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CHAPTER 3
Hiruma loosened his sleek black tie and threw it in mid-air without regard. Next to go was his white crisp linen long-sleeves which was now lacking a few buttons in his haste to undress and redress. He donned his tight black spandex shirt and speedily pressed a button from his table. The wall from his right suddenly parted and unhid a secret cabinet which sported his array of guns from big to small.
With bursting excitement, he held his AK-47 and strapped it on his left shoulder.
"Change your clothes old man-."
He stopped when he saw Musashi already in his old practice attire with remembering eyes.
"Kekeke."
Hiruma kicked his office door open, the loud noise echoed throughout the top floor which was thankfully only occupied by him.
Musashi massaged his ears, "Some habits are just hard to break."
Fucking good times.
TWO DAYS AGO
RYOKAN KURITA
"One box of custard pie, mister." the chubby woman smiled, nose sniffing the sweet scent of the bakeshop.
"Would you like anything else with that, Ma'am?" the clerk motioned to the clear pastry cabinets featuring different varieties of sweet treats.
The woman's mouth quivered and lightly stroked her pillow-shaped belly. "No, that'll be all for today." She silently promised herself to come back tomorrow.
The clerk smiled, knowing full well she will come back the next day. She grabbed a few bills from her purse and extended her hand over the counter to pay.
"Thank you." He handed her over an expensive looking box sealed tightly from the sides with a handle at the top center of the box which she eagerly took.
The bell chimed signifying the customer's departure and chimed again as another customer entered the shop.
The clerk automatically plastered a courteous smile on his face and waited for the customer as he looked around.
He roamed around the shop, smelled and looked at the mouthwatering confections. When at last, he strode to the counter with a packet of meringue on his hand.
"And one latte to go please."
The clerk turned his back to make the latte and came back bringing a cup but the customer was nowhere in sight except for a few crumpled bills that was enough to pay for the forgotten latte and the meringue. So he punched them and placed the bills in the cash register when he noticed a red envelop sitting on the counter. The air suddenly felt heavy as he took hold of the unknown envelop, he gulped down his saliva and decided not to open it. He had a nagging feeling that if he did, he'd be in some deep shit.
With shaking hands, he pushed open a door with an 'Authorized Personnel ONLY' sign and went in to look for his boss.
"Sir, someone left this envelop at the shop."
His boss stood straight from his perched position, removed his cooking gloves and washed his hands dry. His big built suddenly made the lavish kitchen appear smaller. His big chubby hands closed on the parchment.
He moved near the kitchen window to clearly inspect it. He flipped both sides but saw nothing. He tried to see through what was inside but could only see red. In annoyance, he set it down the floured kitchen table and started a staring contest. He tried not to blink but his eyes began to water and sweat trickled down his face and dropped in the unmoving piece of crap.
Letters suddenly appeared from the wet area.
"Eh."
He dabbed a little water for the letters to appear clearly. A triumphant smiled crossed his face as he slowly opened the letter.
An excited gasp escaped from his mouth. "It's an invitation for the baking summit!"
His employee looked on, "But it said that the summit will be in two days."
Kurita's shoulder slumped. How can he possibly book a flight right at this minute then leave five minutes from now. It was just not possible.
Sensing his boss' growing gloominess, he tried to comfort him, "Maybe the next summit?"
He suddenly beamed, "Yes, you're right!"
"Eh…"
"What? What?"
He blurted the words out, "It says here at the bottom of the letter that it'll happen only once…"
He froze, the letter dropping from his hands along with his shoulders.
His employee picked up the letter and placed it neatly back inside the envelop. "Ahhhhhh!"
Kurita ignored him.
"Boss, there's a plane ticket inside."
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HA-HA BROTHERS
His thick soldier cut hair remained motionless as he tried to chase the man in a sleek black business suit. Once he was able to catch up with him, he patted the stranger's back with the passport he dropped at the airport after check-in.
