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[Haruaki :o)]

[/color] It took him a moment to really process the situation, but his late reaction was still one to note. "OH MY GOD, FUCKING ASS! NO! MY STUPID FUCKING PANCAKE, HOLY GREAT DEPTHS OF FUCK!" He took up the pan and threw it at the sink, where it would clatter against the basin before he began to scream more obscenities. The commotion could easily be heard by passersby through the open window.[/font][/justify][/center][/ul]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

As Kumiko stumbled through a row of streets, she realised that she had no real objective at the moment. Nothing to do, no where to interest her and no one around. She may've been the type to embrace solitude rather than endure it, but today a wave of fear overwhelmed her instead. The world was a scary place for a girl like her; even the corner she was about to turn could lead to a fatality.

Fortunately, it only gave her a small fright. A loud clanging noise could be heard faintly from one of the endearing buildings leaning over her, followed by muffled shouts of anger. She brushed a quivering hand against her mouth, hesitating to see whatever had happened to whoever was inside. It was curiousity versus fear and - usually - fear would've one in a single knock out. Today, however didn't seem to be the case.

The frightened mouse tip-toed toward the trap, preparing herself for whatever lay on store. Of course there was a very small chance that something could open the door and slit her throat in an instant, but Kumiko wasn't the type to take chances. Even so she knocked on the door ever so quietly. In fact it wasn't even a knock; more of a small tap. She took a deep breathe as she always did when facing fear, and braced for the worst.

[Haruaki :o)]

[/i] on the front door. He sighed and turned on his heels, sauntering over to the door, figuring his pancake would be okay for the next moment.

He, being Kohaku, swung open the door back almost all the way until he could lean his shoulder into the edge of the slab of wood. He gripped the doorknob and raised his eyebrows at the girl, whom he'd never seen before in his life. He was confused until he replayed his display of anger to himself. He was a lot louder than he used to be. Oops.

Nevertheless, he still barked his greeting. "What would the likes of someone like you want at this ungodly fucking hour?" Although it would make you think he was going to shoo you, Kohaku picked himself up out of his slugging posture and gestured for her to come in, closing the door behind her. Kumiko would find that there was a convenient cupboard to lean on by the door if she decided to come into the inviting warmth. "If you're here for Haruaki or something you're just gonna have to wait your ugly ass somewhere, okay?" There wasn't much of an angry tone to this remark as he reclaimed his spot in front of his ill breakfist. "Fuckass wakes up at this time anyways."[/i] He muttered.

As if on cue, a belligerently sleepy Haruaki would emerge from a door in the far right that was placed next to the living room, the door closing loudly as he exited. The man's right hand was intertwined with his hair as he brushed his strewn hair out of his eyes. He yawned, his notice of Kumiko completely nonexistent because of this. His left hand was holding up his white and purple polkka-dotted bedsheets around his waist, presumably wearing boxers underneath. Hopefully, oh god, hopefully. His clown makeup wasn't on yet, either.

Coming through the connecting living room to kitchen, Haruaki would find himself behind Kohaku, wrapping his right and free hand around his waist as he craned his neck to set his cheek on the grump's head.

"That smells motherfuckin' awful, brother," he chuckled.

"Shut up, fuckass, there's someone here! I think they're lost," Kohaku spat as he ran his elbow back, nudging Haruaki out of his bubble so he would turn to Kumiko.

"Oh! Uh, well, motherfucking hi, sister." His voice was thick with friendliness, despite the groggy, sleepy undertone. He smiled warmly at her.

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[Kumiko | Yuki]

Kumiko's brain rattled as the disturbance residing within the house just seemed to get louder as every second dripped by. Kumiko was having a wave of thoughts implode her mind, as she accessed her decision on checking in on whoever resided inside. It was too late now however, as she could hear various footsteps pressurizing the floorboards.

As the door swung open in such a tyranny of force. A squeal escaped her stuttering lips while her legs flung her back, escaping the weaponized slab of wood. She wouldn't of been surprised if it shattered instantaneously. From behind the door, arrived an obscure looking man, riddled with hate and anger. She could've heard his personality from a mile a way. It seemed as if her presence puzzled the obscurity standing before her, but her shy little voice wouldn't be heard over the racket.

