AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope everyone is having a fabulous summer!
CHAP 9 : SWEET REALITY
CHAP 9 RATING : PG-13
"Good stuff, eh?" Keisuke observed his brother. Ryousuke did not look pleased at all. However, he did manage to finish the whole plate of food that Keisuke prepared. Keisuke, on the other hand, had his eye on Ryousuke's reactions throughout their lunch. "Well, it's even now...we both are not the best of cooks, but hey, at least we both tried!" chuckled Keisuke, running his hand through his hair.
"Keisuke, may I ask how you managed to get sauce all over our kitchen cabinets?" Ryousuke had gotten up from his chair, heading towards the dishwasher, holding a tower of plates and bowls. "And how did you end up knocking over all the bottles of spices that mother bought in Europe? Was it in your way?" Ryousuke glanced over at Keisuke, who was still picking at his plate.
"Well, things were getting dangerous...pots were all boiling over, things in the microwave exploding, and the oven had weird popping noises. So...I guess I was rushing? I dunno. Oh well. I'll clean everything up with Windex later." Keisuke got up with his share of plates and went over to the sink. "Oh, and by the way, dishwasher doesn't work."
"I beg your pardon?" asked Ryousuke, in disbelief. "No wonder the configurations were all wrong!" Ryousuke crouched down to get a better view of their disfunctioned Whirlpool. "Keisuke! Why?!"
"Umm...I dunno. I think I kicked it. Sorry."
"Keisuke, this is going straight out of your bank account..." muttered Ryousuke. He dried his hair one last time with the towel that was still around his neck from the shower and tossed it to Keisuke . "Your face has flour streaks. Wipe it. Ridiculous." Ryousuke walked off.
"What a fag." Keisuke stuck his tongue at behind Ryousuke's back.
"I heard that." Ryousuke grumbled, reaching upstairs, turning into the electronic room.
"Man, whatever." Keisuke turned around and gasped. Behind him, were two towers of dirty dishes, bowls and utensils, awaiting to be cleaned and sanitized. Keisuke casted a dark glare at the dishwasher beneath him. Because of this impaired machine, he had to wash the dishes the agonizing way. He started to rinse the dishes, and halfway through, glared at the broken dishwasher once more, and kicked it.
After checking his cables and gadgets in the electronic room, Ryousuke paced back into his room. Just as he was opening his laptop to check his email, Keisuke barged in and flopped himself on the bed. "Now...that was insane. Dishes are all separate nightmares, man!" complained Keisuke. "And! No need to worry about the cabinets! All cleaned! Yes!" Keisuke felt like he was talking to himself. Just then, Ryousuke reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a bag.
"Here, sample some Dutch chocolate. Your award for kitchen maintenance." Ryousuke held out the bag of multicolored candies to the exhausted Keisuke, who was laying on his bed with an arm across his face. Keisuke peered at Ryousuke through his arm, and then slowly traced his vision to the bag of candy.
"Oh! Brother! I forgot to tell you something!" Keisuke jolted upwards in an abrupt way, causing Ryousuke to lean back onto his chair. "I saw a girl at the grocery store!"
"May you be more specific?" Ryousuke asked, somewhat annoyed at Keisuke's sudden excitement.
"I meant, I saw the girl from the new team "The Candies", your Mexican chocolate reminded me." Keisuke explained, while reaching for the candy himself.
"Dutch chocolate you mean, and yes, I remember you telling me about their team. The Candies have been around, I looked for
for their information on the database. Their distinctive history shows that they have connections everywhere. That is, in comparison with the rest of the teams that we have battled against. This team is not simple."
"Ah, I see. Oh, and guess what? She accepted my challenge." Keisuke was beaming with pride, Ryousuke stopped chewing on his candy.
"Keisuke. Excuse me?" Ryousuke wasn't having the best day so far. Keisuke sensed this, surely, by his brother's facial expression.
"I asked her, and she accepted. Simple. Plus, she's a girl. I will beat her!"
"Keisuke, do you know what kind of team this is?"
"Um..."
"Apparently, you don't have a clue! Do you know what makes them so different and dangerous at the same time?"
"Brother, please, their name...just take a look at their name---The Candies. Isn't that the most queerest team name you have ever heard? I'm sure the drivers are as well."
