CHAP 2 : TO WASH OR NOT TO WASH
CHAP 2 RATING : PG
Ryousuke sighed as he watched Keisuke wash the dishes. Keisuke was concentrating so hard to scrub off the maple syrup that his tongue was sticking out on one side in frustration. Ryousuke finally came over to help dry the utensils and continued to observe his brother.
"Bro…can we go order take out for lunch and dinner?!" cried Keisuke in exasperation.
"Yes, I suppose, on one condition…no more McDonalds." Ryousuke started to go toward the door with his keys.
"Why not? Is it because it's cheap?"
"It is extremely unhealthy for your body to adapt to your consciousness when you're--"
"OH GOD, look at you, bro…you resemble a friggin' skeleton!"
Ryousuke fixated a cold stare at him while putting on his coat, "I'm heading off to the hospital now, lock and secure the doors if you plan to go out later. I'll be back for dinner." With that, he turned and closed the door firmly. Faint footsteps were heard and he could hear the garage open while his brother's rotary engine came to life. There was a screeching on tires as the garage closed again.
"Ehhh…what a geek." said Keisuke as he finished drying his soapy hands with a napkin and stomped upstairs for a quick shower.
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"Oh shit, where did my Abercrombie cargos go? I just bought them last week!" cried Keisuke, who was stooping around upstairs with only a towel around his waist. "Oh wait, the morning laundry in the backyard!" Keisuke fled downstairs like a half-covered runaway refugee and into the Takahashi's backyard. The wind was blowing uncompassionately while the rest of the clothes still hanging on the line looked like violent flags whipping themselves. As Keisuke rummaged through the baskets filled with laundry, he finally came across his beloved cargos. As he reached for them, his towel around his waist became loosened and before he knew it, his preferred yellow towel fluttered peacefully across the enormous yard, the sly smile on his face quickly turned into a scowl as he went after his towel in determined rage. The wind carried his towel into the cherry blossom trees and came to a stop around the swimming pool. Keisuke assumed that he probably ran half a mile, his breathing came in small pants. As he bent down to retrieve his towel, he slipped on the morning dew wetness on the fresh mowed lawn. As he helplessly tried to regain his proper balance, he mistakeningly slicked his damp foot against the marbled floor, which surrounded their Olympic-sized swimming pool, and in the water he went. From a mile away, a neighbor was awakened by a young man screaming and cursing about his day.
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Kenta happily dialed in Keisuke's number. Keisuke eventually picked up after the fifth ring. Kenta took a minute to wonder why it took his idol so long, since normally, he would have heard Keisuke's voice by the second ring.
"Oi Keisuke, I just received news that a new team just arrived in Akina."
"Urm, really? What do they freaking want?" Keisuke muttered, drying off his hair for the second time that morning.
"I believe they are called the Candies, rumor has it that they are currently accepting challenges from around the area."
"Weird name, must be a group of gay fags who want to defeat Akina's eight six."
"Hahaha, yeah we should go teach them a lesson."
"I'll talk this over with my brother tonight--"
"No, it's alright, Hirofumi called and informed him at the hospital."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he didn't sound interested, since he had the same opinion as you."
"Hah, well, if I'm not busy, I'll go check it out. Saturday night?"
"Yeah, usual times."
"Alright then, see you at practice tonight."
"Bye, Keisuke-sempai."
CHAP 3: CANDIES
CHAP 2 RATING : PG
Ryousuke sighed as he watched Keisuke wash the dishes. Keisuke was concentrating so hard to scrub off the maple syrup that his tongue was sticking out on one side in frustration. Ryousuke finally came over to help dry the utensils and continued to observe his brother.
"Bro…can we go order take out for lunch and dinner?!" cried Keisuke in exasperation.
"Yes, I suppose, on one condition…no more McDonalds." Ryousuke started to go toward the door with his keys.
"Why not? Is it because it's cheap?"
"It is extremely unhealthy for your body to adapt to your consciousness when you're--"
"OH GOD, look at you, bro…you resemble a friggin' skeleton!"
Ryousuke fixated a cold stare at him while putting on his coat, "I'm heading off to the hospital now, lock and secure the doors if you plan to go out later. I'll be back for dinner." With that, he turned and closed the door firmly. Faint footsteps were heard and he could hear the garage open while his brother's rotary engine came to life. There was a screeching on tires as the garage closed again.
"Ehhh…what a geek." said Keisuke as he finished drying his soapy hands with a napkin and stomped upstairs for a quick shower.
---
"Oh shit, where did my Abercrombie cargos go? I just bought them last week!" cried Keisuke, who was stooping around upstairs with only a towel around his waist. "Oh wait, the morning laundry in the backyard!" Keisuke fled downstairs like a half-covered runaway refugee and into the Takahashi's backyard. The wind was blowing uncompassionately while the rest of the clothes still hanging on the line looked like violent flags whipping themselves. As Keisuke rummaged through the baskets filled with laundry, he finally came across his beloved cargos. As he reached for them, his towel around his waist became loosened and before he knew it, his preferred yellow towel fluttered peacefully across the enormous yard, the sly smile on his face quickly turned into a scowl as he went after his towel in determined rage. The wind carried his towel into the cherry blossom trees and came to a stop around the swimming pool. Keisuke assumed that he probably ran half a mile, his breathing came in small pants. As he bent down to retrieve his towel, he slipped on the morning dew wetness on the fresh mowed lawn. As he helplessly tried to regain his proper balance, he mistakeningly slicked his damp foot against the marbled floor, which surrounded their Olympic-sized swimming pool, and in the water he went. From a mile away, a neighbor was awakened by a young man screaming and cursing about his day.
---
Kenta happily dialed in Keisuke's number. Keisuke eventually picked up after the fifth ring. Kenta took a minute to wonder why it took his idol so long, since normally, he would have heard Keisuke's voice by the second ring.
"Oi Keisuke, I just received news that a new team just arrived in Akina."
"Urm, really? What do they freaking want?" Keisuke muttered, drying off his hair for the second time that morning.
"I believe they are called the Candies, rumor has it that they are currently accepting challenges from around the area."
"Weird name, must be a group of gay fags who want to defeat Akina's eight six."
"Hahaha, yeah we should go teach them a lesson."
"I'll talk this over with my brother tonight--"
"No, it's alright, Hirofumi called and informed him at the hospital."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he didn't sound interested, since he had the same opinion as you."
"Hah, well, if I'm not busy, I'll go check it out. Saturday night?"
"Yeah, usual times."
"Alright then, see you at practice tonight."
"Bye, Keisuke-sempai."
CHAP 3: CANDIES