Title: Psychotic Musings
Summary: No doubt exists that all women are crazy. It's just a question of degree.
Pairing: None really. Very slight mention of RenkotsuTsubaki.
Note: Oscar Wilde inspires me so much. Oh how I love him. This is a random thing written at 3 in the morning. I hope you find it as amusing as I do.
Since before he could remember, Jakotsu had always been the kind of person that just didn't get along with woman. It wasn't that he hated them (well, most of them), it was just that, well... they were all crazy. All of them.
"Hey Jakotsu, your hair is so pretty! Let me play with it!" Yura had a hair fetish, loved to stalk Jakotsu and his older brother, and was just all around psycho.
"Jakotsu, you ass, scoot over and stop hitting on my boyfriend!" Bigmouthed, vulgar, and rude, Kagura wasn't psycho like Yura, but still, she was crazy.
"No, I'm not dating your brother. We just fuck sometimes." His brother's girlfriend... oh, he could have a field day with that particular woman. Tsubaki was a total nympho, couldn't admit that maybe she liked Renkotsu just a little, and was overly vain, along with many other things.
"Jakotsu, I hardly think it's proper for you two to be doing that in public." She seemed normal, kind, and polite, but Kikyou could be extremely creepy when she wanted to be. In Jakotsu's mind, being creepy equaled being psycho. Well, that and she told him off for being too forward. Hmph.
Thinking back on all the woman he had ever known, Jakotsu didn't think he knew a sane one among them.
A high-pitched giggle interrupted his thoughts. Turning around, Jakotsu suddenly remembered how his whole train of thought had began.
Running like mad from the psycho woman with the comb, Jakotsu's opinion of woman remained the same as always. They were all completely off their rockers.