice chips clattered to the floor as Youji shook the water from his blonde curls and got to his feet. He was grinning from ear to ear. "So you do have some fight in you, huh? I bet that comes in handy for-"

"Don't make me hurt you Kudou." Aya cut him off, his eyes sparking dangerously. Youji's grin widened.

"Oh, but Aya, that's what I want." The redhead's eyes narrowed slightly as Youji sprang towards him. He caught the blonde by the wrist and twisted it up behind him then slammed the older man's face into the table.

"Touch me again and you won't like the consequences." He hissed close to Youji's ear. The blonde froze. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly." Youji's voice was barely above a whisper. Aya let him go then handed him towel, got a new glass of water and left the kitchen. Youji sank into a chair staring ahead of him in shock. Ken and Omi walked around in front of him slowly. This was new.

"You ok?" Ken asked waving a hand in front of his eyes. Youji looked up at them.

"I highly suggest not trying to piss him off anymore Ken-kun." His face was pale and his hand shook slightly as he wiped at his face with the towel.

"I think I can handle getting knocked around by a twig like him." Ken laughed.

"How about a knife to your-" He coughed looking down. Ken thought about it for a moment then burst out laughing. "It's not funny Ken!" Youji glared up at him. "They're very special to me." Omi started to giggle hysterically.

"You were asking for it." He chortled patting the older man on the shoulder.

Aya set his glass down on his dresser and walked to the window flinging it open. He breathed in the fresh air trying to calm down. If he wasn't in complete control of his actions as he was on a daily basis he might have seriously hurt Youji. Hopefully the blonde got the hint. If not, well, he'd have to remind him. Aya Fujimiya was not someone a person messed with lightly, and Youji was pushing all the wrong buttons, but he'd learn; they all would.