Second School Daze

After Rolly had been rescued so galantly by Sugizio, he began to notice the mysterious transfer student a lot more often. During class instead of reading his textbook he would catch himself watching the peculiar addition to their class out of the corner of his eye.

Sugizio seemed to notice the attention but ignored it as it seemed unobtrusive. Rolly however, was determined to learn more about the new boy and carefully took note of his daily habits. It wasn't until several days later that Rolly's quiet spying came to an end and he worked up the courage to interact with young Sugizio.

Sugizio was in the cafeteria, eating his Japanese sandwich unabashedly, biting into its tender flesh with abandon, swallowing it to depths where it would later be slowly digested and eventually evacuated. Rolly spotted him from several feet away, noticing that he ate alone and without company. He approached the sandwiching student slowly from behind, stopping a few feet from him. Rolly was nervous and afraid of the transfer student, and he couldn't find the nerve to get his attention so he stood behind him awkwardly, fidgeting and blustering.

"Can I help you?" the transfer student suddenly asked. Rolly gasped, covering his mouth. "Oh, uhm," he said through his fingers. "I'm sorry, I was just... Can I sit next to you?" There was a long pause as Sugizio chewed through his sandwich. "I suppose," he said. "Oh, thank you," he said sitting down. "How's your day going?" he asked. "Same as always, I would guess." "Oh, I see. Mine too." "Fascinating." "Yeah.." Rolly said, removing his hands from over his mouth.

After a long period of silent chewing from Sugizio, Rolly leaned over and pulled his power ranger lunch box out from his back pack, quietly pulling out the lunch contents from its plastic bowels. He inaudibly nibbled on some shredded parsnips, chancing a few glances at the stoic Sugizio, who merely stared straight ahead, gnawing on his pickled sandwich.

"Ano...." Rolly mumbled.

Sugizio said nothing, looking to Rolly then looking away again, staring off into some seemingly endless abyss.

"Well, eto... I was thinking. Maybe..." Rolly stuttered, staring at his radish intently. "Maybe you and I could...could hang out sometime," he stumbled out, his face turning red. "In school, I mean. Or maybe...maybe after school too sometimes."

Sugizio was silent for a few moments before he stood up suddenly. He paused again where he stood, and looked at Rolly. "Pass," he said bluntly, before turning to leave.

"But... But no one's ever stood up for me before! I thought.." Rolly sniffed, looking down at his bright yellow lunch box.

"You thought what? Thought we'd be buddies? I didn't do that for you. I gave those dumbasses what they deserved. Don't think it was some act of kindness," Sugizio said coldly, over his soldier. He said what he said then walked off, leaving Rolly sniffling over his lunch. He gripped the edges of the tablet, wondering why. Why? he wondered. Why does everyone treat me like this? Why doesn't anyone like me? He bit his tongue, trying to hold back the tears that were nearly foaming in his eyes. If he was seen crying he'd be made fun of severely, but it wasn't as though school could get any worse for poor lonely Rolly. He hadn't had one friend in school since kindergarten and at the idea of finally making one he'd been so happy. But his happiness turned out to be in vain, and his hopes were crushed by a single word. Pass.

Yes, Rolly thought bitterly to himself, That's what everyone thinks about me. Pass. His eyes began to fill up with water now. Pass. His lips trembled and he choked, spluttering into his lunchbox. Pass. He furiously grabbed at his lunch items, throwing them into his powered ranger box and pushing off from the table. Pass. He ran towards the hallway, not knowing where, but running. Pass. As he ran threw a desserted hallway he rubbed at his eyes, wiping wet from them, but while he was doing this his eyes were temporarily strained with the pressure and obstruction and he failed to see as he ran right into a group of boys.

"Ah!" Rolly shouted, falling over backwards, his lunch box falling open and lying there naked like a discarded prostitute, putting its pickled and barely edible contents on display for the world to witness. "S..sumimasen." Rolly said, rubbing the tears from his eyeballs.

"Augh! You little tasselweaver!" one of the boys squelched. "I spilled my latte, you twot!!" Sure enough Rolly could see that a few droplets of late coffee goodness stood proudly on its bearer's shoes, like a spattering of poisoned blood on a dead man's unused dagger. "Ah, I'm sorry... Gomen nasai!" Rolly grumbled, finding himself in trouble again.

"Is that all you got to say, worm?" the boy said. "Surely you can do better than that. Why don't you lick it off for me instead of useless apologies?" he asked, laughing cruelely.

