Snippet #1735548

"All the time..." Tarou muttered, gazing across the kitchen to what had formerly been a shelf full of dishes. That shelf now lay on its face, the dishes scattered in dozens of pieces across the floor...

Kichirou lay underneath the shelf, scrabbling at the floor and glaring at Nori. It didn't seem to have occurred to him to stop struggling and actually lift the shelf off of himself, a feat of which he was no doubt capable. He certainly looked strong enough...

For his part, Nori stood a few feet away from Kichirou, just out of reach. He stood with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in sardonic amusement as he watched the brunette scramble for him. His eyes glittered with unnatural malice; certainly not an expression he would have shown at school, where they called him the Prince.
"Having trouble, baka-neko?" Nori asked frigidly.

"WHO'S HAVING TROUBLE?!" Kichirou snarled.

"You are."

Kichirou probably would have jumped up and attacked Nori again, if a shoe (yes, a shoe) had not come flying across the room to strike him across the head.

"Enough," Tarou called, his voice perfectly calm, the other shoe in his hand, grabbed from the mat by the door.