Sexual Frustration, It Will Make You Snappy

DivineAngel

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"I don't know." He frowned at his mirrored self, examining the t-shirt he wore and what it did for him. Aya's face behind him watching.

"Turn around." He did, watching the violet eyes reach over and tug at the shirts bottom for a minute considering. Yohji suddenly appeared walking by his open dressing room stall with a pile of clothes before stopping dead to look at him..

"Tighter Ken." Yohji said.

"Tighter?" He frowned slightly turning back to the mirror. "I don't think that's me."

"Looser." Aya said, watching him sigh, and Yohji gave him a grunt before continuing to his own stall with the bundle he was holding.

"Are you really going to try all that on Yohji!" He called over the stall wall to Yohji and the sound of hangers.

"Have you ever heard of a poorly dressed assassin KenKen? You know me better than to ask." Yohji answered and he nodded at his mirrored self. That's right he did know Yohji better. Knowing Yohji, the guy would cart a few more bundles in.

"Stop Goofing off KUDOU!" He grinned at Mr. Brine's loud bark. The guy was just lingering around their area of the store and in and out of the waiting chairs in the dressing room. He turned around as Omi walked by his open door with some stuff.

"Wait!" Omi stopped, before looking down at some of the shirts he held as he pulled a few over. "I like these. Where did you find them?"

Omi smiled instantly. "I don't know, one of the racks. You like them?" Omi asked sounding thrilled with his previous comment.

"I do. Not too tight, not to loose. Very awesome." he said. Omi brightened, opening his arms a little further and letting him look at all he had. Omi didn't have such bad taste.

"Ok!" They both turned to Yohji's door as it flung open. "Wa LA!" Yohji immerged, green eyes grinning at them in some of the lowest cut jeans they'd ever seen. Omi just stared as he started laughing.

"You found those in our department Yohji-kun?" Omi asked pointing with his soft question, and Yohji grunt a -Yes- like he would be wearing pants from some other place in the store.

"God DAMNT KUDOU!" Mr. Brine literally smacked himself in the face with a heavy sigh. "BOY! Your pants must be Above your hip bones! Your supposed to dress to conceal! Not Reveal You stupid son of a bitch! Get back in that dressing room! And if I see one more-" He high tailed in back into his dressing room and Omi shot into another as Mr. Brine stood up. "-One more pair of pants like that! I'll buy them just to cram them down your throat! Are we clear!?" He stood inside his stall shushing his laughs as he watched Yohji just grin and blow Mr. Brine a kiss. "That's it! You have meals all week! And I mean all three of them!" Mr. Brine yelled, and Yohji's face went slack.

"What!?" Yohji shot.

"You heard me." Mr. Brine growled.

"All because I like you! Humph. See if I show you anymore affection Mr. Brine!" Yohji snorted walking back into his stall and he heard Mr. Brine slap himself with another hard sigh.

He grabbed the stuff he didn't want and hurried by Mr. Brine while keeping his smile hidden. The inventory they had to choose from consumed thee entire half side of the building committed to their sex, and they had most of the entire place to themselves. Mr. Brine said this building was a hook up, meaning in cahoots with them, but really it was the man's yelling that was fending off the normal people.

He dropped all the stuff he didn't want in the bin the dressing room employee had shown them, and started back out. Hoping to find the rack Omi had found he began scanning around before grinning at Aya who came towards him. Both of them started chuckling the second they made eye contact, and though they said nothing, they were both laughing at Yohji.

"I am going looser like you said." He infrormed and Aya didn't reply but he was pretty sure he saw a slight smile appear.

"You guys." Omi immerged suddenly and came right to them. "Mr. Brine's chewing Yohji out." They all stifled laughs immediately, watching Omi laugh out his words. "He's all like blah blah Kudou blah blah too tight, too provocative blah blah."

"He said that?  Said Provocative?" Aya asked grinning, and Omi nodded. "Here he comes." They all turned to Yohji who strolled from the dressing room with a heavy sigh. Watching wide smiles appear over all their faces as he came over. "Provocative?"

