Author's note: Would you look at that? Two years have passed since the last chapter... I am so sorry to keep you all waiting. I present to you the third offense to save my butt. I apologize if it feels very abrupt, but the idea is too good to pass. Enjoy. -Vari
Hibari Kyouya was not pleased with what he saw when he awoke that particular morning. He instinctively strolled into the kitchen for an answer.
"Good morning Kyouya! Did you have a nice rest?"
"Tsunayoshi. What. Is. This."
"You noticed? That gorgeous shade of purple matched your violet shirt and black suit so well! I took the liberty to have you look your best by applying it on for you!"
"Shut up, Herbivore."
"Calm down, Kyouya. No need to get violent. It's only nail polish. I frankly think you look exotic in that hue."
"I appreciate the compliment. Any last words?"
"Let's talk this over in a civilized manner."
"Of course, with my tonfa. Before that, do enlighten me, Tsunayoshi. How did you do it?"
"Promise me you won't get mad? All it took was a shot of brandy to knock you out cold- "
A loud collision ensued, followed by silence.
"That explains the throbbing pain in my head."
Hibari Kyouya exited the kitchen to find aspirin and acetone, leaving Sawada Tsunayoshi's comatose body engraved in the cracking wall. That was the last time Sawada Tsunayoshi painted his nails without consent, at least in purple.