Complicated
Women are complicated. Or at least that's the excuse men give when put in a situation they aren't able to deal with. In their defense, we can be pretty damn unreasonable at times, but sometimes they're just asking for it. Just how many fingers must you get bitten off to learn not to poke the lion anyways?
There are so many wrong tings to say to a crying woman (of course, there are also so many right things to say, but those are, sadly, usually left unspoken). A prime example of that would be:
"So I guess this means you aren't gonna help me with this project then, huh?" Byakuran Gesso, one future mafia boss, asked his classmate and friend, while holding up a folder filled with the materials needed for the project in question. The question itself is legitimate. But, what earned him a glare reserved for bullies, creepy strangers and that one cat that from next door is the fact that he completely ignored the obviously devastated young girl. Said girl, Deni, was lying on her bed, hugging the still too big for her pillow to her chest and bawling her eyes out.
Byakuran just blinked and proceeded to poke the lion.
"So are you?" He asked in a slightly impatient voice.
The only thing he succeeded in was getting a pillow thrown to his face, while the young brunette stormed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Now even more confused, the white haired boy walked up to the door and knocked carefully.
"Deni? I get the feeling you're not feeling well." Bless his clueless soul; he sure knows how to dig graves for himself. One can only wonder what he will do with so many.
"Go away! I want to be alone!" The girl shouted from inside the bathroom.
"Are you sure? Well, I guess I'll see you at school then." He turned around, only for the door to open and a weight to suddenly attach itself to his back, and something wet to stain his shirt. The level of his confusion was not even funny. Sniffling sounds could be heard from behind him as the girl spoke.
"Vinnie died!" She cried into the taller child's back.
"You mean Vinnie the gold fish? Don't you have three more?" The young masochist added fuel to the flame. On queue, the green eyed beast pushed him with as much strength a somewhat sickly twelve year old girl can posses and sat on her bed again, angrily.
"I can't believe you! I love them all the same! So what, if someone killed one of your parents, it would be ok, 'cause you'd still have the other?" She shouted at him.
"You can't compare fish with parents." The young Guesso argued somewhat grumpily.
"I can too!" The Brillo child argued back.
"O? And why is that?" By now, they were exchanging those deadly child glares.
"I just can!" Deni argued back with a tone of finality.
Byakuran replied by storming out of her house. He racked his hand through his hair in expiration.
"Girls are so complicated! And I bet it only gets worse when they become women!" He shouted earning chuckles from the male neighbors and disapproving looks from the female ones.
Oh how right was he.