"Shut up Aya." Yohji just sighed looking through the rack they were all at. "What is this? Your all going girly on me. I come out and it's like a little sewing circle." they all frowned immediately, and scattered slightly just to spite Yohji's words.

Aya wandered towards sweaters, Yohji wandered back towards the leather, and he followed Omi to the rack where those t-shirts apparently came from. "This is where I got most everything." He stopped at a circular rack with Omi, following the thin boy around it and looking through stuff. Nice this just might be his rack. "I didn't know you liked…shirts like this." Omi stated and he shrugged.

"Well I am not as tight as.." He nodded and Omi turned around as Yohji came over pressing a pair of Jeans to Omi's skinny body as he approached.

"Yohji-kun." Omi turned around with a hard whisper, silencing at Yohji's -tisk tisk tisk- that just pressed the jeans back up to the lithe body, like a mother would do to her child to see if these fit. "Stop Yohji-kun I can get stuff myself." Omi hissed shoving the blonde off.

Yohji only smiled. "These will be good for you." Yohji said and he nodded when Omi glanced at him for his opinion. The jeans were another pair of faded dirty ones, and Omi looked simply annoyed with the style he was becoming to despise. "Come on Omi it brings out your hair." Yohji encouraged before grinning as Omi snatched the pants from Yohji only to shut him up.

They spent another two hours in the store before ringing up. There was no one at the nearest cash register because both Yohji and Aya had argued for some of the clothes they wanted to buy. Mr. Brine didn't have a problem with his or Omi's. He simply looked over what was in their arms, a bit less thoroughly than Aya's or Yohji's he might add. Mr. Brine obviously didn't suspect them. Even though Omi had four dreadfully provocative shirts tucked inside one of the hoodies he was getting for Yohji. And they both grinned when Mr. Brine nodded at them to go ring up, the man was non the wiser.

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He shifted in his chair to see behind him. He was expecting to see Mr. Brine walk in since the man told them to wait downstairs in their study room. Instead it was Aya, in a new outfit. That was third time Aya had change that day, Yohji was on his seventh, and he started laughing up until Aya shot him a look.

"That's a nice outfit Aya." Yohji compliment as Aya simply sat down with a -thank you- and nothing more.

"I could say the same for you Yohji." He said throwing Yohji a smile, but the guy didn't even try not to look guilty.

"I have to break them in Ken." Yohji wiggled slightly with his words. Stretching his new shirt and jeans as Omi smiled. The only one still in old clothes, because the boy said he wanted to save them. For what he couldn't' imagine, but he didn't press it considering this was really the first time Omi had gone shopping and was allowed to pick out his own clothes. He supposed if he lived in a sick twisted world like that, he'd save them too.

All of them turned towards Mr. Brine when he finally came in and shut the lights off, before flicking the projector on.

"What you'll see is your last deciding fight." Without sound they were all cast ahead onto their large white out board fighting the figures in black. "You lost miserably, without even a thirty minute front. But…." Mr. Brine pushed a few buttons and the camera zoomed out so they could see the entire room. "You managed to do many things right, the other team did not. Aside from loosing which was your major fault boys." Mr. Brine sighed, pulling out a dry erase marker as he walked up to the white board the display was on. "As well as breaking protocol a few times and calling each other by your own names. You displayed magnificent team work. Now…" the man sent them a smile. "Watch what I can do." They watched the man draw a few circles onto the picture. Circling all four of them. "Do you see yourselves?" they all nodded. "What are you doing Hidaka?"

He frowned slightly, he wasn't expecting to be called on. "Um fighting sir?"

Mr. Brine smiled. "Yes. That's blatantly obvious, does anyone know what else your doing?" Mr. Brine glanced around to all of their blank faces. "Tsukiyono?"

Omi's mouth opened, lost for an answer before finally muttering "…..Being good assassins?"

