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He'd left Junko by the tree with his room key and a promise to meet her there after she'd gone and gathered her things up. It left him with perhaps an hour at best before she'd make her way back towards the ghost dorms, and that was why he had started jogging as soon as he'd moved out of sight of the ghoul. Running through the small graveyard that decorated the front lawn and into the chilly tomb that rested at ground level, and down the stairs to the common room. Pausing to search the area for a familiar mane of blue curls before moving on.

She hadn't been out there, not that he'd expected her to be, he knew her opinion on it. She had to be in her room.. Or out on campus somewhere and this little trip was pointless. He shoved that train of thought aside for now, considering it useless.

Turning down a hall, she stalked down the length of it before stopping at Sarias' door. Human hand curling into a fist at his side as she stared at the wood grain before him. Trying to school his anger, then wondering why the hell he was bothering. With a frustrated growl he lay the heel of his hand against her door, hard. Pounding against the wood in a most insistent and infuriated manner.

The screaming began before the door had even opened, and the ghost boil was left glaring down at the banshee wailing into his chest. Eyes narrowing with every rage filled syllable before the shouting cut off abruptly as she realized who she was talking to. That tiny flicker of surprise rather satisfying, but not nearly enough. She was lucky she was ghoul, even if a gruff, brutal one. Had she been a boil instead Seiji would have already grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into a wall. As it was, the temptation was still strong.

"What am I doing here?" He echoed her, voicing taking on cold sort of amusement that didn't reflect in hardened eyes or the clenched set of his jaw. Pissed didn't quite cover it, he was livid. Not only had she laid hands on Junko, hurt her, but in doing so she'd betrayed his friendship. "Really?" Come on now, she had to have seen this coming.

Unless..

"Did you assume she wasn't going to tell me what happened?" It wasn't outside the scoop of possibilities. Hell, considering what Junko said of Saria's opinion of her, it was a damn good assumption.

A little moody? Well.. Maybe a little, but he'd been well on his way to a wonderful mood before he'd caught sight of the bruises that lined Junko's throat like a macabre necklace. They had been dark, and you could see each and every finger. Of course she had to hit him where it hurt. Clueless as she was to his relationship with Junko, she managed to hit the nail on the head with her biting comments towards pent up frustrations. He was, but that was really none of her bloody business. His response to the comment was a curl of lips as he planted his hands on the door frame, leaning inwards until their faces were only a few inches apart.

"She didn't come tattling to me, or I would have come here sooner." He left it at that, she didn't need the details.

"And you don't know anything about her, or our relationship." He wasn't yelling anymore, but there was venom in his voice as he spoke. Shoulders stiff with tension and the desire to lash out. "In fact, it seems to me that you've been doing nothing but meddle and try to break us up since you found out." The cold look in his eyes as he glared at her begged for a challenge to anything he'd said. Dared her to try to defend her behavior."

"We're supposed to be friends, aren't we? At least I had always considered you a friend at the very least. Perhaps you're not the nicest ghoul in the world, but that hadn't mattered to me." Dark claws dug into the wood beside her head. "So tell me, Sarias. Were you behaving like a friend every time to tried to make her jealous? Every flirty little comment or idle touch?" He'd let it go, let it all go, because he hadn't wanted to start the drama. Hadn't wanted to yell at his friend. Had hoped things would work out in the long run. He'd been mistaken.

"Was I ever really your friend in all that? Or just another means to amuse yourself while you stirred drama?"

The boil snorted as the ghoul walked away from the door and left it open for him to walk in, which he did. Actually shutting the door behind him. Obviously not exactly a wise decision, but the entire dorm didn't need to hear their screaming match. It wasn't anyone else's business, and certainly not some random spooks he had no connection to other then sharing a race with.

He was curious now what her response might be if he had in fact failed to see the truth of the matter. By all means willing to hear some contributing factors towards the situation and everything that stemmed from it. But he hadn't expected to hear that. It made him straighten, eyes narrowing, but now puzzled as well as angry. "When did I ever say this had anything to do with you being attracted to me?" There was a harsh humor in his voice when he spoke, arms folding across his chest. "You didn't need to have a reason to want to stir s**t between us, certainly nothing like an attraction, it was just fun for you." The corner of his lip twitched in a smile that had absolutely nothing to do with happiness. "You'd have tried much harder if you'd actually wanted something more then entertainment." He wasn't stupid. He might have had a bit of an ego, but he certainly didn't assume every ghoul wanted him.

He could have commented on the likes of her standards, through the boggart in her face, but he didn't. choosing to stay on track and not distract the matter with petty one-upping and sharp comments. There was enough ammunition to play with without adding to it.

"You can defend yourself all you damn well want Sarias, but the fact of the matter remains. There would have been no need for talking, no need for jealousy or confrontation, if you hadn't been needling and baiting her in the first placed." He stalked towards her, poking a finger into her chest rather harder then he'd meant to, but he was pissed. "You knew she didn't think that highly of herself, knew she had worries, and you played on those insecurities. Not because you wanted anything out of it, but because it amused you, and that makes it worse." He gave her another couple pokes, punctuation his points. "She just wanted to stand up to you and show you she was strong, you tried to kill her." The last was said through clenched teeth.

"What sort of person cares so little about their friends that they got out of their way to mistreat and play with people they care about? Huh? You didn't care about me, and you didn't care about our friendship." He was shouting again, letting his anger boil over. He couldn't hit anything, so the only outlet was the volume of his voice.

She slapped his hand away and it curled into a fist, hanging in the air a moment before slowly lowering back to his side. Oh, she was getting pissed now, well good. She could play with someone that was bigger, stronger. She wasn't going to push him into striking the first blow, but he would sure as hell end things quickly if she raised a hand against him. Ghoul or not, he was not taking her abuse.

"Am I lying? Has anything I said been untrue?" She sure hadn't denied anything so far, so he kind of doubted it. No, instead she deflecting, and that was really only making things worse. She hadn't admitted to anything, but she wasn't denying it either. It hurt, the thought that she hadn't cared for him, for their friendship. "You started this! With your selfish poking and prodding. You weren't doing this for her, so what were you doing it for?"

He snorted again, growling at her. "I should be thanking you? For trying to kill her? For scaring her half to death?" He almost laughed, but it would have been a bitter sound. "You didn't give her a backbone, you took it away!"

"If you don't already regret this then you are a real piece of work." It didn't seem like he was ready to go anywhere. "Stop deflecting, stop blaming everyone but yourself."

"Do you really think," He hissed at her. "That there was any time for that sort of talk on that wretched island?" Why hadn't anyone spoken up sooner? Well, it hadn't seemed quite as important at the time, considering all their lives were in danger. There had been mistakes made by all parties, miscommunications and errors, he wasn't without blame himself, nor was Junko, but neither of them had tried to do real bodily harm. It hadn't been the flirting, it hadn't been the comments, it had been her white hands around Junko's neck that had sparked all this.

And now she was gloating about it. He'd been wrong, the banshee ghoul would push him to violence first. He took two long steps towards the ghoul where she stood beside the door, and his human hand shot out to wrap around her throat, dragging her back to him.

"The only pathetic one I see is the little ghoul in front of me that has no ******** idea how to be anything but a stingy, selfish b***h." He shoved her away from him and went for the door. "I pity you, Sarias."

With that he was gone, stalking off down the hall towards his own room and the ghoul he knew was waiting for him. He had friends, real friends, and he had a ghoulfriend that cared for him, and adopted parents that loved him. He had everything, what did she have?