alguien22792: I'm glad Dino's reaction was how you imagined. I Like To Stalk You: I didn't want to make him evil like that. azel-chan: I'm so glad you liked how I did him! It was so hard~ F: Still can't believe I forgot about Hibird. fuwacchi: Lazy lazy lazy. 18PlusForMe: Holy freakin' crap. I made you like D18? L:

I don't own Kateikyoushi.

Chapter nine—Sweeteners

HPOV

"I don't want to talk," I hissed.

Even though I'd said that in such a hateful tone, he didn't seem the least bit affected by it. If anything, it made his smile broader on his face. I felt the urge to punch him but decided to save that for a later time. I still had my tonfas in my hands at that moment and was definitely going to put them to use.

"And why is that?" Pineapple laughed.

I left my eye twitch at his laugh, it wasn't the situation where he could do such a thing. I already had a weapon in my hand and it was almost itching to be in his face. I stepped forward a step, seeing whether he'd run away or keep the smile on his face. My eyes narrowed when I noticed it decreased a tiny fraction, but not enough to satisfy me. I moved my left tonfa quickly, aiming to smash it into his jaw. I growled slightly when I saw he'd moved out of the way—he jumped back at just the right moment. My growling increased when he wrapped his hand around my left tonfa. I didn't know what he was trying to do, but it was ridiculous. I raised my right leg to kick him in the stomach and was rewarded with the gasp he emitted. I smirked to myself before adding enough force to make him stagger backwards.

He roughly threw my phone at me and I had to drop my tonfa to catch it,I couldn't let it smash into the ground. I didn't know when I'd get a message from my mother saying I could kick Cavallone out yet. I clumsily caught it whilst cursing under my breath. My other tonfa was still in his hand and I could see out of the corner of my eye that the smirk was still present on his face.

Before I could even comprehend what had happened, I felt something wet on my cheek. I blinked and saw a flash of blue in my vision before Pineapple started running away in the opposite direction. I swore he was lifting his legs up higher than necessary too. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, trying to think over what had just happened. Pineapple had said he wanted to talk but he'd done nothing of the sort. I frowned as I remembered he'd caught my tonfa. Normally, people didn't catch it and it went flying into their jaw making them speechless. If I caught sight of him again I was definitely going to fight him. I wasn't going to announce it or plan, I'd simply slam a tonfa or my fist into him when I saw him.

Before I got up, I shook my head to get myself back to a good state of mind. I looked up at the sky quickly and noted it was definitely past dawn. I didn't know long I'd sitting outside or glaring at Pineapple but it definitely lifted my mood. I wanted to punch someone at that moment, so I thought of nothing better to do than to patrol the school. I walked through the streets quickly, trying to ignore the stares that were directed my way. I looked through the alleyways as I passed trying to spot any delinquents that might have been dwelling inside. I grunted when I went past the fifth alleyway, there were none at all. The only people in sight were either adults rushing to work in their suits that were too tight or parents are their young children.

As soon as I entered the school entrance, I felt a flood of emotions overcome my senses. I blinked against the feeling, it felt like I had a thunderstorm permanently over my head. Shaking my head, I opened the front door and walked inside. I couldn't hear any noises or footsteps from inside so I assumed it was empty. I strolled inside whilst putting my hands in my pockets. My fingers brushed against my phone and I immediately stiffened. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed that Pineapple had stolen it. I was too lazy to actually search my room for it. I was cursing under my breath about the fact I didn't even notice him put it in his pocket or swipe it from mine. I either got groped without paying attention or that Pineapple was a damn good thief.

The mention of groping inside my mind reminded me of last night. I knew my actions were out of control and I probably got carried away with the situation, but the act that Cavallone had the nerve to mate with someone in my apartment was infuriating. I felt like he saw me as a little kid, like I wasn't a threat. I needed to fix that immediately. I didn't like being overlooked, even when I was younger. I kicked the door beside me and immediately felt bad when I saw it left a dent. I removed my foot and crouched down at it. It wasn't that bad, the door wasn't going to crumble at any moment. It just looked out of place. I prodded it quickly, trying to see how weak the material was. Once I was satisfied that it didn't land on the floor looking slightly like rubble, I stood up and started walking down the hallway again.

