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Way # Two: Drink all of his soda and then blame it on Jirou.
Outside it was absolutely miserable. Freezing rain came down in torrents, soaking the special-zone; harsh winds whipped around, causing those unfortunate enough to be outside to stumble about haphazardly. People happily stayed inside, watching TV, reading and drinking warm comforting beverages.
Meanwhile, underground in a specially designed room built by a construction company owned by Cain Warlock and financed by Zelman Clock. It had taken seven years to complete, cost two billion dollars, and was exactly sixteen square miles. The room in question was a beach; a beach with specially designed lights to give one the same UV rays as the sun, but not harm the black-bloods whose bloodline was affected by sunlight. Basically they were gigantic tanning light. It was open to both red and black bloods, and owned by the master of the darkness himself Zelman Clock, who on this particularly horrid Saturday the scarlet-eyed murderer had accompanied several other members of his coven to his beach.
Of notable mention there was Zelman's new self-proclaimed right hand man, whose name might started with a 'J'; the black blood was talking to one of the maids. Then on the blanket beside him, lying on her stomach reading a book was Sayuka. Zelman's personal assistant/one who ran the coven because Zelman cannot be bothered to do anything was decked out in a black bikini, wearing sunglasses and tight shorts that…
"Zelman-san!"
The cry stopped Zelman from continuing to examine Sayuka's clothing choice and instead look up. Kotaro was running across the sand toward him, waving wildly. Zelman waved back, looking past Kotaro in search of the boys usual companions; the compromiser following after Kotaro accompanied by a woman, whose black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. The silver-blade was further back, arguing with Cain.
"Yo," said Zelman, as Kotaro flopped down on the blanket beside him.
"Isn't the beach pretty," said Kotaro. "And this one is super nice because Aniki can come too. Zelman-san, does sunlight bother you?"
"It gives me a headache," said Zelman, shrugging. "That is all."
"Aniki starts smoking, and he gets really sleepy. What about water? Water hurts Aniki. Whenever he does something bad Mimi-chan pours water on him."
Zelman laughed, shaking his head, "That girl is bizarre."
"Mimi-chan is super nice," said Kotaro, happily, rocking back and forth on his heels. "I wonder if Mimi-chan will go swimming with me."
Kotaro got up and ran over to the compromiser. Zelman's attention was directed back Sayuka, who was still absorbed in her book. "Sayuka," Zelman whispered the girls name in her hear, and was awarded the delight of her face turning a deep-red color. "Go get me ice-cream."
"Y-Yes Sir," Sayuka whimpered, getting up, walking ten paces away, realizing she did have, and returning to retrieve the papers from her wallet. "Forget something, Sayuka?" Zelman asked.
"Money," was one word reply.
Zelman handed her the bills, smiling at Sayuka's look of barely controlled fury at herself.
"Thank you Zelman-sama."
Sayuka turned and headed for the ice-cream stand once more. Zelman settled down on the blanket, his eyes resting on Sayuka's curvy figure, and perfectly formed rear encased in tight blue jean shorts. Then bizarre yet strangely familiar girl who ran up to him, interrupting Zelman's ass watching; upon closer inspection Zelman recognized she was the girl who stole his pack of cigarettes, three days ago.
The girl was a little plump with dirty-blonde hair, intense dark eyes that gave her a slightly deranged look, laughing uncontrollably. Before he could say a word -or light her on fire- the deranged looking girl turned and ran. Zelman shook his head, and rolled onto his back feeling bored.
He was still bored when Sayuka returned with his ice-cream –soft twist- which she handed to him, and one of her own. "I will pay you back," said Sayuka, licking her treat and going back to her book.
Zelman looked around the beach, still feeling bored only now he was bored with ice-cream, which was better. The silver-blade had been approached by members of the coven. Sei and Kotaro were building a sand-castle, and Cain was standing by glaring at anyone who got within ten of the Lord Dragon and the Lord Sage. The compromiser and the black-haired woman were swimming. Zelman rose to his feet, stretched, and ran over to Jirou and the coven members; his arrival causing several of them to fall over.
"Zelman-sama," said Zelman's self-proclaimed right hand man, in a very formal and polite voice. "We were just asking the Silver-Blade if he would like to join us in a game of football. Would you also like to play?"
Zelman grinned, and draped an arm over Jirou's shoulder, causing the younger black-blood to stiffen slightly, and give Zelman a perplexed look. It also forced him to bend over slightly. "We would; the two of us against you."
Zelman's terms were accepted, probably because everyone was too scared to disagree. The game lasted thirty minutes, during which time Zelman and Jirou dominated, conquered, and beat the opposing team so badly that the finale score could not be revealed due to its nature to cause the losing team to fall over dead from embarrassment. Feeling particularly arrogant –nothing like pummeling one's minions into the ground during a friendly game of football to induce pride- Zelman looked around the beach.
Sayuka was walking down the beach, collecting shells. Mimiko and the black-haired woman were building a sand-castle. Sei and Kotaro were running along the dock, followed by a harried looking Cain, who was having a panic-attack every time Sei got too close to the water. Two human women, standing a little ways away, murmured about Cain's actions.
"So sweet, to see such a caring father."
"Poor man, I believe the black-haired boy is blind."
Zelman leapt back over to his blanket, and upon arrival found his cooler on its side, with empty soda cans all over the blanket and leading to the bizarre girl who'd stolen his pack of cigarettes and hand now possibly drank all of his cola… and was now throwing up; nasty side-effect of drinking twenty liters of soda in a short amount of time.
"You drank all of Zelman-san's soda cola," said Kotaro. Zelman glanced behind him, and found Kotaro, Sei and Cain standing behind and in Kotaro's case beside him. "That wasn't very nice."
"No I didn't," said the bizarre girl. "Jirou did."
"What? Aniki..." Kotaro whipped around to glare at Jirou, who was glaring at the bizarre girl. "That wasn't nice."
Cain slapped himself in the forehead. Zelman laughed at the boy's naivety. Sei patted Kotaro's shoulder, "She is not telling the…"
Before Sei could finish Jirou tackled the bizarre girl –who luckily for Jirou was no longer vomiting- to the ground.
"Leave me out of this."
The girl ran for it, Jirou chasing after her demanding she tell everyone the truth. Zelman glanced around him; Sayuka had also returned and was picking up the empty cola cans, Sei was helping her. Kotaro was examining the shells Sayuka had found with rapt interest.
"I'll get you another cola," said Sayuka, as she placed what was left of the cola cans into the cooler which had been placed upright. Sayuka walked away; Se sat down beside Kotaro.
"Cain-kun," said Zelman, gesturing to the half0way digested hot dog, mixed with twenty liters of cola. "Clean that up."
On that note, Zelman turned and followed after Sayuka toward the concession stand.
The "football" Zelman and Jirou played is actually soccer. Yeah, in Japan -and a few other countries- soccer is called football. It makes sense, I think. So yeah, I need a favor. Mhmm. Click on that little button and give me a few seconds of your time in which to tell me what you thought of this story. This chapter. What's working? What's not working?