Random Scenario – The 4 Ps

Synopsis: Everyone gets annoyed by things – sometimes they're very random. So we learn what can get on the blonde's nerves. Oh, and the 4 Ps refers to: Pathetically Petty Pet Peeves. See what I mean?

Disclaimers: I claim no ownership over the series.

Warnings: OOC-ness, me trying to get back into writing for this series…

A/N: Well, let's see… It has been over a year since I last updated (and I'm sure no one really cares) and, uh, I have no real excuse for it. I've fixed the chapter titles so navigation is slightly more bearable, but other than that… it'll probably still be riddled with spelling and grammatical errors. Yeah.

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Page Sixteen: Should have known better…

There was no way around it; Krad was annoyed beyond belief (and considering who it was, such a statement was saying a lot. Not only that, but it was also a fairly bold statement for anyone to be making about the crazed maniac) and Satoshi had no idea as to why.

If it had been anyone else caught in their situation, the bluenette would have concluded that allowing Dark to get away with the targeted item again would annoy anyone, but it seemed to be a deeper rooted problem. (After all, Krad had flippantly said – more than once – that he would get the 'damn idiot Kaitou' when he least suspected it: which meant, once broken down, that the blond was still waiting for the fluke he needed.)

Or, Satoshi's brain pointed out to him, the stupid homicidal maniac had finally cracked in the worst possible manner. Although, if it also meant that said maniac would stop attacking innocent redheads and his family…

::They are far from 'innocent', Satoshi-sama.::

The boy didn't even bother to argue with his other half for reading his mind like a book; :They'll always be more innocent than what you'll ever be, Krad. And unless you have a justifiable reason for acting the way you are right now, I'll just have to conclude that you're sore that Dark got away again.:

Although he couldn't see the blond at the moment, Satoshi was certain that Krad had his back to him with his arms crossed, and – more than likely – pouting. ::The Thief has nothing to do with this,:: there was a definite tone of bitterness, though ::although he is annoying, since he keeps eluding death.::

Satoshi flipped a page of the dictionary he had chose to read for the afternoon pastime. :I guess it's either because he's incredibly lucky, or you're just too kind to him.:

(He was aware he was asking for trouble, but the day, up to this point, had actually been rather pleasant: being in Daisuke's company without fear of being possessed would have that effect on anyone.)

::Satoshi-sama…:: A dangerous growl, but Satoshi just rolled his eyes in response.

:Then either tell me what's bothering you so much, or leave me alone. Sleep or something.: (Being out of character made him slightly giddy.) :Otherwise I'm not going out tonight.:

The blond didn't reply instantly, as he knew what was being implied – if Satoshi didn't leave his room, then Dark would have free reign to cause as much havoc as he wanted. And Krad didn't like the idea of the moron creating senseless havoc (and picking up girls) when he wasn't around.

While his other half fell into an argument with himself about what he wanted and what he wanted to choke to death, Satoshi turned back to his reading, hoping that it would be the end of his day's troubles. It had become a common occurrence in the Hiwatari household – the blond being exceedingly bitter about one thing or another (first brick walls, then loud hormonal drunk teenagers, then little crying screaming kids…) and the host was forced to either deal with it in silence, or face it head-on, only to realise he was being stupid.

Picking a fight with a homicidal maniac was never a good thing to do.

But after the first few times of incredibly painful fights to take control of his body and threats to kill a certain Niwa, the pair had somehow fallen into an agreement of sorts, where they merely sniped at each other's weak points and attempted witty comebacks.

Krad, it seemed, had gotten tired of putting his host in pain, as Satoshi usually had to spend a day or two to recover; and even a day without the annoying brain of intelligence running at a million miles per hour (and the rather amusing show of reading the boy's emotions during the day) had almost drove him up and over the wall.

The mental images of him even considering going out (or just plain getting along) with Dark had left scars beyond his imagination.

::You know, I could just take over your body and make you go out,:: Krad spoke slowly, pronouncing each word clearly, as if to believe that his host could not hear him ::and no one would know of the change, save for Niwa and that stupid Thief.::

:Well, you could,: agreed Satoshi, as he scanned the list of letters starting with 'T' :but it seems a waste, especially since all I want to know is what's bothering you so much that even I can't concentrate right now.:

Damn. He did have a point there.

