Hanging With The Chief

Chapter 10: Performing A Flip

Diamond City, a city full of tall buildings, skyscrapers, and diamond encrusted streets covered by people and transportation. In this beautiful city lies a apartment building called Gateway Towers, a building with everything that a millionaire would want, but the price of the building is cheep for a average paid person to buy. Everything inside and outside the building had diamonds on it: The floors, the walls, the rooms, even the toilets. I've been living inside room 525 in this diamond encrusted apartment for three month since I flew from a little town from Japan called Yuhi town. Throughout the days that I have been living in this country, I was able to get a job by working at night karaoke club called Superstar. Sometimes, working at that nightclub sucks because of the tone-deaf "singers" and the drunken bastards that would bother me every five minutes, but I'm not alone. My bancho would always help me out. He's the bouncer in the club, and sometimes, he would get the meaning of "bodyguard" mixed up with the meaning of "bouncer." In my apartment, I was sitting on the couch watching something on television in my living room until I heard someone knocking at my door. I got up and was looking through the peephole to find out who it was that was knocking at my door. "Who is that guy?" I thought, I open the door and asked him a question.

"Can I help you?" I said, the door was slightly opened.

"Yeah, I need someone who can help me put all of my items in my apartment." He said.

"Can't you call U-Hall for that?" I said

"I don't have the money for that."

"Well…Call the Elite Beat Agents."

"You're joking, right?"

"No, I'm not."

"That joke's not funny! Don't say that crap again." The guy started to raise his voice.

I open my door and was about to confront him. When I finally got a good look at the guy, I notice that he looks exactly like one of my friends. The guy was wearing navy blue sunglasses with matching light brown Carpo suits and work shoes. His headphones were smaller then my friend's headphones and had the number "10.21" etched on the left speaker of the headphones.

"Whoa, nice outfit Spin." I said.

"Who's Spin?" The guy said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You remind me of someone." I said

When I was looking at the guy, he notice the Yuhi symbol that was printed on my red headband, that's when the guy start to get really excited about seeing me.

"Hey, I know who you are! You're Hajime Tanaka, you're the "first time" cheerleader from the Yuhi Ouendan Cheer Squad."

"Looks like someone from this country knows a lot about me, and I thought Spin was the only one." I said.

"Who the heck is Spin?" The guy said.

"Forget what I said, let me help you out with those boxes." I said.

"I thought you didn't want to."

"Well, It's great to help a fan out." I said.

"Alright!" The guy said

I helped him with the boxes and placed the items in room 526. Each item that I took out of the boxes included CD's, music sheets, an MP3 player and other things related to music. While I was unpacking the items out of the boxes, I notice that their were there other boxes in the hallway, and one of the flaps in the boxes were torn slightly. I examine one of the boxes, and found a unfolded flag that had the letters "P.A.E.B.A" on it. Their was also pieces of paper that had a picture of a man with a cowboy hat with sunglasses, and had both a beard and a mustache. "Hmm…That person look familiar." I said.

"What are you looking at?" I heard.

"Oh, I'm sorry. One of your boxes had been damaged, and I was trying to-"

"That's alright, I better tell you what's going on." He said, the guy had put one of his boxes on the living room floor and sat on it. "My name is Darnell Washington, but some of my friends call me "Flip," and I have been a fan of your cheer squad for five years. Ever since I had heard of you guys, I wanted to be just like ya'll."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with this?" I said, I had grabbed the items from one of the damaged boxes. The item that I got from the boxes was a little poster that had the sentence, "E.B.A.: Copies Of The Original Cheerleaders" printed on it.

"Remember when you told me to call the Elite Beat Agents?" Darnell said.

"Yeah, what about them? I said.

"This is the reason why I thought you were joking." Darnell said.

Darnell grabbed and opened one of the boxes, and pulled out a flag that had the picture of the E.B.A. badge with a red 'X' covering it. Below the crossed out badge was the acronym "P.A.E.B.A." I had a feeling that Darnell had a problem with the Agents.

"You don't like the Agents?" I said.

"don't like them? I HATE THEM!" Darnell said.

"You hate them, why?" I said.

"They try to imitate your cheer squad."

"Their not imitating us."

