*Click* Goes a lock. A hands grabs the door handle and presses it down, pushing forward.
The door slowly opens to face a dark room. Yaki and Raph stepped inside before flicking a light switch.
-"Let there be light."
The room lit up, revealing a catastrophic mess scattered just about everywhere you looked. Dirty clothes, empty bottles, ash, cigarette butts, cocaine residue and a few stains from various bodily fluids. It looked like the epicenter of a self-destructive, chemically fueled tornado. The smell was even worse. Apart from smelling like stale booze and piss, the smell of trash rotting in the bin pierced their nostrils like an ice pick straight to the olfactory cortex.
-"It looks to me like Johnny did fuck-all. Christ, you sure there's not a dead body in here!? Several maybe!?" Yaki exclaimed, squeezing his nose shut and gasping for air from his mouth. Raph sighed, pulling out a pair of rubber gloves and a surgical mask from his coat.
-"Guess we'll find out." He shook his head, putting on the protective equipment and giving a pair of both to Yaki. Should've brought hazmat suits...
Yaki took off his coat and attached it to the coat hanger before rolling up his sleeves and taking a walk across the living room. More of the same, really, the only notable thing was a pair of boxers that was seemingly glued to the wall above the TV. He gave a brief look of disgust before turning his attention towards the pit in the middle of the living room, and the coffee table in the middle of it. The coffee table had bullets scattered around, some on the floor, along with a bottle of rum and a revolver. Yaki picked up the gun and opened the cylinder. One bullet, exactly one slot away from firing. He shuddered. The image before him triggering a memory of a time past.
-"Finally found ya, Texas Red!" Yaki hollered in a very, very exaggerated and quite possibly a bit racist southern accent. "You're comin' with me back to Arizona to answer for your crimes." He continued in the same god-awful accent, pulling on his bulletproof vest a bit.
A few meters away stood a small figure, shadowed by one of the shelves in the Okamigumi workshop. The figure slowly walked towards Yaki, each step met with a click of a metal spur. It was a child, around ten years old, wearing a bulletproof vest that was way too big for him, along with a cowboy hat and boots, which were likewise too big. Tied to his waist was a holster, holding a single action revolver. He stood about five meters away from Yaki, staring him down with a steely gaze.
-"Walk away Ranger. I've got nineteen notches on my six shooter already, don't make it twenty." The kid spoke, in a slightly less exaggerated yet far squeakier voice before spitting on the ground.
-"I'll say it again. You're comin' with me back to Arizona. I'd like to bring you in alive." Yaki replied, putting his hand on the brim of his cowboy hat. It was a cheap, plastic one, clearly belonging to a cowboy costume.
-"And if I don't?" Texas Red asked, moving his hands down towards his waist. Ya- I mean, the Arizona Ranger chuckled, before moving his hands down as well. He put his elbows down near his hips, showing his open hands towards Texas Red.
-"I'll settle for dead." The Arizona Ranger smiled, staring into his soul.
The two stared into each other's eyes. Texas Red's crooked brow opposed the ranger's relaxed, yet laser-like focused gaze. Every second felt like an eternity. Until...
*BANG*
*BANG*
In the blink of an eye, the Arizona Ranger drew his piece and shot Texas Red before he even cleared leather. The impact of the bullet resulted in Texas Red tensing up and firing his gun, the bullet landed in the wall off to the side.
-"OW! OWW! FUCK!" The child squealed in pain, dropping his gun and hunching forward, holding his stomach where the bullet hit. He was fine, the vest caught it. However the impact was quite painful. He fell to his knees and hissed in pain, sucking in some air through his teeth before letting out another groan.
-"You gotta be quicker than that! Come on, I wasn't even trying!" Yaki yelled, giving a slight chuckle and walking towards the kid. "You okay?"
-"Yeah... That wasn't fair though! Didn't we say we'd shoot when the clock chimed!?" Keanu cried out, still in pain. Yaki raised an eyebrow.
-"We did. So why'd you start drawing before me? And before the clock chimed?" Yaki questioned, prompting Keanu to smile.
-"I'm an outlaw! I don't follow the rules!" Keanu giggled, before sucking in some more air and exhaling. Yaki laughed out loud, picking up Keanu's gun off the floor and handing it back to him.
