The heavy downpour continued on, tapping heavy beads of water against the
metallic roof of Ken and Kiyoshi's silver trailer. After cleaning up and
changing out of their costumes, Ken and Daisuke agreed on a game of Go Fish
to see who would buy or cook supper for the three of them, Kiyoshi
included. Ringing throughout Ken's trailer burnt CD's played various types
of techno and remixed dance music.
"Got any Queens?" Daisuke questioned Ken, sitting across the small table from him. He had changed clothes and walked back over, through the same downpour, getting his hair wet again. Finally out of his costume, he was wearing a pair of black snap pants and a yellow sweatshirt with no sleeves. Casually, the last crimson quarter of a twizzler was held between the two fingers of his right hand like a cigarette, his thumb pressed against his brow as he relied on his arm to keep him from doing a face plant into the hard surface of the table.
"Go.. Fish." Ken smirked, lifting his head from his cards to eye Daisuke triumphantly. With a blink of his violet eyes, he slowly grinned as Daisuke slid his left hand resentfully to the top of the card deck, taking a card. Pulling aside a few drying strands of dark blue hair, Ken stared back down at his cards, chewing on the piece of twizzler sticking out of his mouth.
"Ahh, I swear you cheated, again! Ken! That's like the fifth time already!" Daisuke growled, sliding the red backed cards into his hand. Many other red backs flashed out at Ken, spread apart in the shape of a fan. Daisuke lowered his eyebrow, looking at Ken's forehead suspiciously.
"As far as I know, there is no way to cheat at go fish, unless you tricked the cards, or used mirrors, or became psychic. Little things any well observing idiot could spot on his own, Daisuke." Ken snickered, looking across at Daisuke from behind half lowered eyelids. His dark blue shirt nearly hung off his thin frame as he leaned against the table lazily. Having his legs slightly spread below the table, the nylon material of his pants threatened to slide right off the smooth seat as he sat beside Kiyoshi.
"Just because you're winning does not mean you have to gloat about it, Ken. Show off." Daisuke snorted, peering across the table at Ken with dark brown eyes. He slid his tongue out between his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, making a challenging face.
Ken grinned, watching Daisuke contort his face in a childish manner. Leaning across the table, he lowered his own set of thin eyebrows and stared into Daisuke's eyes. "Got any.. Jacks?" He smirked, reaching out and flicking the tip of Daisuke's nose as he sat back in his seat.
"Argh! I swear, Ken!" Daisuke huffed, pulling out a card between his index and middle finger and grudgingly tossing it across the table to Ken. "Hmph." Daisuke mumbled, looking back down at his cards, he wondered when he was going to start on his own winning streak and have Ken buy dinner.
Kiyoshi who was sitting there in silence and watching the two older boys play their game, burst out in a fit of giggles watching Ken and Daisuke. Leaning over Ken's right arm, he looked at his older brother's cards that didn't seem to care if he was peeking or not. With a small mischievous grin, Kiyoshi slid off the seat, remembering only the numbered cards Ken held in his hand. Toddling over to Daisuke, he clambered up on the seat next to the bronzed boy and looked up at him expectantly.
Daisuke blinked, noticing the odd movement Kiyoshi did, walking towards his side of the table after looking at Ken's cards. He turned his head as the kid hopped up beside him with a raise of his chocolate brown eyebrow. "Huh?"
Kiyoshi motioned for Daisuke to move in closer as he sat up as tall as he could, curling his small hand around the side of his mouth in secret. Tilting his head back, he leaned into Daisuke's left ear. Whispering the numbers and letters of what he saw on the cards in Ken's hand, Kiyoshi pulled his head away and laughed as he slid down the seat.
Walking back over to Ken, the very top of his head being seen bobble over the end of the table due to his size, Kiyoshi yawned and crawled back up onto the seat next to Ken. With a grin, he sat where he was before, winking at Daisuke as he smiled cunningly at the older kid over the tabletop.
"Hey Ken, got any sixes?" It was Daisuke's turn to grin as he looked up from his cards, seeing how most of the cards Ken held matched up with his own. Looking across the table at his card-playing challenger. With a silenced blink, he got no response from the overhanging dark blue hairs across Ken's face. "Dude, you alive to the world? Halloo? Earth to Ken, come in blue ranger."
"Can I be pink?" Kiyoshi chimed in.
Daisuke stared at Ken, ignoring the question, reaching cautiously across the table to poke him in the forehead or something to trigger a reaction.
Jerking his head up suddenly, the dark blue tendrils whisking back across the sides of his pale cheeks, Ken cackled with his violet eyes wide as he grinned wildly at Daisuke, the piece of twizzler hanging out of the corner of his mouth. As thunder cracked outside, it added to the effect of Ken's momentary insanity, a quick flash of lightning lit up the inside of the trailer on queue.
"OOGA BOOGA!" He shouted, making both Daisuke and Kiyoshi jump at the sudden liveliness. Throwing his cards up in the air, he curled both of his hands around Daisuke's arm and pulled him across the table until they were both face to face, Daisuke having the bajesus scared out of him.
"Think you two could CHEAT, huh?!" Ken hissed between his teeth, keeping his wide open violet eyes set on Daisuke's dark brown ones. He clutched at Daisuke's bare arm with his thin fingers, keeping the dude in place spread across the table. Cards rained down on both their heads, but Ken didn't pay any attention.
"AHH! Ken you're insane!!" Daisuke hollered, his breath blowing the long dark blue strands out of the other boy's eyes. Attempting to struggle, Daisuke wretched back his shoulder, but Ken jerked his arms back towards him, tighter.
"IT'S NOT ME IT'S YOU! AHA HA HA HA! DON'T YOU GET IT CARMICHAEL?! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" A cackle erupted from the gullet of Ken again, as right on shedule another flash of lightning tagged along.
"KEN! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE MAN, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!" Daisuke thundered, yanking back his right arm from Ken's menacing grip and slapping him across the face.
Ken's jaw shot down to the right as he felt the stinging sensation of a palm and fingers strike him, still holding onto Daisuke. His hair hung down and clouded his face, leaving his slow psychotic grin unseen. A deep and low evil chuckle broke the cycle of silence, and it came from Ken's direction. Slowly he brought his head back to straight focus to stare at Daisuke again. "...Don't you see Carmichael? The glove, the fingerprints, the butcher knife--it all adds up!" His eyes were wide with insanity. Ken shot up in his seat, slamming his hands down in the table. He thrusted an accusing finger at Daisuke, "YOU KILLED NANCY!!"
Daisuke's eyes widened and he also stood up, challengingly. He proclaimed with a gasp, "YOU'RE MAD!"
"PERHAPS..." Ken retorted, his eyes still as wide as saucers, staring across the table at Daisuke. "BUT AM I MAD ENOUGH TO DO THIS!?!" Jumping on the booth, Ken leapt onto the table, his feet planted some ways apart. Twisting his torso to turn to the side, Ken nodded firmly to Kiyoshi, pointing to him. "Hit it, short stuff!"
Kiyoshi, knowing the signal, immediately nodded and bounced from his seat onto his small child feet. Trotting hurridly and noisily across the floor he reached the pounding stereo fueling out techno dance tunes. Kneeling down, he tunneled his arms under the darkness of the table it weighed on and slid out a case marked 'Warning: Emergency Use Only.'
Standing up, Kiyoshi slapped the case atop the counter the stereo was. Quickly opening it he stopped the music and replaced the CD mix with the disc from within the case, and pressed play. Running over to the wall, chubby fingers flicked off the regular lightswitch and turned on the one nextdoor to it.
The trailer filled with darkness, as the sounds of "Mister Roboto" filled the air, multi-colored lights flashing on and off, casting their raying beams across the walls. Ken still stood on the table, his head tilted down towards his chest, feet seperated considerably far. Glueing his fingers together at the sides he bent his elbows, rigidly shifting his body around in odd angles, doing the robot on the table. The music vibrated the trailor with volume, Kiyoshi giggled sweetly and also followed along with his older brother, doing his own little kid version of the robot under the disco lights, the chorus of the song booming.
