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Mirage
by Rei Himura
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Disclaimer: Honestly, *sweet smile* I will personally hunt you down and kill you if you didn't know to -whom- FoR belongs to!
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Part 5: Charlie how your Angels get down like that?
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[Previously]
"What in Kami-sama's name-!" Joker yelled. He was thrown off his chair and was now nursing a lump at the back of his head. His shades dangled precariously on the bridge of his sharp nose.
"Kirisawa?"
"Mikagami?"
"Ice boy?"
"Jester?"
"What are are you doing here!" all three shouted in unison.
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"You're invading my personal -and- private haven." replied the ice boy cooly. He let the watery blade to the Ensui fall down to the floor, splashing onto Joker's track pants.
"Hey hey! Watch it!" he yelled in protest, still nursing the lump at the back of his head. His Taishaku Kaiten, sadly, was on the other side of the room. Fuuko narrowed her eyes and strained against the ropes which still bound her. Mikagami noticed her state of captiveness and glowered at Joker.
"Why are you tied up Fuuko?" came the response. Fuuko blinked and widened her eyes. Oh man... being aloof has finally got to his brain...
"Because apparently, I kidnapped her and tied her up. Where were you the past few days? Timbuktoo?" Joker snapped. With the sudden presence of the almost ever elusive ice boy, his temper seemed to be running loose. He went behind Fuuko, shaded eyes locked onto Mikagami, and unbound her. Fuuko rubbed her wrists and then reached out for her Fuujin. After snapping back onto her wrist, she turned and faced the pair who were literally glaring daggers at one another. Being used to this kind of tension back at the apartment (Koganei fought with Domon a lot over the use of the Playstation), she sighed and threw her hands up in the air.
"You were saying something about buying food -Joker-." she deliberately emphasised his name. Joker snapped and then flipped open his Motorola mobile phone. He left the pair to the side of the room to deal with their delayed dinner. Fuuko turned to face Mikagami. She remembered the incident back at Recca's house and still hadn't forgiven him. He had acted like a jerk... oh wait, he -was- a jerk. She growled and glared.
"So... you're personal and private haven huh? I don't see your name anywhere." for emphasis, she walked about the small dingy room and looked up and down, expecting to find a plate or a sign that mentioned the warehouse belonged to him. Mikagami narrowed his cerulean eyes and watched her every movements. Her inspection over, she turned back to face him. She shrugged.
"No name, no claim." she smirked at him, hands on her slim hips.
"To be precise... this belongs to Raiha-han." came Joker's voice from his corner. He didn't store and Chinese restauranjt number in his phone and thus settled to order some lasagne and a hawaiian supreme from Pizza Hut. After all, he had a tab there. Fuuko blinked, Mikagami kept his cool.
"Thunder boy owns this place?" snorted Mikagami. He rolled his eyes and then took a seat on one of the decaying crates nearby. His movements were delicate. Too delicate. Fuuko almost wondered if he was a man at all. Correction, if he was a -boy- at all. All she felt now for him was utter contempt and hatred. How could she have ever lived and put up with him? This egoistical chauvinistic pig. No doubt perhaps he had praised her attempts and efforts during the Ura Butou Satsujin. But perhaps it was the effect Kagerou had on him. Now... he was acting like one of his ice berg brethren. She scowled.
"Thunder boy? Well that's a new one, -ice boy-. Raiha's a few more years older than you, don't see him as a boy though. But anyway, yes, he owns this place. Entrusted it to me." Joker explained to the other two occupants of the room.
"Must have been desperate..." the younger male muttered in his corner. Joker rolled his eyes. I swear... if only I didn't swear -not- to kill anyone in this building, I would have -gladly- run my Taishaku Kaiten into this naive bakayarou. Another one of his bad moods. This boy was as temperamental as the Kirisawa girl herself. Joker widened his eyes at the sudden revelation.
"Whatever. Leave you two idiosyncratics alone." Mikagami got up to leave but a strange sceptre-like object obstructed his path. He followed the length of the gnarled body before locking his gaze with Joker's.
"Oh no... you're not going anywhere."
"What?" Fuuko nearly yelled in surprise.
"He's coming with us."
"Where to?" Mikagami asked casually. Must be one of those soul-searching road trips.
"You'll see." one couldn't mistake the almost sinister fanged-grin Joker gave the young male. Even Fuuko shuddered. Was it just her, or the temperature in the room had plummeted almost suddenly?