"What do you mean? They try to walk like you guys, talk like you guys, they even try to cheer like you guys. Their nothing but a bunch of cheep duplicates of the Ouendan."

"Well…I don't think so."

"You're really scaring me Haji-kun."

"I'm older than you."

"Whatever, I'm going to show you proof that they are trying to copy you guys." Darnell was looking at all of the boxes until he found one laying on one of the dark brown leather couches in the living room "There it is." Darnell said. He opened the box that was laying on the dark brown leather couch. Inside the box was a bunch of newspaper articles and magazines displaying the Agents, he starts to show pictures of the them in the article.

"Remember a few years ago when the Yuhi Squad was helping out the soul of a motorcycle rider trying to talk to his girlfriend for the last time?" Darnell said.

"Yes, I remember that." I said.

"Well, that same year, A little girl lost her father from a plane accident and the copycat Agents helped the father meet his family on Christmas."

"Coincidence" I said.

"Coincidence? That's a big load of crap! They knew everything about that." Darnell said. "How about this?"

Darnell grabbed another article from the box of doom and it displayed another picture of one of the Agents holding a big golden key to the mayor's office.

"Remember when you guys save the world from that big meteor in space?" Darnell said.

"Yeah, what about that?" I said.

"Those imitators claimed that they save the world from aliens, and you wanna know how they stop them?"

"Let me guess, music?" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, music. What kind of alien would be afraid of music?"

The EBA hater yet again grabbed another article, this time from a international newspaper simply called "International Gazette". "I know you're going to agree with me on this story." Darnell said.

"What is it now?" I said.

"In this article, it said that an agent by the name of Chieftain, made a waitress become an famous Broadway actress." Darnell said.

"What about it?" I said.

"The Yuhi Squad help a young woman become a ice-skater." Darnell said

"Actually, we didn't do that one-" I was interrupted by Darnell.

"You see, the Elite Beat Agents are a bunch of copycats, imitators, impostors that should not have the right to even try to save someone's life. The EBA can't do anything right, how can you help someone by dancing?" Darnell said.

"The same way I would help someone by cheering, the way that they cheer is different from the way that the Ouendan would cheer." I said.

"…but it's not the right way to cheer, an ouendan doesn't cheer to Ashlee Simpson, they cheer to their own sounds. You don't need microphones and fancy suits to help someone in distress. It doesn't make any sense that they need to look like a bunch of idiots and dance like pregnant high school chicks who had their life ruined by some random guy who decided not to wear protection in the janitor's closet during prom night." Darnell said

"Darnell, you may think that the Agents can't do anything, but I bet their's a lot of people out their who would disagree on your opinion." I said, proudly.

"I know, and that's why I started this club for people that will disagree with what you just said. As of now, I will start the People Against Elite Beat Agents club. A club full of people that hate the way agents would try to copy the original cheerleaders."

"You are taking this way too far, you really don't need to do this."

"Oh, but I will, and I can, and it all starts tomorrow."

"Well, the agents are going to stop you before you even start."

"They won't see it coming, Hajime."

"I'm leaving" I said, walking out the door, but before I had a chance to stay away from this crazy, evil-spirited baka, he said one thing that made me a little pissed off.

"You know, if I ever wanted to ask the Ouendan for help, I would ask you guys to destroy the agents."

"Screw you!" I said.

"Huh?" Darnell said.

"Nothing" I said

I went back to my apartment room 525. Throughout the whole entire day, I was just sitting on a chair, resting my head on my hands with my elbows on the table. I was just thinking about what Darnell was saying. Making a club for people who hate the Elite Beat Agents, how would my friend react? Speaking of my best friend, Spin was knocking on the door. I was telling my American rival about my whole day with Darnell.

"So he's going to start a club full of EBA haters?" Spin said.

"Yes, that's what he said." I said

"Do you know when or where is he going to do this?"

"He didn't tell me a lot, he just told me that he was going to start a club where everyone would disagree on my opinion about you guys tomorrow."

"Dang," Spin frowns and shakes his head, than he took off his dark-green sunglasses. "I can't believe Darnell is doing this to show how much he hates me." Spin said.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"That guy that you met a while ago, he's my brother." Spin said.

"Nani?…" This can't be true.