As soon as I'd forced open the door to the reception room I immediately hit was a cold gust of wind. I shivered before moving towards the window. I didn't realize I'd left it open from Friday. My eyes widened a fraction when something small landed in my hair. I hesitantly raised my hand, feeling bad about the fact I'd forgotten about him. I hadn't seen Hibird for days. I was sure he'd been eating though—there were other sources of food from the bread or seeds I gave him. He might be a thief and steal other birds' food. I smirked a little at the thought. If he did such a thing my behaviour was definitely rubbing off on him over the years. I stroked his head quickly whilst he nuzzled into my hair. It was strange without him randomly flying on me every day.

With a small smile on my face, I walked out of the door. I let the smile slip as I strolled around the school looking for any signs of people. It wasn't the most comforting thing to do when I was mixed up in the head, but it was better than nothing. I had no desire to read any books.

For an hour, I walked around aimlessly. I didn't care if I had already been done the corridor; I simply carried on walking like I was supposed to turn up there. I saw no traces of anyone. There weren't any belongings left behind by any idiots or anything remotely similar. My pocket vibrated after a few minutes and I jumped a little. I hadn't expected anything like that so I immediately narrowed my eyes when I reached to retrieve my phone.

I flipped it open and quickly glanced at the text. I raised a curious eyebrow at what it said.

You look quite lonely. Are you sure you like being by yourself? –M.

The delete button was pressed swiftly before I started pinching the bridge of my nose. I didn't have a clue who it was from, I didn't recognize the number or even the initial 'm'. Loads of people had the letter m, but I doubted whether they had my number. I didn't give my number out to anyone. The only person who had my phone number from school would be Kusakabe. He never text me, but I simply ordered him through it. It was that simple. I quickly shook my head before deciding I was done patrolling for now. I wasn't in the mood for walking around aimlessly anymore. I walked through the streets again, simply looking ahead at where I was going. I ignored the strong gusts of wind that kept coming and thought about what I wanted to do for today.

Checking for herbivores was definitely out. I hadn't seen anyone so far. I could always tell Kusakabe to tell me if any appeared—that seemed like a good idea. Patrolling the school was already done. I could go back there in a few hours, but it would still be the same if I turned around now. I didn't have any new books to read and I didn't want to go in that store for awhile. I shuddered a little at the thought of seeing Pineapple again. I didn't want to sit around and drink coffee anywhere. More than anything, I just wanted to be back in my apartment. I gritted my teeth at the thought of Cavallone and his girlfriend still in my apartment. I needed to kick them out. I was definitely going to, but I needed something to occupy my time for the rest of my day first.

As I was walking through the shopping district, the video rental shop caught my eye. I barely ever watched television, so that meant I wasn't up to date with movies. I didn't watch them much, but I was in the mood to watch a gore fest. I smirked a little at the thought and quickly strolled towards the shop. I made sure to look through the window quickly to see how many people were in there. If it was crowed, I had internally decided not to step inside and simply carry on walking. I huffed a little when I saw there was no on inside, just the employee. I opened the door and glared at the handle when it squeaked. It was nice to have a door to open, it seemed all the shops lately had automatic doors. I didn't like the noises or the fact they opened by accident sometimes. Manual doors were definitely the best. I was hit with the scent of over sweetened carbonated drinks and chocolate—I wouldn't have chosen the smell to act as an air freshener in my life. I wrinkled my nose before moving around the aisles. I wasn't looking for the popular movie of the month, but simply something that was full of blood and violence. I spied a cover with blood stains across it and narrowed my eyes slightly. I didn't know whether or not it would be good, but I picked it up to inspect.

