"Yuki, let me in! Please!"

The knocking on the door persisted.

"No way! Get lost, you idiot! I hate you!" Such harsh words were spat at the knocker from the nine-year-old's mouth. When the words escaped her lips, the rasps immediately stopped. A muffled sniffle was heard, followed by hurried footsteps and wailing.

I felt bad for the kid, disregarding the fact that he had apparently started this. Yuki had a bit of a temper, enough that it could have been competition for Rin's. Maybe.

The disgruntled little girl punched a nearby wall, only to feel (surprise, surprise) the agony take its toll on her little fist. The tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain only seemed to fuel her rage, as she began to kick the random items scattered on the floor. At first, I let her (primarily because her kicks seemed quite painful, but also to let the girl blow off some steam)- until I saw my laptop, dangerously close to her advancing feet. While jumping into Yukizilla's destructive little scene to snatch my baby away from the jaws of cruelty, I received a blow to the head in the process.

Okay, that was the last straw.

With my head throbbing painfully, I slowly got to my feet, laptop in hand, towering over the child menacingly.

"...Yuki, what the hell is your problem?"

Her large brown looked up at me, filled with fear."U-uh...I-I'm s-s-so-sor-"

"DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE!" I yelled, cutting her off.

I could see tears in her eyes, threatening to spill, but I couldn't suppress my anger now.

"Do even KNOW how much this thing costed, how long I had to save up for it?" I shook my computer "Had I let you continue, you would have trampled all over it! You can't even control yourself, you little spoiled brat!"

The tears overflowed and she wiped her eyes with her arm.

"KIYOOOOO!" She wailed, running out of the room.

Shit.