"Wh...what? No, I'm not going to do that!" Rolly said, his eyebrows going up with concern for his situation. It was not a good situation to find oneself in, and with intellect like Rolly's that was easy enough to deduse.

"Oh, the lemon actually has enough guts to stand up for himself for once. Well, we'll teach him what good that does, won't we?? Let's find out what he looks like wearing latte," he said, laughing loudly while the rest of the boys joined in. Rolly's heart sunk. This was the only uniform he had and he'd just washed it last night after he'd been pushed in the mud by a reckless biker. His mother was getting frustrated with him for using so much water, but he didn't want to smell like coffee all week! He didn't know what to do, and only felt more like crying now. He looked up to see the mean boy lift his coffee, ready to poor it on Rolly's head. Said owner of head turned said head down in anticipation of the coffee about to fall on it, not wishing it to get in his eyes, but the coffee bath never came.

Instead Rolly looked up to see a foot fly over his head, which subsequently kicked the coffee out of the hands of the boy where it instead flew right into his face. Rolly couldn't believe it, but it was real and the boy simply stood amazed, his precious latte dripping down his face and uniform. "Aa....Augh!!!" He gurgled. Rolly couldn't believe his luck and swirled around. Now he couldn't believe his eyes instead, as he saw his savior, the amazing Sugizio.

"S-Sugizio-san!!" Rolly said, in awe. Sugizio said nothing to him, but walked in front of Rolly and stood between him and the bullies of the day.

"Who the heck do you think you are, you flipping jerkface! Shoot!! You are so dead, you son of a gun!" one of the boys yelled, enthusiastically. Sugizio only stared at them, managing to glare at them without any emotion to speak of.

One of them lunged from the pack and aimed a punch a Sugizio's head. Sugizio merely extended his arm, punching the boy first and knocking him immediately unconscience. The other boys gackt, but were not swayed, and this time two lunged at Sugizio, who this time flung out both arms, knocking both boys unconscious at once. Only the latte-drinker and his main man were left now and they growled at Sugizio like hungry dogs waiting to devour their pray.

They too threw themselves at Sugizio, but he quickly disposed of them so easily that it doesn't need to even be put into words. When he was satisfied from looking at the pile of unconscious bodies before him he turned to Rolly who was sniffling and staring at Sugizio in awe.

Sugizio bent over and picked up the Rolly lunch container, closing it with a kaclick. He looked at Rolly then, who seemed to be in a state of mild shock. He sighed and stood on his feet, grabbing Rolly by the arm and also pulling him to his feet. "Come along. We don't want to be found here." And with that they walked away from the pile of latte drinkers to a quiet empty classroom, Rolly being pulled along by the arm, forcefully but gently, and Sugizio silently leading him.

"...Thank you," Rolly said quietly, once they were alone.

"It was nothing," replied Sugizio, releasing Rolly's arm.

"Yeah, it was!! I mean...it was something," Rolly said, looking at the ground. "To me."

"Well, whatever. I just happened to be around there," Sugizio said, facing the wall. "Lucky for you, I guess. Anyway, I have better things to be doing." He turned and walked toward the door, making to leave.

"W...wait!" Rolly gasped, stepping after him. "Can you....Can you teach...me?" He asked quietly, blushing.

"Teach you? Teach you what?" Sugizio asked, looking at him suspiciously over his shoulder.

"How to...y'know..." said Rolly, his face aflame, as Sugizio stared unblinking. "To...fight back. You're so strong! I wish...I wish I could be like you."

"Don't be ridiculous. Why the hell would I want to do that?" Sugizio asked, narrowing his eyes.

Rolly lowered his eyes to the ground, sniffling quietly. "I... I just want to be strong. I don't want to be treated this way anymore," he stuttered emotionally.

"...." Sugizio turned to face the door and seemed to hang his head slightly. "Fine. If you can keep up. If not, you gotta piss off." At that he slid the door open and left, without another word or glance.

Rolly stared at the door amazedly. He'd been certain Sugizio was going to refuse him again and again. He couldn't believe his ears, and simply stood in the classroom in astonishmentness. After a few moments of confusion, he realized he'd been smiling. He'd learned something about Sugizio today. As he walked toward the door his smile grew larger with his thoughts and soon he was positively grinning.

"Maybe we will be buddies after all", he whispered, sliding the door shut quietly behind him and walking into the hustle of the school.

