Sakano's Horrible, no good, really really spazzy bad day.

Today, today had been the worst day of Sakano's already stressful life. Things just kept piling up with no rests in between.

The blue haired man sighed dejectedly as he stopped in an alley to clean off his rain-fogged glasses. The events of the day kept on repeating themselves over and over in his mind. You see, it had all started from a simple phone call.

~~Flashback~~

The wooden chair creaked quietly when its owner Sakano, the producer of the band "Bad Luck" relaxed into it. Today was going to be good, he thought to himself. Things were going to get done quickly and efficiently he decided, pushing his glasses up. The dedicated worker was just about to start the day's paper work, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Sakano had to hold the phone back from his ear because of the loud angry squawking that was coming from the other end. A long sigh escaped the poor guy's lips as he leaned on his desk. ".Hello mother. yes. yes mother. I'm sorry mother."

An hour later he was finally able to set the receiver down after the ear splitting one way rant from his mother. It seemed that she had gotten a hold of a bottle of his father's best sake, and had drunkenly decided to call, to chew him out for not coming to visit for a while. He had tried to explain that he was very busy, but his placating words had failed to reach her mind.

~~End Flashback~~

And that was just the start, as things got rapidly worse.

~~Flashback, 5 minutes later~~

Pen in hand, Sakano was about to start on the sections financial reports, when there was a knock on the door. Upon opening it, it was revealed that a young aid had been charged with bringing him to a meeting with his boss, Touma. Sakano always got nervous when he had to go to these sporadic meetings. It turned out that this was the time to be nervous.

"You are this close to getting fired!" Touma stated coldly, leaning on his desk to stare Sakano down menacingly. Sakano gulped and forced himself not to step back at the words. It seemed that Tohuma was in an unusual state of pissyness today. The blonde continued.

"The band is slacking off, production is going down and the deadline for the next CD is coming up. I am holding you personally reponcible. Either shape them up or you're out of a job. For good." Touma said, turning his back, signaling the finality of the conversation. Poor Sakano was speechless. "H..hai.." he stuttered quickly, making a hasty exit.

~~~~End Flash Back~~~

Back in the alleyway, Sakano sighed. It had just gotten worse. His pencil's all broke, as had all his pens run out of ink. K shot the fax machine to death in one of his 'moods' and the copier kept spitting out prints of someone's ass. Finally it had been lunchtime; of course, this made things even worse, as he had no change for the vending machines, so he had to go out. However, he had forgotten his car was in the shop, and it had begun to rain the minute the producer was a block from the studio, soaking the poor thing to the bone. Things really could not get any worse then this.

"Stick'em up buddy, this is a muggen." Sakano froze when he felt the cool round of metal touch the back of his head. Scratch that earlier statement. Things could get much, much worse.