Daisuke stared up with a twitching eyebrow, mouth hanging open slightly with a drizzle of drool inching down the corner, his lips being parted too long. He edged from the constriction of his seat with his eyes still on the two brothers, the neon lights flashing across his face. Slowly he started to back away cautiously, stepping over the fallen game cards, his eyes nervous. "Dude you Japanese people are weird..."
"Tomo darigato doctorrrr robot man!" Kiyoshi laughed and danced over to Daisuke, Ken still grooving on the table. "Daisuke! You be my dancing partner!" The little boy started shaking his wild thang, bumping his rump against Daisuke.
"AHHH!! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Daisuke screeched and jumped back, obviously disturbed.
"I'm gettin' down with mah bad self!" Kiyoshi continued then on his own, lifting his arms and twirling himself around, swinging his butt to the beat.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Daisuke shouted, eyes wide. Suddenly the music stopped, shrieking the nose of a haulted record, and the disco lights dispelled, the regular lights turning on. The stereo switched to the next track, and the melody of "Memories" by Barbara Streisand filled the room.
Ken instantly stopped dancing on the table. He stood there facing Daisuke's direction, letting his arms hang down at his sides with a slowly gaping mouth. His eyes widened furiously and he dived down off the table, running to the stereo. "STOP! Stop! Ahh! Shut up! Shh! SHH!" He hit it repeatedly, desperately. "Come on, come onnn..." He frantically pressed the Stop button, nervously glancing at Daisuke across the extention of the trailer.
"Whew..." His shoulders drooped in a relieved sigh, finally getting the CD player to refrain. Ken jumped, eyes wide and paranoid, feeling someone tap him on the shoulder. Slowly he turned around, and he twitched seeing who it was. Kiyoshi was standing right next to Ken, smiling, waiting to see this scene.
"Ken..." Daisuke stretched a grin across his face, slightly laughing. "...Are you a Barbara Streisand fan?"
"NO!" Ken squeaked, eyes wide, voice cracked like a honking goose.
"KEN LIKES BARBARA STREISAND HE HAS POSTERS OF HER IN HIS ROOOOMMM!!!" Kiyoshi screamed, abruptly cutting in.
"SHUT UP KIYO!!" Ken hollared, extending his arm down and slapping a sprawled hand over the boy's face. Keeping his eyes on Daisuke standing in front of him, he smiled nervously.
"Tee hee," Kiyoshi stood there, smiling underneath Ken's fingers.
Daisuke only grinned more. "Suuurrrrrrrrre Ken..." He nodded his head, arms folded, smirking.
"Squeak." Ken gulped, and rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "Th-that's not mine! Noooooo, it's umm, my mom's....Eh heh heh...SAY! Want to play some more Go Fish? Yeah! How 'bout that!" He quickly walked from between the two boys, and scrambled up all the cards together. He turned red; he could feel their eyes on his back.
Back in their original seat pattern again, Ken spied out at Daisuke from the shelter of his cards. His eyes barely viewable over the tops of the firm red-backed paper shards, he raised his eyebrow challengingly. Daisuke returned the look with a daring elevated eyebrow of his own.
"Oooh...showdown." Kiyoshi looked between the two.
"...Fours?" Ken bounced his raised eyebrow up, smirking and folding up his fan of cards into a pile between his palms, satisfied.
Daisuke didn't respond. His eyebrow lowered to relaxation again, glancing down at the cards modeled in his hands, and he looked back up at the boy opposite from him. Slamming down his playing cards face down on the table he stood up and pointed at Ken, "YOU'RE CHEATING AGAIN!"
"Systems...failing..." Ken blinked lazily ahead with a blank expression, and slammed his head face down onto the table, arms slumping upon the surface. He drooled onto the laminated top, cards strewn about.
"Mommy says my brother has issues!" Kiyoshi smiled proudly up at Daisuke, who still had his finger pointing at the now lifeless Ken.
Daisuke retracted his hand and slowly slipped his back down the seat, sitting down. He blinked, "Dude." Easing forward warily, he cautiously hovered his hand towards Ken, about to poke the boy to see if he was still alive.
"AHHH!!!" Popping up suddenly, Ken screamed with wide eyes, gripping the table's edge with his fingers. After the howl he cackled, lightning came on queue, and immediately he grabbed Daisuke by the sensitive wrists.
"DUDE STOP DOING THAT!!" Daisuke shrieked, returning the large gaze.
"Tried to look at my cards eh?!" Ken growled, gripping the boy's arms tighter. The delicate unkept, wildly grown bangs of Ken swayed with his rough rigid movements of keeping Daisuke in grasp.
"What?!" Turning his wrists around as far as he could reach, Daisuke grabbed Ken's arms as well, wrestling them to the edge of the table. If he could make Ken fall to the floor, he judged he would be free.
Having his arms slide to the right, towards the edge of the table, Ken knocked his elbow against Kiyoshi's head accidentally. The small kid didn't flinch as he hopped over the edge of the long seat and across the trailer to turn the original dance music on again and hobble to the two bunk beds on the other side. Not paying attention as he watched his little bro move, Ken tried wrestling Daisuke's arms back towards the wall on the other side of the table.
"What's this Ken, Japanese Arm Wrestling?" Daisuke grunted, his lips pulled back to show a grin of perfectly kept white teeth, American movie star teeth, obviously. Digging his fingers into Ken's thin arms tighter, he pulled them both towards the other side of the table away from the wall. Ken's shirt being tugged on showed the tip of his collarbone jutting up from his smooth pale skin, appearing grey in the dim light of the trailer.
With a snort and a toss of his dark blue hair, Ken eyed Daisuke as he tried desperately to hang onto the edge of the table by pressing his elbows hard against the corner, his skin slipping against the smooth edge. His pants not being any help, Ken's eyes widened as he tilted over the edge of the table helplessly, being pushed off by Daisuke.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he smirked at Daisuke, "if I go, you're coming with meeEEEE!" He exclaimed, falling off the edge though managing to cling to Daisuke's arms, pulling the other boy down onto the floor under the table, getting his head squished by Daisuke's chest.
"Oof!" Grunted Daisuke as his chest landed on a huge lump, his own elbow digging into his stomach as he landed in the small space awkwardly. Pushing off the ground with his left shoulder, he slid off Ken's head and slammed his head against the bottom of the table painfully. Shaking his head, he tried prying Ken's fingers off his arms, managing to wiggle out from under the table, his arms still being held by the dazed boy still under the table.
Pushing against the wall of the trailer with his feet, Ken slid out past Daisuke from under the table. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he pushed himself up off the tiled floor and onto the tips of his toes. Standing up to his full height, he searched the small kitchen for anything he could use. Opening his eyes wide, he grinned and reached out his hand, curling his fingers around the wooden handle of a mop. Spinning around on his heel, he looked down at Daisuke while he twirled the mop in his right hand. Ending the move, he gripped it tightly with both of his hands diagonally across his chest like a weapon.
"YOU DARE ATTACK KUNG FU KEN AND HIS KILLER MOP WAAAAAAH?!?" Ken exclaimed, staring down at Daisuke with his eyes wide in excitement. Shaking the mop at him in his hands, Ken peered down at Daisuke as if he was ready to attack the other boy. "EIYAAAHHH!!"
Daisuke raised a chocolate brown eyebrow as he stared up at Ken, sliding out from under the table and onto his knees. With a slow blink, he continued to stare as the weird kid twirled his trusty mop, looking down at him with a challenging gaze. With a smirk of his own, Daisuke leapt up and threw himself into a fighting karate stance. Bending his knees slightly, Daisuke flattened out his fingers and creased his thumbs, criss-crossing his wrists in front of him defensively. He wore a cheesy Japanese bad guy voice from the kung fu movies. "Ah, Kung Fu Ken! We meet again!" Doing a few cuts and chops to the air, shifting his shoulders and torso both ways. "Hooh, haah! Hiyah!" Daisuke spun and kicked the air, then landed on his planted feet again.
"Too bad we cannot sit and chat, I have better things to do! Like destroy you! MWUAHA HA HA!" Darting his head from side to side, hands prepared at his sides, he searched for his own-patented weapon. Grinning, it came into view. Daisuke reached out and swiped a broom into his grasp. He twirled it once, expertly, and finished the move before Ken with a twist of arms, a daring glare, and squatted posture with vertically separated feet.
