"Aya! Aya, wake up, wake up! Grandpa made breakfast!" The voice was adorable. Angelic, really.

But right now that voice was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. "Uuu... Ya-a-toooo-kooooo... Go awaaaaaaayyyy." A huff and Ayachi suddenly found himself roughly pushed to the floor. "Aagh. Dammit, Yato." A giggle and the girl scampered away, leaving the eldest Yamamoto child to pick himself up and ready himself for school.

He sighed, running a hand through his unbound hair. This sucked ass. He drowsily went though his morning routine, finally arriving downstairs. "Neeh... What's today, gramps?"

"Inari sushi for your lunch and rice for breakfast! Plus some toast."

"...Thanks..." Ayachi yawned, looking around. Yatoko was cheerfully eating her breakfast quickly, but Shinyuu was absent. Again. "Where's Shin?" He asked, beginning to gobble down his food.

"Ah, that kid went out a long time ago. Something up? He looked more irritable than usual."

"Hm? Well... Oh, right. Dad's dropping by a few days from now, right?"

"Yeap! You know, you and Yuu-chan could learn a few things from your dad- Yuu-chan's too stiff and you're not active enough! Toko-chan here is a good example for ya, though! Ain't that right?"

"Un, un!" Yatoko giggled. It often made the elder Yamamoto twin wonder if she was really five instead of thirteen. Oh well. He vaugely wondered if he should hurry up in case Shinyuu decided to be a homicidal asshole again. He brushed it off, figuring that nothing so bad could happen.

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"I am going to murder the next five people I see."

Shinyuu was angry. Very angry. That dumbass was coming home soon. Like his life wasn't a pain enough! Fuck him and his mafia crap! He hated it! Shinyuu continued brooding as he stormed down the street, black shoulder bag making metallic 'chink' sounds, as if a bunch of metal objects were in there.

He needed to kick someone's ass NOW. Fortunately for him(and unfortunately for a certain Sawada), he was approaching his favorite target's usual 'OMG-I'M-LATE' point where they crossed paths. A wicked grin crossed his face. Perfect. Not even that Hibari-bitch would be able to stop him now.... Not that she ever could. He rolled his eyes at the thought of her. Just because her dad ran the police force and was an utter badass(whom he grudgingly respected) didn't mean she was hot stuff on the battlefield.

Oh well, all his stress would be gone, if only for a moment, very soon.