I lean against the bar, trying not to watch the girls swoon over that fucking Kamamoto. But I can't drown out their obnoxious chatter.
"Oh Rikio, you're so nice!"
"Oh Rikio, you're so handsome!"
Ugh. It makes me sick.
Someone chuckles beside me. I glance over to see Totsuka-san watching the spectacle.
"What's so funny, Totsuka-san?" I ask.
"Girls. They don't realize that no matter what he looks like, he's still our Kamamoto."
"Yeah, still our fucking idiot." I snort.
Totsuka-san takes out his camera. "He looks so happy. I should definitely film this. Smile!"
I shoot a death glare at the camera.
"Aw Yata-chan, youre no fun!" He pointed the camera at the idiot. "And here we have Summer Kamamoto, surrounded by giggling girls."
"I think I'm going to be sick," I mutter, hopping off my stool.
"Me too," Bandou-chan says from next to me, also standing up now. I hadn't noticed him until now.
"I'm going out again. You coming?"
"Yata, you already went out today. It's getting late," Totsuaka says. "Do you want dinner first?"
I glance at Kamamoto. "No." I look back at Bandou. "Coming?" He nods. "Let's get out of here."
We walk down the street, wandering, with no purpose other than getting away from there. "Damn him, filling our home with stupid, fickle girls who only have eyes for him," I mutter angrily. "Damn him."
Bandou nods. "Luckily winter's coming soon."
"I can't wait until then, so wanna help me kill him?" I growl.
He looks at the cloudy sky. "Sure. Where should we hide his body?" He looks at me again.
"Hide it? Let's leave it out in the open to rot."
He sighs and takes his sunglasses off, wiping the lens on his sweatshirt. "Sounds good. How should we kill him?"
I grin. "Well, I've got a bat, so we could bash his head in?"
"You do realize that we can't actually kill him, right? He's still a member of HOMRA."
I glare at him. "So?"
"Just because he's annoying doesn't mean we can actually kill him. And Mikoto-san was the one to make him a member. Do you really want to kill one of the people Mikoto trusted with his power?"
Anger boils inside me. "He trusted that traitor. Yeah I want to kill someone he trusted with his power."
"Kamamoto hasn't done anything except be annoying. Fushimi betrayed us. You can kill him, but not our fatso."
"Whatever." I turn around and walk angrily back to the bar. Bandou walks behind me, slower. I slow down too. Neither of us really wants to go back there.
"Okay, so if killing's not an option, what about tying him up and locking him away somewhere until he gets his appetite back?" I suggest.
He considers it. "All right. Or we could just repeat last year's strategy."
"Ugh, too much work. Let's just tie him up."
We share a brief smile before walking back into the bar.
"Yata-chan! Bandou-san! Welcome back!" the idiot greets us.
We grumble a hello and sat back down in our usual seats.
"Got any rope?" I ask Bandou loudly, having to shout over the stupid girls' chatter.
He grins. "Got that bat?"