Ken narrowed his eyes, and slightly crouched his body as well, preparing for the immediate enthrallment of weapons. Curving his right side to the left and lifting his leg, he spun the limb in a kick and landed back on his feet, putting pressure on his back foot. A flat hand divided the face of Ken, slicing it down the middle. "SAIKORO!" He shouted, fully gripping his mop again, and ran at Daisuke. Swinging the bottom end up, he intended to smack the boy.
A clash of wood thudded the air as Daisuke blocked the strike with his broom, grinning through clenched teeth he broke the meshing of weapons, both boys jumping back to safety. Instantly twisting around as soon as the soles of his feet hit the tiles of the trailer floor, Daisuke spun on his heel, using the force to put power into the thrust of the broomstick.
A spur of air shot from Ken's lips, and a cringe of face formed, as he received a crack to the ribs. Shaking his head he stumbled back slightly with a lowered head, slightly moist hair strands shading his brow. Between the gaps of them, he saw Daisuke professionally model his broom in preparance to attack again.
Sticks compressed into each other, as Ken blocked. His arms trembled as he held the mop in defense as a sheild, pressing against Daisuke's broom, his feet holding on desperately to the slippery flooring. Squirming his fingers against the mop stick, he adjusted his grip, and fought off his friend with a powered push of his own. Panting slightly, he bent his knees again and stared across at Daisuke, holding his mop.
"Ah! You will pay!" Daisuke twirled his broom, accidentally smacking himself in the face with the bushy end but pretending to ignore it. The dance music picked up again. Daisuke moved quickly across the floor towards Ken, positioning his household item to strike, but it was knocked from his hands.
The broom clattered to the side of the kitchen, Daisuke's mouth gaped he stole a glance to it before looking at Ken once more. The boy had thrown the broom away using the power of his mop. A surprised cheap-movie smile crossed his expression, as he continued with the evil Japanese bad guy voice. "Very good, young Ken! I see you have been trained well!" Squatting his knees slightly, he chopped and sliced the air again with cheap and fake karate moves. "But not well enough! You will be destroyed, and the ancient Mop of Japan shall be mine!" Landing from the series of punches and kicks, he shouted out. He thrust both of his hands against the wooden rod that Ken gripped, attempting to knock him down.
Kiyoshi who was sitting on the bottom bunk and watching them the whole time, giggled in little kid delight. Both of the boys were set in defensive Japanese fighting stances, the beat of the fast-paced dance music spun in the background, it made the scene seem like Tekken or a movie. Seeing his older brother act silly was always cool, especially when he was goofing off with Daisuke. He knew in Japan, around their mama, Ken would never behave in such a way. Being in America, filming was a vacation for the both of them.
"NEVARR!!" Ken retorted, his violet eyes luminous with hyperactive energy. Taking one quick glance at Daisuke's hands on the mop handle, he tightened his grip and pulled it towards his own chest. Seeing how Daisuke wanted the mop so bad, Ken grinned and jerked the handle towards him one last time before plowing ahead into Daisuke, knocking them onto the ground.
Daisuke grunted as Ken landing on top of him, letting out a gasp of air in the process. With the momentum of the fall, he pushed off the ground with his legs and curled his head into his chest. Flipping them both over, Daisuke sat on Ken's stomach, still gripping the mop. Grinding his teeth together, he pressed on the mop with all his strength, pinning Ken. "Ha! I have defeated Kung Fu Ken!"
"Do not speak so soon, Evil Broomlord Daisuke!" Ken struggled, huffing as Daisuke pinned him down onto the tiled floor of his own trailer. He pushed back on the mop, moving it gradually away from his shoulders towards Daisuke. Forcing his own power into it, he didn't noticed the sound of someone knocking on the door, attempting to be heard over the loud, booming music coming from the surrounding speakers.
Getting annoyed, Miyako pushed past Takeru and grabbed the door handle, her eyebrows furrowed in anger from Ken not bothering to answer the door in the middle of a rainstorm. Taking a step back, she unlatches the door from its frame, swinging it wildly open, the metal edge banging against the side of the wet trailer. They both were greeted with the site of Daisuke pinning Ken, a mop between both of their chests.
"Oh my god you two. Like, I know you liked each other and all that, but including a mop in your game? - A little kid watching none the less! Oh my god!" Miyako exclaimed in fake disbelief, watching the two boys suddenly turn their heads and stare back in surprise at the soaked forms standing outside in the rain.
"WHO DARES ENTER THE SACRED TEMPLE OF THE MOP!?" Ken boomed, narrowing his eyes, looking at Miyako with light purple orbs of suspicion. The long hairs on his head trailing down the front of his lightly colored face, hanging over the tip of his nose. Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Miyako questioningly.
Miyako stood beside Takeru, catching the edge of the door as it swung back towards her. With a blank look on her face, she stared back at Ken as he questioned her crazily from beneath Daisuke on the floor. Furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance at his immaturity, she shook her head, the lengthy lavender hair swishing with the heaviness of water.
"…Ken." She interrupted him, giving him a brief roll of her eyes.
Daisuke who was watching the two of them, turning his head from one to other, snickered. Letting go of the mop, he slipped off Ken and sat down on the tiled floor, leaning his back against the wooden door of the small trailer washroom. Turning his head, he looked at Kiyoshi with a grin, winking at the kid before setting his eyes on Ken who was still pestering Miyako with his own form of insanity.
"WELL?! ANSWER ME, LOWLY PEASANT! FOUL SMELLING FOOL!" Ken continued on, raising his voice along with his eyes. Pulling himself up, he slid the wooden handle across the black nylon material surrounding his legs. Keeping his head turned, he let go of the wooden handle with his right hand. Shoving it to the side with his left, he thrust it accusingly at Miyako.
"…Ken." Miyako sighed, taking hold of the wooden mop handle Ken gripped and yanking it away from his grasp. Spinning it around in her right hand, the mop end hung above Ken's head as he continued staring at her in surprise at her action. Curling her other hand over it, she slammed it down on his head, rapping it against the hard skull a few times. "…SHUT UP ALREADY!"
Takeru watched both of them with his blue eyes passively. Cracking a smile at watching Ken get smacked over the head and raise his arms in defense from the assault by Miyako, he chuckled a little while folding his arms. The white bucket hat he usually wore on set remaining on his head, not bothering to take it off since he liked the thing anyways.
Ken who opened one eye peered out at Miyako then Takeru, crinkling his nose as he lowered his arms and gripped his shoulders. Staring at Takeru, he stuck his tongue out resentfully watching the two walk into his trailer, "..and what are you laughing at, Gilligan?" He grumbled to Takeru, basically telling him to shut up or else.
Miyako just smirked, closing the door behind her blonde companion. Staring down at the younger boy on the floor, she shook her head and slipped off her jacket, simply draping it across the arm of a nearby chair. Taking off her shoes, she stepped over them, walking across the floor towards the table across from the entrance. Takeru followed, taking a seat beside her after she sat down.
"Oh sure, make yourselves at home why don't you. Oh yeah, barge in here, no worries, Ken doesn't care." The long navy haired boy growled, slowly getting to his feet and using Daisuke's head for support as he leaned on his right arm, staring at Miyako with a twitching glare, how annoying she was. Standing up to his full height, he walked away from the table and took a seat on the bottom bunk of the bed beside Kiyoshi, staying as far away from Miyako as possible.
"Well you shouldn't, especially when you let the cat drag just about anything in." Miyako smirked, casting a detestable eye at Daisuke, Ken's best friend. She was actually jealous of the cinnamon skinned boy, with how close he actually managed to get to Ken, though she didn't admit it.
"Oh yeah, nice joke," Kiyoshi defended Daisuke. He liked him; he was like a second older brother. Everytime Miyako hung around; she always made Ken in a bad mood and ruined his and everyone's fun. Kiyoshi saw Ken grin out of the corner of his eye at his remark of his best friend.
Daisuke snickered evilly, hearing Kiyoshi's comment as well. He looked back up at Miyako as he stood up, looking back at her with the same hatred among his dark brown eyes. Rolling his eyes, he walked away from her to find a chair beside the bunk bed or something. Passing the fridge he stopped and looked questioningly at Ken, an eyebrow raised as he quickly glanced at the fridge. Getting a nod back form Ken, he reached in and pulled out a can of coke.
