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Song Playing: Wanted Dead Or Alive
Theme 32: Torn
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bits of shredded paper fell about the room, a round of bullet casings still hot from use littered the floor, and the slight echo of the shots still hovered in the air. With great caution and more then a little hesitance a head appeared from behind the couch, wide fearful eyes darting from side to side before landing on an angry looking young man sitting at the dining room table. His own chair was a few feet away sprawled on its side from his speedy retreat for cover.
The irate blond was muttering curses as he flipped through the various stadium plans before him. Occasionally stopping to shoot to shreds or set fire to the ones he found particularly offensive. In a manner that greatly resembled a solider making his way through a minefield in the middle of a war zone, the poor architect repositioned himself back at the table. Mentally berating himself for convincing his boss into allowing him to head the design and construction for the Hiruma account. What could he have possibly have been thinking?! He was barely out of college and was in no way ready for the dog eat dog world of business! Why he might as well pack up his things and just-
"Hey, fucking tomato!"
Running a hand nervously though his rather unusually colored hair he tried his hardest not to stutter. "M-my name i-is Yoshida Mister Hiruma sir, Ichiro Yoshida."
Only to fail miserably.
"Or tomato!" He quickly re-stated after he caught his client's glare. "Tomato's fine. Perfect in fact! It just so happens my favorite vegetable is the tomato, well technically it's a fruit but I myself always though of it as more of a-"
His panicked ranting was quickly cut off by a round of ammunition as another one of his preciously drawn plans quickly resembled Swiss cheese.
"They're all too small! This is the devilbat's stadium! It needs to be huge and intimidating, none of this shrimp stuff!" The former quarterback yelled as he promptly shredded the rest of the blueprints until there was nothing left but a small pile that strongly resembled confetti.
The red head's hand found themselves twitching in anticipation at what his client would criticize next. "Y-you mean you want it more l-like Tokyo Dome?"
"Better, bigger, that dome should look like a fucking matchbox compared to ours!! The opponents should be trembling in fear before they ever set foot on the grass inside. All of these aren't big enough!" The fact that he was twirling a machine gun in one hand did nothing for the architect's nerves.
Just as he was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown a miracle occurred. A pretty young woman entered in silently with a pot of coffee, her stomach bulging out just enough to make it obvious that she was with child. While the blond devil did not acknowledge her presence, preferring to grumble to himself as he tried to figure out what he wanted for his stadium, he most certainly had. How such and angel of a woman ever ended up with a man like his client he preferred not knowing. "Would you care for some coffee Yoshida-san?"
He nodded. His jumpiness over Hiruma's obvious displeasure evident as he ran a hand through his hair and his knee jittered.
As the young mother-to-be leaned down to fill his mug, she whispered information into his ear. She then straightened up walked to the other end of the table and started to pour the hot coffee into her husband's cup as if nothing had happened. There was an awkward pause as she started sweeping up the scraps of paper, while her husband was making plans in his head, and he worked up the courage to speak up.
"Y-you mean like a-" He gulped as he glanced to his right to find her giving him a reassuring smile. With shaking hands he finished his suggestion. "Coliseum?"
"A coliseum." A thoughtful look came over his face as he took out his ever faithful devil's handbook and started sketching out ideas. "Yeah a big fucking coliseum with pillars. The seats can be stone, marble or granite with railings and arches. Huge fucking arches at the entrances and exits with demons and animals carved into them. It'll be like walking into the gates of hell..."
For the first time since stepping through the door he let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to relax. Before too long he found himself in a some what normal conversation with the blonde, swapping ideas and making sketches. Somewhere in the chaos of their business discussion, he managed to catch the eye of the kind woman who had helped him out. Quickly, while the ex-quarterback's head was down, he mouthed out a thank you.
She simply gave a knowing nod before disappearing back into the kitchen.
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