But Krad was a proud person-artwork-type-thing, and he didn't like to be proven wrong, especially by a smart-mouth, super-intelligent 14-year-old who had social problems and was clearly gay for his enemy.

:First, I don't have social problems – I just don't like associating with people who merely talk about trivial matters.: His host sounded irritated :Two, I am not gay, I'm bi; and three, Niwa isn't my enemy – he's yours.:

(The blond made a mental note to stop thinking so loudly. Or talking what was on his mind, because it only called for more arguments between themselves. Not only that, but it always had to last for hours on end.)

Krad pouted, but Satoshi continued to refuse to actually face him. He stuck his tongue out at his host (still no reaction, or notice that he was actually there) and finally chose to take a seat on the bed (although he didn't have a current physical form, standing all the time was a pain in the neck).

:You should just admit that something's wrong with you, so we can end this conversation. : If we could even call it that. Really, what an annoying situation I had to go through…

::I can still hear you, Satoshi-sama.:: Krad suppressed the urge to use a sing-song tone as he spoke. ::And it was your fault to begin with. You just don't know when to stop sticking your neck into things, especially when they don't concern you.::

The bluenette finally turned away from his dictionary to face his other half, who had flopped back onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. Satoshi raised an eyebrow, but was promptly ignored.

:'Don't concern me'? Seeing as you are me,: it seemed to take every bit of his power to say those words, as he ploughed on :I think it actually does mean I'm involved in some way or another.:

::Then that means, since Niwa is my enemy, he's also yours,:: Krad pointed out.

Satoshi looked ready to slam his head against the nearest wall, although he knew Krad did have a point. But, all things considered… (It was like he had some sort of personality disorder, which Dark had stated one night.)

Krad yawned::Well, since you're getting so boring and can't seem to stop thinking about Niwa-:: (a blatant lie, which they both knew, but it didn't stop infuriating Satoshi) ::I'll tell you what's annoying me so much.::

:Really now?: Satoshi didn't sound convinced, but the blond sat up to meet his host's eyes, and nodded, looking about as serious as he would ever be.

::Yes, really. I was just thinking about…::

He couldn't believe he was actually telling the blue-headed one.

::… the most annoying thing one has to deal with, brick walls and children aside…::

Alright, he also loved to pull things out for as long as possible.

::… how horrid it can be…::

The look on Satoshi's face made Krad smirk, as he finished his stretched-out statement.

::… that is, paper cuts.::

Silence.

The blond – feeling proud of himself – turned away to face the window, and the sun that was practically gone from view. ::We better go, if you don't want Dark to get away with tonight's art piece.::

:Wait, what?:

Krad raised an eyebrow. ::We're going to be late otherwise, Satoshi-sama.::

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There. Now there's a good chance you won't hear from me for another year, since I'm horrible like that. And yes, you all have the right to hurt me for being a procrastinating moron, who has now given you a new page that does nothing. Really, I should stop, huh? XD

le candyknights: -gasps- I HAVE COME BACK TO LIFE (only to die again)

Makurayami Ookami: XD

cheeky doggie: I just believe that, if they ever were to get drunk, Krad would be one of those strange… ones… or something :) Damn, I haven't touched this for ages, so now I have to work out where I'm supposed to go with my AU story… -sighs- I'm such a sad excuse for a human being XD

Suishou Haruka: What can I really say? I'm glad you like my crazed attempt of humour… or whatever it is.

Heart's Door: (what are the chances you'll be back to read this?) Point taken, especially since I had no idea as to what I was doing in the first place – which is what happens when you don't plan ahead. Seeing as I'm a damn stubborn fool, though, I'm leaving it this way, but I'll definitely keep your advice in mind in case something similar crops up :)

Bowleena: Thanks for the reviews :D

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Tsuki Fox: -laughs- Finally updated after a whole year, and it turns out like this. I suppose it was either that or letting it rot for a while more, and then giving up because, overall, the writing was burning my eyes. Ah well, I might just hide for a while longer now.

Alright, I'm done now. There's a good chance you won't hear from me for a long time after this update, so you might as well make the best of it (or now. I wouldn't blame you if you don't like this anymore XD) -runs off-