"Why exactly are you here anyways, Mi-ack-o whacko? Jack-o? On crack-o?" Ken huffed, turning his attention away from Daisuke back onto the lavender haired youth across the length of the trailer from him. With a yawn, he laid back on the bed, poking Kiyoshi casually in the side as he passed him. Stretching his arms out in the darkness, he stared up at the bottom of the second bunk, listening for Miyako's reply.
"I just came over to visit, is that okay with you, sir?" She rolled her eyes, watching Ken seemingly dismiss her as he lay down on the bed absently. Looking at Takeru sitting beside him, she furrowed her eyebrows. "Let's go. Someone seems to be in a bad mood."
"Well I wonder why," Ken sourly spat.
Takeru blinked then nodded, standing up and grabbing his jacket, stepping into his shoes. Standing at the door, his jacket didn't even have time to dry. He sighed, watching as Miyako got on her shoes and her own jacket, he wondered where Kari was and why exactly he did decide to follow Miyako over to Ken's trailer. Ken always drifted into a foul mood once Miyako came within ten feet of him, no matter who he was around.
"Yeah, go, have fun out in the rain, horse." Ken snorted, not bothering to sit up as they left. He snickered when he called her a horse, meaning to call her a whore, though Kiyoshi was around, he knew she would get the picture though. Sitting up once the door slammed, he looked over at Kiyoshi, sliding an arm around his kid brother's shoulders.
"Daisuke owes us a free dinner, but I guess restaurant food is out since we would have to walk there, or wait in for a limo which would take too long. I'm starving." He said, listening as his own stomach confirmed that sentence. He looked up and blinked. "Ms. Betty is getting cranky."
Kiyoshi turned his head to look up at Ken with a curious blink. He giggled, his face melting into a hopeful smile, he shrugged off Ken's arm and stood up, twirling around to face his bro. "Does that mean you're going to cook?" The kid squeaked, his eyes wide with excitement, he obviously loved Ken's cooking.
Daisuke turned his head at Ken, interrupting the two. "Hey, I didn't lose. We didn't even finish the game, because you threw the cards up in the air with your insane moments." He poked Ken's shoulder accusingly with his left hand, standing up and setting the can of coke on the counter. The dull light coming from the ceiling lights glinted off the metallic surface, polka dots of shadows casted down on it, raindrops silhouetting from the occasional lightning.
Ken rolled his eyes at Daisuke, standing up. "Uch, gawd, like, it like wasn't that big of a deal! Uch, geez, I mean...GAWD I JUST NEEDED MY SPACE OKAY?!" He took hold of Kiyoshi's shoulders and gently moved the bouncing boy aside. Listening to the music in the background, he bobbed his head to some song he couldn't exactly make out over the talking, though it sounding good enough to carry some type of beat. "Yes I'm going to cook.. Whatever there is to cook in this place. Ah, Kraft Dinner sounds good.. I think. Where exactly did this come from?"
[D: Rofl, oh yeah, gourmet. XD "WE'S ate dead SQUIRRELS last week! O_O!"
S.K.: And man, were they ever delicious! ..]
Daisuke blinked, watching Ken get up and search through the dark brown cupboards above the small fridge in search of edibles. Raising an eyebrow as Ken pulled out a box of K.D. and read it, he tried to keep himself from laughing as he stood up and snatched the box away with a grin. "Dude, it's K.D. made with cheese and macaroni, I brought it over from my trailer. Thought you'd be needing it, it's better than rice and noodles." He snickered, setting the box on the counter.
"Well for your information, that's not all I eat. Don't be so much of a.. Whatever it is. Stereotype." He added after thinking up the word, eyeing Daisuke then the box of K.D. "..And we do have that stuff over in Japan, I just never tried it. Mom doesn't buy it and I don't grocery shop, so there." He said defensively, leaning against the smooth black plastic of the fridge. He yawned and reached past Daisuke to open up a cupboard, dragging out a bowl.
Daisuke opened his mouth to reply to Ken, sidestepping out of his way and knocking his head against the other side of the cupboards. Shaking his head, he stepped around it and walked towards the table, sitting down on the edge of it. Draping his elbow over the corner of the table, he yawned and watched as Ken set the bowl full of fresh water into the black microwave above the fridge. Closing his eyes, he lowered his head as the rest of his body went limp with sleep.
"Wow, is it s'posed to be all black and smoking?" Kiyoshi's little kid voice came from the murky depths of consciousness existing outside of Daisuke's half hour sleep. He yawned and raised his head, discovering a kink in his neck and the oddest smell in the air. Burnt cheese? The annoying never-ending ring was actually the smoke detector, he found out after opening his eyes and seeing Ken standing below the small round box, gripping the mop in his hand and looking pissed.
"No, Kiyo! It's not supposed to be black! And why won't this stupid thing shut the hell up?! Shut up, damn you!" Ken snarled, standing on a chair, thrusting the mop up and knocking it against the small cylindrical noisemaker, not managing to stop the high-pitched appalling beeps. A smoking pit of what used to be Kraft Dinner sizzled in the background, sitting on the counter. Ken glared up at the smoke detector, not noticing Daisuke stand and simply stare at the two of them.
"Grrr, URUSAI KONO BAKAYARU! KUSATTA BAKA ROBA ONARA ATAMA! SUBETA ROBA! SUBETA ROBA!" Ken screamed in frustration, knocking the hard end of the mop harshly into the casing of the smoke detector. "SUBETA ROBA! Kutsunoana, ACHIKE! GAHH! ACHIKE! ACHIKE! ACHIKE!" He continued slamming the household cleaning tool into the annoying and loud contraption, Ken's screams barely overriding the irking beep of the device. Screaming the word with each thrust, "ACHIKE! ACHIKE! ACHIKE! ACHIKE!" Finally, with a final blow to the side, Ken cracked the plastic of the smoke detector, unwinding the screws that bolted it. Having smacked it like a baseball, the entire device unhooked from the ceiling and zoomed through the air across the trailer and skidded to a hault onto the tiled floor, shredded wires sticking up. Ken stood there on the chair with a blank expression, everyone staring in the direction of the now broken smoke detector silently.
"...At least it's not beeping anymore..." Kiyoshi piped up, the three boys still staring at the mangled machine. The older boys both nodded slowly.
Ken stepped off the chair now. Daisuke had watched him with waking amusement, he grinned throughout the whole show. Turning his head to look at Ken, he burst out laughing and sat back down on the edge of the table chair. That's when he noticed what Ken was wearing; a white apron with frills along the shoulder straps. Throwing his shoulders over his knees, he wrapped his arms around his chest as he burst into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?!" Ken accused suspiciously, lowering his eyelids, he femininely attached his knuckles to his hips, elbows bent out. "ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF MY APRON?!!" Ken exclaimed, glaring at Daisuke as the boy's eyes rolled down, taking in the view of Ken wearing a white apron with pink frills. He watched as Daisuke nearly fell out of his chair, take a deep breath, only to continue his laughing hysteria. Raising a singular eyebrow, Ken watched Daisuke, taking offence to his apron being made fun of.
Daisuke took another deep breath calming down as he stared at the black and white tiled floor of Ken's trailer. He raised his head and looked at Ken's face, trying to keep his own straight and serious-it didn't work; instantly picturing his friend in the apron; he fell backwards, stretching out across the lengthy seat. "Oh no Ken, never! Nope!" Daisuke managed to squeak out before guffawing some more.
"Gyaahhh!! Laugh at my apron, WILL YA?!!" Ken hollered, grabbing the mop suddenly, he didn't give Daisuke any time to notice as he swung the entire mop down on his friend. Feeling the cushioned part of the mop smash into Daisuke's head, Ken's eyes started to water. "STOP MAKING FUN OF MEEE!!!!" He wailed, turning around and storming out of the trailer, slamming the door open and closed. The entire trailer went silent as Ken suddenly disappeared.
The mop slamming into his face, Daisuke sat up suddenly, the cloth pieces draping over his eyes so he couldn't see anything. Hear Ken wail and leave, he blinked then tossed the mop off his head. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the door than Kiyoshi, "..what was that all about?" He asked, wondering if Kiyoshi knew anything about what freak accident just happened.