>>NEXT>>

Yoshiki's Picnic - 19

Part nineteen - The Transfer Student

Put simply, Rolly was a genius. He was blessed with such unimaginable brainpower that it hurt him to think because he was absorbing so much information at any one time that it clogged the veins in his brain with cells of unending informational possibilities. Any moment one happened to look upon Rolly's skull, they would not be able to see it, but his mind was processing. It was processing so fast that if his brain had not been built to withstand his throbbing thoughts, it would have exploded with even a simple thought such as whether to wear the blue or the purple glittering bodysuit. Though it could be argued that such a thought was not as simple as it may appear. And certainly, to a genius such as Rolly, this question held more weight than the average slob might realize. He could wear blue. But if he wore blue, then he would not be wearing purple. Purple was a strong message to j-rockers. It told them that Rolly could be one of them. It said he was rocking enough that he might one day be of j-rocking status. But if he wore purple he wouldn't be wearing blue. Blue was a symbol to the people, and spoke volumes about a person's abilities. It would suggest Rolly was not someone to be reckoned with.

Unfortunately for Rolly, he was so smart that his brain was over-worked with the very genius thoughts that plagued his brain. His brain veins were squeezed to widths that they were not meant to withstand, leaving his speech slow and his face blank.

Rolly's intelligence had little (If nothing at all) to do with the situation at hand which was Sugizio's imminent world domination. It was only a matter of time before Sugizio amassed victim after victim and thwarted the enemies that decided to throw their bodies at his feet in an attempt to trip him up in his descent to eat the souls of the living and perhaps of the dead as well. But these enemies were merely small speedbumps in the road to evil and sugizio was a steamroller that was faster than light and so these speed impediments were smacked with such incredulous speed that they simply exploded into a pile of asphalt and defeated shame.

Rolly was observing Sugizio while he thought about the destruction he was sure to collect and thought back as the dark man spit in Yoshiki's face. It was over twenty three years ago that they met, he and Rolly. Rolly was just the average genious trapped in a fool's brain studying for cram school. He'd been going to Seppuku High for two years now and still had no friends at all. They'd never liked Rolly because he wore his uniform to tight and was either to smart or to be stupid. Rolly's thoughts drifted back to that fateful day, smoothly, like a wave washing over a desert.

"What are you doing, you pootard?!" he said, slamming Rolly's book shut, which he had been studying from. Rolly looked up to see a group of boys who were looking to bully, and he was there target of the afternoon, and he was usually their target most every afternoon. Their strong leader was Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu-kun, and he wasn't a very nice person. He was known as the baddest kid at Seppuku and he liked to pick on Rolly especially.

"Reading more BOOKS? How dumb is that. You're dumb and ugly," the bully said. He laughed and his croonies laughed in unisex. "Yeah, you're dumb, and ugly!!" One of them said. "He totally is, it is true," said another in a puny voice.

Rolly looked up from his school man's desk, and said, "Look, I don't want any trouble today, Kurayamashido--"

"You don't want trouble?! Well, you got it, you big fat lardmuncher!" He growled. Rolly blushed, wondering how they'd discovered his habit of snacking on coagulated animal fat.

"Well, I don't want it! Leave me be! I just want to exercise my massive concretion in peaceful bliss without confrontation or trouble!" Rolly cried out, impassionately, holding his hands to his chest for persuasive effect.

The oppressors were not swayed by Rolly's moving and concise speech. Pulling his arm back, getting ready to punch Rolly in the face, Kurayama--

"Hey, what's that stench. Oh, it's you piles of night soil," a sharp voice made sound and pierced through the quiet swish of a jacket being stretched as a fist was pulled back ready to punch someone defenseless who was just trying to study.

The bullies were shocked. The bullies turned around to see a young student. The student stood straight and had an heir of confidence about him as though he was so phlegmatic he could take on the world. He wore a mask and a cape along with his regular school uniform, and Rolly recognized him as the new transfer student.

"Who do you think, you are? Your so dead buster," the leader bully grasped.

And with that he ran at the transfer student, but the transfer student was agile and he dodged the bullies punch that was aimed for his face and instead bunched the pully in his own face leaving him consciousless. When they saw this, Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu-kun's compadres were frightened of the foreboding scholarly transfer boy. They tried to shuffle out of the classroom to safety, but the transferred boy knocked them unconscientious as they rolled by.

"Sugoi, that was definitely amazing!" Rolly said, running over to the mysterious transfer student. "How can I ever repay you for such kindness.."