"No." Mr. Brine frowned. "I can't express enough how terrible you were. You were terrible assassins!" Omi cringed with the yell. "But you were a good team. You are fighting here, but your all also doing something very important." Mr. Brine paused, as though giving them another second to try and figure it out. "Your defending each other." The sharpie marker was capped. "Each of you, at this very moment were engaged in a fight, with a specific opponent because you were defending each other." They all blinked. No way. Yohji leaned closer a little, and Aya frowned. "Hidaka here is defending both Kudou and Tsukiyono." The sharpie marker pointed to where he could hardly see himself rolling around with that little shit he had pulled off Omi, after Yohji had started fighting it to defend Omi from a different figure in black. "Around the same time." the sharpie marker moved to Omi and Aya. "Tsukiyono is busy trying to move Fujimiya who's injured while Hidaka your knocked out." He frowned, he remembered that alright. "Kudou goes down next. Than Fujimiya to protect Tsukiyono, and finally Tsukiyono your last." The marker dropped back to Mr. Brines side with a sigh. "The point is undeniably noticeable, you lost because you were all trying to save each other. This is both good and bad. You all see a need to defend your team members, which ever serves as the weakest link, and especially Tsukiyono." Omi frowned. "However, you miss the opportunity to strike while you do this." The projection changed and Mr. Brine circled their enemy. "Your opposing team is beating you in each of the spots you see before you." Mr. Brine informed and they all became annoyed and gave Mr. Brine sour expressions as the camera zoomed in slightly. "Yet what you notice is that they are unconcerned for each other. Their youngest member is in fact much younger than Tsukiyono himself. The boy is only twelve."

"TWELVE!" Yohji choked immediately. "Twelve! He's Not!-TWELVE!!-Are-are you sure Sir! There is no way he could be twelve! He was almost stronger than I was!" Yohji exclaimed turning to them and gapping like a fish in disbelief. "There is no way a twelve year old is stronger than me Sir. Ken's hardly stronger than me. Omi's definitely not stronger than me and he's older!" Yohji yelled and Omi's frown deepened.

"He is twelve Kudou, and I share your concern. Our organization is not blind, and while you were surprised to learn you were being monitored almost round the clock the other team was not. We find it alarming there are…a number of coincidences where…facts do not add up. Such as you point out, a twelve year old boy should be no match for one six years older. Instead what we saw, was strength enough to not only over come you, but strength his physical examinations can not support. I have met this boy, he has not only *not* reached puberty, but is also petite for his age." Mr. Brine informed and you could almost hear Yohji's jaw hit the desk as the guy glared at the image on their board. "However, this boy is not the only one of his group to show oddities. Still, what I am trying to point out to you now! Is that the youngest team member here…" the sharpie marker moved and pointed to the twelve year old little shit. "…Is seen being attacked by Hidaka by both his members. One standing two feet away…neither of them do anything."

"Sir." Omi's hand went up. "Do you think that may be because his team realizes its youngest member is capable of defending himself?" Mr. Brine smiled at Omi's annoyed and almost insulted tone.

"Yes Tsukiyono, that point was rolled around. However it's natural instinct to feel a need to protect one of your own pact. It's seen in animals, and it's also seen in humans. If I back this tape up a moment, the scene where you fight this boy will play. While your two years older, and much bigger, Hidaka still willingly throws himself to your aid." Mr. Brine stated and Omi's hand dropped down to the desk with a hard sigh and glare. "Not because Hidaka feels you are incapable, you've shown in your training you should be able to handle boys your age with ease…but because in the nature of your pact you feel a need to help each other. Such as you than use all of your power to move Fujimiya to safety." Mr. Brine explained pausing for a moment to see if his last sentence would lighten Omi's expression, but the frown remained.

"So your telling us..." Yohji began pointing to the projections. "That through our entire fight, not one of them tried to help each other?" the blonde made a face, that was odd.

