Adventures of Rock Howard. Sucks to suk my boi. We enter more characters next chap.
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"WE'RE LAAA-"
"I'm here! I'm here!"
Rock Howard burst out of his house with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a crazed look in his eye. The bag was stuffed full of clothes, his wallet, his passport… well, essentially anything else he could lay hold of while tearing through his room. He had done his best to pack as quickly and quietly as possible in order that his father didn't wake up. Terry was asleep on the living room couch, and Rock didn't have time to explain the situation to him. The plane left in two hours, and Iori was screaming at the side of his house.
Unfortunately, despite Rock's efforts, Terry didn't remain asleep long. Nothing could snooze through the racket the red-haired man was making outside. Iori Yagami could raise the dead. Terry was rudely awakened by a "Howaaard! I'm downgrading you to the cargo hold if you make me miss my flight!"
Southtown's legendary wolf nearly jumped out of his skin as he tumbled off the couch. He looked up just in time to see his son fleeing the place with a suitcase stuffed with his belongings. Terry rushed outside to see a wild-eyed Rock Howard frantically toss his possessions into Iori's car, and jump into the passenger's seat through the open window. Iori yelled something indecipherable, and with a roar, they were off.
Terry stood, blinking, on the sidewalk in his pyjama pants watching the mini hatchback retreat down the street. Rock could see the utter shock and betrayal on his face from the rear-view mirror. He tried to wave, or somehow signal that he wasn't abandoning his father, but the car skidded around a corner before Rock had a chance to.
Euh… dad probably thinks I'm running away from home… or Iori kidnapped me or something… I should give him a call.
With a grunt, Rock patted down for his phone. He'd sworn he stuck it in his jeans' pocket, but it was nowhere to be found. It was probably in the trunk… hopefully. Rock Howard didn't like travelling much, so the very prospect of travelling across several continents was nerve wracking. Doing it without reliable communication? My worst nightmare.
If course, Iori never gave him much of a choice in these matters - and Rock was too scared to refuse any of his boss's requests. Iori Yagami was a deadly fighter who could kill with a glance. Just last week, Rock had gone to practice to find everyone gathered outside the building. Someone, probably a rival band, had bolted the doors shut and welded the hinges together. When Iori arrived, he melted the entire iron door into a puddle and they commenced practice as if nothing was unusual.
The experience wasn't meant to be terrifying, the guys didn't seem to think anything of it. But then again, Jake and Rob weren't fighters, Rock recognized Iori's pyrokinesis for what it was- a killer. If one day Iori wasn't happy with him, it was very possible Rock Howard would disappear in a whiff of smoke and nobody would ever hear from him again.
So no, even though travelling across the world scared him shitless, he didn't dare refuse. Iori made death threats all the time, and Rock saw no reason not to believe them. In the interest of his own safety, here he was, sitting next to the most terrifying person he'd ever met, on route to the ends of the earth… and he needed his phone.
I'm screwed… it's probably in my luggage… It'd better be…
What did it matter that Rock could beat him in basketball, or that Iori had played along with his stupid lie over the phone and saved his social life... If Iori Yagami could casually melt steel on a whim, he could easily kill anyone with a glance. If he really wanted someone dead, they were going to die. Better yet, Iori had the most volatile temper on earth, and Rock was convinced anything could set him off.
Two years… I gotta survive two years in this crazy band, then my career will take off and I'll be free. Come on Rocky, you got thi-
"Howard! Fasten up. I don't wanna get a ticket 'cuz of you."
Iori had stopped shouting at Yamazaki over the phone, just long enough to shout at Rock, who was startled out of his pep-talk. The teenager flinched so violently he nearly jumped out of the seat. As he clicked his seatbelt in, he could make out the airport at the end of the road. Planes were flying in, others were flying out… this isn't a joke… this is actually happening. I'm gonna be stuck a thousand miles away from home with this crazy guy…
"Who the hell is SBF? I don't care about your weird bank stuff Yamazaki! Don't call me for money until I get my 10 - fucking - percent! No, I don't wanna buy a house, and I don't care that the market's gonna crash. Leave me alone, I'm about to fly- Hey, Howard. Look for Century street, There's a long-term-parking there. We're boarding at… check for MCO to Sydney - here."
Iori tossed his phone at his passenger. Rock almost fumbled it out the window.
I wish I could yell all day without my throat giving out. Acutally, When you sing opera, you generate the sound from your diaphragm, so you acutally get minimal strain on your throat. I can talk all day using that technique, but if I were to yell like crazy, like straight out scream, it would destroy my vocal chords. :0
"Losing my phone" Runs in Terry's family.
Ready for austrailia? hee :D
Imagine Howard drops Yag's phone out the window? He'd better jump out after it lul.