Instead he greeted her with a bit of saliva aimed at her face, and a rather rude question. "What would the likes of someone like you want at this ungodly fucking hour?" This retort both confused and worried poor Kumiko. She wasn't used to such confidence, apart from her little scene with the fearful Katsumi, but that was another tale to tell. She was so stunned that she didn't even notice him beckoning for her to come in, and all to late; she accepted his gesture with a zombie-like walk, entering the god forsaken house.

In her fright, the skittish girl stood as still as a log, making no effort to converse with the frightening man. "If you're here for Haruaki or something you're just gonna have to wait your ugly ass somewhere, okay?" She nodded uncertainly; the man was far too intimidating for her to ignore a request, much less argue as to why she was there in the first place. For once the shear fright of the scene had left her gobsmacked on a whole new level.

She wasn't even sure who Harukai was! Much less the cause of the noise that was the reason she was even there in the first place. She took a small glance at her host, as he muttered "Fuckass wakes up at this time anyways." while munching down on some rather crispy pancakes. She tilted her head to the side, completely oblivious to the danger screeching around in her head. Her mind had somehow drifted into a surreal state, as if it wasn't really processing the atmosphere around her.

At the exact moment she was pondering this, another stranger sauntered into the room, clinging to the psychotic male who had let her walk into their not-so-humble abode. The way he wrapped around him was quite startling to Kumiko, being her frigid self. It even made her blush a little, but she hoped this subtle feature would remain unbeknownst to the couple as she ducked her head in dismay.

"That smells motherfuckin' awful, brother," Kumiko hadn't really taken in the aroma of the wretched pancakes which was odd for her highly sensitive sense.

"Shut up, fuckass, there's someone here! I think they're lost," Kumiko put up her hands as if surrendering, trying to settle the misconception without the use of words but her own submissiveness got ahead of her as she spluttered out

"Huh? Oh no I came here-," As her instincts gradually kicked in, she wondered what was the actual reason for her existence lingering in their kitchen. Her mind seemed to putting her to sleep, but in her fright of fainting she put her foot behind her to steady her balance. She clung to her head with her left hand, acting as if she had somehow caught a random migraine all of a sudden. She tried her hardest to come up with a good answer in her head but yet again; her fear had gotten the better of her.

[Haruaki :o)]

[/color] The clown blinked as she began. "Oh no I came here-," She seemed to be thrown into a fit of distress. Tempted, but deciding against, to step forward and pat her on the shoulder, Haruaki shifted awkwardly.

Her timid and adorably scared nature was somewhat reassuring, in some odd and possibly sadistic way. He always put up with an angry little Kohaku, so many times so that this brief show of submissive terror was a disgustingly delicious scene he was faced with.

His face twisted with concern for her. "Are you all up and okay?" He questioned warmly.

"Do you want something to drink....or...fuckin' something?" Kohaku added. He was a little put-off by her contorting figure. She looked like she was going to explode into a large ball of feelings. The thought of a grossly sobbing girl on their kitchen floor made the younger shudder. He mentally decided to keep his temper level while she was here.[/font][/ul][/justify]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

The second male seemed a lot for timid than the first; it comforted Kumiko to know that there was someone almost as awkward as her nearby, especially in the madman's presence. The boy, who must've been Harukai seemed disturbed by her speech. It seemed as though it had just added even more tension to the air which was the exact opposite of what she'd intended. In response, her head ducked down once more as she dug her foot into the ground; no one could possibly display anymore shyness than she.

"Are you all up and okay?" His form of speech was both queer and interesting - very different to the the colourful language of the other. His gaze; warm and inviting helped Kumiko to settle down more so, yet not enough for her to answer his question as she helplessly stared at the ground. She couldn't bare how weak she could be around just some strangers - following their every request without question or even a slight bit of rebellion, and not even having the guts to utter a simple answer.

"Do you want something to drink....or...fuckin' something?" The psychotic one interjected, settling some of the unwelcome tension down. Sadly, this just made Kumiko even more stressed. She found it so weird that her presence didn't bother them in the slightest. Did they normally have random strangers come up to their homes? Or were they just so obscure that nothing unusual was worth questioning? Even so, Kumiko decided that a simple shake of her head would get the message across. After all, her sensitive self was too polite to take anything from anyone else, even with permission.