"That's right." Mr. Brine nodded. "Not only that but we have other missions, like the ones you trained on. In which the members also showed a lack of teamwork. They all failed to help each other on numerous levels. In fact on a number of occasion in which it was necessary for them to bring all of their team to the finish, they would purposely wait before helping whom needed it."

"Wait!?" Aya frowned a bark. "You mean they enjoyed seeing the…suffering?"

Mr. Brine nodded. "Couldn't have put it better myself Fujimiya. They not only enjoyed it, but they inflict it on each other. Just recently, within the last two weeks have we seen one of the older members begin…looking after the youngest….but after monitoring those two specifically we've drawn to the conclusion is has absolutely nothing to do with the team."

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

"They are acting supportive for other means….we believe it has something to do with the older ones sexuality."

"He's gay!" Mr. Brine frowned at Yohji's outburst. "Is that what your saying!?"

"Ew." Omi made a face and shudder.

"No! This I need to know because…I was fighting with that guy! He was all over me! Now was that just because we were…duking it out or…Ah that's so disgusting!" Yohji yelled.

"That's enough Kudou." Mr. Brine shook his head again, motioning for them all to be quiet. "Like I said the other team was aware they were being monitored. So any hard evidence that would lead to a *suspicion* like that has been impossible to obtain."

"Huh" Yohji snorted. "Hard to obtain my ass. You wouldn't be telling us if that's not what you thought." Yohji grumbled to himself loudly, and Mr. Brine said nothing because it was true, but did manage to send the blonde a firm squint.

"I have a question." Aya raised his hand, and Mr. Brine nodded. "You keep referring to them as, our other team. Am I right in assuming this is the other team trained like us?" Mr. Brine nodded. "Were they taught differently from us sir?"

They all turned to Mr. Brine, watching the man slowly inhale, considering Aya's question. "I would have to say…both yes and no Fujimiya. They were given the same obstacles you were, went through with basically the same time scores. However the did fail to capture the flag." Omi instantly broke a wide grin. "Their home life was…fairly harsher than it was for you boys however. The man in charge who has my job, Mr. Clarke is a bit more…ready to enforce punishment than I am." the all frowned, that would suck. "However I myself can not determine if it was the manner in which Mr. Clarke regarded them, or if it was their own…spiteful, almost cruel nature that made it worse."

"That's a rather formal answer sir." Aya snort when Mr. Brine finished. "Excuse me but, I was asking for your personal opinion."

"Yeah." Yohji nodded. "Off the record. Just what are we looking at?" Yohji asked and both he and Omi nodded cuasing Mr. Brine to sigh.

"Off the record, my personal opinion would be that…those boys are cold. They are cold to each other, they are cold in battle, and not *once* have I seen one go out of their way to aleve any type of suffering. Instead I've seen them purposely torment each other for amusement."

"What?" Omi blurt before immediately raising his hand. "What do you mean sir?"

Mr. Brine was quiet for a moment glancing at the projector and Aya and Yohji frowned. "If you've got footage you'd like to show us sir." Yohji gave Mr. Brine a look. "I sure as hell would like to see it." Aya nodded a -So would I- and he and Omi nodded as well causing Mr. Brine to pick up the remote.

"The clips I have are ones I was recently reviewing. They are…inappropriate to say the least." They all looked up at the footage that started playing. Frowning as the picture immediately disappeared to a heat seeking camera.

"What!?" Aya barked disapproval immediately.

"Sir I think if we're going to be assassins we can see anything on that tape." Yohji gave Mr. Brine a look, watching the man frown.

"Kudou and Fujimiya you will both shut your mouths. I would think you'd show some gratitude for being given the privilege to see anything On them! Since so far all knowledge of the other team has been kept from you."

"Only because you've never had a problem with them before." Aya stated and they all turned to the red head when Mr. Brine was quiet for a moment.

"…Very observant Fujimiya." Mr. Brine muttered before pushing play again. "I'll show you both ways. Heat first so you gain concept, skin second so you gain stomach." They all frowned, not really sure how to take that.

