I Hate Holdouts

Avaron could only say that she adored Masukagami. She was such a warm presence and sweeter than candy. She would even admit that she loved Masukagami. It was a strange love, but a welcome one and, while she still had her reservations, she couldn't stay away from her darling sekirei.

Even now, Avaron was just relaxing the day away, her head in Masukagami's lap, letting her sekirei gently stroke her hair. She felt herself drifting off as Masukagami's fingers tenderly caressed her.

"Mmm, why can't we stay like this forever?" Avaron asked quietly with her eyes closed, sounding half asleep.

"Well... I think we'd starve to death eventually." Masukagami giggled, continuing her caressing as she spoke.

"No, no." Avaron nestled closer to Masukagami, if that was even possible. "We'd die of dehydration first," she corrected with a tiny, lazy smirk. She cracked an eye open to see Masukagami smiling at her. She did her best to commit that sight to memory before shutting her eye again.

It couldn't last forever. She'd have to let Masukagami go and fight again eventually. She'd have to watch as her precious Masukagami was put at risk in MBI's stupid, ugly game. She really did wish they could stay there forever, wrapped in each others warmth, never having to worry, but they couldn't.

Just the thought of losing Masukagami brought tears to her eyes. It wasn't just Masukagami that she worried about though. She had other people now. She knew Masukagami would be sad as well if they abandoned those people.

Masukagami had told her how she'd actually known Oriha when the two were young and still being "tuned." She didn't want Masukagami to feel alone, and Avaron didn't want to lose anyone either. She was infinitely happy with Masukagami, and she could imagine countless happy years ahead even if she only had her precious sekirei.

In that way, it almost irked her that they'd ever met Madoka and Kouji. The fear of loss was now a constant draw toward danger. And yet she knew she wouldn't feel that draw unless it was worth the trouble. There was something about Madoka that made her keep going back. Something about him that made her want to... protect him. He was a good person, but she could see the cracks.

She felt that Madoka was the best of them. He wasn't broken like she was, and, as nice as Kouji was, he was naive. While those cracks made him vulnerable they also added to him. Like her, he knew the world a little more. And like her, that weight had damaged him. But unlike her he'd come out the other side whole, and that was why they could follow him.

Thanks to Masukagami, she was no longer the shattered, hate filled husk of a person she'd once been, but she couldn't carry the weight of another soul. Masukagami was her light and her source of buoyancy in life, without which she knew she would sink. While Madoka didn't quite show it, for reasons she could understand, he had told her that he too cherished his little sekirei. She believed him.

She could see how he'd changed thanks to them, just as she had. She could also see that it wasn't the same. He hadn't changed because of them as much as he had changed for them. That was the fundamental part of him that she most respected. She had seen the cold ache in the eyes of sekirei with lesser ashikabi. That was not present in his sekirei's eyes. There was an ache, yes, but she could tell that they were supported by him, perhaps more than they supported him. Because of that, Avaron treasured Masukagami so much more.

Would any other sekirei been able to fix her? Masukagami had been so loving and secure. If Avaron had ended up with a sekirei who, instead of being so giving, had needed that same love from her... it never would have worked. It was strength, that capacity, that she lacked that Madoka had.

The thing is, while Madoka had that, she knew she couldn't burden him further or he would succumb to those cracks. Everyone's strength had limits, and something told her that he couldn't take much more pressure right now.

"What is it, Avaron-sama?" Masukagami asked as Avaron slowly opened both eyes, looking deep in thought. Avaron had to smile. Yes, deep, coherent thoughts that she once hadn't been capable of. Now though, in Masukagami's arms, it was so easy.

"Shall we do something? Make ourselves useful, perhaps?" Avaron looked up at Masukagami. "I'm afraid I may have to ask quite a bit of you, though."

. . .

As Madoka had suspected, his sekirei had appreciated his efforts to learn about them. And with all his sekirei in mind, there was one thing that he still needed to resolve. He'd never finished talking to Kaie about why his sekirei were acting so especially weird around each other. Benitsubasa and Sukaime actually seemed to get along now, but that was it.

The issue that had first alerted him to a change was that Oriha and Kaie no longer spent time together, and that was continuing. Oriha also seemed... nervous around Sukaime. He had a feeling Sukaime might have done something. He'd need to speak to her, but that didn't necessarily explain why Oriha and Kaie didn't get along anymore. He couldn't imagine that Sukaime would purposefully drive a wedge between the two, not with how she behaved these days.