Kiyoshi who was sitting on the bed just blinked, he shrugged his small shoulders while staring at Daisuke with his own set of pale purple eyes. "One of Ken's older brother tantrums, I think."
"Got any Queens?" Daisuke questioned Ken, sitting across the small table from him. He had changed clothes and walked back over, through the same downpour, getting his hair wet again. Finally out of his costume, he was wearing a pair of black snap pants and a yellow sweatshirt with no sleeves. Casually, the last crimson quarter of a twizzler was held between the two fingers of his right hand like a cigarette, his thumb pressed against his brow as he relied on his arm to keep him from doing a face plant into the hard surface of the table.
"Go.. Fish." Ken smirked, lifting his head from his cards to eye Daisuke triumphantly. With a blink of his violet eyes, he slowly grinned as Daisuke slid his left hand resentfully to the top of the card deck, taking a card. Pulling aside a few drying strands of dark blue hair, Ken stared back down at his cards, chewing on the piece of twizzler sticking out of his mouth.
"Ahh, I swear you cheated, again! Ken! That's like the fifth time already!" Daisuke growled, sliding the red backed cards into his hand. Many other red backs flashed out at Ken, spread apart in the shape of a fan. Daisuke lowered his eyebrow, looking at Ken's forehead suspiciously.
"As far as I know, there is no way to cheat at go fish, unless you tricked the cards, or used mirrors, or became psychic. Little things any well observing idiot could spot on his own, Daisuke." Ken snickered, looking across at Daisuke from behind half lowered eyelids. His dark blue shirt nearly hung off his thin frame as he leaned against the table lazily. Having his legs slightly spread below the table, the nylon material of his pants threatened to slide right off the smooth seat as he sat beside Kiyoshi.
"Just because you're winning does not mean you have to gloat about it, Ken. Show off." Daisuke snorted, peering across the table at Ken with dark brown eyes. He slid his tongue out between his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, making a challenging face.
Ken grinned, watching Daisuke contort his face in a childish manner. Leaning across the table, he lowered his own set of thin eyebrows and stared into Daisuke's eyes. "Got any.. Jacks?" He smirked, reaching out and flicking the tip of Daisuke's nose as he sat back in his seat.
"Argh! I swear, Ken!" Daisuke huffed, pulling out a card between his index and middle finger and grudgingly tossing it across the table to Ken. "Hmph." Daisuke mumbled, looking back down at his cards, he wondered when he was going to start on his own winning streak and have Ken buy dinner.
Kiyoshi who was sitting there in silence and watching the two older boys play their game, burst out in a fit of giggles watching Ken and Daisuke. Leaning over Ken's right arm, he looked at his older brother's cards that didn't seem to care if he was peeking or not. With a small mischievous grin, Kiyoshi slid off the seat, remembering only the numbered cards Ken held in his hand. Toddling over to Daisuke, he clambered up on the seat next to the bronzed boy and looked up at him expectantly.
Daisuke blinked, noticing the odd movement Kiyoshi did, walking towards his side of the table after looking at Ken's cards. He turned his head as the kid hopped up beside him with a raise of his chocolate brown eyebrow. "Huh?"
Kiyoshi motioned for Daisuke to move in closer as he sat up as tall as he could, curling his small hand around the side of his mouth in secret. Tilting his head back, he leaned into Daisuke's left ear. Whispering the numbers and letters of what he saw on the cards in Ken's hand, Kiyoshi pulled his head away and laughed as he slid down the seat.
Walking back over to Ken, the very top of his head being seen bobble over the end of the table due to his size, Kiyoshi yawned and crawled back up onto the seat next to Ken. With a grin, he sat where he was before, winking at Daisuke as he smiled cunningly at the older kid over the tabletop.
"Hey Ken, got any sixes?" It was Daisuke's turn to grin as he looked up from his cards, seeing how most of the cards Ken held matched up with his own. Looking across the table at his card-playing challenger. With a silenced blink, he got no response from the overhanging dark blue hairs across Ken's face. "Dude, you alive to the world? Halloo? Earth to Ken, come in blue ranger."
"Can I be pink?" Kiyoshi chimed in.
Daisuke stared at Ken, ignoring the question, reaching cautiously across the table to poke him in the forehead or something to trigger a reaction.
Jerking his head up suddenly, the dark blue tendrils whisking back across the sides of his pale cheeks, Ken cackled with his violet eyes wide as he grinned wildly at Daisuke, the piece of twizzler hanging out of the corner of his mouth. As thunder cracked outside, it added to the effect of Ken's momentary insanity, a quick flash of lightning lit up the inside of the trailer on queue.
"OOGA BOOGA!" He shouted, making both Daisuke and Kiyoshi jump at the sudden liveliness. Throwing his cards up in the air, he curled both of his hands around Daisuke's arm and pulled him across the table until they were both face to face, Daisuke having the bajesus scared out of him.
"Think you two could CHEAT, huh?!" Ken hissed between his teeth, keeping his wide open violet eyes set on Daisuke's dark brown ones. He clutched at Daisuke's bare arm with his thin fingers, keeping the dude in place spread across the table. Cards rained down on both their heads, but Ken didn't pay any attention.
"AHH! Ken you're insane!!" Daisuke hollered, his breath blowing the long dark blue strands out of the other boy's eyes. Attempting to struggle, Daisuke wretched back his shoulder, but Ken jerked his arms back towards him, tighter.
"IT'S NOT ME IT'S YOU! AHA HA HA HA! DON'T YOU GET IT CARMICHAEL?! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" A cackle erupted from the gullet of Ken again, as right on shedule another flash of lightning tagged along.
"KEN! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE MAN, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!" Daisuke thundered, yanking back his right arm from Ken's menacing grip and slapping him across the face.
Ken's jaw shot down to the right as he felt the stinging sensation of a palm and fingers strike him, still holding onto Daisuke. His hair hung down and clouded his face, leaving his slow psychotic grin unseen. A deep and low evil chuckle broke the cycle of silence, and it came from Ken's direction. Slowly he brought his head back to straight focus to stare at Daisuke again. "...Don't you see Carmichael? The glove, the fingerprints, the butcher knife--it all adds up!" His eyes were wide with insanity. Ken shot up in his seat, slamming his hands down in the table. He thrusted an accusing finger at Daisuke, "YOU KILLED NANCY!!"
Daisuke's eyes widened and he also stood up, challengingly. He proclaimed with a gasp, "YOU'RE MAD!"
"PERHAPS..." Ken retorted, his eyes still as wide as saucers, staring across the table at Daisuke. "BUT AM I MAD ENOUGH TO DO THIS!?!" Jumping on the booth, Ken leapt onto the table, his feet planted some ways apart. Twisting his torso to turn to the side, Ken nodded firmly to Kiyoshi, pointing to him. "Hit it, short stuff!"
Kiyoshi, knowing the signal, immediately nodded and bounced from his seat onto his small child feet. Trotting hurridly and noisily across the floor he reached the pounding stereo fueling out techno dance tunes. Kneeling down, he tunneled his arms under the darkness of the table it weighed on and slid out a case marked 'Warning: Emergency Use Only.'
Standing up, Kiyoshi slapped the case atop the counter the stereo was. Quickly opening it he stopped the music and replaced the CD mix with the disc from within the case, and pressed play. Running over to the wall, chubby fingers flicked off the regular lightswitch and turned on the one nextdoor to it.
The trailer filled with darkness, as the sounds of "Mister Roboto" filled the air, multi-colored lights flashing on and off, casting their raying beams across the walls. Ken still stood on the table, his head tilted down towards his chest, feet seperated considerably far. Glueing his fingers together at the sides he bent his elbows, rigidly shifting his body around in odd angles, doing the robot on the table. The music vibrated the trailor with volume, Kiyoshi giggled sweetly and also followed along with his older brother, doing his own little kid version of the robot under the disco lights, the chorus of the song booming.
Daisuke stared up with a twitching eyebrow, mouth hanging open slightly with a drizzle of drool inching down the corner, his lips being parted too long. He edged from the constriction of his seat with his eyes still on the two brothers, the neon lights flashing across his face. Slowly he started to back away cautiously, stepping over the fallen game cards, his eyes nervous. "Dude you Japanese people are weird..."
