Fuuma Monou stepped reluctantly onto the dance platform. He cringed
at the thought of his fine Italian leather shoes being scuffed from this
lowly video game apparatus.
"Go Fuuma!" wailed Kotori from behind him. Fuuma shot an irritated glance over his shoulder. Stupid bitch. Why am I here anyway? What the fuck is Dance Dance Revolution?! He was walking down the street, enjoying the peaceful fall of white feathers, when Kamuii and Kotori grabbed his collar and pulled him into the video game arcade.
"Play DDR, Fuuma! Show us your moves!" Kamuii and Kotori shouted gleefully. Oh, I'll show you some moves, thought Fuuma. He shrugged. I might as well humor them before I kill them.
So, here he was, atop the Dance Dance Revolution dance pad, about to jump up and down to some little girly pop song. Fuuma sighed. Why couldn't he be off angsting on some building top?
"Fuuma, pick a song!" chirped Kamuii, a smile lighting up his face. Fuuma searched throughout the titles.... "Candy"... "Cowgirl" ... What the hell is it with these stupid names? He saw the song "It's Raining Men." Hmm, he thought. 'It's Raining Severed Body Parts' would have been a better name, but...
*Click!* Fumma looked around, startled. Kotori had just pressed the "OK" button. He was going to dance to "It's Raining Men." He let out a sigh and rolled his shoulders and neck to get ready.
Lights flashed, and the disco song started. The bass pounded. He started to twitch. Fuuma's foot was involuntarily tapping to the beat. Hey, I kinda like this! he thought. He closed his eyes and got into the groove. He was boogie-ing down when he felt a tap on his unnaturally wide shoulder. "Umm, Fuuma, you're supposed to dance to the arrows on the screen," Kamuii pointed out. Fumma stared at the television screen. Holy shit!!!
Fuuma jumped around, desperately trying to match the stepping pattern on the screen. Alas, he was too uncoordinated. The game started to make booing noises. "Get off the stage!" yelled a voice from the speakers. Fumma was outraged. Never had a video game demonstrated such insolence! This will not be tolerated, thought Fuuma. It must die.
Just as the song ended and his grade of "E" was displayed, Fuuma reached over the bar and pulled Kotori towards him. He delved his hand into her stomach and ripped out a sword. Kamuii stared in shock.
"Never again will I be humiliated by you!" Fumma screamed as he plunged the bloody sword deep into the video screen. It exploded, but the sound effects still continued. "NOOOO!" He slashed the speakers, the lights, the dance platform... everything. When Fuuma's rage was over, only a smoldering pile of DDR game pieces was left. His chest still heaving, he threw the sword on the ground and walked out. Kotori lay dead on the floor, while Kamuii was rolled into a little trembling ball in th corner of the arcade. Fuuma smiled. My work is done here, he thought, as he stepped out into the rain of white feathers.
"Go Fuuma!" wailed Kotori from behind him. Fuuma shot an irritated glance over his shoulder. Stupid bitch. Why am I here anyway? What the fuck is Dance Dance Revolution?! He was walking down the street, enjoying the peaceful fall of white feathers, when Kamuii and Kotori grabbed his collar and pulled him into the video game arcade.
"Play DDR, Fuuma! Show us your moves!" Kamuii and Kotori shouted gleefully. Oh, I'll show you some moves, thought Fuuma. He shrugged. I might as well humor them before I kill them.
So, here he was, atop the Dance Dance Revolution dance pad, about to jump up and down to some little girly pop song. Fuuma sighed. Why couldn't he be off angsting on some building top?
"Fuuma, pick a song!" chirped Kamuii, a smile lighting up his face. Fuuma searched throughout the titles.... "Candy"... "Cowgirl" ... What the hell is it with these stupid names? He saw the song "It's Raining Men." Hmm, he thought. 'It's Raining Severed Body Parts' would have been a better name, but...
*Click!* Fumma looked around, startled. Kotori had just pressed the "OK" button. He was going to dance to "It's Raining Men." He let out a sigh and rolled his shoulders and neck to get ready.
Lights flashed, and the disco song started. The bass pounded. He started to twitch. Fuuma's foot was involuntarily tapping to the beat. Hey, I kinda like this! he thought. He closed his eyes and got into the groove. He was boogie-ing down when he felt a tap on his unnaturally wide shoulder. "Umm, Fuuma, you're supposed to dance to the arrows on the screen," Kamuii pointed out. Fumma stared at the television screen. Holy shit!!!
Fuuma jumped around, desperately trying to match the stepping pattern on the screen. Alas, he was too uncoordinated. The game started to make booing noises. "Get off the stage!" yelled a voice from the speakers. Fumma was outraged. Never had a video game demonstrated such insolence! This will not be tolerated, thought Fuuma. It must die.
Just as the song ended and his grade of "E" was displayed, Fuuma reached over the bar and pulled Kotori towards him. He delved his hand into her stomach and ripped out a sword. Kamuii stared in shock.
"Never again will I be humiliated by you!" Fumma screamed as he plunged the bloody sword deep into the video screen. It exploded, but the sound effects still continued. "NOOOO!" He slashed the speakers, the lights, the dance platform... everything. When Fuuma's rage was over, only a smoldering pile of DDR game pieces was left. His chest still heaving, he threw the sword on the ground and walked out. Kotori lay dead on the floor, while Kamuii was rolled into a little trembling ball in th corner of the arcade. Fuuma smiled. My work is done here, he thought, as he stepped out into the rain of white feathers.