From the reviews and comments written on the back, I gathered it was definitely full of blood and guts. I nodded to myself before making my way to the counter. The employee behind it wasn't looking my way, but at a small television screen that was located on the wall to the right. I slammed the movie down on the counter trying to catch his attention. I wrinkled my nose in distaste when I smelt him as he moved. He definitely hadn't showered in a few days and smelt absolutely awful. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible—I felt myself beginning to gag. I didn't see how anyone could be happy with themselves when they had sweat soaked into their skin and greasy hair. Shuddering to myself, I noticed that he didn't glance at me. Instead he looked down at the movie before shaking his head.

I narrowed my eyes as he said, "Sorry, kid. This is for adults."

I felt my blood boiling at that comment. Kid? I look like a fucking kid? I wasn't five feet tall—I was just above average height. In no way whatsoever I looked like a kid. I wasn't slight either. I huffed internally before coughing slightly, making the male look up properly to see me for the first time. I quirked an eyebrow as I saw his eyes widen before he hastily put the movie in his hands.

"O-on the house, Hibari-san," he squeaked.

That's better. That was the response I wanted the first time. I still didn't like the fact he thought he could get away with insulting me immediately, but I yawned before anger could take over my features. I blinked in surprise at the fact I was tired, it was understandable, but I didn't see that coming at all. I shook my head before leaving the door with the male behind the counter practically hyperventilating. I hadn't done anything to him, I had simply yawned. My yawns must be terrifying. I smirked at the thought, I'd never seen in my life a yawn that could make people cower in fear.

As I had almost exited the shopping district, I caught a smell of something in the air. I sniffed slightly, trying to identify it. It smelt sweet and I immediately scrunched my nose up at the sensation. I didn't like sweet things often, but for some reason I felt my mouth dry. I begrudgingly stepped inside the bakery and almost sighed in relief that there weren't many people inside, just a little kid buying a cake at the counter. I blinked at the sight; it was easy to tell he'd drop it at any minute. I could see his frail arms tremble as he attempted to hold it. I saw his mother appear out of the blue and grip the cake in her hands whilst placing him on her hip. With that done, she happily walked out of the shop. I was slightly surprised by the affection they showed in public, but decided to brush it off my mind quickly. I ordered a random dessert from the display, paid and accepted the bag in less than a minute.

After that, I practically power walked home. More than anything at that moment, I simply wanted to sit down. I opened the door to the apartment complex and hesitated a little. My walking pace slowed down as I furrowed my eyebrows. How exactly am I going to get Cavallone to kick his girlfriend out? I didn't have the option of being blunt. Blunt would come across as rude and then Cavallone would probably leave.

That would mean no rent.

I gritted my teeth whilst I walked up the stairs. I tried to ignore the creaks they made as I took another step but they were just making my head throb. I groaned out loud when I realized my headache with coming back. I hadn't had one since I first met Pineapple. I rubbed my free hand against my forehead as I climbed the last step. I was thankful I didn't have to walk up anymore. I didn't think I could handle hearing anymore of the creaks, I would've probably gone insane. I cautiously opened the door the apartment, straining to hear any noises as I stepped inside. I couldn't hear anyone and almost laughed in relief. I caught myself at the last minute and quickly shook my head. I closed the door behind me, slipped off my shoes and started to walk towards the living room. I still couldn't see Cavallone anywhere and there weren't any noises coming from his bedroom. I internally thanked the heavens for that—I didn't need another choking fit.

The movie and the random pastry were placed on the coffee table as I went towards the kitchen. I still felt awful about forgetting Hibird. I remembered the seeded bread I brought the other day and immediately picked a slice up. I got a small bowl out of the cupboard and ripped the bread up into pieces and put it inside. With the bowl in hand I opened the living room window and placed it on the window sill. That way, Hibird could have any whenever he wanted. I frowned when I realized he hadn't been inside for over two days. He could have been, but I hadn't seen him. After I'd put the movie on, I settled myself down on the couch. I didn't exactly know what I was in for but I knew for a fact I wasn't going to jump. I never jumped when I watched horror films—more than anything, they were humorous.

