Yoshiki's Picnic - 17

Part seventeen - Oburaien The Great

Though Rolly was already wise to Sugizio's malicious tendencies, the others seemed to think that he had rescued them from the possessed fangirl. That he had knocked her out with her own camera did not seem to bother the j-rockers and only Rolly seemed perturbed by this violent treatment of the fat, white girl.

Even if Rolly hated fangirls, which he did, and even though he didn't actually see very many, and he did not, he still thought that Sugizio had taken it too far, as Sugizio so often did. Rolly's mind swirled inside his brain as thoughts of Sugizio's violent urges flashed like images of the day at the local swimming pool in a family slideshow. Only, the happy swimmers were unhappy people being abused and harmed, and the friendly lifeguard was really a cruel Sugizio slowly devouring them mercilessly like a hungry shark, and it was not a pool they were swimming in, but a sea of blood, red with gore. And they were not paddling happily, but were waving their arms, screaming for help that would never come because anyone who would try to help would only become one of the unhappy people being devoured, because that was how Sugizio ran things. No one was powerful enough to oppose the dementedly strapping Sugizio. No one, Rolly thought. Not even Rolly. Almost, but not quite. Rolly would not be able to oppose Sugizio alone. He just couldn't do it. Trying to defeat him alone would surely be suicide. It would not be easy, or possible, for Rolly to do it by himself. Er könnte nicht es allein machen. It just would not be a good idea. He would not try to fight him, because he wasn't strong enough. He simply wasn't.

As Rolly's mind fumed at his weakness, Sugizio was turning his disturbing powers onto the unsuspecting campers. Though the blood in his brain was black with dark abilities, the picnickers saw only a friendly, dark, masked man who was kind enough to save them from the assault of a fangal. That sure was nice of him to help us like that, Yoshiki thought, moving away from Gackt and going to sit back where he had been sitting before he had had to have the fangirl distracted so Sugizo would have the chance to get help. Ah, Sugizo, where did he go... I hope he's not still out there trying to get help. We're so lucky this Sugizio guy came right after Sugizo ran off. Yoshiki thought to himself. Wait... he paused. If Sugizo left and then Sugizio showed up right after... He gasped. No, it couldn't possibly be... Could it? I mean...he left in such a hurry...Oh, of course! He must be! It's so obvious...I should just ask him... Yes, that's right, I'll just come right out and ask him. Yoshiki nodded and balled his hands into fists and looked over to the ever-mysterious Sugizio.

"Sugizio-san..." Yoshiki stated hesitantly.

"What," Sugizio said in a most uninterested manner, looking over to Yoshiki with very bored eyes.

"Could it be... I mean, are you...?" Yoshiki started to say, uncertainly.

"Am I what? What the hell do you want?" Sugizio said, narrowing his eyes at the Yoshiki.

"Well...Is it that....Did Sugizo send you to help us?" Yoshiki said, pointing his finger into the air.

"Who the fuck is that?! No one sends me anywhere, you little scumbucket," Sugizio growled, kicking dirt up at Yoshiki's face. Yoshiki threw his arms up to his face and accidentally poked himself in the eye, saying, "Oh." As Yoshiki winked at Sugizio, he asked him if he would like something to drink. Sugizio replied that he did not and stated that Yoshiki should do something very rude with his picnic basket. Yoshiki declined the offer and asked the others if they would enjoy a refill of their beverages. The others said that they agreed with Sugizio and went on with their picnic.

This irritated Sugizio, who found boring social outings to be very irritating. He decided in a very evil way that he would stir up this boring gathering of j-rockers. He would have stood up, but he happened to not have taken a seat, and was therefore already standing at this time. He looked around at the pathetic nimrods and his demonic eyes instantly fell upon Mana who was precociously sipping from a tea cup with his pinky sticking out. His eyes then lowered and the image of Mana's peculiar bench was sent to his brain via his eyes, where his fiendish mind processed it at an almost amazing speed so that it was like he was looking right at the bench. He stared the bench in its eyes and glared at it as though it were a living being-thing. Like a picnic basket he had previously assaulted, this bench seemed to shake and shiver like a couple of swing dancers on a first date. Under his intensely malicious glare the bench even began to sweat droplets of hot fear.

