Boys these days

"Why are you so controlling??"

Yoji screamed. Being as frustrated as he was with his red headed accomplice, It had been extremely hard to keep his ever growing temper. His head ached, his foot was tingly from stomping it so hard, and his palms hurt from fingernails digging uncomfortably into his skin. Aya, at whom he was directing his forcible comments, was leaning casually against the doorway leading into Ken's room, witch angered the blonde even farther. Ken was present, although he really didn't know what was going on. He was frozen, hands still poised on the ball pump (not that kind you Yaoi monkeys) that was pumping air into a deflated soccer ball, witch was still slowly loosing air.

"I'm not, Yoji, Don't work yourself up."

"How in the blue bloody hell - "

"Er, uh, do you have to do that right in front of my door? It's kinda distracting."

The brunette interrupted. The playboy's face molded into a look of mock horror as he directed his gase slowly upon Ken.

"Oh, no Ken!! I haven't distracted you from the hugely important task of blowing up that obviously trashed soccer ball, have I?"

A dramatic hand slapped Yoji's forehead as the assassin looked away at the hallway's ceiling.

"Oh, God, Please forgive me!! May lightning strike me till I die, Please!! May A thousand elephants kick sand in my sandals!! May a million monkeys put peas in my soup!!! PEAS!!!"

At the end of his dramatic speech, he continued by yelling directly at Aya, waving his arms around like a maniac.

"If you'll excuse me, your royal hienieness, I'll be in my room trying to impale my own head on a sharp wooden stick, Thank You!!!"

With that, Balinese stomped away, slamming the door of his room so hard Ken's famous soccer player calendar fell to the ground. The brunette's eyebrows shot up expectantly at Aya's effortless stance. The redhead looked at him for a while before standing up straight.

"I told Yoji's stripper that there was no bachelor party here today. She went home."

He shuffled away, socks gathering static electricity on the freshly vacuumed carpet and Ken nodding, satisfied with the explanation.

"By the way, " Aya remarked over a retreating shoulder, "That ball is trash."

The brunette's mouth fell open, jaw muscles failing him for a while. Pulling himself back together, he shook his head, rolled his eyes and gave a descreet smirk.

" Boys these days."