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Lady Monozuki: Haha. This chapter was so much fun to write. And I know how many of you enjoyed the wonderful mental images that I instilled in the last chapter too. Perhaps the two hardest to swallow were Oishi in an afro and Tezuka with a teddy bear. My favorite mental images though. The onslaught continues in this chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Role-Playing Part Four/Camping Part Two
Ryoma had to admit that he was impressed by how normal the camping trip had been so far. Well, really, there hadn't been much time to really let the chaos ensue. Mostly because it had taken them most of yesterday to set up the campsite, which had left them completely exhausted. However, today was completely different. They didn't have to figure out how to set up the tent (even though the directions were writing in plain kanji), or figure out how to cook their food evenly (without eating half-charred, half-raw mush). So today was the day that boredom set in.
And it was awfully convenient that Syuusuke had the "perfect" solution. Which made him scowl. He shot a death glare at Fuji, who was unfortunately, immune to them. Ryoma still made a point to silently let his boyfriend know how unhappy he was with the current situation. Most specifically, the costume he was wearing.
"Syuusuke," he began in a deadly tone. "Why do I have to dress up in this outfit?"
"Because no one can pull it off like you can!"
Oh, Syuusuke was going to pay. And in the worst possible way. Yes. He would make sure of that. Because there was no in hell that he was going to take his boyfriend dressing him in a tight leather suit lying down. Especially when he was the only one dressed in such an embarrassing outfit. He shot glares at everyone else too. They would pay as well for going along with such a horrible idea.
Because they didn't have to suffer through the same thing he did. They got to be the cool characters. Kaidoh was dressed in ripped shorts and painted green, to help him get "more in character." Ryoma could see it. The scary tennis player was rather meek, but when he snapped…
Tezuka was dressed in a red, white, and blue outfit, complete with a shield. No one questioned Fuji "casting" Tezuka Captain America. It made the most sense. As did Oishi as Hawkeye, Kawamura as Thor, Inui as Loki, and Fuji as Iron Man. Perhaps the most baffling choices were Momo as Nick Fury, Eiji as Agent Coulson, and him as Black Widow.
He growled. Syuusuke was really going to pay for this.
"Ryoma! Come on, we have to save the world from the Chitauri!" Fuji said, a bit too happily.
"Don't want to," he replied. "Not dressed like this."
"But you're important to the plot! You have to close the portal that's sitting on top of Stark tower!"
"I'm not playing Black Widow. I want to be a different character."
"Well," Fuji contemplated, "I suppose there's an opening for Agent Hill."
Ryoma snapped.
~END~