"You don't need to do anything. I hate bullies, so it's nothing personal," the masked transfer said blatantly.

"At least let me know of what you are called," Rolly said, somewhat sadly.

"You mean my name?"

"Yes, I'm Rolly."

"Rolly, huh? That's a nice name. Well, Rolly, my name is Sugizio."

"Sugizio.." Rolly repeated, and smiled.

And that was how they met. But it would not be the last time they met, or the most memorable.

No, Rolly and Sugizio had a long history together, and this wasn't even the beginning of it, but merely a start. Things were just beginning now.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.
>>ON TO SIDE-STORY>>

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•••~.

Yoshiki's Picnic - 15, 16

Part fifteen - J-Rock Massacre

"Guh, I cannot believing was my luck. Finally I see upon glinting magnifieds that we are!!" gurgled the fangirl, who ravenously snapped pictures of all those present. She was short and massively corpulent. Her plain white skin was red and blotchy in the face and her double-chin jiggled as she garbled at her madonnas. She wore a loud shirt that was too sizes to small and neon orange shorts that were too short for even her stumped, stubby legs. Her unpleasant appearance didn't seem to upset her, however, and she continued to zap each of the luminaries into the memory card of her picture-box. The flash of her cheap digital camera resounded on the j-rockers' faces, and they winced with the pain of the bright light in their eyes.

"Ah, my eyes! The pain in them!!" Gackt squawked, stating the obvious. He covered his delicate features and porcelain skin with his dainty hands and began to sob into them, obviously finding this assault to be just too much to bare. As his shoulders shook with despair, Yoshiki moved to comfort him, but Hyde, who was conveniently placed beside Gackt with his arms already around his shivering form reached him first. He moved his body in line of the camera's shots and winced, having the pictures taken of himself to protect Gackt's delicate constitution.

"H...Hyde-san.." Gackt whispered, looking up. His eyes glittered with every flash of the camera and Hyde thought that he looked very beautiful then. Gackt did not need to think Hyde was beautiful, because he had thought that many times before and to think that thought now would be to think the plainly obvious, which Gackt was not prone to do. But Gackt couldn't help himself after all and thought, Hyde-sama is so beautiful.

Yoshiki looked at Gackt and then at Hyde and thought. From the look on Gackt's face Yoshiki could tell exactly what he was thinking. He's wondering why Hyde never takes his sunglasses off... Yoshiki whispered in his mind. Very observant, Gackt. I hadn't thought of that... He does seem to wear them all the time. But...why?

"Gaaaarr. Zomuhgah, you gents are on top of beautifulness, sheeyat. Kawaii so are this right now," it said, shooting each j-rocker in the face. Hyde had been shot so many times in the back now, and he looked weary. He still held Gackt tightly, protecting him from every cowardly shot, but his shoulders were drooping and Gackt looked frightened and defenseless.

Apparently satisfied with her onslaught, the fangirl moved her lens to Mana, still sitting atop Tetsu. Mana didn't seem to mind the attention, and made dramatic pose after pose. The fangirl, however, did not like her victims to be willing, and soon moved on from Mana to miyavi who was lying face down in the grass, unmoving. This displeased Mana greatly and he fumed, digging his nails into his seat.

After she was satisfied snapping miyavi's motionless remains, she turned her camera on to Rolly, only to quickly move on, thinking him to be a random glittering passerby. She then set her focus onto Yoshiki, not entirely sure who he was, but feeling he looked familiar.

"Ah! Oh, dear me!" Yoshiki grumbled, holding a hand over his face.

Sugizo, who had been arranging small flowers into a mini-bouquet, looked up from his craftsman's work to see the scene before him. His brows furrowed into an unusual expression of concertedness.

"Sugizo!! What do we do... Can we wait until her battery goes dead? I don't know if I can hold up much longer..." Yoshiki gasped, for air.

"No, that won't work.. Fangirls always keep a spare battery. Don't you know anything, Yoshiki?" He looked from side to side, then suddenly made a different expression. His eyes grew wide and his body hunched over. He covered his mouth as though he were about to produce bile from his stomach and his face went pale. "Gyargh! Yoshiki...I will try to go get help. I need you to make a distraction. That is the only way I will have a chance at saving us."

"A distraction?! But...what. What could I possibly do! I am but a lowly j-stoner in a world of powerful mega j-rockers. What could a chump like me do..." Yoshiki's shoulders slumped, much to the fangirl's delight, and she shot him more furiously now.

