Saba: I'm back!
Pai: *steps out* Boo.
Saba: Uh... where is everybody?
Pai: *points to closet* I eliminated them.
Saba: O_O Not funny, Pai... o-open the closet.
Pai: *summons fan* Don't worry, there aren't any skeletons in there-
Saba: Thank God-
Pai: -except you.
Saba: *laughs nervously* Halloween was weeks ago, P-Pai... hehe, cue the story. By Saba's Reflection, at that!
Pai: DON'T YOU DARE-
*screaming is heard in the background, but don't you go sexist and say it's a girl!*
Kisshu: Isn't it? o.o *sniff* I smell gasoline...
Love Potion
Element Of Surprise
Kisshu continued to hold her hand once the transportation to his bedroom was complete. His eyes were fixed on her own, but she was reluctant to return the gaze.
"Ano... y-you can l-let go now..."
It was a hard process, but Retasu eventually slipped her hand from his grasp. She noticed the love potion made affection an obsession, rather than one's happiness to be in the presence of the other. It was almost as if the connection had been broken from the moment she forced him to release her, but it remained dormant in his eyes, she could see it now. The pink swirls in his pupils proved it.
Kisshu smiled oddly.
"Taruto will give up his bed for you."
"And you're so s-sure?"
He chuckled dramatically.
"I'll be right back."
Ten minutes had passed.
Retasu sat comfortably on Kisshu's single bed, her hands supporting her head as she stared into the blank walls of her asylum. Why she considered it to be one, she'll never know, but its appearance could be compared to that of a mental institution, although it was filled with a mild violet rather than the intense white which probably drove sane people mad in the first place. She knew without having to ask that Kisshu's persuasion skills... well, they sucked. It was a fact if the reason the whole room was shaking was because of Taruto's next door.
The war raged on next door, where the once cuddly room of the youngest alien had suddenly been transformed into a battlefield.
Taruto defended himself by taking cover behind a brown leather couch, which was tilted backwards due to the attacks which came from each side. His weapons were a pile of stuffed bears he had stolen from Purin, but apparently they were reduced to cotton wool before they could even reached the ground again, for Kisshu was using kitchen utensils on his side. He hid in the hallway corageously, a cereal bowl resting neatly over his head like a sombrero. In his hand was a pitchfork he found in the closet.
"Give it up, Taruto! Your room is not yours!"
"What?! As if I'm giving it to a fish finger, let alone that old hag you used to lust after!"
Kisshu growled, pulling on his bowl before charging into the bedroom again.
The results would be disastrous.
It was even worse that Pai was closing in on the situation, his nose twitching as if smelling trouble instead of overhearing it.
If it's Kisshu I'll wring his freaking neck by the noose. Won't Deep Blue-sama love that!
Pai decided to achieve the element of surprise like Kisshu had done earlier, noticing the door to his bedroom which was wide open. He would have to be quick in his movements if he didn't want his prey to escape through the opening, but what he suspected was inside wasn't what he initially thought. But he planned to teleport, a technique which was bound to shock the opponent.
Pai summoned his fan before spotting the shadow of the slender figure occupying the bedroom, clenching his fist triumphantly as this gave him the opportunity to know the coordinates as to where they were standing.
His intentions were hardly good, but vengeance was bittersweet, no?
Within the blink of an eye, he had already teleported into the room, grabbed the occupant by the wrist and slammed them against the wall, only to lock gazes with a pair of sapphire gems in place of the two golden orbs he was looking forward to glaring at continuously.
Retasu whimpered. His eyes widened.
"Y-You?!"
Zakuro: So who was screaming, Saba?
Saba: Well, it wasn't me, in case sexism informed you so. As soon as you hear a scream you think it's a girl, no?
Jazz: It was Pai-chan, wasn't it?! D:
Pai: *bangs on closet* LET ME OUT!
Saba: Don't open it. It's called anger management therapy. Keep him locked up for as long as possible, and he'll be a reformed soul afterwards. Speaking of therapy... did you guys see Kisshu? ^_^
Jazz: Uh... o.o
Kisshu: *runs in circles* I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE!
Saba: Gasoline leak. ^_^; Sorry... hehe, see you next time, folks! And thanks for reminding me, Izzy! This didn't cross my mind until you mentioned it. :P