[Haruaki :o)]

[/color] Kohaku breathed, leaning closer to Haruaki so only he could hear.

Another pause graced this awkward encounter.

"I guess the motherfuck so, lil bro."
"Lovely." His reply was thick with sarcasm as his face twisted.
Haruaki simply laughed.
"Should we, uh...try to calm her down? Or fuckin' something?..."
"How do you suppose we all up and motherfuckin' get her chill on?"
"I don't fucking know!" Kohaku exclaimed, turning to face the older. He frowned at his sudden outburst, reminding himself they'd been whispering so she wouldn't be even more upset. He was reassured by a brief pat on his fluffy head as he turned back to the girl.

"...sorry," he mumbled.

"It's nice and all to up and take in your acquaintance, but, what's your name, sister?" He gestured to Kohaku with his free hand. "This little fucker is Kohaku. I'm Haruaki."

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[Kumiko | Yuki]

After yet another awkward silence, the two men began to chat amongst each other, just at the right volume so that Kumiko couldn't even hear a mumble. While this went on, she simply played with her thumbs, trying to keep busy while waiting for a repsonse until the scarier of the two shouted "I don't fucking know!" at random, which just made Kumiko more tense and curious as to what they were talking about.

She squirmed in her stance, succumb to the strength of her anxiety while their eyes darted between each other. "...sorry," With a surprised glanced and a pause to her stress, she gave a small nod to forgive his apology, hoping that she could maintain a little bit more confidence than usual; at least enough to keep still, that is.

"It's nice and all to up and take in your acquaintance, but, what's your name, sister?" After a little more eye darting trying her best to both avoid and stare into his gaze, Kumiko finally answered with an adorable little scree of a voice.

"Um... K-K-Kumi...ko," She turned away and blushed once more, hoping that her emotions weren't as obvious as she thought. He gestured to second with his free hand, which for some reason startled Kumiko more than was necessary. The relation between the two confused her, but it seemed as though most couples were dosed with a hint of crazy these days.

"This little fucker is Kohaku. I'm Haruaki." She forwarded her gaze towards Kohaku, eyeing his strange character up. Then - remembering her manners for once - she gave a smile of approval. She felt the need to start up a conversation, just to spare her the torture of even more awkwardness between them.

"I... I head a noise..." Even though her voice trailed off, it was the best she could do for now. She hoped that the couple were a hell of a lot more kinder than they seemed. She always seemed to be meeting the strangest people these days.

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[Haruaki :o)]

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As she gave her name, Kohaku tipped his head towards his shoulder, watching her with a somewhat expressionless gaze. He liked her name, he in fact thought it was as adorable as she was, but being his stubborn self, he wouldn't relay such nonsense. It's probable that Haruaki shared this thought process, but he too remained quiet as she fidgeted.

"I... I head a noise..."

The oldest frowned, confused by this statement. A noise? What noise? Had something happened while he was still asleep? He looked down at Kohaku hopefully, curious as to whether or not it had erupted from him. Sure enough, Kohaku would shift awkwardly and glare at the ground. Haruaki smirked wider for a second before he picked his head back up.

"Uhh..that was me." He brought his eyes back up and made somewhat cold eye contact with Kumiko. "I fucked up my pancake and threw the stupid-ass pot into the sink and emptied my lungs of curses." He admitted as his expression softened, his eyes lingering for a moment before averting as he dipped his head. "I didn't fucking know you could hear that."

Haruaki bit his tongue as an incredibly inappropriate sentence poked at his cranium.[/font][/justify][/ul]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

The sight of the boy Kohaku's frown utterly depressed the overly sensitive Kumiko. She was quite distressed at the fact that her small speech had only achieved a negative impact on the situation. Kohaku's body shifted into a far more vulnerable and awkward form at the sound of her words, while the seemingly charming Harukai casually smirked at his misfortune. Kumiko however, continued to burrow her head in her shirt and wait for further approval. "Uhh..that was me." He said, shooting a cold look at Kumiko, which didn't help her anxiety levels one bit.