It was for that reason that Madoka had carefully convinced his sekirei to not meet up with him after work that Thursday. He wanted Kaie alone once more, hopefully without any kidnappings to interrupt him. Now that work was over, he'd led a surprised Kaie to a bench on a quiet, nearby street. Before long the few passersby that had been around had gone on their way.

"Come on." Madoka sat down and motioned for Kaie to do the same. She did so nervously, folding her hands on her lap, looking quite like a guilty child. Now what? How should he begin? He could tell she was worried that he was mad, but he wasn't. He didn't want to make her feel bad when that wasn't his intention.

Before he could decide, he felt Kaie's hand on top of his. It was more distracting than he'd have expected. He couldn't help but feel how soft and delicate her fingers felt on his larger hand. He looked at her, and it was like an unspoken invitation for her to lean against him, head tilted up slightly so she could look into his eyes. It took him an extra moment to notice that her other hand was reaching for his face. Just in time he was able to reach up and grab it, stopping her.

He had a feeling that if he hadn't, his self control would have been overcome. Kaie was undeniably beautiful. Physically at least, she was very different from his other three sekirei. He had a goal to accomplish right now, and letting himself be seduced by her charms would defeat that. Just thinking about it though caused his eyes to involuntarily, or so he told himself, flit up and down her figure.

OK, maybe she didn't need to touch him to seduce him. He was still a young man after all, and he had a lot of pent up desires – and he was pretty sure Kaie was willing to fulfill them if only he'd let her. He grit his teeth to steel himself as he lightly pushed her hand aside. Doing his best to force any impure thoughts from his mind for the time being, he prepared to speak. Kaie spoke first though.

"You really do have a favorite, don't you?" Kaie sighed, slumping over in her seat to stare at the ground. "And it's not me, of course. How could it be?"

"Wh- Kaie, that has nothing to do with this." Madoka shook his head, not that she could see. "I just -"

"Want to know why I'm not getting along with anyone else." Kaie clasped her hands together, squeezing tightly as if she was trying to strangle the life out of something. "I know I'm not going to get picked." She was back to that already.

"Kaie-"

"But that doesn't change how I feel! I just want you, if only for a little while before the end!"

"What end?"

"I'm not going to make it. Nothing's changed in that regard. I'm nothing special in the grand scheme of things, I came to terms with that a while ago. I know about the single numbers. I've seen what people will do to win. I've already lost to Benitsubasa, and she's obviously not the strongest. Maybe she can pull off a miracle, but if I really am weaker than her, I won't."

"So? You don't have to win on your own!"

"Have you forgotten? The game's prize is won by the strongest pair, not the strongest team. I'm not your favorite or your strongest. I have no place at the end." He could hear the defeat in her voice and it hurt him. "So I'm sorry if I am resentful of the others."

"Have you forgotten? I hate this game and its rules! You'll always have a place!"

"Don't say that!" Kaie shouted at him, shutting her eyes tightly. "I don't want any false hope! And so what? What do I get if I make it through the end? A life held at arm's reach, never getting what I want? There's no one else for me! I'd rather be terminated!"

"N-no, I-"

"So... just... tell me who it is," Kaie said sadly. "Your happiness is still important, even if I'm not involved. Who is it? I'll protect them for you, so you can be happy at the end."

"What are you talking about?" Madoka felt himself beginning to shake. The way she was talking was that of someone sentenced to death!

"The one you favor most. Who?" Kaie just stared at him patiently. "And don't lie and say it's me." Madoka couldn't take it anymore and shot to his feet. Shock was turning to sorrow, but that was quickly turning to anger. How could she say that to him? How could she ask him that?

"How long have you known me?" Madoka asked her.

"I... umm... n-nearly two months now?" she answered, caught off guard.

"Yeah, that sounds right. Nearly two months living together. I talk to you every day, right?" He was shaking for an entirely different reason now.

"Yes..." The word slid from her mouth slowly. He spun around to face her, eyes wide.

"How the hell could you say that and talk about my happiness in the same breath?" He didn't yell, he just seethed with indignation, his voice an unsteady growl. "You think I haven't agonized over this exact problem? You think I haven't wondered what the hell I'm going to do with the four of you? I know how you feel! I see it every day and I have no idea what to do!"