"Tomo darigato doctorrrr robot man!" Kiyoshi laughed and danced over to Daisuke, Ken still grooving on the table. "Daisuke! You be my dancing partner!" The little boy started shaking his wild thang, bumping his rump against Daisuke.
"AHHH!! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Daisuke screeched and jumped back, obviously disturbed.
"I'm gettin' down with mah bad self!" Kiyoshi continued then on his own, lifting his arms and twirling himself around, swinging his butt to the beat.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Daisuke shouted, eyes wide. Suddenly the music stopped, shrieking the nose of a haulted record, and the disco lights dispelled, the regular lights turning on. The stereo switched to the next track, and the melody of "Memories" by Barbara Streisand filled the room.
Ken instantly stopped dancing on the table. He stood there facing Daisuke's direction, letting his arms hang down at his sides with a slowly gaping mouth. His eyes widened furiously and he dived down off the table, running to the stereo. "STOP! Stop! Ahh! Shut up! Shh! SHH!" He hit it repeatedly, desperately. "Come on, come onnn..." He frantically pressed the Stop button, nervously glancing at Daisuke across the extention of the trailer.
"Whew..." His shoulders drooped in a relieved sigh, finally getting the CD player to refrain. Ken jumped, eyes wide and paranoid, feeling someone tap him on the shoulder. Slowly he turned around, and he twitched seeing who it was. Kiyoshi was standing right next to Ken, smiling, waiting to see this scene.
"Ken..." Daisuke stretched a grin across his face, slightly laughing. "...Are you a Barbara Streisand fan?"
"NO!" Ken squeaked, eyes wide, voice cracked like a honking goose.
"KEN LIKES BARBARA STREISAND HE HAS POSTERS OF HER IN HIS ROOOOMMM!!!" Kiyoshi screamed, abruptly cutting in.
"SHUT UP KIYO!!" Ken hollared, extending his arm down and slapping a sprawled hand over the boy's face. Keeping his eyes on Daisuke standing in front of him, he smiled nervously.
"Tee hee," Kiyoshi stood there, smiling underneath Ken's fingers.
Daisuke only grinned more. "Suuurrrrrrrrre Ken..." He nodded his head, arms folded, smirking.
"Squeak." Ken gulped, and rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "Th-that's not mine! Noooooo, it's umm, my mom's....Eh heh heh...SAY! Want to play some more Go Fish? Yeah! How 'bout that!" He quickly walked from between the two boys, and scrambled up all the cards together. He turned red; he could feel their eyes on his back.
Back in their original seat pattern again, Ken spied out at Daisuke from the shelter of his cards. His eyes barely viewable over the tops of the firm red-backed paper shards, he raised his eyebrow challengingly. Daisuke returned the look with a daring elevated eyebrow of his own.
"Oooh...showdown." Kiyoshi looked between the two.
"...Fours?" Ken bounced his raised eyebrow up, smirking and folding up his fan of cards into a pile between his palms, satisfied.
Daisuke didn't respond. His eyebrow lowered to relaxation again, glancing down at the cards modeled in his hands, and he looked back up at the boy opposite from him. Slamming down his playing cards face down on the table he stood up and pointed at Ken, "YOU'RE CHEATING AGAIN!"
"Systems...failing..." Ken blinked lazily ahead with a blank expression, and slammed his head face down onto the table, arms slumping upon the surface. He drooled onto the laminated top, cards strewn about.
"Mommy says my brother has issues!" Kiyoshi smiled proudly up at Daisuke, who still had his finger pointing at the now lifeless Ken.
Daisuke retracted his hand and slowly slipped his back down the seat, sitting down. He blinked, "Dude." Easing forward warily, he cautiously hovered his hand towards Ken, about to poke the boy to see if he was still alive.
"AHHH!!!" Popping up suddenly, Ken screamed with wide eyes, gripping the table's edge with his fingers. After the howl he cackled, lightning came on queue, and immediately he grabbed Daisuke by the sensitive wrists.
"DUDE STOP DOING THAT!!" Daisuke shrieked, returning the large gaze.
"Tried to look at my cards eh?!" Ken growled, gripping the boy's arms tighter. The delicate unkept, wildly grown bangs of Ken swayed with his rough rigid movements of keeping Daisuke in grasp.
"What?!" Turning his wrists around as far as he could reach, Daisuke grabbed Ken's arms as well, wrestling them to the edge of the table. If he could make Ken fall to the floor, he judged he would be free.
Having his arms slide to the right, towards the edge of the table, Ken knocked his elbow against Kiyoshi's head accidentally. The small kid didn't flinch as he hopped over the edge of the long seat and across the trailer to turn the original dance music on again and hobble to the two bunk beds on the other side. Not paying attention as he watched his little bro move, Ken tried wrestling Daisuke's arms back towards the wall on the other side of the table.
"What's this Ken, Japanese Arm Wrestling?" Daisuke grunted, his lips pulled back to show a grin of perfectly kept white teeth, American movie star teeth, obviously. Digging his fingers into Ken's thin arms tighter, he pulled them both towards the other side of the table away from the wall. Ken's shirt being tugged on showed the tip of his collarbone jutting up from his smooth pale skin, appearing grey in the dim light of the trailer.
With a snort and a toss of his dark blue hair, Ken eyed Daisuke as he tried desperately to hang onto the edge of the table by pressing his elbows hard against the corner, his skin slipping against the smooth edge. His pants not being any help, Ken's eyes widened as he tilted over the edge of the table helplessly, being pushed off by Daisuke.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he smirked at Daisuke, "if I go, you're coming with meeEEEE!" He exclaimed, falling off the edge though managing to cling to Daisuke's arms, pulling the other boy down onto the floor under the table, getting his head squished by Daisuke's chest.
"Oof!" Grunted Daisuke as his chest landed on a huge lump, his own elbow digging into his stomach as he landed in the small space awkwardly. Pushing off the ground with his left shoulder, he slid off Ken's head and slammed his head against the bottom of the table painfully. Shaking his head, he tried prying Ken's fingers off his arms, managing to wiggle out from under the table, his arms still being held by the dazed boy still under the table.
Pushing against the wall of the trailer with his feet, Ken slid out past Daisuke from under the table. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he pushed himself up off the tiled floor and onto the tips of his toes. Standing up to his full height, he searched the small kitchen for anything he could use. Opening his eyes wide, he grinned and reached out his hand, curling his fingers around the wooden handle of a mop. Spinning around on his heel, he looked down at Daisuke while he twirled the mop in his right hand. Ending the move, he gripped it tightly with both of his hands diagonally across his chest like a weapon.
"YOU DARE ATTACK KUNG FU KEN AND HIS KILLER MOP WAAAAAAH?!?" Ken exclaimed, staring down at Daisuke with his eyes wide in excitement. Shaking the mop at him in his hands, Ken peered down at Daisuke as if he was ready to attack the other boy. "EIYAAAHHH!!"
Daisuke raised a chocolate brown eyebrow as he stared up at Ken, sliding out from under the table and onto his knees. With a slow blink, he continued to stare as the weird kid twirled his trusty mop, looking down at him with a challenging gaze. With a smirk of his own, Daisuke leapt up and threw himself into a fighting karate stance. Bending his knees slightly, Daisuke flattened out his fingers and creased his thumbs, criss-crossing his wrists in front of him defensively. He wore a cheesy Japanese bad guy voice from the kung fu movies. "Ah, Kung Fu Ken! We meet again!" Doing a few cuts and chops to the air, shifting his shoulders and torso both ways. "Hooh, haah! Hiyah!" Daisuke spun and kicked the air, then landed on his planted feet again.
"Too bad we cannot sit and chat, I have better things to do! Like destroy you! MWUAHA HA HA!" Darting his head from side to side, hands prepared at his sides, he searched for his own-patented weapon. Grinning, it came into view. Daisuke reached out and swiped a broom into his grasp. He twirled it once, expertly, and finished the move before Ken with a twist of arms, a daring glare, and squatted posture with vertically separated feet.
Ken narrowed his eyes, and slightly crouched his body as well, preparing for the immediate enthrallment of weapons. Curving his right side to the left and lifting his leg, he spun the limb in a kick and landed back on his feet, putting pressure on his back foot. A flat hand divided the face of Ken, slicing it down the middle. "SAIKORO!" He shouted, fully gripping his mop again, and ran at Daisuke. Swinging the bottom end up, he intended to smack the boy.
