Title: What Has Rage Done? Izam's Visit part two
Summary: Akira's saturday morning goes to hell as Izam and Johnny have it out over something ridiculous.
Disclaimer: I don't own DDR...Konami does...
Warning:Towel fight!
Author's Note: I think fluffy slippers are nice.
What Has Rage Done:
Izam's Visit Part Two
Akira poured milk into his cereal and scratched his chest. He was wearing a baby blue wife beater and pajama pants that said "DDRX2" on them. He won the at a tournament and he loved them. But what he really loved were the plush black bear house shoes he's bought one day while shopping with Rage. He saw them as a symbol of their love and wore them as much as he could without looking crazy.
Usually, he only wore them before 9 a.m.
The raven haired Japanese shuffled over to the couch with his bowl and sat down. Pulling the tv tray close, he dug into his favorite cereal: Astro-O's. He liked the way the multi-colored rings smashed in his mouth.
Sighing, he closed his eyes and reflected on the lovely Saturday morning. Maybe today he and Rage –
CRASH!
"Hey Johnny Hey Johnny Hey Johnny you bastard hey Johnny you bastard –"
"Fuck Izam Gimme the towel it's the last one –"
"You ass you bastard you have one you ass it's on your waist let me have this one you have one you bastard I'm Izam the guest you have a towl I'm a –"
"Get OUT Of The Bathroom Izam Holy Fuck you retard –"
"What? How dare you! What! Rage Rage Rage –"
"Oh hell no!" Johnny began to shout too.
"Rage! Izam's bein' an Ass! Rage!"
Akira forced a spoonful of Astro-O's into his mouth and screwed his eyes shut. There goes the morning.
In the hall, Izam was on the ground, towel firmly in his grasp. Johnny, on the other hand was growling and cursing and tugging on the extra towel.
"It's the last fuckin' towel Izam! I need it!"
"No you don't I need it I need it I'm a guest I need it! It's a blue towel I like it I like blue I need this –"
Izam stopped as a shadow loomed over him. He broke into a grin.
"Hi Rage HI Rage Hi Rage Hi Rage GOOD MORNING! HI Rage Good Morning I'm awake Good-"
"Shut up Izam!" Johnny snapped. "Rage! He's taking the last towel!"
Rage looked down at Izam and the shirtless youth got up, ruffling his hat flattened spikes.
"Well I didn't know Rage I didn't know I'm sorry I'll go get them now!" Izam shuffled off in wind-up teeth boxers, lime green.
Johnny snatched up the towel and wrapped it around his hair. "I hate your brother…"
Rage crossed his arms and stared, his camo p.j.'s long, and pooling at his ankles.
What would Rage Do?