"Th-then this makes it easier-" Kaie whimpered, shrinking back as far as she could.

"No! Look at me!" Kaie nervously looked up into his eyes. "This is all you're accomplishing! Do you understand?" He saw her flinch at the look on his face and she finally nodded slightly. "If I'm so important to you like you say, then you should know me better than that." He wished he hadn't said that. The choking gasp that came from her throat filled him with regret. That had been cruel and pointless.

"I-I'm sorry, Madoka-sama, I-" Kaie began sobbing piteously, but producing only quiet little gasps as she struggled to not make a scene. "You're right. I-" Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. She flinched and made to pull away, but he gripped her tightly. He brought her to her feet and then wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"I'm not letting you go like that." Less than two months, maybe, but it felt longer. So much had happened. After what they'd been through, he couldn't accept that he had to lose her. He couldn't accept losing any of them. He could hear her trying to speak, but she produced nothing coherent. He loosened his grip so that he could look at her, though he still gripped her shoulders. "Come on. I'm not done with you just yet."

"Not done?" Kaie blinked, loosing one last tear to roll down her cheek.

"I have an idea. You'll see when we get home," Madoka told her. He wasn't sure she'd like it though.

. . .

Masukagami couldn't help but feel a little thrown off. For the last two weeks her time with Avaron had been... wonderful. There could have been more kissing – and other things – but, well, she'd take what she could get. And besides, they still had time to remedy that issue. That wasn't what had her puzzled, though.

Avaron was not a very motivated person. She was smart and generally knew what she wanted, but she'd never just come up with an idea and gone for it, not like this. And yet, there they were out of the house and on their way to cause trouble.

Actually, they'd just arrived.

"Remember, no risks. Failure shouldn't involve you getting hurt," Avaron told her firmly.

"I understand. Shall we?" Masukagami pressed up against Avaron, leaning in for a kiss and spreading her luminous wings. It was worth going through with this plan just for this moment, as far as Masukagami was concerned.

"You can go through windows, right? Even from this far away?" Avaron asked as their lips parted.

"Probably!" Masukagami slid around, literally doing her best to avoid breaking contact as she shifted her position, Avaron to stand behind her and pulled out her large mirror. Taking aim, she chanted her norito and the two vanished.

. . .

"Good," Avaron said when her vision turned normal once more. She'd never get used to teleporting with Masukagami. "Now we just have to-" She froze, eyes going wide. Perhaps taking more time to plan would have behooved her.

"Well. Isn't this... interesting." A young man stood up from the desk he'd been sitting at. Well, they were certainly in the right place.

"Isn't it." Avaron clenched her jaw. "Higa."

"I suppose you want your friend's jinki back?" Higa asked, stepping around to the other side of his desk. "Well I'm afraid I don't have it on me right now. Unlike you, I take good care of my possessions."

"I do hope you don't count your sekirei as your possessions, because I'm afraid that would make you quite a liar," Avaron couldn't resist the urge to take the shot at him. "How many do you have left?"

"More than you."

"That didn't help you last time." Avaron took an involuntary step back when Higa just smirked and shook his head.

"Now now, you didn't come here to trade jibes with me," Higa said, leaning back against his desk. "And, since you can't have the jinki, we'll need to make your time here well spent in some other way."

"Tell me that you're not flirting with me. I'd be very angry if you were." Avaron's eyes narrowed. She was getting sick of his attitude.

"Hardly. You're not my type."

"Too independent minded?"

"Too crude."

"Hey!" Masukagami complained. "Err, n-not that I..."

"It's OK. Thank you." Avaron placed a hand on her sekirei's arm to show she appreciated the gesture. Masukagami, emboldened, stuck her tongue out at Higa.

"You're perfect for each other, clearly," Higa said dryly, "but enough of this. Kaiha!" Moments after he called out, they were joined. It was the sekirei that had escorted him when Masukagami had saved Chiho. "I believe you have a grudge with this one, don't you?"

"I-I... wouldn't... g-go... that far..." the sekirei, Kaiha, stuttered nervously.

"Come now, no need to hide it. Let her know exactly how you feel." Higa glared at Masukagami. That was all he needed to say, it seemed.

