Well here we are again. It's always such a pleasure. Remember when you tried to ki- oh wait. Wrong story. Might as well try and make this fun...FIRST PERSON WHO GOT THE REFERENCE WILL GET A SHOUTOUT. Anyway, contrary to what I just wrote, my days have been spent doing school, yep, exciting I know. My birthday came and went within the last week so hella ya. I felt guilty as shit for not updating for SO. FREAKIN. LONGGGG. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry; I've left you all deprived of le story ;w; FORGIVEEE MEEEE *is on hands and knees* and no, I will not do what you're thinking sicko *cough* Anyway, I hope everyone had a merry holidays. 2014 IS HERE BITCHES YAAAAA! Great way to make new beginnings, friends, and fanfiction alike. I hope you all partied hard. Christmas was good to, my cat spent her days under my tree being the fatass she is :D GO PRINCESS~! BUT, the thing I cherished the most was the time I spent with my family (as everyone should). Now that all that catching-up is done, ON WITH THE STORY!
-4:11 AM-
After pulling up the statement and patching up the entrance by moving a vending machine nearby (thanks to Subaru's great strength) they managed to make a speedy escape from the scene.
"Hey, Natsume?" Subaru eventually spoke up, gazing out of the window.
"Ya?"
Subaru hesitated as he sought to find the right words, "How much do you think that vending machine we moved cost?"
Natsume brushed it off as if it was nothing, for good reason too, considering all that they've been through that night, "Well I mean we just moved it we didn't break it or anything, so I think we'll be fine."
"If you say so..."
"Hey, Subaru mind lighting me a cig? I need something to calm the nerves..."
"Sure bro." Subaru rustled through the glove compartment and found the pack, glancing up at his brother as he took one out. He hadn't noticed it before, but his brother looked like he had been through hell and back. Natsume's hair was a tousled mess, worse than the bedhead they had seen when the group first came to see the orange-head. His green bathrobe was torn and his body was littered with bruises; his chest still heaving from the adrenaline filled day they had.
His mere appearance made Subaru question his own.
With nothing else better to do, Subaru looked over the statement. "Check this out Natsume."
Natsume just kept his eyes on the road, "Just read it to me."
The athlete hesitated for a moment but read aloud anyway, "Transaction time: 3:03 A.M. Transaction: Order of large bean burrito with a side of chips and salsa Total Debit: 511 ye- Ow!"
Subaru was cut off as Natsume slammed his foot heavily on the breaks, causing Subaru to smack his face against the dashboard, a look that mixed both confusion and horror on the orange-haired mans face, "What in the hell is he thinking?"
Once Subaru had managed to regain himself from the pain he spoke, "Uh um I don't know bro, but it looks like this guy wanted some Mexican food."
Natsume just kept his face on the wheel as the car just sat in the middle of the street (not like anyone was out at that time anyway) just wasting gas, "I'm done. I'm so done right now."
"Now come on Natsume," Subaru didn't know what to do in this sort of situation and just awkwardly sat there while hovering a hand over Natsume's shoulder, "This narrows the search down a lot, I mean hell, this is Japan; how many Mexican restaurants do you know even exist in this town?"
"That's not what I'm worried about." Natsume's muffled voice sounded from the steering wheel, "I know what it is, it's just the fact that it's that ungodly place."
Subaru suddenly felt like he got hit in the face by a brick with realization, "Y-you couldn't mean... the fluorescent underworld where mexican fast food is now served as a daily breakfast option?" His voice filled with terror as he said this.
Orange hair rose, as cold amethyst eyes moved up to stare blankly into Subaru's own, "Oh, I mean it."
"Welcome to Taco Bell sir, may I take your order?"
"Yes, I'd like a grande taco grande with a side of jali- ow!" Hikaru was about to order but was promptly smacked on the head by Ukyo.
"We're not here to order." The glasses-rimmed blond called into the speaker, "We have some questions we'd like to ask you about previous customer's from the last hour."
After Natsume and Subaru's minor freakout against the Mexican fast-food chain, a heavily hyperventilated-filled call was made to the remaining brothers who were messing around in Natsume's apartment, using a payphone to connect to the phone charged by a hand crank charger that the orange haired man had luckily kept in case of emergency; Tsubaki recording the whole conversation for future blackmail later on. Then from that, the brothers had to draw straws to see who could actually go to Taco Bell, playing it safe so that of the eight in the apartment currently, two would stay behind and be ready and waiting if need be while the six that could fit into one of the two vehicles would go to the scene. Masaomi and Tsubaki were to stay behind.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not obligated to disclose that information."