The footage started and they could see the blueprints of the building in a odd whitish color along with two figures. One was apparently at a counter or something, because it kept working with its hands as the second approached it. They frowned as both figures moved slightly, with hand and body while having a conversation until one attacked the other. Picking up a small object they could see because it was heated and bringing it to the others face. The figures struggled a little, as more conversation was being passed before the second clip began.

It was a midst of fighting, very violent. The heated bodies they could see, were all holding weapons swinging them with strength like they'd hope to break each others skulls. "The last clip, this one." They watched the screen change, just one small body was in its room. "Is the most disturbing to watch." they all frowned at Mr. Brine's word choice. The small figure was laying on something, moving slightly. They all frowned, and Yohji leaned forward trying to see. It looked odd, like the body was trying to get up but not. Before a second figure suddenly barged in. The first was startled, apparently yelling because its arm did a violent upset motion before pointing towards something.

"Wait I am confused." Yohji frowned, watching the figures on screen. The second came forward and started doing something. Causing different colors to smear onto its body after shoving the first around a little. Holding onto its hands, while it continued to add colors to its form before a third figure came along. Lingering where it stood, speaking before taking a seat and watching the other two. "Jesus." Yohji looked away immediately, and Omi turned to the blonde.

"What is it Yohji-kun?"

"That one." Yohji pointed towards the screen watching them all look, unable to tell which Yohji was pointing to. "That one there, the one the clown is hanging onto." The all looked to the original first figure, figuring that clown obviously referred to the one coloring itself. "Did you guys see that. I can't believe you recorded that Mr. Brine!"

"Kudou." Mr. Brine just sighed, pressing a few buttons and the first clip was back. Quickly changing from heat to skin like Mr. Brine said. The figures faces were colored over, like they do on those most wanted shows but they could now see everything else. Figure A was tall and lanky, standing in the Landry room ironing before Figure B came along. He was also tall, talking to figure A before approaching him. Without the expressions it was hard to understand but when Figure B grabbed the iron and Figure A, threatening him with the hot metal their eyebrows all shot up. "In this scene, one was ironing, the second approached him, they talked for a few moments. Nothing in their conversation was hostile, they were not arguing. Suddenly, the second was threatening the first. There was no warning for us, it came as a complete surprise. The threat was merely to see how close the iron could be gotten to the others body. They were playing, or so we've come to call it that." Mr. Brine glanced at all of their shocked and distorted faces before switching to the next scene.

The fighting was back but it was one thing to see it in heated forms, and another to see it as people. Apparently they were training with fake swords when one got mad and hit the other with it. In their training they had tripped and poked, stabbed, and even clobbered each other with their own weapons. It was always forgiven, because it was an accident. Here the little body that was unintentionally hit went all out attacking the taller form whom had hit him. Before all four were violently attacking each other with deadly hard blows. Ones that were meant to hurt each other, if not wound them enough to keep them from further battle. "They are…" Mr. Brine sighed switching the clip. "Extremely violent with each other. To say the least."

The third clip started playing and now they could see the inside of a bedroom. It was the smallest figure, laying on his bed. "Wait." Omi frowned squinting at the image to see before quickly looking away.

"Is he?" He frowned glancing at Mr. Brine and the man nodded.

"Yes the youngest is masturbating."

"Or attempting too." Yohji muttered.

"You recorded that!?" Aya yelled motioning to the projection annoyed.

Mr. Brine just nodded casually. "We do monitor your activity. Correct me if I am wrong but this does seem to be one of your regular activities."

"OUR Activities!?" He choked watching Mr. Brine pause and turn to them. "OUR! Our? You mean our, as in us sitting here? Our Activities!?"

Mr. Brine smiled before choking a laugh. "Haha. Yes." His mouth dropped open, and Omi got wide eyed. "You are recorded, our cameras do not monitor your bathroom or bedrooms, however when you were told we were going to learn about you. We did mean all aspects about you. So for specifics we did operate all cameras."