"Keisuke, then let me fill you in on their backgrounds. When they battle, they battle with food."
"Huh?"
"I mean, during a battle with them, you have to eat while driving."
"Eat what? A pack of candy?"
"You are obviously not taking this seriously, allow me to show you some pictures I have found on the internet." With that, Keisuke scooted closer to his brother and observed the monitor screen while his brother typed in an address, did numerous clicks and typed in random passwords to gain access. Ryousuke then scrolled down to a menu containing a picture gallery and clicked a button. The screen brought up a picture of a man lying on the floor while paramedics gave critical assistance to him.
"What happened?" Keisuke stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
"This was during one of the races with The Candies, concerning fruits. Each racer was given a bag of six Fuji apples and told to finish each of the apples to the core when they have reached the finish line. This man choked on his fourth one during a parallel drift and crashed his car into the rail."
"Oh damn."
"Here is another victim." Ryousuke clicked to a page with a picture of a man on the ground, beside his destroyed car, almost lifeless. "This is the incident of the pastry race, both rivals were given a box of several French pastries and were told to finish them before they reached the finish line. This man was barely halfway through the first round when the ingested pastries inside his stomach churned with his turbulent adrenaline, causing him to vomit fiercely. As you know, your adrenaline pumps within your limit of blood pressure and digestion system, so before he was vomiting, he had already lost control of the steering wheel." Ryousuke took a quick glance at Keisuke, who had terror written all over his face.
"Brother, I---"
"Oh, and have you heard about the accident with the fast food race? Let me show---"
"Oh no no no...that's enough, bro." Keisuke had his head resting on the desk, still in awe.
"Keisuke, I have nothing to say but---" started Ryousuke.
"Wait a minute! What about their first battle with The Emperors?! That Kyouichi Sudou didn't have to eat crap!" cried Keisuke, getting up.
"That was their introduction. Everything applies to the second battle." said Ryousuke, still calm. Keisuke was pacing around in beside him. "As I was saying, Keisuke, your results will partly be based on their menu..."
"Fuck that! We are meeting with them right now!" Keisuke bellowed and ran to get his car keys.
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TO BE CONTINUED
CHAP 9 : SWEET REALITY
CHAP 9 RATING : PG-13
"Good stuff, eh?" Keisuke observed his brother. Ryousuke did not look pleased at all. However, he did manage to finish the whole plate of food that Keisuke prepared. Keisuke, on the other hand, had his eye on Ryousuke's reactions throughout their lunch. "Well, it's even now...we both are not the best of cooks, but hey, at least we both tried!" chuckled Keisuke, running his hand through his hair.
"Keisuke, may I ask how you managed to get sauce all over our kitchen cabinets?" Ryousuke had gotten up from his chair, heading towards the dishwasher, holding a tower of plates and bowls. "And how did you end up knocking over all the bottles of spices that mother bought in Europe? Was it in your way?" Ryousuke glanced over at Keisuke, who was still picking at his plate.
"Well, things were getting dangerous...pots were all boiling over, things in the microwave exploding, and the oven had weird popping noises. So...I guess I was rushing? I dunno. Oh well. I'll clean everything up with Windex later." Keisuke got up with his share of plates and went over to the sink. "Oh, and by the way, dishwasher doesn't work."
"I beg your pardon?" asked Ryousuke, in disbelief. "No wonder the configurations were all wrong!" Ryousuke crouched down to get a better view of their disfunctioned Whirlpool. "Keisuke! Why?!"
"Umm...I dunno. I think I kicked it. Sorry."
"Keisuke, this is going straight out of your bank account..." muttered Ryousuke. He dried his hair one last time with the towel that was still around his neck from the shower and tossed it to Keisuke . "Your face has flour streaks. Wipe it. Ridiculous." Ryousuke walked off.
"What a fag." Keisuke stuck his tongue at behind Ryousuke's back.
"I heard that." Ryousuke grumbled, reaching upstairs, turning into the electronic room.
"Man, whatever." Keisuke turned around and gasped. Behind him, were two towers of dirty dishes, bowls and utensils, awaiting to be cleaned and sanitized. Keisuke casted a dark glare at the dishwasher beneath him. Because of this impaired machine, he had to wash the dishes the agonizing way. He started to rinse the dishes, and halfway through, glared at the broken dishwasher once more, and kicked it.
