Title: 20 Ways To Kill Taki Aizawa
Author: AkiyaRae
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation they are Maki's characters
WARNINGS: Death of character Taki many times over, short chapters, could be bad English/grammar shouldn't be bad spelling though, NO FLAMES please, concrit welcome though please keep in mind this is just joking around and isn't a serious fic and I think that's about it except
there may be some graphic death scenes.
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Death Three
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"Oi Taki!" A voice called out to the lifeless looking body. Taki's eyes opened. He didn't dare open his eyes for fear of actually being dead. Maakun, the blonde guitarist for Taki's band stood over his band mate. Maakun nudged Taki's body with his foot.
"Earth to Taki Aizawa!" He called. Taki finally lifted his head and looked at his friend.
"I'm not dead…" Taki's voice was drawn out. Maakun didn't bother to fight the urge to give the vocalist a look that said 'you're an idiot.'
"Ken wants ice cream." Maakun informed the dark haired man. He couldn't even be bothered asking why the other was on the floor. All he knew was his other band mate wanted ice cream and there was currently and ice cream truck travelling outside NG.
Taki stood up. He knew he should be worrying about the fact that he was still alive but when it came to ice cream he didn't care what shape his health was in. As if on cue Ken poked his head in the door.
"HEYYYYYYYY!!!!" He whined like a petulant child. "I WANT ICE CREAM!!" Taki nodded and agreed. Maakun sighed as he watched the keyboardist and vocalist race down the halls of NG and out toward the ice cream truck.
The blonde had just exited NG when he heard the scream. His head snapped up just in time to watch the ice cream truck run over Taki. He went to run forward to try and save his friend but was stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the ice cream truck with wide eyes.
The big tyres were being driven back and forth over Taki's body. Maakun felt the sudden urge to empty the contents of his stomach as he watched his band mate be crushed to a pulp.
After what seemed like hours but was only two minutes the truck halted. The door of the truck creaked open and a hyper, purple haired keyboardist of Nittle Grasper hopped out.
"HII!" She greeted the now cheering crowd. "I'm hyper little Nori, pleased to meet you!" She then walked to the decimated body of Taki that was currently oozing blood from it's remains. "AND THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR PICKING ON SHUICHI!!!" She screamed kicking what was left of his body.
"EWWWWWWW!!!" She screamed before running inside. "MY BEST SHOES!!!" Maakun fainted. His best friend was dead and everyone was happy…what was this world coming too?
A/N: yeah I don't care that ice cream trucks might not go into Tokyo…they do now! It's comedy fic so laugh it up and I hope you stick with me to the end. I promise good deaths!!!