-"You and me both, kid. Don't drop your gun. Ever. If whoever you're fighting grabs it you're basically fucked." Yaki taught, opening the cylinder and centering the empty slot on the barrel, before closing it and handing it to Keanu. Keanu grabbed the gun and shoved it back in his holster.
-"Let's go again!" Keanu squealed in excitement. "I'll send you back to Arizona in a bag."
Yaki gave a smirk.
-"You can try."
Yaki walked back to the spot where he was standing, and got back in the same pose he was in before. Keanu stood up and cocked back the hammer on his pistol, this time keeping his hand slightly above the holster.
The two stared off yet again, and the clock chimed, prompting both of them to draw.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Keanu was once again back on the floor rolling in pain. Yaki leaned on the wall next to him, clutching his chest where he was shot. Keanu managed to get a few licks in this time, shooting him in the chest three times.
-"Good...good shot. Centre mass, as you ought to." Yaki barely grunted out, his breathing strained from the trauma.
The door to the workshop swung open, and Hager saw the scene in front of him. Yaki, wearing a vest, one hand clutching his chest and Keanu rolling on the floor groaning with a smoking gun in his hand. He gave them both a look of disbelief.
-"What the fuck are you doing!?" Hager screamed in horror, running towards Keanu. He knelt down next to the kid and lifted his head off the ground, checking for injuries.
-"Playing cowboys..." Keanu groaned, before looking into Hager's horrified eyes and giving him a slight tip of the hat. Hager quickly started ripping the vest off Keanu and lifted his shirt. His torso was covered in a few purple bruises from the impact of the bullets. He ran his fingers over one of the bruises, prompting Keanu to wince in pain.
-"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!?" Hager screamed, yet again, this time directed only at Yaki.
-"We're shooting .22s! He'll be fine!" Yaki yelled back, out of breath and feeling a solid 6 on the pain scale.
-"Maniacs... all of you. Come on Keanu, we gotta take you to Gouhin's." Hager growled, helping Keanu stand on his feet.
-"Panda!" Keanu cheered, as much as he could with the pain of several .22 bruises interrupting him..
Hager slowly led Keanu towards the door, and when they were about to pass Yaki...
*BANG*
Keanu shot him once again, taking him by surprise. This time he got him in the kidney area, still protected by the vest.
Yaki howled in pain, slamming against the wall before starting to laugh, sliding down.
Hager quickly took the gun from Keanu's hand and threw it away, before giving a firm smack to the back of his head.
The wolves kept cleaning. Raph grabbed a laundry basket and started collecting every single dirty piece of clothing he saw. Most were just discarded somewhere on the floor or the furniture, some had to be scraped off. Socks were the worst, as you could imagine. A pair or two could shatter like a dinner plate if you were to drop them. Yaki grabbed a vacuum and started going across every surface, collecting every morsel of dirt, dust, grime, bits of weed, coke residue and god knows what else. Raph's journey in collecting all of Keanu's clothing eventually led him to the master bedroom. He opened the door and flicked on the light switch. The bed was a mess, dirty stained sheets and all. What caught his eye however was how the pillows were laid out. Two pillows were laid out in such a way that one person was sleeping there, one pillow under his head, and the other seemingly used for hugging while he slept. Distinct claw marks were visible on the hugging pillow. Raph looked at the scene with a certain bitterness on his face. He continued collecting various articles of clothing, noticing a far larger amount of panties and bras concentrated in the room relative to the rest of the apartment. Seven pairs, Each in a different color. Like a rainbow of pussy. He went inside the bathroom to the washing machine before tossing everything inside and letting it wash. He returned to the kitchen to start cleaning the surfaces there. He grabbed a sponge and some disinfectant and got to work.
-"Good news is he's getting laid." Raph commented while scrubbing the kitchen counter. Yaki was finished with vacuuming and was currently picking up larger pieces of trash and throwing them in a trash bag.
-"If he's like this even with female company I dread to see the day when his balls get dry." Yaki quickly fired back, prompting both of them to chuckle.
"Why doesn't he just get a maid. Or hell, a girlfriend. That way we wouldn't be here doing his fucking laundry and washing the dishes."
-"A maid wouldn't last a week, with the guns, drugs and debauchery. As for a girl..." Raph pondered, stopping his rigorous scrubbing session for just a moment.
"Whatever happened with that girl... Sayo-no... Sa... Seiko! Yeah, her."