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Mirage
by Rei Himura
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Disclaimer: Honestly, *sweet smile* I will personally hunt you down and kill you if you didn't know to -whom- FoR belongs to!
*************
Part 5: Charlie how your Angels get down like that?
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[Previously]
"What in Kami-sama's name-!" Joker yelled. He was thrown off his chair and was now nursing a lump at the back of his head. His shades dangled precariously on the bridge of his sharp nose.
"Kirisawa?"
"Mikagami?"
"Ice boy?"
"Jester?"
"What are are you doing here!" all three shouted in unison.
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"You're invading my personal -and- private haven." replied the ice boy cooly. He let the watery blade to the Ensui fall down to the floor, splashing onto Joker's track pants.
"Hey hey! Watch it!" he yelled in protest, still nursing the lump at the back of his head. His Taishaku Kaiten, sadly, was on the other side of the room. Fuuko narrowed her eyes and strained against the ropes which still bound her. Mikagami noticed her state of captiveness and glowered at Joker.
"Why are you tied up Fuuko?" came the response. Fuuko blinked and widened her eyes. Oh man... being aloof has finally got to his brain...
"Because apparently, I kidnapped her and tied her up. Where were you the past few days? Timbuktoo?" Joker snapped. With the sudden presence of the almost ever elusive ice boy, his temper seemed to be running loose. He went behind Fuuko, shaded eyes locked onto Mikagami, and unbound her. Fuuko rubbed her wrists and then reached out for her Fuujin. After snapping back onto her wrist, she turned and faced the pair who were literally glaring daggers at one another. Being used to this kind of tension back at the apartment (Koganei fought with Domon a lot over the use of the Playstation), she sighed and threw her hands up in the air.
"You were saying something about buying food -Joker-." she deliberately emphasised his name. Joker snapped and then flipped open his Motorola mobile phone. He left the pair to the side of the room to deal with their delayed dinner. Fuuko turned to face Mikagami. She remembered the incident back at Recca's house and still hadn't forgiven him. He had acted like a jerk... oh wait, he -was- a jerk. She growled and glared.
"So... you're personal and private haven huh? I don't see your name anywhere." for emphasis, she walked about the small dingy room and looked up and down, expecting to find a plate or a sign that mentioned the warehouse belonged to him. Mikagami narrowed his cerulean eyes and watched her every movements. Her inspection over, she turned back to face him. She shrugged.
"No name, no claim." she smirked at him, hands on her slim hips.
"To be precise... this belongs to Raiha-han." came Joker's voice from his corner. He didn't store and Chinese restauranjt number in his phone and thus settled to order some lasagne and a hawaiian supreme from Pizza Hut. After all, he had a tab there. Fuuko blinked, Mikagami kept his cool.
"Thunder boy owns this place?" snorted Mikagami. He rolled his eyes and then took a seat on one of the decaying crates nearby. His movements were delicate. Too delicate. Fuuko almost wondered if he was a man at all. Correction, if he was a -boy- at all. All she felt now for him was utter contempt and hatred. How could she have ever lived and put up with him? This egoistical chauvinistic pig. No doubt perhaps he had praised her attempts and efforts during the Ura Butou Satsujin. But perhaps it was the effect Kagerou had on him. Now... he was acting like one of his ice berg brethren. She scowled.
"Thunder boy? Well that's a new one, -ice boy-. Raiha's a few more years older than you, don't see him as a boy though. But anyway, yes, he owns this place. Entrusted it to me." Joker explained to the other two occupants of the room.
"Must have been desperate..." the younger male muttered in his corner. Joker rolled his eyes. I swear... if only I didn't swear -not- to kill anyone in this building, I would have -gladly- run my Taishaku Kaiten into this naive bakayarou. Another one of his bad moods. This boy was as temperamental as the Kirisawa girl herself. Joker widened his eyes at the sudden revelation.
"Whatever. Leave you two idiosyncratics alone." Mikagami got up to leave but a strange sceptre-like object obstructed his path. He followed the length of the gnarled body before locking his gaze with Joker's.
"Oh no... you're not going anywhere."
"What?" Fuuko nearly yelled in surprise.
"He's coming with us."
"Where to?" Mikagami asked casually. Must be one of those soul-searching road trips.
"You'll see." one couldn't mistake the almost sinister fanged-grin Joker gave the young male. Even Fuuko shuddered. Was it just her, or the temperature in the room had plummeted almost suddenly?
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