After checking his cables and gadgets in the electronic room, Ryousuke paced back into his room. Just as he was opening his laptop to check his email, Keisuke barged in and flopped himself on the bed. "Now...that was insane. Dishes are all separate nightmares, man!" complained Keisuke. "And! No need to worry about the cabinets! All cleaned! Yes!" Keisuke felt like he was talking to himself. Just then, Ryousuke reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a bag.
"Here, sample some Dutch chocolate. Your award for kitchen maintenance." Ryousuke held out the bag of multicolored candies to the exhausted Keisuke, who was laying on his bed with an arm across his face. Keisuke peered at Ryousuke through his arm, and then slowly traced his vision to the bag of candy.
"Oh! Brother! I forgot to tell you something!" Keisuke jolted upwards in an abrupt way, causing Ryousuke to lean back onto his chair. "I saw a girl at the grocery store!"
"May you be more specific?" Ryousuke asked, somewhat annoyed at Keisuke's sudden excitement.
"I meant, I saw the girl from the new team "The Candies", your Mexican chocolate reminded me." Keisuke explained, while reaching for the candy himself.
"Dutch chocolate you mean, and yes, I remember you telling me about their team. The Candies have been around, I looked for
for their information on the database. Their distinctive history shows that they have connections everywhere. That is, in comparison with the rest of the teams that we have battled against. This team is not simple."
"Ah, I see. Oh, and guess what? She accepted my challenge." Keisuke was beaming with pride, Ryousuke stopped chewing on his candy.
"Keisuke. Excuse me?" Ryousuke wasn't having the best day so far. Keisuke sensed this, surely, by his brother's facial expression.
"I asked her, and she accepted. Simple. Plus, she's a girl. I will beat her!"
"Keisuke, do you know what kind of team this is?"
"Um..."
"Apparently, you don't have a clue! Do you know what makes them so different and dangerous at the same time?"
"Brother, please, their name...just take a look at their name---The Candies. Isn't that the most queerest team name you have ever heard? I'm sure the drivers are as well."
"Keisuke, then let me fill you in on their backgrounds. When they battle, they battle with food."
"Huh?"
"I mean, during a battle with them, you have to eat while driving."
"Eat what? A pack of candy?"
"You are obviously not taking this seriously, allow me to show you some pictures I have found on the internet." With that, Keisuke scooted closer to his brother and observed the monitor screen while his brother typed in an address, did numerous clicks and typed in random passwords to gain access. Ryousuke then scrolled down to a menu containing a picture gallery and clicked a button. The screen brought up a picture of a man lying on the floor while paramedics gave critical assistance to him.
"What happened?" Keisuke stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
"This was during one of the races with The Candies, concerning fruits. Each racer was given a bag of six Fuji apples and told to finish each of the apples to the core when they have reached the finish line. This man choked on his fourth one during a parallel drift and crashed his car into the rail."
"Oh damn."
"Here is another victim." Ryousuke clicked to a page with a picture of a man on the ground, beside his destroyed car, almost lifeless. "This is the incident of the pastry race, both rivals were given a box of several French pastries and were told to finish them before they reached the finish line. This man was barely halfway through the first round when the ingested pastries inside his stomach churned with his turbulent adrenaline, causing him to vomit fiercely. As you know, your adrenaline pumps within your limit of blood pressure and digestion system, so before he was vomiting, he had already lost control of the steering wheel." Ryousuke took a quick glance at Keisuke, who had terror written all over his face.
"Brother, I---"
"Oh, and have you heard about the accident with the fast food race? Let me show---"
"Oh no no no...that's enough, bro." Keisuke had his head resting on the desk, still in awe.
"Keisuke, I have nothing to say but---" started Ryousuke.
"Wait a minute! What about their first battle with The Emperors?! That Kyouichi Sudou didn't have to eat crap!" cried Keisuke, getting up.
"That was their introduction. Everything applies to the second battle." said Ryousuke, still calm. Keisuke was pacing around in beside him. "As I was saying, Keisuke, your results will partly be based on their menu..."
"Fuck that! We are meeting with them right now!" Keisuke bellowed and ran to get his car keys.
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TO BE CONTINUED