A Day in the Life

One: I don't know, ever since I got caught up to vol. 13, I'm a huge Argentine fanatic. :P

We: Don't ask, I can't explain it; it's like me & (male) Akito. I don't know why, I just do. –shrug-

Notes: Light humor. Light QualiaxArgentine. Introspective on Argentine.

It was a good thing that Argentine was normally a very calm, indifferent individual, as life in the Niwa household proved to be very…chaotic. Emiko had an uncanny tendency to dote on him at all possible moments: she forced him to ready Daisuke's breakfast, wake up her son, prepare the elaborate traps for the poor boy (Argentine almost had a heart attack when she told him to steal a lion and put it in the amazing, spontaneous hole-in-the-floor; thankfully, he was able to return it the very next day, with…only a moderate amount of damage incurred) and dust the other Hikari works.

It was there that he spent most of his time. While he may have been uncaring and ice-cold—even more so than Satoshi and Krad combined—he did have a heart, as one Harada Risa pointed out to him. He would dust the statues off, talking with them and asking how life had changed it the last…four hundred years or so. The books, he would skim through and dust each page separately—they were always very grateful for it.

The jewelry, however…tended to be very ungrateful and selfish. They were conceited and egotistical and very, very Hikari-esque. They were the ones he left to Towa—wait, I take it back. To-to.

The bird and him did not get along at all. It was actually rather amusing to watch, although, as she would become so thoroughly enraged that she'd spontaneously transform back into her weird…bird-form thing. He would mock her (subtlely and monotonously, of course) and she would become more pissed, and the cycle would continue.

Then there was having to run outside, physical errands for that boy Daisuke's insane mother. He was colored so…bizarrely, that he always drew so much attention. It brought out the very small, very repressed shy angel-demon-thing in him, causing him to become even more introverted.

And plus, she used him to get discounts on groceries. Seems that the vendors would lower the prices for good-looking men (although he was hardly older than Daisuke, by any stretch).

Lastly, came dealing with his…re-re-re(?)-creator, who frequented the Niwa house, despite Emiko-san's adamant protests. He had witnessed the beast within the boy with odd-colored hair, and found it to be even more detestable than himself—or himself as he once was, before Qualy came into his life. Maybe Krad just needed a woman, or a mate, or something…But, nonetheless, he always served Satoshi-sama with utmost gratitude—who only smirked comically at seeing him bow in an old, tattered tux that was 2 ½ sizes too small.

However, it wasn't such a bad life, after all, was it?

Except for the long-haired Harada twin.

He was forced by Qualia to promise to never kill her, despite the frustrated impulses he quelled deep within him—it was a condition of Qualy's, for her providing him a heart; or rather, that she was the inspiration that helped him acknowledge he actually had a heart, the dense idiot.

Qualy was sweet, really.

He just hoped to see her again someday soon.

…once he killed that infernal bird-woman-thing, that is.