-"I dunno. It's a shame, too she was pretty nice." Yaki shrugged.
-"Couldn't have been that nice. Remember some time back? Pictures of 'em everywhere you looked. What about now? Did you see even one?" Raph inquired, resuming his scrub-a-thon against the grimy kitchen counter.
-"Nope. He kept the frame though." Yaki pointed at an empty wooden engraved picture frame next to the TV. Raph gave it a good look.
-"It is a nice frame" Raph nodded, pouting his lips.
-"Alright I'm just about done here... I'm gonna go through the stashes." Yaki finished, tying up the garbage bag and throwing it near the front door.
-"Take the guns, burn the drugs and leave the money." Raph shouted from the kitchen, intently focused on one very resilient stain.
-"Uh huh!" Yaki yelled from the bedroom. A few moments of silence passed.
"Oh!" Yaki yelled once again before walking back to the living room.
"Check it out! Wild Kick! TWENTY-THREE FUCKING VOLUMES!" He shouted, holding up a pile of porn magazines.
-"What a collector. I still got one or two of those from back in the day." Raph remarked.
-"At least there's variety here... Canines, vulpines, equines, lizards...? Oh, and there's the gay ones..." Yaki's smile slowly faded as he sifted through the stack of magazines.
-"Variety's the spice of life ain't it?" Raph replied, still fighting with the very same stain. He took off one of his gloves and started scratching it with his nail. "You don't eat the same meal every day do you? It'd get boring fast."
-"Yeah well I like my meals the same way I like my coffee. Without a dick." Yaki cut back, throwing the magazines on the floor. "What do I do with these anyway?"
-"Put 'em back where you found 'em. Preferably as they were. I can't imagine he'll be happy to find out you touched his porn."
-"Right..." Yaki confirmed, picking up the stack and walking back to the bedroom.
Time passed. The wolves both met at the front door. Raph held several bags of trash in his hands and Yaki held a single duffel bag, along with a grocery store bag.
-"You sure we got everything?" Raph questioned.
-"A shotgun, four pistols, a revolver and an uzi, along with all the ammo I could find." Yaki listed, holding up the duffel bag.
"About five or so lil' 3.5 bags, and the big 50g one. Some weed and a few mushrooms." He listed yet again, this time showing off the grocery store bag.
-"Good, I swear he's not gonna get so much as an aspirin from me again." Raph cut back.
-"I'm gonna take a bag or two. It'd be a waste to throw it away..." Yaki mumbled, rummaging around the plastic bag before shoving an unspecified amount of packs into his pant pocket.
-"I'm not looking:" Raph responded.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Raph and Yaki gave each other a look, before Yaki gave a nod. Raph's hand reached for the doorknob, and Yaki's hand reached for the gun tucked in his holster, hidden by his jacket. His finger itched to touch the plastic trigger, or rather itched to send someone to oblivion. The door handle was squeezed, fulfilling its purpose in pulling in the bolt keeping the door closed. Raph opened the door.
In front of him stood a tall canine with short white fur, wearing a tracksuit. Raph scanned him up and down, prompting the canine to widen his eyes in surprise.
-"Uhh. Hi?" Legoshi greeted, not expecting to see anyone other than Keanu.
-"Hi." Raph greeted back, with a smile on his face. It wasn't genuine. "Can I help you?"
-"I'm looking for Keanu... Is he home?" Legoshi asked. Raph turned around to look at Yaki, who remained hidden behind the door. Raph shook his head slightly at him, signaling that lethal force was not necessary. Yaki rolled his eyes and took his hand off his gun.
-"Aren't we all? We couldn't find him here, unfortunately. I think he's gone on vacation." Raph explained. Legoshi could tell something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
-"Umm. Okay?" Legoshi replied to the hastily thought up excuse he was presented with. He continued to look directly at Raph, prompting him to break the awkward silence.
-"Are you a... friend?" Raph asked.
-"I'm not sure. And you are?" Legoshi asked back. Yaki swung the door open, impatiently.
-"We're two gay maids, and we're leaving. Come back some other time." Yaki barked, pushing Legoshi aside and walking out. Raph shrugged and closed the door behind him before locking it.
-"Have a nice day!" Raph spoke, giving Legoshi a nod before following Yaki to the elevator. As they stepped inside they turned back towards Legoshi, who was looking right at them. The elevator doors closed, and Legoshi disappeared from their sight.