"Yes well it's for a good re-" Ukyo was cut off as he was shoved aside as Yusuke leaned his head out the drivers side.
"Now listen here buddy, I don't wanna hear jack SHIT coming from your sorry ass. Ok? We've been through a fucking lot already tonight, and we don't have time to deal with your whole 'I'm just following the rules cause it's my job' bullshit."
Yusuke paused as he rustled to the back compartment of the car and produced his baseball bat, taking his time to carefully and lightly tap the intercom he was speaking into, "You hear that? That's the sound of this baseball bat breaking the glass of your window and beating you senseless. That is of course, if you are willing to cooperate."
"Excuse me sir, but what you are implying would be a form of assault."
"You sure as hell know it Sherlock, did you need Watson to help you figure that one out?" Yusuke hissed back.
"Yusuke, sit down and stop talking." Ukyo growled from behind where his body was pinned to the drivers seat with Yusuke's leaning out the window.
"I'm just giving a him friendly reminder, big bro," Yusuke answered, turning his head back to the intercom, "After all, if he doesn't want a baseball bat and my foot shoved up his ass, he'll give us what we need."
Hikaru's face scrunched up as he imagined the pain of such an action, but his ever wandering mind was still focused on his intense need for something to eat.
"Cashier!" Hikaru called back from inside, "Did you get my order?"
"Um, yes." the cashier replied, sounding confused and unsure with the number of voices speaking and arguing at once, Yusuke and Ukyo's argument reaching it's forte with Ukyo threatening to kick Yusuke's sorry punk ass out of the vehicle if he didn't stop acting like a hooligan, "I have an order for a grande taco grande with a side of jalapeños. Is that all for the order?"
"And then you'll have to WALK home!" The blonde lectured the boy, who by this point had retreated to his original back seat, crossing his arms and ignoring his lecturer, acting like the rebellious teenager he was.
"I wouldn't mind some cheese quesadillas." Kaname spoke up from where he rode shotgun with Fuuto snorting from the middle back seat, "That type of food has way too many calories for my refined tastes..."
"We are NOT here to order food." Ukyo had to remind his brothers, "We're here to inquire information regarding a suspect that had stopped by here with a stolen debit card."
"I have an order," Yusuke suddenly spoke up again, "How about an order of whoop ass with a side of pain?"
The boy was clearly frustrated and bothered by how this conversation seemed to just keep going in circles, "I mean SHIT guys! This guy is obviously not willing to give us the info we need. So either a.) we beat the information out or b.) we fucking leave. Let's make a freakin' decision so we can hurry this shit up."
"You're constant screaming isn't helping the situation." Iorri had finally let his demonic presence known, with everyone somehow missing the fact that the boy had even came along.
"He's got a point Yusuke," Fuuto's douchebag voiced, "Maybe if you stopped threatening the guy, he'd actually talk to us."
Yusuke snorted, "Oh ya? And what about you Mr. Hotshot pop wannabe, you got a better plan? Oh wait, let me guess, you're gonna pay him off."
"Well what's so wrong about using the gifts God gave this earth?" Fuuto responded with a cheeky grin, "Besides, everyone knows and adores me."
"I'm pretty damn sure that only works with pubescent teenage girls."
"Well you might have a point," Fuuto nudged his arms up and met Yusuke's eyes with a devious smile, "My charms seem to just weasel their way right into the heart of every woman. Ema is a prime example."
And with the speed of a fat kid receiving chocolate, Yusuke's fist connected with Fuuto's most prized possession; his face.
Oh SHIT! Haha I love fucking with Fuuto :P he's just the easiest to torment. And yes, grande taco grande's exist. Order them at your local Taco Bell today! (I don't own Taco Bell btw) :D Sorry if any of the characters seemed a little OOC in this chapter, it's kind of hard to write being on the long unexpected hiatus as I was. But luckily, my brain seems to have conjured up some more jokes and future settings for this story to move, so yay! *confetti and balloons and other colorful shit drop from the ceiling* Hmmm I'm thinking of adding a chapter to show what the brothers did when they were chillin in Natsume's apartment (aka tearing shit up). If you guy's have any ideas, feel free to share them in a review or PM. Chapter 8 is halfway written and I hope to have it up by Saturday or Sundayish (don't want to make anymore empty promises ;w;)
Once again, I sincerely apologize for not updating this story in like what *looks at calendar* oh shit fivish months. Wellll this is awkward. So uh... I'm gonna go and ya. Haha thanks for reading and favorite, follow and review! Byesss~