Mana was disturbed from his careful drinking habits by a peculiar sensation that seemed to be his bench shivering and shaking. He was, of course, at first irritated by this, as Mana didn't like anyone doing anything at all unless he had told them do to it, but he began to find it rather pleasing and allowed it to continue. He looked down at his bench to see it sweating droplets of hot fear and wondered what the bench was thinking about. He was confident that the bench was worried about what would happen when it went home with its sitter and this pleased Mana even more, who liked his benches to be sitter-fearing.

Sugizio was getting sick of how boring this whole few minutes had been and was ready to spice things up, even though knocking out a fat anime-crazed fanatic had not been enough to spice anything up really, only Sugizio knew how to throw a Sugizio party and so he was ready to throw this one, even if no one had brought his favorite snack, but he wouldn't mind snacking on the minds of pathetic mortals for today.

He laughed very loudly suddenly out loud, and this startled the picnickers who were used to reasonably quiet surroundings, despite Gackt's non-stop going and that member of that one band saying irritating things all the time, and Mana blabbering on about whatever it is Mana talks about, and of course Hyde, whose voice simply sparkled as it erupted from his beautiful mouth that was filled with shining teeth and framed with a charming smile, so no one really minded when he opened it, even though he didn't say things very often, so he didn't really counterattack the j-rocking picnic's rather quiet and subdued feeling after all. And indeed at this time Hyde did indeed not say anything at all, despite the fact that it would have been something smart and to the point if he had uttered even a single bewitching word from those limitless lips of his. But as Sugizio laughed he also began to run, and while he was running he faced himself in the direction of Mana and his bench, so that he was running toward them in a way. He did run toward them now and Mana looked somewhat surprised but couldn't imagine a person trying to assault THE Mana in any way and therefore remained calmly on his bench. As a result, he too was kicked ten feet into the air when Sugizio's unwavering foot of steel collided with the bench's blubbery stomach which was then sent flying into the air with the rest of the bench's anatomy and Mana.

The bench and Mana spun in circles in the air a few times because Sugizio had kicked them with such amazing force before they began to fall to the air at the speed of gravity. The bench clattered to the ground with a loud clattering sound, one of its legs breaking off and flying through the air only to land sadly in the grass beside miyavi's stagnant form, like a discarded limb. Mana fared no better when his head smacked straight into a molehill, his body soon falling to the ground after him. The picnickers gasped with surprise then began to chuckle at the comedic turn the picnic seemed to have taken.

Having had no time to realize what was going on while he was flying through the air, Mana was now forced to process the previous happenings and after he was finished he became very angry that this man would come in and do such a thing to this Mana: the very Mana of all the world! He furiously pulled his head from the dirt-infested molehill and straightened his wig, turning to stare Sugizio down.

Sugizio did not look intimidated and his cape fluttered quietly in the wind, lending him a sort of mystique. Mana however was not glamourized by a cape. It took much more than a cape to charm Mana and he was not happy at this moment. Sugizio smirked evilly and turned his face up to the sky, looking down his nose at Mana, which Mana found very condescending and was further insulted. He had had enough of this peculiar stranger that had showed up strangely and dangerously. He was simply beyond fury now and was ready for his revenge. No one hurt, injured, dirtied, humiliated, or kicked Mana! He would show this masked man just who was boss when it came to j-rock get-togethers.

Mana more-than-furiously ripped open his pantsuit top to reveal a dangerously leather bodice. It was adorned with all sorts of gadgets and straps and buckles. It was enough to frighten any god-fearing man, but Sugizio simply hooked his thumbs on his belt and did an amazingly cool and collected pose, which consisted of a slight slant of the hips and a gentle bend in his back. Mana was not currently intimidated by this staggeringly stylish and aloof gesture, and pulled his pantsuit top completely off.

"Ha! What are you going to do? Gay me to death?" Sugizio asked, the epitome of wickedness in all senses of the word.

Mana growled with an animal flair and threw his hands over his shoulders to his back where he grasped something. He then pulled this something out of whatever was keeping it behind him, and swirled it to his front, which revealed two five-footed long slender black whips. The on-lookers clapped at this revelation and ooh-ed a little, quietly. Only two people were not impressed, and only one was slightly concerned.

