Choice of Music: First Kiss - Aa!, Boten Anna - Basshunter

Chapter 6 - Boy Pick On Girls

Days eventually turned to weeks, and then before she knew it, almost an entire month had passed since she came to live with her uncle. During that time, Jealousy was nice enough to introduce her into some of the other douji and their Masters. The ones that she was getting along with well were Mizho, a gothic high school girl about her age, and her douji Palace the Lazy; and Hana, a little girl about five years old with her douji, Edile the Gluttony.

And not a day went by that she and Vice didn't have an argument or almost beat each other bloody. Today's subject: A can of pepsi.

"That was my last can, you ass!" Kia yelled at the green douji, who was chugging down the can as fast as he could while holding her back. After finishing the soda, he crushed the can, and let out a loud belch. He flew the belch in her face, and she made a look of disgust. "And now it's gone," he said, giving her a dirty smirk.

She slugged him as hard as she could in his stomach, earning an "oomph!" in reward.

"You little shit!" he grabbed her shirt and threw her violently against the couch. She bounced off the cushions and landed on the floor with a thump. Her hand darted under the couch as she pulled out a metal baseball bat he didn't know she had hidden there. "EN GARDE!" Kia swung her weapon of mass destruction, and Vice ducked, feeling the wind blow his hair.

"Missed! Ha!" Her bat and his gauntlet clashed, sounds of metal clanging against each other echoed through the apartment.

"Are you two at it again?" they heard K ask. Kia immediately the bat behind her back, giving her uncle an innocent smile. "Vice started it!" she said.

Vice glared at her and, if looks could kill, her brain would have splattered all over the wall and furniture behind her. K gave a sigh of defeat, and asked Kia, "Are you sure your ready for tomorrow?"

Kia groaned. "Do I really have to go to school?"

"Yes. That was one of the conditions that Aleksandr said."

Kia inwardly damned the elderly doctor to the lowest pits of the abyss. "So, where exactly am I going?"

K explained to her all about the building called Senjo Academy and what class she would be in a stuff like that while she made drinks in the kitchen; coffee for him, tea for her. She had to force herself to not let her mind wander.

"The Bitch is going to be gone all day, now? Yes!" Vice said, snickering.

"Kia's will have a lock on her room while she's gone during the day. So no snooping," K winked at Kia, and Kia smiled. Vice's trademark smirk went away, and he slouched on the chair, grumbling to himself.

He seemed to almost perk up when one of his favorite murder-mystery shows came on, and he zoned into the tv. K turned to Kia, and talked in a low voice. "Have you and him started getting along at all?"

"No. He's rude, inconsiderate, and a pain in my ass. He complains all the time, and he's done nothing but irritate me since I got here," she said, setting her head on the table.

"Well, you know how the old saying goes," K said, blowing on the coffee to cool it down.

"What?" Kia started to take a sip of her tea.

"Boys pick on girls because they like them." Kia choked on her tea, couching violently. K patted her back, trying to help the poor girl.

"I HEARD THAT!" Vice yelled from the living room. "AND I DO NOT!"

"Denial. Not only a river in Africa," K mumbled under his breath.

"I HEARD THAT TOO! YOU'LL STOP TALKIN' SHIT LIKE THAT IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, K!"

Kia looked at the man, and said "I highly doubt that's possible, uncle." Her face had turned grim, and he almost cracked a smile. "Then why else does he pick on you?"

"Because he's a sick, sadistic bastard."

"True. True." He nodded his head in agreement with her.

Kia sighed, picking up her tea. 'Besides, he's the Ultimate Evil. I don't think love is possible for him,' she thought to herself. 'Wait, why do I care? I don't care.' She shrugged away the thought, and drank.

Kia tip-toed around the small apartment, hoping she wouldn't wake K or Vice. Her uncle was snoring obnoxiously in his room, and Vice had dissapeared underneath the blankets piled messily on the couch. If she focused enough, she could see some of his hair poking out at one end.

She had her uniform all ready and neat, and had a pair of baggy leggings covering her legs. After grabbing her cellphone and handbag, she got ready to start out the door when she heard K ask her, "Leaving already?" He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and placing on his glasses. "Yeah. Don't really wanna wake Vice up, or he'll start having a fit on how I'm too loud and 'why can't you ever be quiet?' blah blah blah mumbo jumbo."

K smiled. "Well, have a nice day today at school. You'll have to tell me about it when you get home.

"Okay uncle. See you later."

K yawned, trying to decide whether to get ready for the day or go back to bed. He decided on the latter. Either way, Vice would let him know when he was hungry.