This story got a REEEEaly slow start, this is just a short chapter mind you, but I guess I had to explain who the undead man was, but what I really meant was living dead. hehe sorry for the flop.
Fubuki is kind of OC in this chapter, I could never had imagined him like this in the manga, AT ALL. So enjoy
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Cause there, by the Mibu fountain stood a man who should have been dead a long time ago. Fubuki had to use all of his strength to stand up again.
Hishigi had been about to go and help him, but one fierce glare from Fubuki held him in his place.
"What are YOU doing here, you're dead." Fubukis voice shook, he fought hard to keep it steady, but to no use. This frightening man made sure he was unable to keep calm.
"Yes I am SO dead, can't you see how dead I am? I'm as dead as a sliced potato fried in fat, which becomes something called French fries, something from the future." The man mocked and smiled wholeheartedly at Fubuki.
Fubuki on the other hand was "this" long from exploding and become a million peaces in the sky. He kept his anger at bay though, to Hishigis sorrow, who really would have liked to see what Fubuki would've looked like in a million peaces. And how many of those peaces would have been only hair. Over half of the peaces, Hishigi thought theoretically.
"No Fubuki, I'm truly sorry, I'm not as dead as I may look." The man said and nodded his head in agreement with himself.
"But I killed you!" Fubuki screamed hysterically and once again fell to his knees.
"I killed you, and saw you die. I killed…my only friend." Fubuki couldn't meet the mans eyes.
Suddenly a lightning flared the sky, a thunder echoed right after, and just a few seconds pasted before the rain came rushing down from a grey and lifeless sky.
"Stop whining, you're a grown man. You knew no better than blowing me up in the air." The man said and smiled.
"But you are action man, I thought you could do anything, even free yourself from one kilo dynamite." Fubuki paused, "You proved me wrong."
Hishigi watched the scene in silence, he didn't know what to think oddest, that Fubuki actually could show emotion, or that he had a doll as his best mate and had blown him up with dynamite.
"But to discuss my death with you was not my intention by getting here. I'm here to help you with your dear cat, which seems to have taken my place on your shoulder." Fubuki looked dumbfounded at the doll, his hair flattening more and more each second, heavy with rain. Hishigi stared amazed at the elder; with his hair down he looked so much younger and more handsome. Hishigi wondered if he would have enough courage to tell Fubuki that.
"My cat you say? Okay, step into my office." Fubuki said and picked up the action doll.