“Why do you think I gave you that? Damn IT! Hakuba protect me? Protect me from what? I wanted you to have it for a reason! Protect me? HA!” Kaito snorted and paced away from him. “I haven’t need protecting since I was eight. Did you not understand why I gave it to you? What everything I just placed into your hands? Hakuba …..”
He exhaled and turned back to him. He exhaled harshly through his nose and just waited for his answer.
This was absurd. After everything… Hakuba felt his own anger stir, gritting his teeth as he fought back the fear of confrontation, shoulders back to draw himself up tall, posturing. He couldn’t let Kuroba push him like this; he had only been trying to help.
“God, I know you don’t need me,” he said at first, stalking toward them with a firm jaw and a blush of rising heat. “This is so fucking ridiculous, Kuroba-kun! You know what? FINE!”
Marching until he was just inches away, he reached for Kaito’s shoulders and held them, forcing the other to look at him. “Tell me, then! Tell me what it is that you want! Just what the bloody HELL DO YOU want from ME?!"