The opening finally came on and I found myself smirking at the screen. Within at least five minutes there were already two people dead and a healthy amount of blood scattered around. I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing something full of gore. For all I knew, this could have been an awful film that had about two minutes worth of bloody action. After the opening was finally over with everyone dead, the throbbing in my head increased. I winced whilst pulling my legs up on my sofa. I pulled them to my chest and rested my chin on top whilst moving my hand to massage my temple. It certainly wasn't a nice feeling but it wasn't as bad as a few days ago. This was bearable and I didn't feel like I was going to lose consciousness anytime soon. I massaged my forehead for at least five minutes before the pain finally dulled. I breathed a sigh in relief, I leant back against the sofa and closed my eyes briefly. It felt to be finally rid of it.

My stomach grumbled and I sent an incredulous glare down at it. It wasn't exactly good timing, it was roughly half way through the movie where it was finally picking up. There were going to be helpless victims again at any second. I cursed under my breath before grabbing the nearest food to where I was sitting, it happened to be the pastry I had brought earlier. I unwrapped the pastry cautiously, trying to see what exactly it was. All I could see in the shop was that it looked slightly flaky. Now that I was looking closer at it, I felt myself stiffen. I could see there was sugar coating it and in the middle there was cream, slowly oozing onto the outside. I hadn't paid enough attention; I knew I was never going to finish this. I barely ever had any sweet and this was definitely going to be packed with sweetness. I grimaced to myself before proceeding to nibble on the pastry. I didn't want to eat the cream straight away. If anything, I needed to prepare myself before doing that. It seemed childish, almost like I was saving the best bit for last—I was actually saving the worst bit for last. I stared at the screen whilst laying my free arm down across my stomach. I was still leaning back and had my legs up. It was a comfy position and I swore if I wasn't paying attention to the movie at that moment I would have fallen asleep.

As soon as I'd eaten at least a quarter of the pastry, I knew I'd have to eat some of the cream, I couldn't leave it until it went all over my hands. I shuddered slightly at the thought; I knew it would feel horrible and would be nasty to get off. I hesitantly licked the cream and tasted it. It certainly was sweet, but there wasn't any extra sugar added. I almost smiled at that. It was tolerable and actually tasted pretty good. I knew I wouldn't have sweets again for at least a few months so I decided to make the most of it. I was still nibbling with an almost smile on my face watching the horror film when I felt the sofa sink down beside me. I stiffened slightly, but pretended nothing had happened. I could feel that someone was beside me and I immediately knew who it was. His girlfriend wouldn't have been stupid enough to sit next to me right off the bat. I huffed a little before continuing to munch away at the pastry. I had almost finished it. I tried to pay attention to the mindless killing that was on the screen at that moment, but I could only hear him breathing beside me. I quickly finished the pastry before licking my fingers clean. They were covered with sugar so when I'd finished, I grimaced. I heard a chuckle beside me and I let a scowl settle on my face. It was annoying to hear him laugh like he didn't have a care in the world.

When I felt something wet on my cheek, I blinked in bewilderment. It felt oddly similar and I found myself furrowing my eyebrows at the sensation, trying to place where I'd felt it before. I curiously turned around and met a sight I didn't want to see. Cavallone was licking his lips whilst looking at my cheek—I was happy to see there was a cut across his lower lip—I found it odd that it was where the wet feeling was a few moments ago.

He licked me? That's wrong on many levels. I felt my eyes widen when I realized where I'd felt that before; Pineapple before he'd disappeared in the morning. I've been licked twice in one day. What the hell is going on? I clenched my hands into fists before facing Cavallone fully. I growled before moving to punch him in the face. I was just about to make contact when he grabbed my right wrist in his hand. Moments ago I could literally feel his skin by my knuckles, but now nothing. I cursed under my breath before moving with my left one. I was satisfied when it came into contact with his cheek. I wasn't quick enough to remove my hand, before I could even so much as blink; he'd grasp that wrist as well. I glared at the sight, it was definitely familiar.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed.

He quirked an eyebrow before answering, "I was just trying to sit with you and yet you randomly punch me out of nowhere. I'm just trying to coax you into being polite."

My eyes narrowed at that. "I believe you were rude first."

"Oh?" He smirked.