A clash of wood thudded the air as Daisuke blocked the strike with his broom, grinning through clenched teeth he broke the meshing of weapons, both boys jumping back to safety. Instantly twisting around as soon as the soles of his feet hit the tiles of the trailer floor, Daisuke spun on his heel, using the force to put power into the thrust of the broomstick.
A spur of air shot from Ken's lips, and a cringe of face formed, as he received a crack to the ribs. Shaking his head he stumbled back slightly with a lowered head, slightly moist hair strands shading his brow. Between the gaps of them, he saw Daisuke professionally model his broom in preparance to attack again.
Sticks compressed into each other, as Ken blocked. His arms trembled as he held the mop in defense as a sheild, pressing against Daisuke's broom, his feet holding on desperately to the slippery flooring. Squirming his fingers against the mop stick, he adjusted his grip, and fought off his friend with a powered push of his own. Panting slightly, he bent his knees again and stared across at Daisuke, holding his mop.
"Ah! You will pay!" Daisuke twirled his broom, accidentally smacking himself in the face with the bushy end but pretending to ignore it. The dance music picked up again. Daisuke moved quickly across the floor towards Ken, positioning his household item to strike, but it was knocked from his hands.
The broom clattered to the side of the kitchen, Daisuke's mouth gaped he stole a glance to it before looking at Ken once more. The boy had thrown the broom away using the power of his mop. A surprised cheap-movie smile crossed his expression, as he continued with the evil Japanese bad guy voice. "Very good, young Ken! I see you have been trained well!" Squatting his knees slightly, he chopped and sliced the air again with cheap and fake karate moves. "But not well enough! You will be destroyed, and the ancient Mop of Japan shall be mine!" Landing from the series of punches and kicks, he shouted out. He thrust both of his hands against the wooden rod that Ken gripped, attempting to knock him down.
Kiyoshi who was sitting on the bottom bunk and watching them the whole time, giggled in little kid delight. Both of the boys were set in defensive Japanese fighting stances, the beat of the fast-paced dance music spun in the background, it made the scene seem like Tekken or a movie. Seeing his older brother act silly was always cool, especially when he was goofing off with Daisuke. He knew in Japan, around their mama, Ken would never behave in such a way. Being in America, filming was a vacation for the both of them.
"NEVARR!!" Ken retorted, his violet eyes luminous with hyperactive energy. Taking one quick glance at Daisuke's hands on the mop handle, he tightened his grip and pulled it towards his own chest. Seeing how Daisuke wanted the mop so bad, Ken grinned and jerked the handle towards him one last time before plowing ahead into Daisuke, knocking them onto the ground.
Daisuke grunted as Ken landing on top of him, letting out a gasp of air in the process. With the momentum of the fall, he pushed off the ground with his legs and curled his head into his chest. Flipping them both over, Daisuke sat on Ken's stomach, still gripping the mop. Grinding his teeth together, he pressed on the mop with all his strength, pinning Ken. "Ha! I have defeated Kung Fu Ken!"
"Do not speak so soon, Evil Broomlord Daisuke!" Ken struggled, huffing as Daisuke pinned him down onto the tiled floor of his own trailer. He pushed back on the mop, moving it gradually away from his shoulders towards Daisuke. Forcing his own power into it, he didn't noticed the sound of someone knocking on the door, attempting to be heard over the loud, booming music coming from the surrounding speakers.
Getting annoyed, Miyako pushed past Takeru and grabbed the door handle, her eyebrows furrowed in anger from Ken not bothering to answer the door in the middle of a rainstorm. Taking a step back, she unlatches the door from its frame, swinging it wildly open, the metal edge banging against the side of the wet trailer. They both were greeted with the site of Daisuke pinning Ken, a mop between both of their chests.
"Oh my god you two. Like, I know you liked each other and all that, but including a mop in your game? - A little kid watching none the less! Oh my god!" Miyako exclaimed in fake disbelief, watching the two boys suddenly turn their heads and stare back in surprise at the soaked forms standing outside in the rain.
"WHO DARES ENTER THE SACRED TEMPLE OF THE MOP!?" Ken boomed, narrowing his eyes, looking at Miyako with light purple orbs of suspicion. The long hairs on his head trailing down the front of his lightly colored face, hanging over the tip of his nose. Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Miyako questioningly.
Miyako stood beside Takeru, catching the edge of the door as it swung back towards her. With a blank look on her face, she stared back at Ken as he questioned her crazily from beneath Daisuke on the floor. Furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance at his immaturity, she shook her head, the lengthy lavender hair swishing with the heaviness of water.
"…Ken." She interrupted him, giving him a brief roll of her eyes.
Daisuke who was watching the two of them, turning his head from one to other, snickered. Letting go of the mop, he slipped off Ken and sat down on the tiled floor, leaning his back against the wooden door of the small trailer washroom. Turning his head, he looked at Kiyoshi with a grin, winking at the kid before setting his eyes on Ken who was still pestering Miyako with his own form of insanity.
"WELL?! ANSWER ME, LOWLY PEASANT! FOUL SMELLING FOOL!" Ken continued on, raising his voice along with his eyes. Pulling himself up, he slid the wooden handle across the black nylon material surrounding his legs. Keeping his head turned, he let go of the wooden handle with his right hand. Shoving it to the side with his left, he thrust it accusingly at Miyako.
"…Ken." Miyako sighed, taking hold of the wooden mop handle Ken gripped and yanking it away from his grasp. Spinning it around in her right hand, the mop end hung above Ken's head as he continued staring at her in surprise at her action. Curling her other hand over it, she slammed it down on his head, rapping it against the hard skull a few times. "…SHUT UP ALREADY!"
Takeru watched both of them with his blue eyes passively. Cracking a smile at watching Ken get smacked over the head and raise his arms in defense from the assault by Miyako, he chuckled a little while folding his arms. The white bucket hat he usually wore on set remaining on his head, not bothering to take it off since he liked the thing anyways.
Ken who opened one eye peered out at Miyako then Takeru, crinkling his nose as he lowered his arms and gripped his shoulders. Staring at Takeru, he stuck his tongue out resentfully watching the two walk into his trailer, "..and what are you laughing at, Gilligan?" He grumbled to Takeru, basically telling him to shut up or else.
Miyako just smirked, closing the door behind her blonde companion. Staring down at the younger boy on the floor, she shook her head and slipped off her jacket, simply draping it across the arm of a nearby chair. Taking off her shoes, she stepped over them, walking across the floor towards the table across from the entrance. Takeru followed, taking a seat beside her after she sat down.
"Oh sure, make yourselves at home why don't you. Oh yeah, barge in here, no worries, Ken doesn't care." The long navy haired boy growled, slowly getting to his feet and using Daisuke's head for support as he leaned on his right arm, staring at Miyako with a twitching glare, how annoying she was. Standing up to his full height, he walked away from the table and took a seat on the bottom bunk of the bed beside Kiyoshi, staying as far away from Miyako as possible.
"Well you shouldn't, especially when you let the cat drag just about anything in." Miyako smirked, casting a detestable eye at Daisuke, Ken's best friend. She was actually jealous of the cinnamon skinned boy, with how close he actually managed to get to Ken, though she didn't admit it.
"Oh yeah, nice joke," Kiyoshi defended Daisuke. He liked him; he was like a second older brother. Everytime Miyako hung around; she always made Ken in a bad mood and ruined his and everyone's fun. Kiyoshi saw Ken grin out of the corner of his eye at his remark of his best friend.
Daisuke snickered evilly, hearing Kiyoshi's comment as well. He looked back up at Miyako as he stood up, looking back at her with the same hatred among his dark brown eyes. Rolling his eyes, he walked away from her to find a chair beside the bunk bed or something. Passing the fridge he stopped and looked questioningly at Ken, an eyebrow raised as he quickly glanced at the fridge. Getting a nod back form Ken, he reached in and pulled out a can of coke.