"W-well." Kaiha was shaking severely. "In... that... case... I WILL!" Her sleeves practically exploded, giant scythe-like blades seeming to sprout from her elbows, apparently taking the place of her forearms. If she had regular arms, it was impossible to tell where they were at the moment.

"Avaron-sama!" Masukagami dove in front of her, blocking the first blow that had threatened to cleave through them both. However, her tiny mirror could only block one blade. She didn't have time for the second. Masukagami pulled back, but the dull back of the blade was then jammed into her stomach.

Avaron felt Masukagami's free hand reach out and shove her. She was sent sprawling, but that was nothing compared to what happened to her sekirei. She grunted as she hit the floor, wincing, and when she opened her eyes she saw Masukagami launched clear through the window they'd come in through, glass and wood shattering.

"Masukagami!" Avaron jumped to her feet, running to the window and leaning out to see what had become of her sekirei. She was alive though, already getting back to her feet. It had been a long fall, but to a sekirei it apparently wasn't even close to fatal.

Avaron did have time to ask Masukagami if she'd been hurt, as she was roughly pushed aside once more by Kaiha so that she could jump through the window herself.

. . .

Masukagami watched as Kaiha descended toward her like a bird of prey. Masukagami pulled out her large mirror and then waited for the best timing. Before Kaiha was close enough to strike, Masukagami spun her mirror and Kaiha harmlessly landed where Masukagami had been up until that moment.

However, her plan proved to be a failure. Kaiha immediately spun around. Masukagami dodged the first strike, but the second landed home. Unfortunately, it was the second strike that was the most dangerous, as it put her at the mercy of the sharp edge. It was a light blow, but it tore into her side, making her bleed. She winced and inhaled sharply. It was the first serious wound she'd received in a battle.

"Good! You're bleeding already! Sit still and I'll help you bleed some more!" Kaiha raved madly, not backing off in the slightest. She looked ready to make good on her word.

The issue was that, even in her apparent frenzy, Kaiha's attacks were measured, coming regularly one after the other. Masukagami was stuck on the defensive. Even if one attack of Kaiha missed, there was always another following it. She needed to break the cycle.

Honestly, it might have worked in Kaiha's favor to be a little more frenetic and unpredictable. Well, she had the first part down, but she had a clear rhythm to her attacks. Masukagami could see through it now.

The first attack missed. The second, Masukagami blocked. Then came the third attack, and Masukagami made it miss once more. Her rhythm was off now. She swung again, wide, and Masukagami ducked below it, moving in close. Kaiha's next attack came, the sharp point of her blade aimed at Masukagami's neck. She twisted and blocked this one as well, the recoil caused by her mirror leaving Kaiha completely off balance.

Masukagami, from that position, had a big opening to finally exploit. First, her elbow was already in position to slam into Kaiha's solar plexus. So that's what she did. Kaiha doubled over, stumbling back. She lifted her two blades defensively, but Masukagami danced around her, placing her mirror against Kaiha's side, returning the favor and then some by gifting her with a massive wound.

Kaiha screamed in pain, blood gushing from her side. She swung frantically, and once more Masukagami had an easy opening. This time it was Kaiha's shoulder that she bled. Kaiha, to her credit, fought through the pain, attacking with her good arm, but Masukagami just dodged around it and ended up behind her opponent. With her next attack, Kaiha was left with two crippled arms and was thrown to the ground.

Masukagami had won. With her norito, Kaiha would be finished. She knelt down to find Kaiha's crest, but a mocking laugh distracted her.

"Can I come out now, Higa-sama? I've been soooo bored! We still need her, right?" Masukagami was back on her feet in a flash, head snapping around to locate the source of the voice.

In the same window she and Kaiha had gone through was a new face. A petite blonde with long hair and a frilly, light yellow dress with an excessive amount of lace adorning it. Her hair was tied up in matching, lacy ribbons. Her eyes were a bright gold color that seemed to almost glow, even in broad daylight. She had a definite color scheme, Masukagami noted.

"Who-"

Suddenly, a large, metal sphere levitated its way out the window, and then the girl jumped on top of it, riding it down the the ground before hopping off and facing Masukagami.

"Shall we do the usual formality? Actually, this will only be my second time, so it's a little exciting for me!" she smiled warmly. "My name is Kyokkou! Number 98!" She gave a formal bow.

"M-Masukagami! Number 102!" Masukagami hastily replied, bewildered by the girl's sudden appearance.