"Buddy you dropped this."
The man in a suit turned around.
"You!" they both exclaimed in rage as they were face to face.
He laughed menacingly as he looked him down from head to toe. "An executive suit and your orange tinted sunglasses just don't match!"
Enraged, his eyes send him electric sparks. "Ha!"
Ignoring his irk, Jumonji continued laughing, his left arm supporting his hurting stomach.
Togano's spectacles suddenly gleamed as a thought came to mind. "Says the person who only wears yukatas."
Jumonji stopped laughing, now equally annoyed. "This is not a yukata dimwit! This is my Karate championship uniform and this black belt symbolizes my rank!"
"Same thing."
"Ha!" He screamed in outrage.
Togano undaunted screamed back, "Ha!"
In a flash they were forehead to forehead, pushing each other alternately.
"The fuck is your problem!" he added more force to his forehead push, making the other recline his back.
"You're the one who has problems you fucking retard!" the latter then pushed forward, changing their reclined positions.
"Me? Ha!"
They continued bumping their forehead together relentlessly until…
"…passengers of flight JAL 7640 and JAL 7641 please board your respectively planes now."
"Ha…" They hurriedly scampered apart and ran.
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Togano sighed in relief as he gave his boarding pass to the attendant.
"That damn Jumonji almost made me late for my flight." He murmured on his way to his seat.
He leisurely strolled to the cabin's first class seats as passengers continuously boarded the plane. He walked past another man in a suit who was standing with half of his body inclined forward, busily rummaging his carry on luggage, oblivious to the fact that any retard could easily shove his butt forward and he would go pummelling down into his luxurious seat face first.
"What an idiot."
His earlier assessment was right on the money. One mischievous boy purposely pushed his skateboard halfway through the poor man's path but Togano was fast enough to block the skateboard before it reached where the unsuspecting victim was. Being once a part of the defense line surely has its perks still.
He glared at the boy who seemed unfazed at being caught. "Nice try kid."
The boy's mother smiled apologetically then her eyes suddenly lit with recognition. "You're Mr. Togano, the famous mangaka! My oldest is a fan! Could you please sign this for him?" From her carry on bag, she took a copy of one of his famous football manga.
Feeling elated, he stepped away from the skateboard and reached out for the copy he eagerly signed. Unmindful that his butt bumped with the man he thought he saved.
"Uncles are dumb." The kid smiled secretly.
The supposed to be saved man dived in the center of his seat with all his weight plunging forward. His head crashed inside his carry on bag colliding with his PS Vita, the very object he was trying to find not a moment ago to play his newly developed sports game until some douchebag pushed him.
With a sore forehead, he pushed himself up and slapped the unsuspecting man's head hard, who was busy signing gods know what. The unsuspecting man's face was squashed flat with the hardcover of the book he was signing. His face steamed, "Why you!"
Togano swatted the man's face with the book he signed and added some more force once he recognized the culprit.
"Ha!"
He took his PS Vita and smashed it in Togano's head.
Togano, still with the book, slapped him twice with it.
An attentive male attendant came rushing, "Mr Kuroki… Mr. Togano… Please come back to your seats."
But neither of the two was backing down. They barked at each other while they alternately pushed the attendant as though they were passing a ball to each other.
Right then and there a man in his sports kimono with an emblem of the Japanese flag stood up and unabashedly smashed the two heads together.
Both men slid down the floor unconscious.
Another cabin crew came forward, "Are you alright Mr. Jumonji?"
"Ha."
He motioned for another crew cabin. "Take them to their seats and strap them."
"Yes Sir."
He went back to his seat and resumed his sleep which was cut short because of the noise.
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NATSUHIKO TAKI
The audience gasped in disbelief as the Japanese representative did a quadruple axel then a toe loop jump then another quadruple axel.
"Is he even human?!"
"Woah!"
"That was just amazing!"