"I fucked up my pancake and threw the stupid-ass pot into the sink and emptied my lungs of curses." At this, Kumiko raised her head to show she understood what had finally happened. "I didn't fucking know you could hear that." Kumiko immediately ducked down her head once more, maybe too quick at that. She hadn't meant for her coming here to be quite so insensitive as it was, but she couldn't really do anything about that now, other than feel guilty for it. She would've noticed Harukai's sadistic smile, if she wasn't so wrapped up in her thoughts like usual.

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[Haruaki :o)]

[/color] As he spoke, the anger in his tone decreased with every other word muttered. Midway he'd managed to pull up his arms and cross them over his chest, his once snarled face now fallen into a display of somewhat sincere gratitude. It was indeed false, but he'd managed to put on a genuine smile to top it off.

The fake smile dispelled soon after as he replayed his monologue.

There was a short pause as Kohaku's arms fell, tugging at the ridge of his baggy t-shirt, audibly shifting his feet as Haruaki sifted through his own thoughts. This was sort of very strange. Having so much awkward tension flutter through the air between themselves and a particularly random, mousey girl that had wandered into their home. It was underlying creepy, if anything, and a little unsettling. And to make it worse, he suddenly re-examined his attire. Or, lack of such. He muttered something under his breath about how he was thankful he'd happened to tug on his pants.

"What?"

Haruaki looked down at Kohaku, who's gaze was fixated on his face. The clown smiled reassuringly at him before peering back at Kumiko.

"Uhh...Kumiko? Why were you out in the motherfuckin' cold, anyways?" He prompted, his soothingly thick voice laced with an attempt at a normal speech pattern.[/font][/ul][/justify]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

"Don't get your fucking undergarments in a bunch about it. I don't fucking care that you came here to see what happened, in fact, I think it's sort of a nice gesture for you to come and make sure everything was okay, even if I've never even had a second of prior engagement with you. It's sweet, so quite moping." Kumiko looked up, stunned at such a spontaneous speech emmeresed from the psycho all of a sudden. She blinked twice, conveying the expression of a deer-in-headlights face even more. She was too surprised to notice the anger that was previously perpetuated in his voice, decease with every second of each line he so tense as he spoke.

The welcoming smile he had so forcefully worn, soon dispaired into nothingness as the boy seemed to analyse his own words; a trail of thought Kumiko was far too used to thinking. Although Kumiko was almost used to awkward silences and quiet mutters, the two didn't seem as though the term was as common as it was to her. This at least have Kumiko an ounce of confidence, but that feeling fluttered away as she laid her eyes upon the style choice of the young Harukai. Her face immediately flew through all the shades of red. Everything seemed to turn into a bubble of stress floating around the room.

This panic attack was quickly dispelled as the half-naked Harukai turned towards her, forming a question she obviously didn't know the answer to. "Uhh...Kumiko? Why were you out in the motherfuckin' cold, anyways?" She stopped dead in her tracks, as all thinking seemed to be lost in the chaos that was her head. However, after stuttering for over an hour, the skittish red head finally calmed down enough to fabricate an answer. Her previous events still swam around her head. She wore a distant look to hide the worries fluttering around, whispering to her to scream and run away. She couldn't just run from the room though; it'd be even more troublesome if she were to.

"I... I w-was... Looking for... My house..." Words had seemed to fail her yet again; she was always terrible under pressure but this time it was even worse. She rolled her eyes at herself. Nothing could possibly be worse than what was about to happen. She just hoped the stress wouldn't kill her too soon.

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[Haruaki :o)]

[ooc: I'm typing this on my iPod during school, so sorry in advanced for...typos, and...just... >:I]

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Her answer was confusing, albeit dissatisfying. Haruaki's face twisted, not sure of what she meant.  He opened his mouth to question her, but grunted audibly whilst he realized questioning her has yet to do good for the situation.  He closed his mouth and simply smiled warmly at her, trying his best to make her feel welcome.  Or something.  Anything.

"What the hell does that even mean?" Kohaku barked, the same confusion that Haruaki shared clear in his voice.[/justify][/ul][/font]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

Yet again, Kumi had fatefully screwed with yet another stutter with more than a hint of insecurity. She had given up caring about her fateful slip-ups for the time being; the anxiety, obviously getting to her more than she thought. She gave a silent yawn as she was succumb to a wave of sleep all too quickly, but just as the day was about to fade into a darkened bliss, she was jolted by the snap of Kohaku's tone.