"I cannot seem a waterwheel of more embarkment! Yes.. I am liking your potato-peeler very much!!" she yelped pitiably.

"You...you IDIOT!" Sugizo gurgled, then gasped and covered his mouth. "I'm sorry. Think, Yoshiki! You must use the one known ultimate weakness of the fangirl!"

Yoshiki felt so confused and foolish at that moment, having no idea what could possibly bring down a monster such as this beast. He looked into her deranged eyes, hoping to see into her crazed thought-process. This had never yet worked, no matter how many times Yoshiki had deigned to try to use this amazing power he may not have had, but he wasn't about to fail to use it now. And this time was different. There was an explosion in his mind and he could see the unhinged mind of the fangirl before him. He stared unblinking before realizing what he must do. He began to hunt for any weakness she could have, using every search engine he knew of. Then he found it and he knew what he had to do.


Part sixteen - Rolly's Rival

Yoshiki jumped up and summersalted through the picnic over to Gackt, who was being cradled by Hyde. The fangirl, who was sluggish and constipated in her movements, urged her reflexes to keep up and slowly turned around to see Yoshiki grab Hyde by the arm and toss him aside, whereas he rolled over the blankets for a few feet then stopped and laid still.

"I am sorry for this Gackt, but please play along, or we are all doomed!" Yoshiki whispered in Gackt's ear, to which Gackt looked surprised and then confused and then somewhat bewildered. But Yoshiki did not waste time waiting for Gackt's expression to change once again and quickly grabbed him by his fine shoulders.

"Oh, Gackt-san! You have always been so beautiful to me, and for years I have kept these thoughts deep inside me somewhere. But today I cannot do this any longer! I must shout it to you, Gackt! And to the world as well that I love you! I have loved you for a long time now and every moment I am around you I feel weak and fluttery." Yoshiki was acting, but he began to feel that his acting was more the act than his speech was. The words came so easily to him and even though there were much greater things at stake now, like all their lives, he couldn't help but feel that there was some truth in them, and as he began to pour his heart into Gackt's ears, his emotions became too much to withstand.

The fangirl had a fit after she turned to witness this and began snapping a picture of the display from every angle. She grunted with joy and zoomed in and shot them some more.

Sugizo nodded when he saw that the fangirl was completely absorbed by Yoshiki's pathetic act of courageousness. He stood shakily and hunched over. He began to run unstably toward the distance, stopping to vomit beside one of his beloved trees. He then was overcome with violent shaking and ran out of the perimeter of this story, to some unseen destination.

Meanwhile, Gackt looked back at Yoshiki with confusion and also somewhat with surprise, and Yoshiki couldn't help thinking he looked really amazing. Before he could even thread a needle, his lips were upon Gackt's and he was also kissing him. Gackt's eyes widened and he began to stare at Yoshiki with surprise. Forgive me, Gackt-san, Yoshiki thought, but allow me this selfish pleasure. Even if it means nothing to you, even if you think it is nothing but an act...allow me this small token of happiness. Tears began to moisten his eyes and he blinked them from his lashes, causing them to fall into Gackt's eyes. Yoshiki could not explain to Gackt why he was doing this because his lips were currently sucking on Gackt's.

Gackt-san, Yoshiki found himself thinking. Gackt-san, you taste so delicious. You taste like a delicious flower that is growing among the greatest of oaks in the greatest of forests. I wish... but Yoshiki did not have a chance to express what he wished for, for at that time someone had run up to the party, laughing menacingly. The figure had ran smoothly, and jolted to a stop, seemingly in-tune with his own demonic soundtrack. He made a significantly evil pose and Yoshiki removed his mouth from Gackt's to look upon him with the rest of the humans present.

He was dressed dramatically in all black, and a shining black cape was rustling in the wind behind him. His clothes were simple, yet elegant and bespoke of a man willing to fight a most dangerous battle, but with style. On his face was a mysterious black mask, which covered his eyes and concealed his identity. He may have been wearing a stylish hat, but if he was, Yoshiki failed to notice it, and therefore it cannot be told.

The picnickers looked up at him in surprise. Even the fangirl paused a moment before instinctively snapping digital photos of the mysterious masked man.

"Wh...who are you?!" Someone asked in an intimidated voice.

"I?" the masked man said. He then laughed loudly, pitying the pathetic losers who did not know his name and reputation.