"Nice to meet you! Sorry, but can you not terminate this onee-chan? Higa needs all the sekirei he can get right now!" Kyokkou said with her hands politely clasped together. "Instead, I'm afraid Higa-sama needs me to terminate you!" Suddenly Kyokkou's friendly demeanor vanished, and her expression became quite malicious. The metal sphere rocketed into Masukagami's gut and launched her back a good ten feet. The worst part was, as Masukagami pushed herself to a sitting position, a second sphere levitated down from the window.

She got to her feet in time for a sphere to be launched at her. This girl reminded her of Sukaime, or Oriha. She could handle this, she'd seen this kind of fighting before. She raised her mirror to block, but to her surprise, the sphere did not recoil away from her mirror, instead it resisted and stuck in place. Further shocking was when the sphere grew spikes. Each spike was at least five or six inches long and half as wide at the base.

The sphere spun, the spikes raking and battering her hand and knocking her mirror loose. The second sphere had a free shot at her then, and slammed into her stomach once again. She knew she had to be careful, she couldn't afford to be left reeling. She grit her teeth and pulled back, just in time, as the second sphere deployed its spikes, still managing to graze her stomach painfully.

She knew, suddenly, that she was in a bad place. She... honestly wasn't sure she could beat this girl. In fact, she was afraid she might lose, injured as she was already. She was breathing heavily, and her hands were beginning to shake, especially her mirror hand.

She quickly backed away, flicking her mirror back into her hand. Her eyes flitted from sphere, to sphere, to Kyokkou. Unlike Sukaime, this girl didn't seem to direct her attacks with her hands. Her body language gave away almost nothing as far as attacks were concerned.

She didn't have time to think about it. Suddenly, a door burst open. It was Avaron. She'd evidently run through the building, as she was panting and red in the face. She staggered to Masukagami's side, clutching Masukagami's sleeve to hold herself up.

"T-too... risky... remember... what I said!" Avaron gasped out.

"Right. I remember." Masukagami gently grabbed Masukagami to help her stand. "You need to get in better shape by the way."

"Uhuh..." Avaron seemed more concerned with breathing at the moment. Well, she'd need to take a quick break.

"Hurry! Stop them!" Higa shouted from his office above them. It was too late though, Masukagami pulled Avaron into a kiss.

"Running away already? We just got started!" Kyokkou actually sounded angry. Masukagami wondered what her real personality was, but she'd have to find out later. She could hear Kyokkou's spheres rushing through the air, but Masukagami was just a little bit faster. She picked a point in the distance, as far away as she could find and...

"My mirror reveals my pledge, reflect the dreams of my ashikabi!" In a flash they were gone.

. . .

Madoka let himself and Kaie into his house, and the second the door opened the smell of food wafted over to them. Having been left home, it seemed Oriha had decided to get busy cooking. That... wasn't going to make things easier for him, but he'd make it work.

"This way." Madoka waved for Kaie to follow, making sure she didn't try to worm her way out of what he had in store. He probably needn't have bothered; she was generally the best behaved of his sekirei. In his cozy kitchen/dining room he found his other three sekirei waiting.

"It just finished!" Oriha announced, the food already on the table.

"Yeah, good job. Uh, here's the thing... I need the room," Madoka told them.

"What?" Benitsubasa frowned. She was probably upset at the idea of her meal being interrupted.

"Oh boy. Something's up. OK, I'll be... elsewhere," Sukaime said with a sigh, going along with it. Oriha looked about to follow, but Madoka raised a hand to stop her.

"No, you stay." Madoka then turned to Benitsubasa and Sukaime. "You two can go. And, ugh, you can take your food if you want. Just... just don't make a mess." He didn't have much, but he did have clean floors. Apparently that was all that he'd needed to say to convince Benitsubasa.

"Eh? Wait, really? We can eat in the living room, even?" Sukaime's eyes went wide. "Are you OK?" Before he could answer, Benitsubasa just grabbed two plates and herded her from the room.

"Don't question it and go!" Benitsubasa ordered and left the room, forcing a confused Sukaime to leave ahead of her.

"So, what do you need me for?" Oriha asked, head tilted. She then noticed that Kaie was also still in the room. "Madoka-sama?"