"Yes," I replied flatly. I attempted to tug my wrists out of his grasp, but they wouldn't budge. I glared down at them. I definitely appeared weak again, I simply didn't expect him to try this again. I thought he'd learnt his lesson last night.

"Hey, Kyouya," he drawled out my name making me cringe inside. The only answer I gave him was a glare. I saw him visibly sigh—his chest went up a fair amount. It didn't help I could practically see it hanging out. From what I could see he was wearing a pair of jeans and a button up shirt. It wasn't buttoned up all the way through, leaving a view of his chest. I glared down at it, thinking about that it was probably his girlfriend making him wear it. I found myself blinking and wondering why I just thought about that; it was the fact he was wearing something that flamboyant, not that his girlfriend had chose it. I quickly shook my head trying to clear it out. I mentally cursed at the pastry I had eaten a few minutes ago, it was definitely having side effects with my body. "Like what you see?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Hn?" I flashed a fierce glare at his face quickly, trying to warn him that if he explained his question, he'd probably be missing a tooth in the morning. His pretty little girlfriend wouldn't like that. I smirked at the thought of him freaking out about it. It definitely was a nice thing to think about, it actually made me forget about the current situation.

I was brought back to the present when I felt Cavallone move forward. He harshly moved my wrists so they were above my head. I quirked an eyebrow at the movement, not exactly understanding what he was doing. My eyebrow completely lost its arch when I felt Cavallone push me down. I mentally cursed at the fact I was now on my back and he was towering above me with my wrists above my head in his hands. Well, at least I know what he wanted to do now.

He grinned broadly before saying, "You were staring at my chest pretty intensely."

I simply raised both of my eyebrows—careful not to let them fall this time—and coolly answered, "You're dressed rather ostentatiously."

His smile got larger for some reason, I narrowed my eyes into slits at it. I was sure my comment was insulting and I was slowly starting to wonder if Cavallone needed to see someone about his mind. My insults never seemed to work; in fact they always made him smile brighter. Do I need to use reverse psychology? I pondered the idea for a moment before quickly kicking it to the back of my mind. I was sure if I did anything of the sort at that moment I'd end up being groped. I involuntarily shuddered and it seemed to draw Cavallone's attention. I could hear him breathing above me and I definitely needed to take action. He seemed to be getting closer as the seconds passed by painfully slow. I could still hear the horror film behind us, but I could barely make out what was being said. It might as well have been a foreign language to me, I couldn't see it or understand what was happening. The only things I could look at were either Cavallone or the ceiling. I knew it would be a bad idea to go with the latter so I begrudgingly glared at him.

His smile grew softer as he finally realized I'd given up looking away. I wanted to quirk my eyebrow at that moment but I had to fight the urge not to let my mouth hang open at that moment. He was looking at me with the most ridiculous expression on his face, I couldn't even comprehend what it meant. I just knew he shouldn't have been looking at me in that way. I had to grit my teeth in an attempt to keep myself under control. It certainly wasn't satisfying being pinned down on a sofa by a male who probably possessed very deep mental issues.

"Kyouya," he murmured. I could barely make out what he was saying, but by that point in time I could tell by the way his mouth moved that it was my name he was muttering. I narrowed my eyes and pointedly glared at his lips.

Before I could blink, Cavallone had changed positions. I could feel his right leg move to rest in between mine and I squirmed slightly with discomfort. He was too close to me. His arms were still above my head holding onto my wrists, but his head had moved. I could feel it resting on the flesh between my right shoulder and my neck. I felt myself stiffen from the sudden contact and had to bite my tongue when I felt him gently nuzzle my skin. I blinked furiously in an attempt to get myself under control. It seemed Cavallone had taken my defencelessness as a signal that he could enter my personal bubble again, I could feel his breath splashing across my neck at that moment and it was making me feel hotter than I really was. I shuddered involuntarily again as I felt his chest move down to press against mine. I could feel his heartbeat through his barely-there clothes and inwardly cursed. The position we were in was beyond awkward and I had no way out of it except to suck up my pride and expertly knee him in the groin. I winced slightly and decided it was too harsh a thing to do—I could probably think of something else. I inwardly yelped when I felt his teeth lightly graze my neck. My body stiffened whilst my mind kicked into overdrive while thinking of ways to get rid of him. I was getting extremely worried about my virginity at that moment.

