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Flowery Fun!
One day, as Kamui was strolling along mourning over Kotori, Fuuma, and other related angst-ridden stuff, just minding his own business, something so horrible, so degrading, so utterly humiliating happened to him that he just snapped.
It started raining sakura petals.
The pretty little pink flowers swirled around him, creating a peaceful, serene atmosphere, such a contrast to his depressed, moody aura. Of course this had happened before…many, many times before…so Kamui should have been used to it, right?
"What the hell?! Look people, I know I'm pretty, but I've had enough! What the hell is with all the friggin' flower petals all the time?! It gets so freaking annoying after it happens over and over and over and over and over again!" the infuriated boy shouted.
He then reached into his shirt and procured a small book that had magically made no lump in the skin-tight article of clothing.
"That's it! I quit! I can't take it anymore! You killed off Kotori, you make Fuuma molest me every three seconds, the fate of the world rests entirely in my hands even though I'm only fifteen for crying out loud, and to top it all off, I've got scars all over me! Scars! Do you know what this will do to my future career as a swimsuit model?! Well?! Do you?! Of course not! Because you never think about anyone but yourselves!" Kamui shouted, waving around the small packet. "Take your stupid script and find some other guy to play the flowery, sissy, tormented, pretty boy!" The flowery, sissy, tormented, pretty boy then tore up his script, threw it on the ground, and ran out of the studio, sobbing.
There was silence for all of five seconds until Camera Man No. 3 spoke up.
"Well, now what are we supposed to do…?"