"What the hell does that even mean?" Kumiko appeared stunned at his words, when in actual fact her brain was gradually launching warning signs and opportunities in all directions. Harukai in the meantime, was smiling warmly at Kumiko, and she'd of noticed, maybe her brain wouldn't have been quite so jittery to answering.

"I, uhhhh.... I-I don't have..." She trailed off, while memories flooded her heart making it sink to the bottom of her soul. She didn't want to be here any longer; it was too obscene and she felt so misplaced. The people may've been kind to her thus far but nonetheless, she couldn't stand being in another one's presence. "People aren't worth the effort." She thought, clutching her right arm with a solemn look in her pitiful eyes.

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[Enter with Permission]

"Kumikoooo...!" a far off voice could be heard shouting in the cold air, sounding somewhat familiar to Kumiko but wholly unknown to Kohaku and his man-lover. "Kumikooo! Where are you?" This time the voice was closer, more distinguishable. Kumiko might recognize the voice as Katsu's, "Kumiko! I know you're here somewhere."

Katsu had been trying to find Kumiko for the last two hours, walking around the village in his normal clothing with the addition of a sling on his right arm. It had taken him that long of asking the spirits that dwelt around the village where she was. Spirits didn't mind helping some of the time, but most of the time they gave you the most cryptic clues possible to pay you back for bugging them. It had taken Katsu most of the time he had spent just to figure out what the spirits were telling him. No matter; Katsu could deal with the frustration and aggravation in order to find Kumiko. He still felt ,after meeting her the other day, that she really needed a friend of sorts, and since Kaede was unavailable due to Katsumi's rampant jealously and rather violent nature, Katsu figured it'd be him then. Unfortunately Kumiko was really anti-social and hard to find. Luckily Katsu had resources most did not; it was pretty hard to hide from spirits after all.

Turning a corner Katsu spotted the house that the spirits had spoken about, at least Katsu thought so, and he walked up to the back door of the kitchen and gave a knock, "Pardon me, is Kumiko he..." the door, which had not been properly shut before and had been just hanging ajar, opened wide at Katsu's confident knocking. "Oh. There you are Kumiko. Found you~." Katsu grinned wide as he spotted the girl standing in the kitchen.

Katsu, at that time, had used the Henge jutsu to appear as an adult version of himself. Standing at six foot four inches, Katsu made an impressive figure as he stood in the doorway. Long straight copper hair fell down his back in a luxurious cascade, and his semi-dark mocha coloured skin and piercingly blue eyes made him look outright exotic, and his blue and black formal wear stamped with the Kazeraikou crest on either shoulder made him look something official. He realized that there were other people in the kitchen, and he gave a polite bow, hindered only slightly by his broken right arm, "Oh, pardon me. My name is Katsu, of the Kazeraikou. May I come in?" Katsu finished as he straightened from his bow, standing on the doorway until given permission to enter.

[Haruaki :o)]

[/color] As she spoke her answer, he felt his heart wrench and his expression soften. Haruaki shared a form of this feeling.

The taller nudged Kohaku gently, who looked up at him and made a face that was a mix between 'Oops' and 'Fuck." He grunted and looked at Kumiko, leaning into Haruaki to comfort himself, regretting this choice also as he realized how many things he took for granted. "Sorry, I didn't know." He apologized softly.

She seemed as though she just wanted to leave. Noting this, Haruaki straightened, who readied himself to ask her if she wanted anything before she went on her way. But the voice that erupted was not one he was familiar with, certainly not his own at least. He closed his mouth as the voice got closer, turning his gaze away from the female and to the door, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to make out what sounded like a muffled call of a name. He declared it someone looking for their dog, but after the last time it being called, he repeated it under his breath without so much as vocalizing it. He merely mouthed "Kumiko?"swearing on his life that he'd heard that name somewhere once before.

It hit him as Kohaku looked over at Kumiko. "Who's that?" He snorted, obviously having realized who the offender had been calling for some time before the clown could fathom.