"Get off," I growled.

I felt him nibble on my skin slightly before licking the flesh where his teeth were seconds ago. I stiffened ever more from the warm sensation. I could feel him smirk against my skin before he moved onto sucking that piece of flesh. I gasped inside my mind at the feeling, it certainly wasn't anything I wanted. I could feel my skin moving up to meet his lips and I inwardly shuddered. I couldn't head butt him at the angle we were in. If anything, the only non cowardly action I could take at that moment was slamming my chin into his head. That was bound to bruise me more than him, so I quickly kicked it out of my mind. I blinked several times whilst Cavallone continued nipping and gently sucking at my neck. I had to grit my teeth to keep myself under control at that moment. It was an onslaught of emotions in less than a minute. I hadn't had anyone practically eating my neck before so I didn't particularly understand what was going on. My eyes widened when I had to bite down on my tongue to restrain a moan from making its way out of my throat. I panicked inside my mind at how to get him off, I was not going to be emitting the same sounds his girlfriend did for him.

"Cavallone?" I called. I got a muffled grunt from my neck as an answer—I guessed that was all I was going to get. "I'll bite you to death."

Before he had a chance to react, I pulled my right leg up from underneath him and slammed my knee into his stomach. I was rewarded with a painful gasp and he detached his lips from my neck. I was slightly smirking at the fact it worked, but it only moved his body back a few centimetres. The grip on my wrists was still as tight as before and his leg was still in between mine.

"That wasn't a bite," he muttered. I noticed his lack of breath at that moment and I did a mental happy dance. I really did catch him by surprise. "What was that for?" Cavallone moved his head to a different angle so I could clearly see his face now. Before his bangs were covering his eyes making it difficult to see his expression, I could see his eyes were wide this time and felt myself stiffen when I saw the pink decorating his cheeks.

I hoped I never looked like that in my life—it would be degrading.

I simply raised my eyebrows slightly before spitting out, "Get off of me."

I bit down on my tongue when I saw him smirk again. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I had the feeling I wouldn't like it. He moved his body down to press against mine again, but this time his head didn't go to the flesh between my shoulder and my neck. Instead, he was barely two centimetres away from my face, staring down at me. I tried to muster up my fiercest glare but it quickly became a panicked expression when I felt something gently brush against my groin. I hated the fact I let him see I was panicking, but it was completely understandable. Whilst we were in this position the only way I could hurt him was either by head butting him or biting. Head butting would mean I'd have a similar bruise marring my skin, while biting would mean I'd win completely. I cursed inwardly at the fact I couldn't bite him properly at this angle.

"What do you want?" I spat.

His smile slowly turned sad and I found myself blinking at it, I hadn't expected that reaction in any way. I thought it would be more along the lines of 'I'm just trying to torture you slowly.' I mentally kicked myself in the face and tried to get my composure back. I knew it wasn't working out well because I could still see his eyes were wide and staring down at my face. His leg brushed against me again and I had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself emitting any noises. It had to be sexual harassment at that stage. Cavallone had finally gone a step too far. If it was going to be like this in the future, I'd gladly bite his lip daily. I was shaking with anger at that point and I still could do nothing to get out of the position.

It seemed like the only way was exactly how I did it last night. I begrudgingly looked up at his face and waited to see what he would do. I didn't know what sort of expression I had on my face, but whatever it was seemed to make Cavallone react. He destroyed our lack of distance and gently placed his lips at the side of my mouth. I mentally cursed inside my head but I knew it would distract him long enough that I could inflict pain. I could feel him slowly making his way to my bottom lip and I found myself growling at his slow pace. I wanted to get this over and done with, but he obviously knew he wasn't going to get this again anytime soon.