"Sugizio!!" came a voice behind the other j-rockers. They all turned to see Rolly, his brow heavily furrowed and a dark expression on his face. He gripped his bodysuit at his knees, and looked up at the man furiously. "What are you doing here?! We don't want you here!"

"No?" Sugizio smirked. "Who wouldn't want me? Afraid I'll rain on your precious picnic?" he suggested. He smiled and walked over to a picnic basket and looked down at it. As he gazed upon the defenseless straw mass, it seemed to shiver under his intense stare. Rolly flinched and Sugizio snarled, suddenly kicking the picnic basket with incredible force. It flew into the summer air and vomited its contents all over the parkside.

Everyone gasped and looked upon Sugizio with fear and astonishment. Only the fangirl dared move, as she shot him straight into a file on her camera. He threw a look over his shoulder and formed his mouth into a crazed grin. His eyes were intently furious and he spun around to face the lumpy fangirl. Where others would have turned and run, the fangirl stood her ground, simply because she was too stupid to know a murderous glare when it stared her in the face.

"Filthy American! You'll wish you'd never even seen one episode of Naruto when I'm done with you," he laughed, pointing the unintelligent white girl in the face. She began to sweat now, unsurprisingly.

He laughed cruelly and walked over to her smoothly. He stood a few feet from her and placed his hands upon his hips, his cape blowing in the wind. The fangirl's face twitched with nervousness, but she was braver than she appeared. "And you are who?! No cool j-racker is a mask wearing. I bet have no you fans."

"Fans?" the man asked, rubbing his chin, supposedly deep in thought. He burst out laughing, a very sinister noise. "If I wanted fans...I'd have an army of them," he smirked, looking down at her with the eyes of a lunatic. "Then I'd have them...eat your face off!"

She faltered then and was going to turn to run, but Sugizio would not have that. He threw his leg into the air, and kicked her fifty-dollar digital camera out of her hands and into the air, catching it a moment later. She gasped and stared at him, trying to choose between her safety and her j-rocker photos. She was sweating profusely and shaking, trying to make up her puny mind.

"What are you doing?!" Rolly shouted at her. "Run, you muttonheaded fool! RUUUNN!!"

She gasped then and began to run away. Sugizio simply laughed harder for a few moments, before his face turned dark and a demonically wicked smile grew on his face. He looked to the fangirl who was running as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast. He held up her camera and looked at it, then looked back at the fangirl and stretched his arm back. The depraved Sugizio then threw the camera so hard that it launched off at a speed that none of the j-rockers could follow with their eyes. With a loud splat the camera collided with the fangirl's head and shattered into countless pieces. She didn't take another step before she fell flat on her face and remained still.

The j-rockers all gasped, and Sugizio threw his head back and laughed the most malicious of laughs, while Rolly only shook his head. How the others did not know of him, he did not understand, but Rolly knew. Rolly knew all about the path of evil and destruction that Sugizio wreaked wherever he happened to appear.

He knew.

And he feared.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.

Yoshiki's Picnic - 12

Part twelve - Shout to the Heavens

Rolly looked from the bus to Yoshiki and from Yoshiki to the bus. He looked back and forth between the two as the bus careened speedily towards Yoshiki, ready to smash Yoshiki's feeble body to bits and pieces of mere flesh. Rolly became rather anxious.

"STOP FUCKING AROUND BUS!" He screamed in anguish. But the bus did not stop fucking around nor did it even slow down. It only maintained its current velocity right toward Yoshiki. This angered Rolly. He was so fed up with bus drivers and their out-of-controll buses that he just couldn't take it any more. He was absolutely irate and raging inside and he bent himself back and screamed to the sky. Then he ripped at his body suit and ripped the chest open wider. Yoshiki did not have a chance to see just how far Rolly might have ripped his body suit open as he was staring at the bus in fear.

Several versions were told of how far Rolly ripped his bodysuit. Some say all the way past the crotch, others say to right above it. Some said Rolly wore no underwear at all others said spotted briefs. No one really knows for sure as there was not much time to examine just what the sequenced bodysuit had chosen to reveal through its rip.

Rolly screamed and jumped in front of Yoshiki. "YOU'LL NOT RAPE YOSHIKI'S LIFE A WAY TO DAY BUS! YOU WILL BE THE ONE WHO IS RAPED." He absolutely screamed at the top of his lungs. Then he jumped. But he did not just jump. He super jumped and flew at least five feet into the air and spun around. The bus was gaining on Yoshiki now and Yoshiki feared for the only life he had. His own.

