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--Baka-chan--

Temper Tantrums

"JEEZ!!" Dojima let out a frustrated shout as she banged her head on the desktop nearby "Why the hell won't they turn the power back on so we can get out of here and GO ON WITH OUR LIVES?!"

By now, no one was listening to her. The first time she'd exploded like that, they'd paid some attention, but now, they just blocked her whiney voice out. Sakaki's eye was beginning to twitch because of just how long a day it had been, though it was only noon.

In the dead of summer heat, with absolutely no air conditioning and no way of opening the windows, the heat inside the office was beginning to take its toll on the Witch Hunter's minds. Sweat pouring down their faces was enough to piss them off, but starting to feel woosey on top of it? Now that was too much. Since Karasuma had taken the last of the coffee, no one was in the best mood today anyway.

Dojima gave a growl that seemed to be inhuman and almost animal like as she stood up from her chair and stomped her foot "Sakaki, Michael, Amon, turn your heads!" when their eyebrows raised in a silent inquiry of 'what the hell is she talking about?' Dojima just shook her head and turned her back to them.

As her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and started to yank it off, the men (excluding Sakaki) gasped and turned their heads as did the women. The sound of her shirt landing on the floor was enough to tell them not to look that way again.

They heard Sakaki's laughter from behind them "Dojima come on! It's no more than what they'd see if you were wearing a bathing suite!"

This eased their minds a bit and Robin alone allowed herself to turn and look. She sighed and shrugged lightly. Just a white bra, almost like the top of a bikini. Miho's eyes strayed to the shirt that laid on the floor. Even though she was sweating, and on the verge of heat stroke, she took it off the floor and shoved it on over her blouse. She had a plan in the works to see if she could deter Michael's eyes.

Robin shook her head as she saw Dojima standing there in not but her underclothes. Though she wasn't exposing more than what could be expected on the beach or even near a pool, it was still a little odd. Yurika lifted her blonde hair off her neck and waved her hand at her skin to try and get some feeling of wind.

The youngest hunter sighed and lifted her hands up to her hair. She took out both of the red ribbons that tied up her hair and then shook it around to get the odd kinks left by the tight up-do. Robin stood up and offered one of them to Dojima who took it gratefully and pulled her hair up.

Amon had let himself look after a while...and was now beginning to wonder if there wasn't more wrong than just the power being out. He sniffed the air and shook his head. Obviously there wasn't a gas leak...so why in the world would his colleagues act like this? Was JUST the heat to blame?

Dojima let out another growl "It's so damn hot in here!" her fingers played with the top of her skirt, and Sakaki leaned forward a bit in his chair. Shaking her head and turning to walk away, Dojima didn't even notice Sakaki's interest until the sound of the chair falling and a grunt from the boy was heard.

Desperately holding back a laugh, Robin covered her mouth and her face turned beet red. Amon just rolled his eyes, and grumbled something under his breath.

"Damn chair" Sakaki mumbled as he sat the chair back up and crashed down into it.

The ever responsible Amon was silent to the others, but in his mind was going through a checklist of the things they'd need.

Ok...food...invade Michael's stash...water...again, Michael's stash...sleeping arrangements...Robin on the couch...Dojima on the bench...Miho...hmm...maybe we could clear a desk...Michael...not sure if he sleeps...Sakaki can tough it out and sleep on a chair.

Hearing the sound of rustling beside him shook Amon out of the la-la land of his mind. His eyes were as wide as saucers when he saw Robin peel off her large burgundy jacket and the first layer of her black dress. He shook his gaze away.

Please don't be like Dojima, please don't be like Dojima...

But it was too late for anyone to object. Robin yanked off the bottom layer of her black dress and was left with a white tank top like thing on her top half and her white underwear. Amon tried not to think about it as her being half naked in the presence of 3 men before he realized there was no other way to think about it. At that moment, he decided just not to think about it.

When everyone's attention was on Robin, Miho grabbed to two layers of Robin's dress and shoved them on. She figured she'd wait for more clothes to be shed before she put on the burgundy jacket.

Miho's head was beginning to hurt from all the heat going through her, and she hoped that no one would notice it... Maybe it was the heat that was making her feel like they wouldn't. Eventually, they'd see it, but she'd lie her way out of it then.

Shaking his head, Sakaki stood up and pulled off his green windbreaker. Dojima began to laugh.

"Come on Haruto! The shirt comes off!" She nudged Robin's arm to try to get her to play along. Robin just blushed horribly and looked toward the other side of the room.

Looking to Amon as if for permission, Sakaki shrugged and pulled his blue shirt off. Dojima whistled and Sakaki gave a small chuckle and shook his head. This was quickly becoming a game that Amon didn't want to be a part of. The simple fact that a bunch of teenagers were having their little fun in a place of unusual business made him want to punish them all. He blinked as he realized just how old he sounded.

"Well, who's up next?" Sakaki said with a small laugh.

Dojima looked toward Michael and pointed at him "It'd be Michael"

The boy had gotten a huge ego boost from what he'd done to Ms. Karasuma last night, though he'd never admit it. Without one second more of sweaty hesitation, his shirt was off and draped over the back of his chair.

"You people..." Amon muttered.

"Oh come on Mr. Amon. We're just trying to get cooler" Haruto said in his normal tone.

Amon turned his gaze to Robin who was tying her hair up in a ponytail with her last ribbon. Eventually, his cold gaze had swept over the entire room. Was it worth being so uncomfortable just so that he could remain professional? Die of heat stroke, or just take the damn shirt off...oh these tough decisions.

Amon sighed and pulled his long black shirt off, not bothering to unbutton it. He sat there then, arms ever crossed over his chest and glaring. In the back of his mind, he knew he looked better than the other men, but he never would have voiced that.

"Now you Miho" Dojima said, then stopped when she saw that every single article of clothing that had been shed...was now covering Miho. She looked as though she was going to go outside to play in the snow that didn't exist. "Um...Miho?"

"Ms. Karasuma, what are you doing?" Sakaki held back a laugh.

"What? Can't a woman layer up sometimes?" She asked, her voice slightly weak.

"It's over 90 degrees in here Ms. Karasuma...why would you ever want to layer up?" Michael asked innocently.

She glared over at him "You of all people should..." She trailed off and blinked slowly as the world turned to a blur and the voices faded in her ears. The office and all who dwelled within it were drowned out, by a whirl of black.