Title: beautiful people
Pairing: Shiro X Lika
Theme: 4. our distance and that person
Disclaimer: The Demon Ororon is the intellectual property of Hakase Mizuki. No profit was made from this pathetic little imitation of a story.

This beach trip was turning into the beach trip from hell.

Damn but that bathing suite was driving him mad. Lika had on a black bikini that left little to the imagination. Every time he turned around Othello and Lika were together, always a little closer than strictly necessary. Othello rubbing suntan lotion on Lika's back while Ororon made sure his brother didn't get too close to Chiaki. Fucking beautiful people showing off in the sun. Well there was something he could do about that.

He turned back to Kuro and handed him a fully loaded and pumped water gun, giving his own a few more quick pumps. He gave one final check to the water balloons stuffed in the cargo pockets on the sides of his swim trunks before they headed out. They silently crawled across the white sand beach of Okinawa towards their prey. They got with in feet before he gave the signal to halt. He waited, hot sun beating down on his soon to be sun burned back. He was waiting for a suitable distraction so he would be able to get closer. He grit his teeth watching Lika lean over and kiss Othello oh so casually. Ororon said something that set everyone to laughing. He leapt to his feet running with Kuro at his heels. He lobbed the balloons at his target. The first landed with a plop on Ororon's head, the second hit the armrest of Lika's chair bursting and splashing her and Othello. Both of Kuro's struck the back of Chiaki's chair drenching her back and hair. The girls screeched while Othello and Ororon whipped around glaring at their assailants. He took aim and fired at Othello's face. Kuro spread fire across the group spraying everyone. As the pressure in the guns went down they back peddled up the beach rapidly pumping the guns as their wet friends gave chase. He pulled the trigger again emptying his weapons before throwing it aside. He picked up Kuro who was having trouble with the gun; he couldn't run and get it to work at the same time. He ran kicking up sand and hearing the screams for vengeance come closer and closer.

"I've got it." Kuro climbed up his brother's chest and fired on their pursuers over his shoulder.

The screams got louder and more indigent.

"They're going to kill us!" Kuro screamed in his ear, just incase he couldn't hear the death threats.

He looked back for a second, and tripped falling hard on the sand. He scrambled trying to keep his short lead, but it was too late they pounced on him pushing his face into the sand.

There was no highlight reel of his life, but by now he stopped expecting it. He was thinking about blacking out before the hand pushing his face down had a change of heart yanking his head up pulling his scalp half off his skull. It must have been Ororon, Othello would've made sure he was dead.

There in front of him was Lika in that damn bikini wet and red in the face from screaming at him. She was being held back by Othello but still managed to kick sand in his face.

thanks so much to h to the isso it's not exsactly what was requested but your review gave me the ideal.