Ch. 3: Mall Rats
*Hello! This is the Beastman. I realized that this story was straying a bit from the Suspense tale I intended it to be, so that's why I changed the genre. *
Kane walked out of his private shower room dressed in a black leather jacket and red sunglasses. He led them to a garage full of cars.
"Are we taking the limo again?" Uriko asked inquisitively.
"No, I hate riding in that stuffy old thing," Kane replied. "This is what we're taking."
He stopped at a red and black motorcycle with a decal of the Masamune sword that he kept in his room. It ha a sidecar painted in the same manner. Kane tossed Kenji and Uriko a pair of matching helmets.
"Those are for you. Don't worry, I have plenty."
Kane climbed on the bike as Kenji sat in the sidecar, and Uriko climbed in on top of him.
"Now don't you two try any funny business in there," Kane said sarcastically as the motorcycle pulled out of the driveway.
"Where are we going anyway?" Kenji asked.
"The mall!" Uriko answered.
"And why didn't you tell me this?"
"Because," Kane answered, "she knew you'd bitch and moan about it all day if she did, and we would have ended up staying at home playing tiddlywinks.
Uriko giggled in agreement.
They pulled up to the mall fifteen minutes later, and climbed off the bike. Kenji and Uriko pulled off their helmets and walked towards the mall. An audible grumble was heard coming from Kenji.
"If you hungry, I think some bugs splattered on your helmet."
Kenji looked at him with a slightly irritated look.
"What? You are a mole after all! Moley moley moley moley MOLE! How about some guacaMOLE?"
Uriko burst out laughing, while Kenji stayed silent.
"C'mon Kenji, lighten up. Your gonna pop a blood vessel if you keep like that!" Kane said. As they walked in Kane pointed out a menu that had guacamole on it. Even Kenji let out a slight chuckle.
The three emerged from the mall a few hours later, Kenji and Kane weighted with bags until they could barely stand.
"Uh oh, I don't think we have enough room in the motorcycle for all this."
"Don't worry," Kane said, "I called the limo as soon as we left the first store."
"Goody!" Uriko exclaimed. Kane leaned over to Kenji
"How do you manage?" he asked.
"I have no idea," he replied as the limo pulled up.
"Kenuichio will take you two home. I'll see ya later, okay? I'll meet you there at about 6, okay?"
"Bye Kane!" Uriko yelled as Kenji loaded up the trunk.
Kane made his way home on his motorcycle. The wind rushed past him, giving him feel of exhilaration he loved. He turned the sharp corner to his driveway, and noticed a familiar red scooter. He groaned as he pulled up and walked through the door.
"Hajime, what the Hell are you doing here?!"
"Oh, ho! You're finally home lad," the eccentric Dr. Busuzima said.
"Get out of my home, now!"
"Tsk tsk, that is no way to speak to your elders, boy. I guess I'll have to pay a visit to another old 'friend' of mine."
Kane lost his temper and grabbed Busuzima by the throat, slamming his head into the wall. "You go anywhere near them, and I swear to God I will break your neck."
Busuzima gasped for air as Kane through him out the front door. He climbed onto his scooter and rode off. "I'll be back, you lousy little punk!" he screamed. Kane merely wiped his forehead, and walked back into his house. He had to get ready for tonight. Uriko had set him up with a friend of hers, and they were all going to the movies tonight. Inside his room, he unpacked some clothes she had told him to wear, and laid them on the bed. He lay down next to them, and drifted off to sleep
"I'll be damned if I let Busuzima do anything to them."
*Hello! This is the Beastman. I realized that this story was straying a bit from the Suspense tale I intended it to be, so that's why I changed the genre. *
Kane walked out of his private shower room dressed in a black leather jacket and red sunglasses. He led them to a garage full of cars.
"Are we taking the limo again?" Uriko asked inquisitively.
"No, I hate riding in that stuffy old thing," Kane replied. "This is what we're taking."
He stopped at a red and black motorcycle with a decal of the Masamune sword that he kept in his room. It ha a sidecar painted in the same manner. Kane tossed Kenji and Uriko a pair of matching helmets.
"Those are for you. Don't worry, I have plenty."
Kane climbed on the bike as Kenji sat in the sidecar, and Uriko climbed in on top of him.
"Now don't you two try any funny business in there," Kane said sarcastically as the motorcycle pulled out of the driveway.
"Where are we going anyway?" Kenji asked.
"The mall!" Uriko answered.
"And why didn't you tell me this?"
"Because," Kane answered, "she knew you'd bitch and moan about it all day if she did, and we would have ended up staying at home playing tiddlywinks.
Uriko giggled in agreement.
They pulled up to the mall fifteen minutes later, and climbed off the bike. Kenji and Uriko pulled off their helmets and walked towards the mall. An audible grumble was heard coming from Kenji.
"If you hungry, I think some bugs splattered on your helmet."
Kenji looked at him with a slightly irritated look.
"What? You are a mole after all! Moley moley moley moley MOLE! How about some guacaMOLE?"
Uriko burst out laughing, while Kenji stayed silent.
"C'mon Kenji, lighten up. Your gonna pop a blood vessel if you keep like that!" Kane said. As they walked in Kane pointed out a menu that had guacamole on it. Even Kenji let out a slight chuckle.
The three emerged from the mall a few hours later, Kenji and Kane weighted with bags until they could barely stand.
"Uh oh, I don't think we have enough room in the motorcycle for all this."
"Don't worry," Kane said, "I called the limo as soon as we left the first store."
"Goody!" Uriko exclaimed. Kane leaned over to Kenji
"How do you manage?" he asked.
"I have no idea," he replied as the limo pulled up.
"Kenuichio will take you two home. I'll see ya later, okay? I'll meet you there at about 6, okay?"
"Bye Kane!" Uriko yelled as Kenji loaded up the trunk.
Kane made his way home on his motorcycle. The wind rushed past him, giving him feel of exhilaration he loved. He turned the sharp corner to his driveway, and noticed a familiar red scooter. He groaned as he pulled up and walked through the door.
"Hajime, what the Hell are you doing here?!"
"Oh, ho! You're finally home lad," the eccentric Dr. Busuzima said.
"Get out of my home, now!"
"Tsk tsk, that is no way to speak to your elders, boy. I guess I'll have to pay a visit to another old 'friend' of mine."
Kane lost his temper and grabbed Busuzima by the throat, slamming his head into the wall. "You go anywhere near them, and I swear to God I will break your neck."
Busuzima gasped for air as Kane through him out the front door. He climbed onto his scooter and rode off. "I'll be back, you lousy little punk!" he screamed. Kane merely wiped his forehead, and walked back into his house. He had to get ready for tonight. Uriko had set him up with a friend of hers, and they were all going to the movies tonight. Inside his room, he unpacked some clothes she had told him to wear, and laid them on the bed. He lay down next to them, and drifted off to sleep
"I'll be damned if I let Busuzima do anything to them."