I think I'll try to update every day... Screw finals, this is more fun.


"This is your brilliant idea?" demanded Iroha. "Just asking him?"

"Yup."

Iroha considered punching the blond. After the entire 'I'm not crazy' speech had convinced the kitty-loid that Rin was safe to be around, she had asked if Rin could be sure of Akaito's romantic interest.

Rin's idea? Asking him.

"But they never do that! It is taboo!"

Rin rolled her eyes. "Yeah, in books and movies and fanfiction. This is life, Iroha."

The pinkette slumped in her seat. "All my joys of living have shattered into a million pieces…." She moaned.

"Except Oliver, right?" Rin dragged a limp Iroha over to the kitchen. "Now, let's find the answer to your question."

The kitchen revealed… no one. Iroha turned to leave the room, but Rin grabbed her wrist. "Nope! What we can do is more than aimlessly wander around."

"We phone him?" she suggested.

"No time! And, more importantly, no phone! So what we do is…." Rin grabbed the big glass jar on the kitchen island crammed with jalapeno peppers. "This."

Iroha watched, wide-eyed, as the glass jar slowly tumbled and rolled to the ground, and smashed her eyes shut for the impact.

It never came. Cracking her eyes open, she saw a predominantly red figure on the ground, the jar caught by them and safe. The red haired man, she could see, had jumped right before the jar had hit, and tucked it onto his stomach as he twisted, landing on his back and cushioning his prize.

"Crazy little girls." Purred Akaito Shion, residential flirt. He lay on the ground, a large jar on his lean stomach, and amazingly casual, as if he did this every day. "What were you doing?"


And it's my usual place to cut it off...

Thanks for reading, please see the continuation of this chapter next time!

~Ten-Faced~