"What do you say, Naota?" Jakun pressed. Naota leaned against the fountain, holding back the tears that were threatening to pour from his eyes. They were not just caused by the turmoil raging inside him now, they were tears of physical discomfort; his head was starting to hurt.
"Just tell me where Mamimi and Eri are...please..." he strained through his teeth. Jakun remained standing where he was.
"If I do let you know where your precious girls are, you will consider this offer, yes?" Naota shook his head, unable to speak as his whole concentration was focusing on the throbbing in his temples. "Good. Your friends are my guests, tucked comfortably away at..."
"Hold it! Stay right where you are!" Amarao shouted. Jakun spun to face Amarao and Kitsurubami.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snorted. "You were supposed to..."
"I'm taking charge from here on!" Amarao said, trying his best to sound authoritative. He held both his guns up, clenching his teeth when Jakun grimaced, showing his teeth. Amarao remembered those teeth...
"You are in violation of Intergalactic Immigration Bureau regulation number..." Kitsurubami's voice faded as she began to realize just what Jakun's words implied. "Wait a minute, what does he mean 'you were supposed' to do something?" she turned her accusing eyes onto her commander, who now cowered back not from Jakun, but from her.
"Well...I...that is...you see..." he stuttered, trying to come up with a quickie excuse. Before he could think of anything, Jakun's motorcycle roared past the two of them, knocking Amarao over and causing Kitsurubami to shriek. It screeched to a halt next to its master. Jakun retrieved his guitar from where he had left it on his bike. He sneered and plucked one of its strings. As the chord echoed through the silence of the park, small sparks began to generate along the length of the guitar's neck. The sparks grew into small jolts of electricity. Jakun swung his guitar back, threw it forward, and shot a bolt of lightning straight at the two agents.
As Kitsurubami shrieked, Naota doubled over, groaning with pain as the pulsing in his head grew to near unbearable levels.
"Not so fast!" Haruko shouted as her Vespa tore into the confrontation. She swung her bass hard, smacking the bolt Jakun had unleashed away, sending it crashing into a tree nearby, causing it to burst into flames.
"Too late Haruko" Jakun hissed when she came to a stop. They exchanged hateful glares. "He knows the truth now."
"Your version of it" she threw back. "That's my Takun! And that's my dweeb!" she said, pointing at Amarao. "You can't have either of them! They're mine, you hear, mine!" she charged him on her Vespa, swinging her bass hard, ready to level him with a blow to shatter mountains.
Jakun parried with his own guitar. The collision of the two cosmic entities created a small shockwave that made the ground rumble. Jakun grabbed Haruko's collar, ripped her from the seat of her Vespa, tossed her away. She landed firmly on her feet, ready to face her opponent.
They were interrupted by a rain of bullets as Amarao opened fire. He screamed at the top of his lungs, a vein bulging in his forehead.
"I've had just about enough of you." Jakun said, his voice laced with contempt. He waved his guitar in the air as if it were a magic wand, and the bullets Amarao was hoping would hit their targets froze in midair, spun around, and flew toward their new target. Only one of them hit Amarao's shoulder, the rest flew overhead when Kitsurubami tackled into her boss, pulling him to the ground.
Jakun blocked Haruko's next attack as if he had been one step ahead of her. They tore into each other. Each time their guitar's struck against each other, it created a small rumble like lightning in the distance. The ground shifted under their feet, the impact of each blow registering all around them.
"Did you think you could keep something like this a secret?" Jakun growled at her over the din of their combat.
"Natao's mine!" Haruko screamed, the passion of the moment even making her forget her usual nickname for Naota.
"Both of you go to hell!" Kitsurubami shouted as she opened fire. Haruko dodged each shot expertly and hauled Kitsurubami up by her collar.
"You stay out of it!" she said, tossing the agent aside before leaping back into the fray with Jakun.
Naota struggled to his feet, his head feeling like it was going to explode. He groaned, clutching the sides of his head. The horrible pounding inside his skull overtook the sounds of the battle waging around him. Finally, he raised his own voice above even the horrible pulsing between his ears.
"Everybody just BACK OFF!" he blasted at the top of his lungs. The moment the words left his mouth, a massive surge of N-O surged from his head, sweeping through the whole area. It ripped Haruko and Jakun both off their feet, tossed them through the air, Jakun crashing down through a park bench, Haruko landing high in a tree. Amarao was instantly thrown from the ground he lay on, and dropped into the wishing fountain. Kitsurubami struggled to cling to the ground, but found herself yanked up and dropped into a wastebasket. Haruko's Vespa and Jakun's bike both were knocked over, Kitsurubami's car overturned.
Naota collapsed to his knees, his breath coming in labored gasps. He struggled to regain his senses. His felt as if his whole body had been battered. The world was spinning. His heart threatened to burst from his chest. Each breath burned ice-hot in his lungs. But finally, he managed to calm his heart to a normal pace. It was then he became aware of the labored breathing above him.
Naota raised his eyes, and found Jakun standing above him. His spiked hair was undone, a few strands hanging down in front of his eyes. His black attire was ripped and dirtied. He glared down at Naota, his eyes burning. He clapped one hand over Naota's face and yanked him to his feet. Naota waited for the final moment to come, but instead felt Jakun's hand slap hard over his forehead.
"Let's see you open one through those." Jakun muttered. He let Naota drop to the ground and then moved to retrieve his fallen motorcycle. Naota reached up and felt the familiar fuzzy of fake eyebrows over his own, and he smelled something that reminded him of glue. "Think about what I've said." Jakun shouted as he revved his motorcycle up and roared off into the darkness.
"Jakun, you baka, get back here!" Haruko screamed as she struggled down from the tree. She hurried to her Vespa and took off after him.
Naota stumbled to his feet, not sure of what to do next. Finally, he turned in the direction of his apartment building and started for home.
"My eyebrows..." Amarao sputtered, spitting water from his mouth as he pulled himself out of the fountain. "He's got my eyebrows..."