Sugizio simply grinned and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with ease and non-chalance, beginning to smoke most stylishly. "So you ARE going to try and gay me to death. But I might just die of amusement before you even reach me," he laughed, blowing smoke in the nearest person's face.

Mana scowled and thrashed the whips menacingly, causing them to produce the trademarked whip noise that everyone knows so well.

"Wait! You mustn't do this! You don't understand, you fool! He'll kill you!" Rolly said. But he did not say it, he was merely thinking this. He decided not to say it because he didn't really like Mana very much and didn't mind if he was violently assaulted after all. And he therefore kept quiet, leaving Mana feeling confident as usual, not that it would have been any different had Rolly said something, because Mana is a pompous idiot, one might say.

The time for action was now and Mana continued to slap his whips, but it failed to frighten Sugizio who was simply too fearsome to be fearful, he could only be feared. Mana then decided it was time he made an example of this strange stranger. He bolted into movement and began to run at the man, not even stopping to nail his bench's leg back on.

When Mana reached the imposing Sugizio, he whipped his whips at him with surprising speed, revealing his agility and his affinity with whips, but not-so-sadly no amount of speed would be fast enough, for Sugizio was faster than speed itself. He dodged the whips with such incredible speed it was as though he had not moved an inch, or perhaps he hadn't and Mana's aim with the whips wasn't as good as originally thought. Yoshiki could not tell which was the case, but decided that either was impressive of Sugizio.

Sugizio remained to seem perfectly still and Mana whipped at him. The masked mystery seemed bored and inhaled deeply on his cigarette, blowing smoke in Mana's face, paying no regard to the rules of battle. As Mana whipped at him furiously, Sugizio removed his cigarette and pressed it into Mana's forehead, leaving a round and circular burn in the shape of a circle on his skin. Mana screamed with rage, as he had mistakenly thought his face was beautiful. He whipped with more gusto now, and had the air been cream, it would now be a thick and curdled butter, but it was merely air and Sugizio still remained uncurdled and his texture continued to be smooth and creamy.

The demon with a cape had been enjoying this so far, but he now found himself growing bored with this ridiculous figure whose whipping seemed retarded by bad aim. He'd finished his cigarette now and needed to find something new to destroy. With a smirk, he slid easily to the side of his opponent (Mana), punching him in the head. Though a normal punch from Sugizio would have shattered Mana's skull and exploded his brain, Sugizio was merely beginning and Mana only faltered, catching himself from toppling into another molehill. As Mana turned to whip at the relocated Sugizio, said man of style slipped his hands into his pockets and threw his leg into the air. Such an action may seem random, but at this time it was no such thing. Sugizio's leg flew into the air and collided with the base of Mana's nearest whipping arm. Now no longer beginning, the kick had been full-force, and Mana's arm ripped out of its socket instantly and flew into the distant sky.

The picnickers thought it would surely fly into space, but soon enough it returned to the Earth. They watched as it fell back down to them, still clutching the whip with its unrelenting grasp. When things are flung straight into the sky, they must then fall straight down to the ground, thus so must the arm. It flew right back to where it had parted from Mana's body and whipped him in the face before it thumped to the ground, as though it were punishing him for losing.

Mana screamed in pain, but Sugizio was not finished with the half-whipper yet, and he smoothly spun around 180º. Kicking his leg out behind him, it collided with Mana's last arm, which parted from its body instantaneously. Sugizio's kick was so amazing that Mana's arm flew off through the park parallel to the ground. It sped through the air with amazing speed, whipping people in the face as it flew past. It zoomed all the way through the park, not stopping to greet people as was the custom, but whipping them in the face instead. It was heading straight for the statue of Oburaien now, who had freed the Japanese from the tyrannical clutches of the Canadians in 1503. The Great Oburaien stood tall, with his finger pointing up to the Heavens, as if to say, "You're next, God." But it looked as if Mana's arm was to be next, and sure enough, it collided with Oburaien's upward arm, instantly being impaled stump first by the statue's pointed finger.

Instead of a pointing finger, the formidable Oburaien now brandished a slender whip with a clenched fist. It was though it had always meant to be this way and Oburaien looked even more intimidating with this new addition. As on-lookers looked up at the statue in awe, Oburaien's new arm grasped the whip tightly and gave it one final crack. That day, legend has it, that finishing crack could be heard in every city in Japan.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.