Yay chapter 5! I'm on a roll this week! Also NOTE: I will be starting a mini-fic called KarakuriChristmas, with Kia and the gang! Starting December, I will be posting the chapters. So if you like this fanfic so much, I hope you will be interested enough to read that one.

Choice of Music: Lullaby - Hypnogaja, The Devil's Trill - Vanessa Mae

Chapter 5 - Patience Isn't My Virtue

Kia rubbed her eyes sleepily, wishing she could have slept in more. K had purposely gotten up to let her know that he needed to go get more supplies to help repair the hole in the wall, and that she was to make sure that the apartment would stay in one piece.

Images shown across the television screen, showing different clips and new bulletins about accidents or some fun jazz going on with celebrity so-and-so or some shindig going on downtown.

She was silently as Vice came in through the window and plopped down on the chair. He nonchalantly reached over and stole the remote from her side and changed the channel. "I was watching that," she said, glaring at him.

Without even looking at her, he replied "Yeah. And now you're not."

"I had the remote first."

"I'm more important."

She was as he moved his eyes slowly from the tv to her, seeing her giving (or attempting to) him the ultimate death glare.

"You're an ass."

"You just noticed?"

Kia picked up the pillow next to her and chucked it at him. The green douji dodged it with ease. "You're aim sucks."

She growled at him. "You're just trying my patience today, aren't you?"

Vice smirked, and retorted "You have patience? I guess its true that you learn something new everyday." Kia grunted at him rudely as she stood to go to the kitchen, picking up the cerial bowl to take to the sink. "I'm hungry," he complained.

She turned on the hot water, attempting to ignore him. Lathering soap onto a dishrag, she starting to wash some of the dirty dishes that had been left overnight.

"Bitch, I said I'm hungry." Kia still ignored him, half-hoping that if she ignored him long enough that he would stop pestering her.

"Bitch. Bi~itch," he droned on. Resisting the urge to strangle him, she resumed washing the dishes.

Vice took a deep breath, and shouted "KIA!"

She spun on her heels and screamed "FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD, WHAT?"

"I'm hungry. Make me something to eat." There was a clatter as he dodged the large metal ladle she used as a projectile. "Missed again." He felt a sharp whap upside the back of his head, realizing she had just hit him with the second ladle in her hand.

"How about then? Did I miss you then?" Kia asked, the very little amount of patience she had was wearing thin very fast. She had to move quickly to dodge the clawed gauntlet reaching out to, most likely, smash her against the wall.

As she raised her weapon of choice to smack him again, she heard a key turn the lock, and saw K come through the door.

"Well, what do you know, the apartment is still in one piece," she heard him say. Her uncle was carrying a bag of some groceries, but nothing that looked like it could repair a wall. "Uncle K?"

"Hm?" he replied, setting the bag on the counter.

"I thought you were getting stuff to fix the wall?"

"Oh, I think I'll just hire someone for that."

"Oh, okay then." She and Vice exchanged twin glares of death, as she returned to the sink.

"Kia, I got you something," he said to her, rummaging through the bag. He pulled out a small square looking box, almost flat on one side.

"A cd?" she asked. "Thank you," she smiled.

"Check out the artist."

Kia took a small peek at the cover, and nearly squeeled. Nightwish. Her uncle had gotten one of their best, and her favorite, cd's of all time. "Thank you!" she said, hugging her uncle tightly. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

K laughed at her enthusiasm. "You're very welcome. And I got more Calpis* and hamburg steak for you, Vice."

Kia finished the dishes, and ran to her room, nearly slamming the door behind her. A few minutes later, they could hear Nemo being played.

"K."

"Yes, Vice?"

"I'm hungry. Make me something to eat."

"Sure, Vice."

Just as K was about to get busy with cooking something for the douji, Kia popped her head out of her room.

"Hey, K?"

"Yes, Kia?"

"Were you the one who put me to bed last night?"

K shook his head silently, shrugging his shoulders. "Are you sure you didn't walk there yourself?"

Kia looked towards Vice, who was into a crime show at the moment. "Yeah, pretty sure."

Please leave your thoughts. It would be helpfull. Sorry the chapter was so short.

*Calpis-Japanese uncarbonated soft drink. The beverage has a light, somewhat milky, and slightly acidic flavor, similar to plain or vanilla-flavored yogurt or Yakult. Its ingredients include water, nonfat dry milk and lactic acid, and is produced by lactic acid fermentation.