"Why exactly are you here anyways, Mi-ack-o whacko? Jack-o? On crack-o?" Ken huffed, turning his attention away from Daisuke back onto the lavender haired youth across the length of the trailer from him. With a yawn, he laid back on the bed, poking Kiyoshi casually in the side as he passed him. Stretching his arms out in the darkness, he stared up at the bottom of the second bunk, listening for Miyako's reply.
"I just came over to visit, is that okay with you, sir?" She rolled her eyes, watching Ken seemingly dismiss her as he lay down on the bed absently. Looking at Takeru sitting beside him, she furrowed her eyebrows. "Let's go. Someone seems to be in a bad mood."
"Well I wonder why," Ken sourly spat.
Takeru blinked then nodded, standing up and grabbing his jacket, stepping into his shoes. Standing at the door, his jacket didn't even have time to dry. He sighed, watching as Miyako got on her shoes and her own jacket, he wondered where Kari was and why exactly he did decide to follow Miyako over to Ken's trailer. Ken always drifted into a foul mood once Miyako came within ten feet of him, no matter who he was around.
"Yeah, go, have fun out in the rain, horse." Ken snorted, not bothering to sit up as they left. He snickered when he called her a horse, meaning to call her a whore, though Kiyoshi was around, he knew she would get the picture though. Sitting up once the door slammed, he looked over at Kiyoshi, sliding an arm around his kid brother's shoulders.
"Daisuke owes us a free dinner, but I guess restaurant food is out since we would have to walk there, or wait in for a limo which would take too long. I'm starving." He said, listening as his own stomach confirmed that sentence. He looked up and blinked. "Ms. Betty is getting cranky."
Kiyoshi turned his head to look up at Ken with a curious blink. He giggled, his face melting into a hopeful smile, he shrugged off Ken's arm and stood up, twirling around to face his bro. "Does that mean you're going to cook?" The kid squeaked, his eyes wide with excitement, he obviously loved Ken's cooking.
Daisuke turned his head at Ken, interrupting the two. "Hey, I didn't lose. We didn't even finish the game, because you threw the cards up in the air with your insane moments." He poked Ken's shoulder accusingly with his left hand, standing up and setting the can of coke on the counter. The dull light coming from the ceiling lights glinted off the metallic surface, polka dots of shadows casted down on it, raindrops silhouetting from the occasional lightning.
Ken rolled his eyes at Daisuke, standing up. "Uch, gawd, like, it like wasn't that big of a deal! Uch, geez, I mean...GAWD I JUST NEEDED MY SPACE OKAY?!" He took hold of Kiyoshi's shoulders and gently moved the bouncing boy aside. Listening to the music in the background, he bobbed his head to some song he couldn't exactly make out over the talking, though it sounding good enough to carry some type of beat. "Yes I'm going to cook.. Whatever there is to cook in this place. Ah, Kraft Dinner sounds good.. I think. Where exactly did this come from?"
[D: Rofl, oh yeah, gourmet. XD "WE'S ate dead SQUIRRELS last week! O_O!"
S.K.: And man, were they ever delicious! ..]
Daisuke blinked, watching Ken get up and search through the dark brown cupboards above the small fridge in search of edibles. Raising an eyebrow as Ken pulled out a box of K.D. and read it, he tried to keep himself from laughing as he stood up and snatched the box away with a grin. "Dude, it's K.D. made with cheese and macaroni, I brought it over from my trailer. Thought you'd be needing it, it's better than rice and noodles." He snickered, setting the box on the counter.
"Well for your information, that's not all I eat. Don't be so much of a.. Whatever it is. Stereotype." He added after thinking up the word, eyeing Daisuke then the box of K.D. "..And we do have that stuff over in Japan, I just never tried it. Mom doesn't buy it and I don't grocery shop, so there." He said defensively, leaning against the smooth black plastic of the fridge. He yawned and reached past Daisuke to open up a cupboard, dragging out a bowl.
Daisuke opened his mouth to reply to Ken, sidestepping out of his way and knocking his head against the other side of the cupboards. Shaking his head, he stepped around it and walked towards the table, sitting down on the edge of it. Draping his elbow over the corner of the table, he yawned and watched as Ken set the bowl full of fresh water into the black microwave above the fridge. Closing his eyes, he lowered his head as the rest of his body went limp with sleep.
"Wow, is it s'posed to be all black and smoking?" Kiyoshi's little kid voice came from the murky depths of consciousness existing outside of Daisuke's half hour sleep. He yawned and raised his head, discovering a kink in his neck and the oddest smell in the air. Burnt cheese? The annoying never-ending ring was actually the smoke detector, he found out after opening his eyes and seeing Ken standing below the small round box, gripping the mop in his hand and looking pissed.
"No, Kiyo! It's not supposed to be black! And why won't this stupid thing shut the hell up?! Shut up, damn you!" Ken snarled, standing on a chair, thrusting the mop up and knocking it against the small cylindrical noisemaker, not managing to stop the high-pitched appalling beeps. A smoking pit of what used to be Kraft Dinner sizzled in the background, sitting on the counter. Ken glared up at the smoke detector, not noticing Daisuke stand and simply stare at the two of them.
"Grrr, URUSAI KONO BAKAYARU! KUSATTA BAKA ROBA ONARA ATAMA! SUBETA ROBA! SUBETA ROBA!" Ken screamed in frustration, knocking the hard end of the mop harshly into the casing of the smoke detector. "SUBETA ROBA! Kutsunoana, ACHIKE! GAHH! ACHIKE! ACHIKE! ACHIKE!" He continued slamming the household cleaning tool into the annoying and loud contraption, Ken's screams barely overriding the irking beep of the device. Screaming the word with each thrust, "ACHIKE! ACHIKE! ACHIKE! ACHIKE!" Finally, with a final blow to the side, Ken cracked the plastic of the smoke detector, unwinding the screws that bolted it. Having smacked it like a baseball, the entire device unhooked from the ceiling and zoomed through the air across the trailer and skidded to a hault onto the tiled floor, shredded wires sticking up. Ken stood there on the chair with a blank expression, everyone staring in the direction of the now broken smoke detector silently.
"...At least it's not beeping anymore..." Kiyoshi piped up, the three boys still staring at the mangled machine. The older boys both nodded slowly.
Ken stepped off the chair now. Daisuke had watched him with waking amusement, he grinned throughout the whole show. Turning his head to look at Ken, he burst out laughing and sat back down on the edge of the table chair. That's when he noticed what Ken was wearing; a white apron with frills along the shoulder straps. Throwing his shoulders over his knees, he wrapped his arms around his chest as he burst into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?!" Ken accused suspiciously, lowering his eyelids, he femininely attached his knuckles to his hips, elbows bent out. "ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF MY APRON?!!" Ken exclaimed, glaring at Daisuke as the boy's eyes rolled down, taking in the view of Ken wearing a white apron with pink frills. He watched as Daisuke nearly fell out of his chair, take a deep breath, only to continue his laughing hysteria. Raising a singular eyebrow, Ken watched Daisuke, taking offence to his apron being made fun of.
Daisuke took another deep breath calming down as he stared at the black and white tiled floor of Ken's trailer. He raised his head and looked at Ken's face, trying to keep his own straight and serious-it didn't work; instantly picturing his friend in the apron; he fell backwards, stretching out across the lengthy seat. "Oh no Ken, never! Nope!" Daisuke managed to squeak out before guffawing some more.
"Gyaahhh!! Laugh at my apron, WILL YA?!!" Ken hollered, grabbing the mop suddenly, he didn't give Daisuke any time to notice as he swung the entire mop down on his friend. Feeling the cushioned part of the mop smash into Daisuke's head, Ken's eyes started to water. "STOP MAKING FUN OF MEEE!!!!" He wailed, turning around and storming out of the trailer, slamming the door open and closed. The entire trailer went silent as Ken suddenly disappeared.
The mop slamming into his face, Daisuke sat up suddenly, the cloth pieces draping over his eyes so he couldn't see anything. Hear Ken wail and leave, he blinked then tossed the mop off his head. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the door than Kiyoshi, "..what was that all about?" He asked, wondering if Kiyoshi knew anything about what freak accident just happened.
Kiyoshi who was sitting on the bed just blinked, he shrugged his small shoulders while staring at Daisuke with his own set of pale purple eyes. "One of Ken's older brother tantrums, I think."