"Ah" Yohji's head slumped forward to the table with a groan. His forehead banging against the wood as Omi's face filled with a red color before the boy covered most of his eyes and face with his hand.

"We have dates and times for all of you. Spanning over a two week period." Mr. Brine explained.

"Two weeks!" Aya was mad, frowning at Mr. Brine with a violated aggressive frown. "That's a little much isn't it."

"Yeah! Don't we have to…sign something before you can…just do that! That's illegal! It's pornography!" he yelled.

Mr. Brine grunt a smile at their outbursts. "Well feel free to notify the police Hidaka." Mr. Brine chuckled and he choked at the reply.

"Every time?" Yohji muttered still head down, and only looking up to see Mr. Brine nod.

"Enough to get an average of how many times a day and week you participate. Each of you have two separate heated scenes in which you participate and one skin." Omi choked a small noise when the boy heard that and Aya was blushing now. "Its essential battle information, though you might not understand how."

"Ok!" Aya held up a hand for silence. "We don't want to know sir."

"Can I see my file?" Yohji's head snapped up with his hand.

"What!?" He turned to Yohji's question with a choke. "What for!? Are you crazy!?"

"So I can destroy it. Ken You moron." Yohji growled

"Yes can we destroy them please?" Omi's hand went up too. The boy was still tense and blushing at full capacity as Mr. Brine shook his head. "Why!? You've gotten the data you need sir, why do you have to keep…the footage?"

Mr. Brine shrugged. "It's not my call."

"Well who's call is it?" Aya snapped bitterly.

"Oh my god." Yohji's eyes widened. "It's her isn't it. The ball-buster! It's her's!" Omi's face got worse, spreading the red color to his small ears, and Mr. Brine sighed with Manx's nick name before suppressing a humored smile. "It is!" Yohji choked with Mr. Brine's sigh. "Oh my god! That cakey girl is just home!...Watching us do that!"

Omi's shot to Mr. Brine shaking no. "Is she allowed to do that!?" Omi cried raising a hand as well, and Mr. Brine face faulted and sent it to Yohji.

"No. Your files are all kept at the station. Things of that nature are not reviewed unless necessary." Mr. Brine almost growled.

"What do you mean things of that nature." Aya gave Mr. Brine a suspicious squint. "Do you have other things?"

"What else could he have." Yohji snort before suddenly looking concerned. "Do you have other things?" Yohji blurt spinning from Aya to Mr. Brine

"That's it." Mr. Brine frowned reaching to shut off the projector. "Do I have anyone In this room who wants to see this clip?" they were all quiet, glaring at Mr. Brine. "Do I?!"

"Yes sir." They all grumbled, watching it un-pause. The little figure was happily doing his thing until someone bust in on him. The little figure made a frantic move for privacy as he started yelling for the second to leave. Instead the second came forward, shoved the little one around some before binding his hands in his own. The small body struggled a while before surrendering. The one holding him pulling out a knife and they all cringed. Not wanting to know where this was going, but unable to pull their eyes away. Yet instead of cutting the little body like they thought, the figure began cutting himself. Hence the colored lines they had seen before.

"This is sick." Aya frowned, looking away as a third figure came in. Talking to the two before just watching. All of them stared ahead, even Aya who finally couldn't stand not to look. They all watched disgusted until the clip ended and Mr. Brine turned off the projector.

"Sir." Yohji leaned back in his chair fast, sighing as he pushed the desk away. "I am…seriously disturbed here. On more than one level, and I would like you to know it's your fault."

Mr. Brine nodded. "Point taken Kudou. I will think more carefully before showing you boys clips from your opposing team."

"Clips nothing!" He yelled watching Mr. Brine turn to him. "Who cares what they do! I am disturbed about this! About us!" Mr. Brine only nodded.

"Upstairs and garden boys, work off that energy and think this over."

"No!" He stood up pointing towards the ground. "I am Not done! There's something wrong with that! No one said you could just bust into our private affairs! I have a problem with that Sir!"

