Marriage in Ikebukuro

"O-oh, sorr--" I paused an looked up at his familiar black eyes. "In fact, never mind. Excuse you, Kyou." I snapped at him, walking around him but making sure to nudge his shoulder with my own. He sighed before running up to me.

"You're still mad?"

"Damn right I'm still mad. Don't talk to me, I'm not really in that all great of a mood."

"What happened?"

"I said to not talk to me."

He sighed again in aggravation before stopping right in front of me. "Tell me, Yuki. We're friends now and I--"

I snorted."Friends? Oh yeah, sure. Believe what you want. I said I don't want to talk to you so please get the fuck out of my way." I snapped at him causing him to flinch. I walked past him.

"I don't get why you're mad at me and not Taro--"

I whipped around. "Kyou, if I ever saw Taro, he'd already be dead. So shut the fuck up before I do it for you." I whispered dangerously, glaring at the young adult. He gulped before running off. I sighed, walking briskly to my apartment. I had wasted my time talking to Kyou when I could've gotten home already and save my starving stomach. I sighed, entering my apartment and slamming the door shut.