Taka and Yasuha were still running away from Big Moe, who was surprisingly fast on a wheel chair. The dodged the onslaught of maple syrup, and Yasuha had a particularly hard time due to his wrist being injured. "S-Shit, just what is happening!? Why is this maple syrup so fuckin' HOT!?" he yelled. While breathing heavily, Taka said, "Hey, you're a musician right?" Yasuha said, "Yes, but w-why are you asking that now?!"

"Try running at the pace of a rhythm, and if that doesn't work, try humming a melody!" "What!? Why!?" exclaimed Yasuha. 'Just- do it dammit!" Yasuha followed Taka's instructions, and began running to the rhythm of a beat he really enjoyed. "Finally, we've reached our destination!" The two arrived at the Moonshine Waffle House, and Taka ran in, heading towards the kitchen. Yasuha followed, and eventually, Big Moe went inside as well.

Taka traveled deep inside the kitchen, which was surprisingly large for the kitchen of a Moonshine Waffle House. Eventually, Taka reached the very back of the restaurant. A massive tank of maple syrup stood menacingly in the back of the room. Taka jumped onto a cabinet filled with tupperware, and when Yasuha came into the room, Taka suggested he do the same.

Big Moe wheeled in, and threw another bottle of maple syrup at Taka. "Die, ya fockin parasite!" he yelled. Taka dodged, and exclaimed, "Salad Days!" Mini pizzas began flying from his finger straight to the tank of maple syrup, spilling the thing everywhere on the floor. The syrup began melting Big Moe's wheelchair, and eventually the bottom of his feet.

"OH FOCK, MA FOCKIN' FEET ARE MELTING!" he yelled, quickly disabling his ability. "Ah, finally, we don't have to worry about that anymore." said Taka, jumping off the cabinet. "Salad Days! Maybe this'll teach you your lesson!" he exclaimed. Taka shot at Big Moe's healthy leg, which had his screaming as hard as when his feet were melting.

"Alright, let's get the hell outta here, Yasuha." said Taka, exiting through a window. The two ran away from the building, which now had quite a commotion stirring inside. They ran back to Taka's home, and jumped onto the couches to catch their breath. "Woo... okay, Yasuha. I have a question." "What is it?"

"So that guy, Big Moe or whatever- did he ever play music? At all? Was he good at it?" asked Taka. "To my knowledge, no. He was always a huge idiot. Big head but there's nothing swirling in there. He'd never try something like music... why do you ask?" Taka said, "Well, then we have a problem on our hands. That was clearly a music related ability, hell, I even heard him use a rhythm! Only musicians like you and I can use that stuff. However, there are certain occasions where something like an item can give non-musicians the power to use these abilities."

"So what're you saying?" asked Yasuha. "Something out there is giving crooks like him these abilities. Is that man in a gang, or something?" Yasuha responded, "Yeah, he's in a group with other ruffians. They've all done terrible shit to me... I hate them all. One of them killed my dad five years ago, when I was 14." Taka responded, "Oh- damn. I'm terribly sorry for your loss. We'll go kick their asses, and find out what bizarre thing they've got that lets them use musical abilities."

"Alright then, let's do it." said Yasuha with a determined look.

"Oh, by the way, your wounds gone." Yasuha quickly looked at his wrist and said, "Eh? What happened?" Taka thought for a while and said, "It must've disappeared when you used the rhythm... looks like you do have an ability. Looks like it's healing related, I have a friend who has a healing ability as well. However, I feel as if this is a different thing entirely..."

TO BE CONTINUED

Ability name: ?

Yasuha's ability still remains unnamed and unknown. It appears to be related to healing, though, Taka feels as if there's more to it than that.