Plight
Chapter II
Glocks and Bread
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The warehouse drummed with intense music; from all directions, enemies of all kinds cloaked in black advanced with assault weapons loaded with 5.56 mm. They were by no means excellent in combat, judging from how they were holding their weapons and how horribly they were positioned behind the metal crates.
He moved quickly. Emptying a magazine of .9mm, he incapacitated nine advancing men through the means of headshots. Not good enough…
A monotonous voice filled the air…
"Reload….Reload…Reload…" The gun would not reload. Panicking, the teenager brought out a Glock17 from his belt and shot repeatedly at the proceeding images. Three shots struck a glass pane, immediately bringing smoke out of the machine.
The arcade fell silent; all of the patrons were watching the strange teenager actually shooting at a very popular simulation game.
Coming to his senses, the said teenager hoisted his gun into his belt among many other various weapons, which included a Steyr TMP, a semi-auto assault rifle, more than twenty anti-personal tank grenades, and several flashbangs. If it weren't all hidden under his shirt, some people would've naturally assumed that he was going off to war.
"I apologize…" he said to his blue-haired friend. The latter was a girl, who held a fan tantamount to the size of her bosom. She was clutching it angrily.
"I got too into the moment." His eyes were closed; that could've explained why he didn't notice the arc swing.
"Don't do that!" she screamed. Her fan moved in a style similar to how a samurai would swing his katana.
THWAAPP!
The teenager tumbled from where he was standing and met head-first onto a pane of glass.
Azuma looked inside with a huge grin.
'They are funny!' he thought. If only they had been an anime…
"Hey, Tsukino!" He ran toward the blushing girl, completely oblivious to the fact that she was blushing. She was sitting on a bench next to a fountain. Her face was the personification of mortification. Had a scientist been there, he/she would've gasped in disbelief at the intense color of red on her face.
She looked at the running bread artisan.
"Oiiiiii!" Azuma shouted. Distracted by what just occurred, he didn't pay attention to the street. When his foot tripped over a rather large rock, he immediately began to stumble and promptly fell down. His head somehow found its way on Tsukino's lap, and one hand on her bosom.
Tsukino swooned, her head falling backwards right into the fountain.
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"Are you sick?" Azuma was very skeptical that she wasn't. She had every symptom of being sick- burning fevers (blushing), fainting (swooning), and inability to speak coherently (embarrassed blathering/stuttering).
"No," she said, sounding a bit more adamant. She answered this question so many times already, and it was getting annoying!
Azuma leaned over and placed his palm on her forehead. She blushed, restraining the urge to swoon.
"Your temperature is really high," he mumbled. Leaning even closer, he pressed his ear against her heart. Standard Procedure, he thought. His mother did it for him all the time to check if he had an irregular heart beat that could be caused by a lung disease. Somehow, he truthfully forgot what particular body part covered a woman's heart. Tsukino didn't.
"Your heart is beating very fast too!" Azuma became worried. "Maybe I should take you home… Better yet, why don't I take you back to my apartment?" Hospitality was one thing his sister stressed the most during his childhood. An idea popped into his head, after rethinking what he just said. "There's a bun in the oven…." Azuma briefly described a new Ja-Pan idea he had; albeit, Tsukino only heard 'bun in the oven' before her mind paused at a particular idea.
For the past couple of minutes, she found it very hard not to swoon.
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"So… where're we going?" Azuma asked, walking backwards with both of his hands folded behind his head.
"Perhaps… a café…" Tsukino was morbidly tired. It took several long minutes to convince the bread artisan that she wasn't sick. Coincidently, it took twice as long for him to wake her up. A quick sip of coffee would defiantly keep her awake throughout the day. So much to do… so little time.
"Okay!" Azuma stopped walking, and offered her his hand. "There's a popular one in the north side of town." Perhaps it didn't occur to Azuma as to why it was popular. "Café de Amore…" European language was not his forte by any means, so it was impossible for him to notice that 'Amore' meant love. Even less, the name of said place is literally what the place represents, 'A café of love.' Tsukino however, having been better versed in foreign languages and current dating hot spot, did.
She was about to tumble backwards; but Azuma, again oblivious to what was about to happen, grabbed her hand and began dragging her to the café.
Tsukino suddenly felt weightless. Azuma was holding her hand. He was taking her to Café de Amore. Things couldn't get any better!
"I heard they have excellent bread over there!"
Tsukino smiled. Azuma will be Azuma, she thought.
Looking at the rich blue sky, absent of clouds and rich in winged and beautiful creatures, she truly believed that nothing can go wrong.