But Rolly wasn't prepared to let the bus take that from Yoshiki. He landed back on the ground after his display and kneeled on one knee, then looked up into the buses winshield, smirking. "COME ON BUS. I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP." He said grinning now. However, the bus was not intimidated by Rolly's display of animosity and continued streaking toward the two Japanese.

The bus, now only twenty feet away, flashed its headlights in warning and the two noticed it but did not heed it.

"It's warning us, Rolly!" Yoshiki cried.

"Ignore it, Yoshiki-chan." Said Rolly, forcefully, turning around and putting his arms on Yoshiki's shoulders. "I've never told you this before but I really like you, ne, Yo-chan. You always have a smile on your face even if it is a mean one and I really admire that in a person. I'm not sure if I am by sexual or what but I really like your smell and the look of you and I wish some day to also know what you taste of. Ne, Yo-kun? Iie, it is not just a wish, it is a want. A will, even. I want to know you, koibito. In ways no one has ever known you. I want to be able to run with you through a field as we strip off our clothes. I want to know every inch and centimeter of you. And also, your beautiful soul."

"Ro...Rolly-kun! I don't kno--"
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! HONK! HONK HONK!! BEEEEEP!! The bus screamed at the two. Rolly spun his head around and looked over his shoulders at the crazed bus. If this had all been a movie, the camera would have zoomed straight into Rolly to show his eyes because they were so fierce. But this was not a movie, it was reality. This was so real no movie could recreate it. And despite how savagely aggressive his eyes were, the bus did not swerve, running into the fence. No, it only hastened in its approach of the two performers.

"Oh, Jesus Rolly, be on the qui vive for that bus!" Issay screamed to his companion. Rolly needed no further instructions and whirled around to face the demented bus. The bus was about to hit them now, but Rolly had something to say about that. He began to run for the bus instead and jumped right before they met and shot his foot out. He kicked the bus with such grace, smacking his glittering platform shoe into the buses' head with such incredible power that it flew up into the air and rolled over and over in the sky. The people on the bus went round and round, round and round, round and round, until it crashed to the ground exploding in a pile of flames. The bus passengers tried to break out of the windows, but this particular crazed bus was armed with shatter-proof glass, and the passengers found themselves to be burning alive. The bus driver screamed with rage and threw his cap out the window as the bus blew up into a billion pieces of burning hot metal and bone.

Rolly was thrown from the impact, then landing in the park grass and sliding several feet through the dirt into the park fence with his head. He just lied there for several moments as Yoshiki ran over to him after retying his shoelaces.

"Ohmigawsh, Rolly!!! Are you okay??" He squealed, Rolling rolly over. Rolly groaned and rubbed his head. "Kyaaa, what happened. Rolly-kun's head really hurts. ): " he exclaimed, laughing like a goon. Rolly rolled over and over then jumped to his feet.

"Ah, about what you said earlier to me, Rolly..." Yoshiki started to say. "Huh?? Nani? When did Rolly-chan say something, Yoshiki-samaaaaa!!" Rolly shouted, his eyes beginning to water. Yoshiki's eyes widened as he looked at Rolly. Oh my goodness, he thought, I wonder if he lost his memory do too a temporal lobe trauma fracture. If that fence caused a cuncussion on him he could have lost his memories of what happened just now. Oh, that is really terrible.

Rolly was running around the park doing cartwheels now and shaking his bottom about. That Rolly, Yoshiki laughed to himself. Sometimes I think he is a little like Gackt. Maybe I could learn to love him some day after all.

"Ewww, Yoshiki-sama, why are you looking at Rolly-chan like that. You're making him feel that you're a gay or a by sexual. ): Kowai! Don't make Rolly-chan so uncomfortable like that!!" Rolly cried and wriggled with discomfort, rolling back and forth on his heels energetically and thrusting his arms behind him. He then turned and ran off to the picnic with the others, throwing his arms and legs everywhere and doing the occasional cartwheel. He tripped several times but picked himself back up immediately, skipping onward.

Yoshiki sighed and also began to walk back to the picnic. He didn't stop and sit down until he had reached the group and accepted a cup of apple-crazeberry juice from Közi, sipping it quietly. His thoughts drifted back to hide and he contemplated how much he hated this world and his own life. Why do I even bother. What point is there any more. . . . .

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.