At the end of his routine, the skating rink was filled by an unimaginable amount of flowers. The loud applause out thundered his beating heart.
He did his courtesy extravagantly, the tail of his blond long hair dangling from the side of his neck. "Thank you!" And he bowed again from his sides to the back then front again.
Once he had expressed his gratitude to the crowd, he did his signature twirl as he exited the rink. But as soon as he was out, an unknown assailant covered half of his upper body with a black garbage bag and carried him away.
The cameras and reporters waiting for him did not see what had transpired because it happened too fast for them to really notice.
PRESENT TIME
Mornings in San Francisco were always hectic as the habitual frenzy began. He could hear the assortment of noise created by the busy streets while he sipped his morning coffee and bit a mouthful of his cream cheese bagel. He moaned in delight despite the morning ruckus outside.
He was lost in contemplation of how relaxing it was to enjoy a morning breakfast in solitude when someone belatedly grabbed the bagel from his hand. He stood from his seat and in a blink of an eye his newly found love was back in his hand.
"Hush up man… this is not an american football ball that you have to protect or steal." He scratched his nose in complaint, unconsciously avoiding the white band aid at the bridge of his nose.
"Habit." The auburn haired man smiled sheepishly and took another mouthful of the scrumptious bagel.
Monta's stomach growled, "At least give me some of those."
Instead of handing him one, Sena handed him the phone. "Call room service."
Snapbacks covered their faces from being discovered while they lazily dozed off on the grass covered ground of the park. It was indeed a relaxing break from being professional players.
"Hey Monta, is it raining?" Sena lightly nudged his dozing teammate.
"Hmmm why?" his teammate stirred.
"I could feel splatters of water… eh why is it hot…" he wiped the patch of liquid from his shoulder, "… and slimy…"
He removed his cap from his face and shielded his eyes from the sun. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light then looked to his side. His hands automatically clamped on his gaping mouth to avoid screaming out loud and attracting attention. Force of habit made him ran without thinking.
"Hey Sena, I don't think it's… oh yes, you're right. I could feel the droplets of rain slide down my neck… but that's funny… the rain here is actually hot and…" He wiped the liquid from his neck and actually sampled the taste "… Eh, why does it taste disgusting? I though raindrops are tasteless. Hey Sena."
He sat up and was about to ask Sena to sample it too but he could not find him at his right. He looked to his left and came face to face with a stout, scary looking mutt that looked almost like the dog from hell except this one looked younger and bigger. It suddenly showed off its shiny white canines and growled. His feet suddenly moved on its own accord and ran as far as it could take him.
Monta felt like he was running for hours when saw a glimpse of Sena running at the corner with the same looking dog at his tail… only it was Cerberus, the flesh eating mutt who loves gnawing their legs. He shivered and yelped, "Owwwww!" The Cerberus look alike bit him.
His insides quivered. "Sssssssssssena wait for me!"
"Ahhhhh!" Sena, focused only on escaping, ran and ran until he heard a timer.
"Kekeke. Another record set."
He stopped and saw his old team captain and teammate holding a timer with his trusty old buddy at his shoulder.
He gulped then he heard three voices echo together.
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Can it you pieces of shit before I blow you away." The devil's AK-47 clicked.
Just then from the air, a big black garbage bag fell from the sky. It landed with a heavy thud.
"I, Natsuhiko Taki-sama is okay!" he pirouetted out of his concealment. "Is everyone here to congratulate me? Is this my surprise party?" he twirled excitedly.
He was ignored.
"Helppppppppp!" screamed Monta and glanced at the dog chasing him tirelessly.
Hiruma grew annoyed, "I'll just have to replace this damn monkey."
He reached out for his buddy when Monta's screaming stopped and he lay unconscious on the concrete.
"Oh, sorry." Big hands rubbed his fat stomach.
"About damn time."
A/N: Yes it has really been a long time and I update slower than a turtle but here I am! Hope you enjoyed this update!