[u]Fumio Hari Kouineji & Souta Fushimaru [/u]

[b]"Ahh... fuck"[/b] Souta held his right wrist with his left hand while looking at the glass shards embedded into his right palm. [b]"Fuck! This hurts!"[/b] [b]"Oh stop moaning child, this is what you get for being hot-headed and smashing my glass. Did you seriously expect to come away from [i]that[/i] unharmed?"[/b] Fumio crossed his arms and smirked, looking at Souta's bloody hand with a side-glance. [b]"Wow, they look pretty deep"[/b] [b]"HEY! You were talking shit!"[/b] [b]"I was saying it as it is, you just got all sensitive about it. I must of hit a nerve or something~"[/b] Fumio chuckled. [b]"I'm STILL older than you Kazuhiko you twat! I will not hesitate to kill you!"[/b] Souta growled dangerously, causing Fumio to only chuckle more. [b]"Bring it on, that'll give me an excuse to torture your ass... Again~"[/b] He smirked. [b]"Uhh! Just shut the fuck up and get me healed already!"[/b] [b]"Relax, we're her-Aya?"[/b] Fumio and Souta strolled into the Squad four barracks to find Aya on the floor. She looked fine... But Fumio had a funny feeling about this. He walked closer to Aya and crouched down. [b]"Are you Okay Aya?"[/b] He asked with concern. [b]"Oh wonderful, devil woman again..."[/b] Souta muttered sarcastically, mainly due to his mood being foul, not meaning anything by the empty statement.