A/N: Being sick has it's privilages… sort of. I have stayed home from school since Wednesday, and my mom is chanting the steady mantra of, "Deny it all you want, but you have Lyme's Disease!" Ugh. At least she works and I get to be home alone. The make up work isn't as exciting though. xD

Enjoy!

SPICE!

Chapter Eight: A Shouta Scorned

The next few weeks were passed in utter silence, and neither Meiko nor Teto enjoyed it. Meiko drank to keep herself occupied, and Teto threw her usual temper tantrums to elicit some kind of response from Rin. Nothing worked, and the only thing that could make her show any kind of emotion was walking by Len's room.

Len hadn't left his room in days, so they pretty much gave up on saving him. If he was still alive, that was.

One would think that the absence of Len in her daily life would make Rin happy. Oh, no. It did not.

She banged on his door, "Hey! You! Quit being a pouty brat and get out here and eat something." She shouted through the door.

"Not hungry." Was the sad response, which only served to make Rin even more furious.

"Neither am I, but I'm still having this crap shoved down my throat!"

"Hey! My food isn't crap!" Meiko protested from downstairs.

"I'll eat later. When you aren't around." Len responded harshly, and Rin groaned loudly, tangling her fingers in the mass of her blond hair.

She rubbed her face and something inside her snapped. She drew a deep breath before starting, "You know what? I'm sick of this! I'm so sick of your pouting and I miss being happy, so we're going to settle this stupid challenge once and for all!"

This seemed to pique Len's interest and the door opened, "Talk." Was all he said. His blond hair was disheveled and dark circles bruised his eyes, making them seem almost black.

"The dead lives!" Teto cheered, but was ignored, just as Meiko was.

"Do you think my food is crap?" Meiko asked Teto.

"We'll call Kaito, and ask him over."

"If crap is bad, yes." Teto responded knowingly, causing Meiko to pout.

"I think it tastes good!"

"And?" Len probed.

"We'll make him choose."

"I like McDonalds better."

"That's stupid, Rin."

"It'll work though."

"Do you even know what they put in that shit?"

"Nope! But whatever it is, Teto thinks it's yummy!"

"Fine, call him up, but you'll probably just scare him away. You haven't spoken in weeks."

"It doesn't matter. He'll still pick up. He never says no to me, anyway!"

"Whatever you say."

"Do you want to see who he likes more, or not?"

"It causes congestive heart failure!"

"What's that?"

"It's a way that you die!"

"I don't really care."

"Well I do!"

"Ahh! Teto hates death! It's scary!"

"Yeah, just like Ronald McDonald! So you better stop eating that crap before he comes into your room in the middle of the night and drags you to his French-fried hell!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Fine, just call him already!"

"Ronald McDonald is watching you, Teto! Eat your leafy greens!"

The room fell silent then, and almost everyone realized what horrible migraines they had.

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Miku hated seeing her brother so dismayed. It broke her heart every time she heard him sigh and almost brought her to tears. She did everything she possibly could to make him happy again, but nothing seemed to work. He was just too far gone.

I mean, who wouldn't be happy drinking homemade leek juice?

So she did the best she could and brought him another piping hot cup of the murky green (and did we mention questionable?) liquid. Kaito took the cup with a soft, "Thank you." He tried to avoid breathing in the smell of it—he didn't want to offend her by puking all over the stuff.

"Kaito-nii, what's wrong?" she asked innocently, looking up at him with her big, green eyes.

"Oh nothing you should be concerned with. You'll understand when you're older and start dating."

"Kaito-nii… I'm sixteen. I have been dating."

"Oh." He often forgot how old she was, since she was just so innocently cute. It was just… almost sinful to picture her dating—strangely Lolita.

"Well, all I can tell you is that hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned, so you better watch you back."

"What about shoutas?"

"What about what?"

"What about shoutas scorned?"

"Uhmmm… you know, you're right. I shouldn't worry about this." Miku then got up and left the two (Kaito decided that the leek juice was some living entity, and therefore, he should not drink it) alone in the living room.

Kaito stared at the leek juice, and it stared right back at him, "Does hell hath no fury like a shouta scorned?"

The leek juice bubbled indecisively.

A/N: RECORD TIME. THIRTY MINUTES. Please review! It'll make me feel better! C: