Have you ever woken up to receive the feeling that something or someone was watching you? That's exactly how Masamune felt when he woke with a start.
Only, this wasn't merely just a mental feeling. Masamune felt like something was sitting on his legs. Something heavy.
"What the?" he started, as he glanced down, but he couldn't see a thing until his eyes adjusted to the dark. But the hairs on the back of his neck rose when he heard heavy breathing, and that made him come to the conclusion that something was definitely sitting over him as he slept.
Soon, his eyes did their job and he was able to make out a figure hunched right over his body. He screamed.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF ME!"
Masamune's screams woke Madoka, who immediately leapt up to switch on the light. What she saw shocked her.
Ginga sat over Masamune, his eyes wide and tweaked. Ginga was shaking and twitching, his lips were stretched into the creepiest smile the world had ever seen. But what was even more disturbing was the fact that Ginga had wrapped tin foil around his head.
Ginga put his fingers to Masamune's lips, hi eye twitching. "Shhh, they'll hear us."
"Who'll hear us?" Masamune asked, swatting Ginga's hand away from his mouth. "And why the hell are you wearing foil on your head?"
"The government," he replied and picked up a roll of foil. "Here, put this on, it'll keep your brainwaves safe."
"I'm not wearing foil, you clown. Get off me!" Masamune pushed Ginga to the side, jumped up and ran to Madoka. "Madoka! Something's wrong with Ginga!"
"When is anything ever right with Ginga?" she asked, before glancing over to see Ginga sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth. "Well, I guess he's acting slightly more strange than usual. Tsubasa, wake up!"
Madoka kicked Tsubasa awake, he sat up and rubbed his head. "Why is it so illegal for a man to get a good night's rest around you people? Look at me! I'm aging prematurely, you think it's normal for me to have gray hair at my age!"
"Tsubasa, shut up! This is not the time to complain about your hair, Ginga's lost it!" Masamune yelled.
Just then, Yu woke up at the sound of Masamune's voice. "Why is everyone yelling?"
"Get back Yu," Tsubasa warned as he approached Ginga cautiously. "Ginga, it's going to be okay, we'll get you some help alright? Some professional help. Just come with me."
Ginga gave Tsubasa a suspicious glare. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Get me alone so that you can sell me to the government so they can harvest my organs on the black market. You're one of them. I'm onto you, Tsubasa," he turned and pointed to the others standing by the door. "I'm onto all of you…"
Tsubasa, suddenly realizing how severe the situation was, outstretched an arm to touch Ginga's shoulder. Ginga didn't take the gesture too well. He began hissing and inching away into the corner further, lashing out with his hands clawed.
Tsubasa jumped back, put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "It's worse than I thought."
"Let's go downstairs and see if anyone can help," offered Madoka. "Leave him here for now."
So Masamune, Yu, Madoka and Tsubasa went downstairs and walked into the bar. They received the same greeting as Ginga had earlier that night as all eyes landed on them, but at the moment, they couldn't care less. They just wanted someone to help them figure out what had happened to their crazy, psychotic friend upstairs.
"Hey," called the biker who had given Giga the No-Doz. "You're all with that skinny ginger that came down here before, aren't you?"
"Skinny ginger?" asked Masamune.
"Yeah, the oblivious kid with the migraine. How's he holding up?"
"How do you know we have an oblivious, skinny ginger for a friend?" asked Madoka. "And what do you mean he had a migraine?"
Another biker cut off the first. "The ginger came downstairs earlier asking for painkillers because he said his head hurt. We gave him caffeine pills instead." The whole bar burst out laughing.
Madoka exploded. "So that's what happened to him! You're the reason he's upstairs right now wrapped in foil, hissing like an alleycat and accusing the government of trying to harvest his organs!"
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me!"
"Oh, we've gotta see that…"
Madoka balled her fist, fury raging in her tiny body, despite the fact that she was about the same size as the biker's big toe.
Then, their argument was interrupted as somebody came running and screaming down the stairs, making an all out Tarzan call. The whole var turned and watched as Ginga flung himself off the steps and landed on the bar bench, beating his chest and hollering at the top of his lungs.
As he prowled around the bar on his toes and knuckles like an ape , he accidentally knocked a drink on one of the biggest bikers in the room. This was not taken well.
The biker jumped up and made an attempt to grab Ginga, but missed when Ginga bounced onto Tsubasa's back. Suddenly, the gang found themselves running for their lives out of the bar to their car,
They had only just gotten into the car when Tsubasa turned to Madoka and said, "Oh God, where's Yu?"
She spun around to the back seat, only seeing a spacey eyed Ginga and a terrified looking Masamune. "He must be still inside!"
"We've got to go back for him," yelled Tsubasa.
Masamune grabbed Tsubasa's hair. "No, Tsubasa it's too late! They've go him now, there's nothing we can do! Leave him and let's get out of here."
Masamune was ignored as the others got out of the car. Tsubasa ran into the bar as a sea of bikers and huntsmen rolled out. Ginga grabbed Masamune and Madoka around the waist, slung them over his shoulder and climbed onto the roof to safety. From their elevated position, they watched on in awe as Tsubasa entered action hero mode.
He charged through the crowd of men, pushing a few out of the way. With his hair flowing, he seemed to slow down. If you used your imagination, you could envision explosions going off behind him. Once inside, he scanned the room for Yu. He saw him instantly, clinging to a table leg for dear life. Tsubasa ran to him, scooped him up in his arms and carried him out bridal style. Somhowo the door had closed, but Tsubasa kicked it open heroically.
The angry men ignored him and went for the car instead. One of the biggest, seemingly not giving too much of a rat's butt, got in the car and drove off.
"My dad's car!" Madoka yelled from the rooftop.
Ginga shrugged, unfazed by all the commotion he'd caused. "So, we'll catch a bus. Or we'll walk. Either way, we'll get to the burgers faster than we had of if Tsubasa was driving."
Masamune flung himself into Ginga's arms and wept hysterically. "But Ginga! The ketchup was in the car!"
Ginga's attention was now caught.
Noticing Ginga's eye twitching, Madoka asked, "Ginga, are you okay?"
"They took the ketchup." He said in a monotone voice.
Below them, Tsubasa kicked away bikers to the best of his ability but he was slowly beginning to get swamped as they came at him from all directions.
"They took the ketchup," Ginga repeated.
Suddenly, he snapped. He launched himself off the room, plunging straight into the crowd as the only thing still visible of Tsubasa was a single extended hand reaching for the ky. The sun was rising, it cast a glorious new glow on the battle as Ginga proceeded to scream and fight all of the men.
In a matter of only 3 minutes, Ginga stood victorious, puffing and panting surrounded by a car park full of unconscious men…
When they were sure it was safe to do so, Masamune and Madoka climbed down off the roof. Tsubasa's jaw hung low to the ground, Yu hid his face in his shirt as they watched Ginga dramatically fell unconscious as well, totally exhausted from his caffeine high.
"Well, that was interesting," said Masamune before wandering off.
Madoka ran over to Ginga, kneeling beside him. Tsubasa approached.
"We've got to get out of here before any of these men wake up, I think we got lucky this time… If they had another chance at us, I don't believe we'd make it out!"
"But how, Tsubasa? Ginga's knocked out cold."
"We'll have to take turns carrying him until he wakes up," Tsubasa sighed.
"No need for that," Masamune exclaimed as he wheeled a wheelbarrow out from behind the inn. "Yours truly has just invented the number one Ginga transportation device."
"A wheelbarrow?" Madoka asked.
"Do you have a better idea?"
One of the bikers stirred. Tsubasa handed Yu to Madoka and picked up Ginga, he carried him over to Masamune's wheelbarrow and plonked him in.
"We have no choice, Madoka. We'll push him along in this. If we can get walk to a service station, we can use their phone to call for help."
And so, as the morning sun rose higher in the sky, Tsubasa, Madoka, Yu, and Masamune took turns wheeling an unconscious Ginga along the highway in a wheelbarrow.
