Enraged

No.

This can't be happening.

My eyes flitter across the shelves in front of me, desperately looking for the for the one thing I want. No, not want. Need.

...It's not here.

...Why isn't it here?

She said… S-She said she bought some, so where is it?

S-She wouldn't l-lie to me, right? S-She wouldn't say that she bought some when she d-didn't, would she?

...Would she?

My eyes turn from a cheerful sky blue to a stormy dark grey, and the smile falls off my face.

...There is going to be hell to pay once she gets home.

Right at that moment, I hear the door swing open on its rusty old hinges, and her deceivingly sweet voice rings through the small apartment.

"Lukaaaaaa!" she shouts, skipping through the doorway obliviously.

Speak of the devil, I think to myself with a sadistic grin. "I'm here, dear," I growl towards the open door.

Miku skips towards the kitchen door, her long, teal twintails following suit. She'll be lucky if she still has that much hair when I'm done with her.

"Hey Lu-" starts Miku, before abruptly stopping. She eyes the clenched fists by my side, before looking up to meet my eyes.

I smirk at the terrified look in her eyes before speaking.

"...Where have you put my tuna?"