Title: What Will Rage Do? Part Deux
Summary: Akira apparently writes fanfics of his own...
Disclaimer: I don't own DDR...Konami does...
Warning: none
Author's Note: tee hee
What Will Rage Do?
Part Deux
One day Rage looked upon the Internet in hopes of discovering images and websites associated with his name. What he found instead was deeply unsettling as he gazed at the website title and the summary below such a frown came upon his countenance that it wrinkled his handsome face impossibly, aging him some years.
He reached up with a thumb and forefinger smoothed his dark sienna moustache. He blinked and tensed as a hand fell upon his bare shoulder. Usually, Rage was rightly dressed in the upstanding casual wear of a young Tokyo street goer: Red hooded jacket and khaki cargo shorts. However, at this time he was freshly showered and wearing only fresh laundered camo-cargo pants.
Rage looked at said hand, the lotus color against his own toasty caramel, and raised a puzzled brow.
The offending youth smiled nervously, blushing and lifting his hand away and rubbing the back of his head, rubbing at his ungelled tousled spikes.
"I…I wrote a story about how I feel about you…"
Rage blinked and stared at the screen, one finger lingering over the mouse.
"Rage?"
The man didn't respond the youth leaned close to him again.
"Rage? Please talk to me?"
Just then, a tall blond walked into the room, a towel around his waist, hair dripping.
"Rage, where are the towels against?"
Akira's face fell. "What!"
What will Rage do?
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