Mr. Brine stopped putting the projector away and turned to him. "Nicely put Hidaka, but you *are* done. Now march upstairs and start gardening before I put a different kind of clip on this projector." His eyes widened, even though Mr. Brine was bluffing.

The bluff was enough for Omi, the boy was up and leaving the room instantly, and Yohji following shaking his head with Aya right behind him looking extremely pissed as he scrambled out of there. Following everyone upstairs and outside with a grimace of disgust all over his face.

"I don't want to be mean guys but…I think there is seriously something wrong with the other team." Omi finally broek the silence while still frowning.

"Omi there is more than one thing wrong with the other team." Yohji spit. "When I was In battle with that guy, and Ken you knocked the little one out. He went crazy. It didn't occur to me until Mr. Brine said what he did." he nodded at Yohji's frowning comment as the blonde pulled on an apron. "Which is Insane! Who ever said we would have to be fighting guys who would be checking us out!"

Omi shuttered, and Aya made a face. "Good thing you've been working out Yohji." Aya said, and  Yohji turned on a dime to Aya's statement and sly smile.

"Hey shut up Aya!" Yohji snapped.

"No." He grinned watching the blonde turn to him. "I don't know Yohji. Your clothes are kinda provocative I'd have to say if I did swing that way…I'd go for you."

"Nice try guys." Yohji grinned a wink at them. "But you heard what Mr. Brine said. He's a sicko. Likes the little one, I am in the clear it's Omi he's going to go for."

"What!?" Omi turned around from where he was calmly putting his apron on. His face a little pale and highly distressed. "What'd you say Yohji-kun?"

"That sicko on the screen's going for you Omi. Mr. Brine said." Yohji shrugged his comment, and Omi's face got paler.

"Omi you'll be fine." Aya gave Yohji a look as he ran his arm around Omi's shoulders. "We'll sacrifice Ken before you."

"What!?" He frowned following Yohji out to the yard and grabbing a shovel. "What'd I ever do to you Aya!"

"What'd you ever do for me Ken?" the red head smirked as he pat Omi's back. "Last time I asked Omi to get me a drink, he went and got me one. You didn't."

"Yeah." He grunt, digging a hole so Yohji could plant some flowers. "That's because *I* think you're a lazy, moody son of a bitch."

"Well." Aya shrugged. "That's why I would sacrifice you first." He frowned as Yohji started laughing. "Either way. I say we stay away from our other team until we learn more about them."

They all nodded. "Yeah and no more asking Mr. Brine any disturbing questions." He quickly added. "I'll just freak if that guys lying and they really are recording the bathroom and bedrooms."

"Why Ken?" Yohji gave him a sly grin as hr looked up. "You got something to hide?"

"Shut up Yohji. Your chart probably runs every twenty minutes." He grinned his insult, but Yohji only shrugged.

"Least I can get it up. Yours is probably once a week."

"You guys are retarded." Omi said and they both turned to the boy whom stood there holding a flower for Aya and shaking his head at them. "Here hold this flower so I can go puke." Omi gave them both looks as he shoved the flower and dirt at them. "The thought of either of you doing any of that makes me sick, if I am lucky I'll vomit up my heart and die before I come back geez." They watched Omi shake his head and start back towards the green house to get the hose. Both he and Yohji watching while slowly sprouting grins before glancing at each other.

"He's getting it up the least." He said grinning.

"Sexual frustration." Yohji shrugged. "It will make you snappy."

"Haha." they both looked down at Aya's chuckle. Watching the red head stop digging and just laugh hard. To the point where they had to imitate as they watched Omi whom was across the yard unsuspectingly getting the hose like he was asked.

It was a nice sunny day, so far gardening had been fun. The least disturbing event so far

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Hehe, I know that chapter was short. Just a little fun, inspired by musings with my sister Review Please! Don't worry I'll try and post the next chapter up quickly cause this was like a jip in comparison to my other chapter lengths. Ja!