A/N: Yes, it's short. And yes, it's late. But to be honest, I've had no time to update what so ever. My sister was christened last week and we were preparing all thursday night and cleaning up every day after Sunday.
So, yeah. I should be back on track next week. ^^
Even Mori, Honey, Breif, Matsuda, Light, Near, L, Panty and Stocking poked their heads out of where ever the hell they were hiding to stare at Kid's stricken face.
"Y-you're right... I'm asymmetrical garbage!" He sobbed, sinking to his knees with his head in his hands.
"Aw shit... Kid, I didn't mean it... you're perfection embodied..." Said Drew, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"Y'mean really mean it?" Kid asked, doing a very accurate impression of Spirit's sparkly eyes.
"Why would I lie, what would I gain?" She shook her head, grinning a little. Kid pondered this comment, stroking his pale chin.
"Valid point but, on the other hand, what do you have to lose?"
"A potential friend."
Kid smiled slightly at this "Alright, appolgy accepted."
"Phew, that's good to hear. As I always say, never get on the wrong side of a Shinigami" Drew said with a nod and a satisfied smirk. Kid grinned in a way anyone would swear was flirtatious.
"That's a very good way to live, Shingami can be... dangerous."
"I like danger..."
"And I like cake!" Honey shouted, raising a knife and fork triumphantly into the air, a huge smile spilting his adorable face, only to he shused by a stern look from Mori.
"Eat your ice cream Mitsukune..."
"Okay Takeshi!" And with that, Honey seemingly face planted into a bowl of Ben & Jerry's.
"Well then, we shall get along quite splendidly. As long as you remember to fold the end of the toilet paper into a triangle."
"Is that an invitation to come to your place?" Said Drew, a sly twinkle in her eyes.
"Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't. We'll just have to see, won't we?" Kid retorted, smiling a cheeky kind of smile, that plainly said that, yes, it was an invitation and for Drew to please take it.
"Another hint?"
"Quite possibly."
"Could you guys get on with it and fuck already?" Said Panty, filing her nails and looking bored.
"NO!" Kid and Drew yelled in unison, identical expressions of rage plastered acoss their faces.
"Fine. Geeze, it was only a fucking suggestion, no need to bite my head off." Panty muttered, glowerig at Matsuda as though it was all his fault when he glanced over.
"Please help me... " Crona whispered pitifully when Kid turned around. He was being pinned roughly to the ground by a very angry B, Iris tugging on his arm.
"Com'on B-kun, he didn't mean it. I realy wasn't expecting him to start liking it or kissing me. Anyways, it was only on my cheek..." She laughed nervously, still pulling at the cloth of B's shirt.
"No one, I repeat, NO ONE, kisses my Iris other than me, be it on the cheek or anywhere else. Got that Pinky?" B snarled, Crona shrinking back so his head was pressed hard against the floor. He gulped, nodding vigorously.
"Yes sir, absolutely!" He managed to squeak, between nods.
Suddenly, to the suprise of everyone, Crona arched his back convulsively, a small black chibi figure emerging from between his shoulder blades and pushing the pinkette a good couple inches from the ground.
"Man up and tell this guy who's boss girly boy! I'm not having anyone kocking you around, since I live in here too. You die, I die and all that."
"Oh god, not this thing again." B sighed, exasperated. Crona blushed, obviously embarassed of Ragnarok "Look, Crona, I can see you've got the message and I seriously cannot deal with that little fuck biscuit, so I'm gonna' let you back up now." With that, B got to his feet, even offering a hand to help Crona up, Iris looking very releaved indeed.
Crona graciously accepted the hand, a tentative smile crossing his face but soon turning into a grimace when Ragnarok began beating him with a pair of round white fists.
"What are you doing? Hit him! Use bloody needles! Do something!" The black chibi yelled, still hitting the pinkette.
"Ow! Quit it! Stop hitting me!
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If any of the party had cared to take a gander around the front of Matt's VW they would see Mello with his tounge shoved inside the Matt's mouth, how this came about after their bitter argument is a complete mystery to me, dear reader, but that is what was happening.
They do say 'make up sex' is the best kind of therapy.
Matt had, by now, gotten out of the drivers seat and was pressed against the door, the wing mirror, jammed uncomforatbly under his arm. Not that he cared.
He wouldn't have noticed if a giant white rabbit had dashed up and started bumming him vigorously on the floor. As long as Mello kept kissing him like that, nothing mattered.
Quite suddenly, Mello did a rather amazing thing with his hand (the one that was lingering around Matt's ass, naturally), causing the gamer to let out an impromtue squeal of extreme pleasure. What happened there after was of too adult a nature to dictate in the pages of this fan fiction, we wouldn't want to scar any of the young 'uns would we now?
A/N: Haha! No pornz for joo! xDD
R&R!
