Biker Wizards from Earth
Author's Note: Titled after the cartoon, Biker Mice from Mars. Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of MAZICA PARTY.
Pairing: Pre-slash Kezuru x Cratch.
Summary:
Kezuru has a confession. Cratch has a biker chick.
Cratch liked showing off. Kezuru's Mazin packed a punch, yet they were puny. Most of the magical creatures Cratch captured were physically menacing and/or cool. He took particular pride in showing off Acrobatta, the Vehicle Mazin, a cross between a grasshopper spirit and a child's bicycle. Akatorishiro had released his max power of justice too when battling the evil Fanhawk, but his Niwatoriman persona wasn't a form the forceful-eyed chicken could hold, unlike Acrobatta's talent for morphing into a motorbike.
Ac-kun was so much cooler than Shiro-chan!
"Cratch, I'm gay," Kezuru coughed out after an odd ten seconds of not loudening up his immediate surroundings.
Yeah, Cratch wasn't outshining that.
"Kezuru. Get on."
Kezuru couldn't deduce Cratch's stance from his tone. Was he mad? Sad? Glad? It was just…neutral. For Kezuru, worse than outright prejudice. Because at least he knew mean and treating yourself like a queen like Queen. Disrespect was Cratch's baseline.
Turning but still not able to see Cratch's eyes, Kezuru sat down behind his best friend, deliberately placing himself the furthest he could manage on Acrobatta's seat without falling off the edge. The plausibility Cratch might retaliate was very real.
In response, Cratch threw a hand back and drove Kezuru right against his back and butt.
"Se-se-se-seriously?" Kezuru screamed.
"Hm-hm-hm! Cratch is really scratchin'!" Cratch laughed, relishing Kezuru's torment. "Starting today, you're my old lady, Ke-zuru!"
"O-old lady?"
"That means you're my biker babe, OK? Nobody gets to have you!"
"I hate to interrupt." Fukulock flapped alongside the bike's flank. "Kezuru has an appointment with Headmaster Bradley at Mazica Academy."
"Ye-yes yes! Thank you, Fukulock! I better get to school before Anya changes her mind about me being the one to save the world! Aha ahaha!"
"Anya's owl is in that tree there. She's been spying on us forever. Bet you she likes to watch, eh, Kezuru?" Cratch took them vrooming towards school.
Kezuru grabbed on tight, the air calming his blush. Although he hadn't steered toward Cratch specifically, Cratch, who was steering, wasn't giving him any other option.
Wizard, saviour, biker chick: He was racking up all sorts of titles!