He gently brushed his lips against mine and I frowned at the feeling. He wasn't being aggressive or anything remotely similar, he was treating me like I'd break at any moment. He carried on doing that for a few seconds before he got impatient. He sucked my bottom lip quickly and I made no move to kiss him back at that point. I needed to catch him off guard and probably put him in the hospital. I felt him slowly scrape his tongue across my lip and I bit down on my own before opening my mouth. It wasn't a heated kiss still—he was tenderly wrapping his tongue around my own and rubbing. I felt myself growl before trying to coax him to make it rougher. It wouldn't work to my advantage if he was treating me like a china doll. My growl seemed to work. After a few seconds, he started moving at an urgent pace. I found myself titling my head up to get a better angle and ignoring my need for air. I could feel my face was heating up and it was most likely due to the lack of oxygen.

"A-ah." I inwardly cursed when I felt a moan make itself out of my throat when he rubbed against a sensitive part inside my mouth. We pulled apart after that and I tried again to ignore the trail of saliva that was bonding us together. I frowned a little before continuing to breathe harshly, trying to regain my breath. I closed my eyes quickly due to the fact they were stinging. I felt Cavallone kiss me again I opened my mouth without hesitation. I could hear him moan into the kiss this time and I inwardly smirked. As I roughly rubbed my tongue against his, I tugged on my arms trying to see whether they were going to be loose anytime soon. For some reason or another, I hadn't noticed that he had basically removed all of his grip around them. His hands were simply lying on top of my wrists at that point and I mentally happy danced. I felt Cavallone brush against my groin again and I gasped a little before mentally kicking myself. "Ah!" I couldn't believe I really was emitting the same noises his girlfriend did for him, but I was completely caught off guard.

Before whatever we were doing could get out of hand, I roughly pulled my arms down and pushed Cavallone off of me. I was happy when I saw his face contort with shock before he fell backwards onto the sofa. I switched our positions quickly and moved so I was on top of him. I was disgusted with myself for doing such a thing, but it was necessary at that moment. I moved my left hand to tangle itself into his hair whilst my other went behind my back. As I fingered with the tonfa within my pocket, I gently leaned my face in whilst displaying no emotions on it. I saw Cavallone blink harshly before letting a smile frame his mouth. I moved my left hand into a fist and pulled on some of his hair before moving a tonfa out of my jacket. I let a smirk play on my lips before I harshly hit his face with it several times. With each hit I was rewarded with a painful hiss and I was rejoicing at that moment. I could see there was blood coming out of his mouth and he most likely had a nosebleed, but the thing that made me the happiest was the fact he'd probably have a rather black eye tomorrow. I smiled before moving myself off of him and getting up from the sofa. I put up with his antics for long enough; it was about time I messed up his face and made him spit blood. I stood in front of the coffee table and stared down at him on the sofa. He had his hands on his face, inspecting the wounds with a curious expression on his face. He wasn't grimacing or letting any more sounds escape his lips and I felt myself arch an eyebrow. It wasn't the usual reaction I got when I made someone bleed.

"Cavallone?" I called.

He locked up with a shocked expression on his face. I could see that his mouth was slightly open and I almost started laughing about the fact blood was dripping out of it with each passing second. He didn't seem aware of it at all.

"Don't invite your girlfriend here anymore," I hissed before turning around and walking away. I didn't hear any sound from him as an answer, but I did hear him start coughing. I had to move a hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter—Cavallone really did have mental problems. I pondered whether to make an appointment for him, but quickly decided against it. If he simply stayed away from me in fear I wouldn't have any entertainment. I could hear the movie in the background but found myself not caring. I opened the door to my bedroom quickly and slammed it just as fast. I sat myself down on the bed before my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I quirked an eyebrow quickly before sliding it open.

Your little yellow friend is entertaining. –M.

I arched an eyebrow in question, wondering who was still texting me. Whoever it was had either witnessed the scene between Cavallone and I—which I highly doubted—or was referring to Hibird. I blinked at the thought of Hibird. It was quite possible he'd attached himself to someone else temporarily. He hadn't stayed with me permanently over all the years, but came back most of the time. It seemed he kept me closest to him but liked the experience a change every now and then. I frowned before nodding my head slightly—I knew one thing at that point. I didn't approve of his new friend.