His question was answered magically as an attractive motherfucker stuck his nosy nose where it didn't belong; in the crowded large house. Haruaki didn't care, to be honest, but the company was irritating the smaller. Haruaki didn't make much of the guy, the only thing he really took in was the fact the stranger was taller than he was. He suddenly didn't feel so alone in this world; he was no longer the tallest of the people he'd ever met. And on this day, he would feel better about his height, which didn't seem all too high anymore whilst breathing the same oxygen as this new man. Today was a good day. His facial expression remained, however, hooded eyes over bleary red irises that were dull with sleep and possibly some relaxation-inducing products.

His counterpart, however, felt his eyes widen briefly as he emerged, asking about the female in their kitchen. He seemed to brighten at the sight of Kumiko, which probably meant they were friends? He didn't know, but as he continued to talk, Kohaku zoned out, his gaze now fixated on the obviously-an-older-for-sure-no-deception-here-man's face. He watched his lips move with dilated eyes, pressing his already slumping-against-Haruaki body deeper against the clown for refuge. Then he grinned, motherfucker just had to grin. Even though it wasn't directed at him, Kohaku smiled a little, his eyes still swimming. He found himself lost in a sea of an emotion, an emotion he couldn't put his finger on. It wasn't even the same feeling he had for Haruaki, the same sort of disgustingly sweet feeling he felt whenever he was with him. In his stomach he did not feel butterflies aflutter like he did whenever Haruaki said mushy things to him, but instead it felt like little hot needlepoints, a fireball that wanted out and the only way out was through his throat, warming his heart and gut in the most decrepit of ways.

He hated him with a burning passion of a thousand suns.

He had never felt this much hate for an individual; and he loved it. He wanted more of it.

"Oh, pardon me. My name is Katsu, of the Kazeraikou. May I come in?

Yes. Hell yes. Hell. Fucking. Yes.

Kohaku felt like his stomach was in a burning pit of angst and anger. Fucker even bowed.

"Oh, uh, hey motherfucker. I'm Haruaki, nice to all up and meet you, brother." Haruaki simply smiled like the clown stoner he was. Kohaku tried to greet him as well, but stammered and fell over his words, swearing far too many times under his breath about how stupidly idiotic this polite man was. Haruaki nudged him. "Make yourself at home." He assured.[/justify][/ul][/font]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

"Sorry, I didn't know." She just nodded in agreement, staring at the floor tangled up in an utter downpour of depression. Her memories whisked away to the previous scenes adjoined with Kaede and Katsumi. She remembered the seething hate Katsumi spoke with as she stated her status of homelessness. With a sigh, she broke her train of thought as it scurried along to the next station. She was too broken to care what happened, but she still just wanted to rid herself of this wretched home that she'd stumbled into. She turned away from the couple; her eyes, still baring that solemn expression she'd coated it with.

As she lost herself in the fumbling tides of depression, a voice jolted her into her skittish self. Standing in front of the kitchen door, wearing a goofy grin was none other than Katsu himself. He seemed delighted to meet acquaintance. Kumiko on the other hand, was not too fond of greetings. Even towards such a polite and mature boy as Katsu.

"Oh. There you are Kumiko. Found you~." She hadn't even realized he was looking for her. Otherwise she probably wouldn't have been so cautious on her travels.

"Oh, um... Hi... Katsu..." For once, she was quite proud of her attempt at verbalization, as she hadn't trailed off too much this time. Hell, she even managed to fathom an eligible sentence. But the boy's presence was still profound to her, making her skittish self scurry into the nearest corner she could find; behind a cupboard perfectly efficient for blocking any human interaction targeted towards her. Harukai and Kohaku didn't seem at all welcome to Katsu's presence, at which she blushed for her hostile nature taken towards the boy obviously leading to the repetitious pattern of her staring at the floor in angst yet again.

"Oh, pardon me. My name is Katsu, of the Kazeraikou. May I come in? Kumiko was just about to blurt out a

"yes!" but immediately stopped herself, remembering that this wasn't her humble abode. It wasn't like she had any to welcome him into anyway.

