Kurama/Disclaimer: The Idiot owns nothing except the wannabe rapper's rap.
"I can't do this, man." Sora splashed his face with water. He looked at his reflection through his fingers.
Riku spun him around by the shoulders. "Don't talk like that, man! You can do it! I believe in you!" They looked into eachother's eyes for a few saconds before Riku pulled Sora into a tight hug. "I love you, man!"
Sora stared at a closed bathroom stall. "Riku, I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I.. I... I... I...Muph!" He pushed past Riku into the stall and threw up in the toilet. ...Or it would've gone in the toilet if somebody wasn't sitting there.
The guy looked down at the yellow gooey stuff in his lap, then back up at Sora. "What the f-"
"Sorry, man!" Sora shut the stall and ran out the bathroom.
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y-yo, yo."
"BOO!" The crowd booed at the rapper's sad attempt to rap.
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo-"
A gunshot was heard before the rapper fell off of the stage. The crowd cheered.
Sora, who had been watching from behind the curtain, burst into tears and ran to Riku. "I can't do this, man! They're gonna bust a cap in my ass, man!"
Riku comforted Sora, patting his head awkwardly. "Don't worry, man," he said calmly, "nobody's going to bust a cap into your ass. See? The bouncer is taking the guy that did it out."
"Fo real?" Sora took a closer look at the bouncer and started crying again. "No he's not, man! He's shaking his hand! And giving him a medal! ...And some chocolates! And a pony! Waa!"
"Uh, yeah, man, that's niceHey do you think they took out the body, yet?"
Sora peeped over the edge of the stage. "No, man. It's still there."
"Oh, okay, man. I'm gonna go... poke at it, man. ...And by the way, good luck, man." Riku pushed Sora through the curtains on the stage.
A/N: Soo that's the end of the first chapter of this really shortstory. Review. Yo.