"Both of you. Sit." Madoka pointed at the table. "Now!" he urged firmly when they hesitated. The two scurried like startled mice to take seats at the table.

"M-Madoka-kun." Kaie sat, hands placed stiffly on her lap, squirming slightly. "I-I think I know what you're trying to do, and-"

"Maybe you do. So?" Madoka crossed his arms. "You two get along worse than Benitsubasa and Sukaime. That's... really bad."

"Well Kaie is a liar so I don't know what you expect to accomplish." Oriha mirrored Madoka's stance, albeit from her seated position.

"Wh-" Madoka hadn't expected that. "No, I don't care what happened. I don't even want you to explain! You two are going to settle things."

"I don't know that that's possible. The way we feel..." Kaie wasn't offering much hope either. He understood her reservations. There was the jealousy between them all that he had to somehow break through. How, though?

"Do you like living this way? Living with three other people you can barely stand?"

"We have you. So what?" Maybe it was because he'd already had a talk with Kaie, but it was Oriha who was being the most difficult here.

"Do you think I like this!" Madoka snapped, making Oriha, and Kaie to a lesser extent, flinch. "I know I'm the reason you act like this! How happy do you think that makes me?"

"Not... at all..." Oriha mumbled guiltily. "B-but still, we can't help it, we-"

"Well too bad. You two are going to be working out your issues." He wasn't taking no for an answer.

"But-"

"Get up. Both of you. Come here." His command caused them to exchange worried glances, but they stood and approached him. He had no idea if this was going to work, and even if it did he'd be blatantly exploiting their emotions, but he was desperate. He had to believe that sometimes the end did justify the means. He just hoped he reached the end he sought.

He grabbed Oriha and without giving her any warning, kissed her. It wasn't a quick one either, he held it until he felt her begin to relax into it, getting over the initial surprise. That was his cue to cut it short though. When he pulled away he could see that Kaie was uncomfortable having witnessed it, and Oriha was a little embarrass for having had a witness. It was different from when he used their noritos.

Despite that, he didn't waste time. Kaie was next. She was even more tense than Oriha, but within seconds she too succumbed to it, leaning into him and trying to prolong it as much as she could. He did his best to not let the kiss last much longer than Oriha's. When he was done with her, he could see that both were dazed and confused. Good, he'd finish what he had to say while they were still vulnerable.

"I take it you both enjoyed that?" he asked, and they nodded slowly with little hesitation. "Well you'd better have good memories, because unless you do what I ask, it's not happening again any time soon." Their jaws dropped simultaneously. Both looked horrified by his words.

"Wh-wh-what?" Oriha whined. "Noooo! You can't do that! You barely kiss me anymore as it is! That's torture!"

"You make it sound like he used to." Kaie looked a little peeved. Oriha just looked... away. "And what if we can't just start getting along?"

"I'm not expecting a miracle, but I still expect you to try," Madoka told them.

"So we try, and then what? How long does this last?"

"Until you reach a conclusion that satisfies me one way or the other."

"Like... what?" Oriha asked nervously.

"Haven't decided yet." Madoka had to keep himself from grinning evilly. Fortunately he was in just bad enough of a mood to keep his face straight.

"That's not fair!" Oriha cried, stomping angrily.

"Who said I was playing fair? I just want results! Now get to it! You can talk while you eat!" Madoka ordered impatiently. He was so sick of the drama, he was glad he was finally at least trying something.

"Where do we even start?" Oriha suddenly just looked tired and defeated.

"Well, it's a lot easier to get along with someone when you know them. So start there. Just talk about yourselves. Whatever you can think of." Madoka then grabbed a plate of food for himself. "Anyway, I'll be with the others, so have fun."

Madoka left them with one last look at their hesitant expressions. Neither were happy about this, that much was obvious. The outcome though, well, he wasn't going to get his hopes up. This was a long shot no matter how he looked at it.

This one was getting way too long. I know some people probably aren't as patient, or perhaps don't have as much time in their days as others might, so I found a spot where I could split the chapter in half to make it easier to digest. The other half will follow in a few days, maybe next weekend.

And I almost forgot... AGAIN! The theme behind the chapter tittles is a reference to Left 4 Dead, specifically the character Francis who tends to say he hates things. There's even a series of YouTube parody videos dedicated to him hating things. Benitsubasa is also an angry personality, so I figured it fit.

Til' next time!