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A/N: Yay! I'm still alive! This one-shot is mainly inspired by "The Fake Redhead's Writing Prompts" #204, when I found this on pinterest, I immediately thought of these two. I was also listening to "Really Don't Care" by Demi Lovato (feat. Cher Lloyd). I was actually holding my laugh while writing this. Ahahahahaha...!
I hope you guys like this and have a laugh like me. :)
Hayato mentally face-palmed as he looked around him, scowling at his bad luck and his current... partner. Though said partner would argue, while smiling mind you, that he's Hayato's friend but he digress, he's NOT his friend. He looked around again and scowled even more. Damn his shitty luck. And damn the baseball bastard. And damn his no good, fucking shitty luck. He thought to himself, if they ever survive this (and he knew they will, because they can.), the baseball bastard better stay very, VERY far from him or he will die!
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Meanwhile, Takeshi took a quick glance at his friend (which Hayato will vehemently, and violently with a lit bomb and all, deny until his last breath.), and mentally cringed at the growing deep and ugly scowl on his friend's face. He thought to himself, if they ever survive this (and he knew they will), he will go very, very far away from Hayato and maybe ask for a mission in Antarctica or somewhere so far that he knew he'd remain alive (proverbially speaking of course), because he also knew Hayato won't really kill him. Not Really. Maybe... Probably... Hopefully...?
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Hayato took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a brief moment, mentally counting to ten; he then angrily puffed out a sigh and smoke, grittily biting the end of his cigarette; A sign that he's angry and stressed, with said causes of his stress right beside him and around him. Then he said,
"This... isn't good."
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Takeshi knew, he just knew he shouldn't say something back, because deep down he knew it will bite him in the ass but he couldn't help himself. He asked,
"H-how can you tell, Hayato?"
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Hayato glared daggers (more like swords really, or ready to explode bombs) at Takeshi making the latter visibly flinch at him. He gritted his teeth once more, destroying the cigarette in two with the lit part falling down next to his shoes, he then spit out the soaked and grinded remaining cigarette in his mouth. He then sarcastically said to Takeshi while pointing out the men that's surrounding the two of them at the moment.
"See how they're slowly surrounding us, baseball bastard? And they all have guns and knives, idiot?" Hayato then pointed one of the men from his left, Takeshi warily look over to where the former is pointing and sighs tiredly. Hayato continued with his rant and ignored Takeshi's wary look.
"And I think that guy is carrying a machete. So moron, right now we're fucked because a certain asshole doesn't follow the plan! There's a reason for making plans jackass! It's to avoid fucking shitty situations like this!"
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Takeshi flinched at Hayato's rant and would've rubbed his poor ears but he can't, because one, he knew they're true and two, he's too busy fighting against their enemies.