"Oh, uh, hey motherfucker. I'm Haruaki, nice to all up and meet you, brother." It seemed as if Harukai had adapted to the Katsu's introduction rather well, but Kohaku, was another story. The anger and lust in his eyes was ferocious and ghastly to the poor little girl. She could see his nostrils flaring, his blood pumping with mass amounts of adrenaline and his flesh agitated with every cell. To add to the atrocious scene, Kumiko hadn't forgotten about Harukai's lack of clothing, leaving her face flashing bold but bright red. She felt like a neon sign compared to every other loony in the room. At least, Katsu's familiar face could give her some reassurance. She hoped.

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Katsu had the sudden urge to just grab Kumiko and run. One man was hiding behind a polka dot sheet, and the other was staring pure hatred at Katsu and smelt of burnt pancakes. Strangely his aura also happened to have joy mixed in... happy at the rage? The other seemed to be looking at Katsu like he was some kind of strange bird. Kumiko, for once, seemed the most normal thing in the entire house. That was saying something, considering she was currently trying to hide behind a cupboard door.

Coughing and clearing his throat to give himself some time Katsu eventually spoke again, in a controlled neutral tone, "I mean no offense, but this looks like a bad situation... Kumiko are you alright? You aren't here against your will, right?" Katsu watched Kumiko's aura carefully, watching for any changes in it. He'd probably be able to tell if she was telling the truth or not by how her emotions changed, and if so he could get her out quickly enough. He'd only took a step inside the house and the door behind him was still open. It'd take a moment to grab her and run.

[Haruaki :o)]

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Haruaki took no offense, understanding of how bad this situation looked at first glance. He glanced at Kumiko, waiting for the answer patiently.

Kohaku took less kindly to the statement. He narrowed his eyes at him and stood up straighter. "You fucking asshole." He snorted, barely tipping his chin up. He wasn't very secure about himself, maybe even less confident, but he surely didn't know when to shut up. "This snotty little brat came up to our door, just like your own revolting self happened to do. At least she knocked, unlike yourself who fucking just barged into our house, like, oh, hello friends I am here! And then you insult us and accuse of us holding this girl prisoner to our home?!" He took an instinctive step forward, but didn't move further than an inch. "What a shitty thing to do! And under a roof that you haven't even had your disgustingly bright -light of the sun through a magnifying glass perishing that of an ant that does in fact secrete the most vulgar of smells haired- head under for more than a few moments? Kumiko can leave whenever she wants! Hell, she can get her respectful self out of my house right now if she wishes! As can you; though that's more of a demand than an informative statement!" He did not stutter or spit, and his voice barely fluctuated. It stayed in its raspy and somewhat annoying, sickly-childish voice that was tone set in an always underlying shout.

He wanted to continue, but there was a hand on his shoulder that pulled him back into the clown near him.

"You need to get your calm on, motherfucker," Haruaki breathed. Kohaku simply glared at the man in his doorway. "Yeah, whatever," he grumbled.

He certainly had no filter.

He really is somewhat embarrassing.[/font][/ul][/justify]

[Kumiko | Yuki]

Once again, Kumiko had stumbled into a series of unfortunate events, leaving her swarmed with thoughts and unable to focus on anything rational whatsoever. Queer. Shameful. Unwanted: These were the words that came to mind when she reviewed her actions. That was until the mature youngster known as Katsu yanked her out of her own tortured fantasies.

"I mean no offense, but this looks like a bad situation... Kumiko are you alright? You aren't here against your will, right?" This didn't really help console little Kumiko; in fact it made her little indecisive mind even more skittish, if that were possible right now. She buried her face in her hands, desperate to escape the room without anyone even noticing she was gone. Maybe the freaky Kohaku could by her some time? Either way, she simply waited awkwardly for the third party to intrude.

"You fucking asshole." His tone intimidated Kumikoto extreme extents, but it wasn't like she could cower away anymore. Instead, she chose a more logical option; hyperventilating. It wasn't something she could really control though, more so that her breath suddenly became sporadic and unintentionally desist. The fact that the scene she was making was too loud not to notice, just made her panic even more. Thus, turning the room into a giant merry-go-round she had no choice to ride. Luckily, she hadn't completely lost her mind; showing this by choosing to give distinct whimpering sounds instead of harsh screams.