"Hold on a second, Tatsu-chan!" I, Hiyama Kazuki, could not believe my ears. My dear friend, Oga Tatsumi, was describing himself as kind. Which is the polar opposite of his actual personality.
"Yeah, Kazuki-chan is absolutely right-Ugh!" I shut him up by jabbing his face with my elbow.
"Shut up, Baka-yuki." I snickered at my pathetic "friend". Turning back to Oga, I put my hands on my hips. "Why would anyone who's mind isn't completely broken call you honorable or kind or any of that shit? For peet's sake, your a goddamn delinquent! Besides, why the hell should I believe any of the bullshit that's coming from your mouth?"
Yeah, I met Oga when we happened to get into a fight at the park when we were babies, and ever since then, we were best friends, and teamed up for fights. So, I am essentially the only one who is talks to/about Oga like that and not have my head buried in the wall.
"Just shut up and listen!" I sighed in defeat, and, sitting back down, began to tune out everything that was said.
"I won't believe you without proof-" Furuichi started to say.
"Oh, all you need is proof? Well, I have the baby right here." Oga opened the door to Furuichi's room, revealing a small baby with seafoam-green hair.
"YOU BROUGHT A BABY INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE?"
"I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP!" I shrieked at my victim(who happened to be Furuichi) as I caught him in a headlock, making him struggle and flail around.
"Dabuh!" Looking up, I saw the baby with a happy look on his face and clapping his hands as I strangled the silver-haired 1st year. I grinned evily.
"So you like this, eh?" Tightening my grip, I started laughing like a demon while Furuichi's face started turning purplish, his failed attempts at escaping get more frantic. "How do you like this?" The baby laughed even more, then suddenly clung to me.
"Oh, apparently the kid likes you." Oga was watching in mild interest. "Be careful, or he'll get attached to you."
"As if the young Master would get attached to filthy gutter-trash like you two." I twitched, pissed off at whoever had just called me trash. Turning, I was surprised by the fact that the speaker was female. With a gothic lolita style.
"Oh yeah, bitch? Wanna go?" I glared at the blonde, surveying her body. My eyebrow twitched when I saw her chest. Apparently Furuichi saw her body, and was practically drooling.
"Baka-yuki!" I slammed his face down into the floor.
Furuichi's head whipped up. "I can't help wanting to see a nice female body, since my closest female friend has no chest-" I punched him in the face. The baby started laughing again, and I grinned at the small toddler stuck to my shoulder. Which earned me a major deathglare from the strange woman, who I promptly returned with a cruel smile.
"Die, gutter trash."