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.

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>>ON TO SIDE-STORY>>

Yoshiki's Picnic - 18

Part eighteen - Carpet Carnage

As Mana ran around the park in agony, Sugizio pulled another cigarette from his pocket and began to smoke coolly. He turned to the picnic and walked back toward it, stepping on miyavi as he made his way there.

Because everyone had thought Mana was a bit of a pain, no one seemed particularly upset that he had lost both his arms. They were a little surprised that Sugizio would do such a thing, but they didn't let it bother them, and simply went on with their picnic. The only one who seemed marginally upset was the one famous for his glittering bodysuits and bleached hair. He was not upset about Mana, and he wondered who actually would be worried about that guy. With no one coming to mind, he thought instead of what he was upset about. Sugizio was clearly bored and Rolly knew it wouldn't be long before he picked a different j-rocker to dismember. Perhaps someone who was likeable this time, which meant trouble.

Rolly looked around the circle at each of the people present. Though Rolly knew Issay would be a good victim for Sugizio as no one really knew who he was or cared about him, but Rolly did not wish him dead because he had yet to serve his ultimate purpose. The same could be said for the rest of the j-rockers, and Rolly decided that it would not be a good idea to let Sugizio pick off anyone else. Not even that stupid member of that one band, since he was useful for saying foolish things and...well, that was about all, really.

Rolly watched as Sugizio sat down where Sugizo had been sitting before he'd run off to get help. Sugizio sat gracefully and made himself comfortable in the picnic folds. He looked around with a cool gaze, before his eyes fell to the very blanket he sat upon. What he saw made him flinch with anger. The blanket was rather old and was made of a durable cotton fiber that had been dyed and woven into an abstract pattern consisting of shades of pinks, greens, and yellows. This particular blanket had come from Gackt's home, where he'd been keeping it in a closet for several years, only pulling it out for occasions such as these. It was somewhat soft, but seemed the kind of blanket that always felt rather dirty, and that would always seem to smell of an unpleasant mysterious odor. If Sugizio hadn't been so angry at what he saw on the blanket, he may have searched the edges of the blanket for a tag of some sort. The tag sat near the top left corner of the blanket, which was a tad frayed simply from old age and being stored in a cold damp closet. The fibers which had been woven so closely had lost their tight grip on each other and had begun to pull loose, giving the blanket an aged look. On the tag that was sewed with machine-like care into the blanket's edge, it was stated that this elderly blanket had been constructed in China. It had most likely been assembled by tired Chinese workers in a dreary factory. Though it rarely rained in China, the day this blanket was woven together was almost certainly cloudy and dreary. It was hard to imagine that this blanket had ever seen sunny, beautiful weather, but that was not the case, as the day of the picnic happened to be a fine summer's day and the sun shone brightly and warmly onto the worn woven cloth, despite its raggedy appearance. Even though it looked as if it had come out of the 80s, it was in fact, much older than that. Gackt had received it from his mother as a gift on the occasion of his first concert. His mother had told him that it was a very special blanket, and that he should take very good care of it. Gackt had been young and foolish, perhaps even more so than he was now, and had ignored his mother's advice, shoving the dull blanket into a closet and forgetting about it. What Gackt did not know was that this blanket wasn't simply a blanket, but it was a magic carpet that would fly whoever used it wherever they wished to go. The magic carpet would only fly for those who knew of it however, so his mother had been rather rude when she had forgotten to mention this to Gackt, before dying of epilepsy a few years later. Therefore it would seem that despite this blanket's most extraordinary capability, it was doomed to be just a regular blanket for eternity, soon to be tossed out with the trash because of that peculiar odor it always carried.

Sugizio picked up the chain of flowers that sat upon the faded blanket and growled loudly. "What the hell is this?!" He snarled, shaking the flowered jewelry around so that petals flew in every direction.

"Oh, that's a chain that Sugizo pieced together! I saw him working on it earlier. Where'd he go, anyway..." Yoshiki hummed.

"Sugizo? Who is this asshole?! Why would he make such a stupid thing as this?!" Sugizio said, confrontationally.

"Eeeeh? Sugizo-san loves nature! He's so very close to the Earth, it touches all our hearts. Isn't that right, minna?" Yoshiki said, a soft smile growing over his face.

"Ee. Hai, hai! Sugizo-san sugoi da ne desu," the j-rockers mumbled among themselves.

"Waarrgghh!!" Sugizio screamed. "I hate nature, god damn it!" At that, he ripped the chain apart. Stems and petals broke from each other, and the green lifeblood of the flowered plants flowed like a river of salty water over the ground made of small stones and riverbed rocks. As he tore them stem from stem, the bits of the herbage seemed to flutter to the ground in a slowed motion. It was as though time felt the pain of the small, leaved greenery and was forced to falter as it suffered the agony of it all, slowly vomiting out the sequence of being in a retarded motion. The scent of gore and floral carnage drifted into the noses of the j-rockers, turning their united stomach and making them gag. The sight of the massacre before them made their brains hurl against the walls of their skulls, as though screaming for justice, crying out for an end to all this pain and suffering that they were currently experiencing at the sight of this slaughter.

"Jesus!" Yoshiki screamed. "What have you done?! How could you do such a thing," he gurgled, walking on his knees over to the massacre. He threw himself at the butchery, picking up the discarded petals and leaves and sobbing into their marred flesh. "Nooo! Why... Why did this have to happen?! You monster! You've dismembered them. How...how could you." Yoshiki shuddered with the pain of this gruesome bloodbath and the tears flowed generously from his eyes, onto the spilt blood of the slain.

Sugizio simply watched this with a raised eyebrow, ripping the remaining flowers to bits and sprinkling them into Yoshiki's hair. He looked around at the troupe, and could see the eyes of the j-rockers glittering with tears, except for Hyde's, who was still wearing his fashionable sunglasses, but he too was surely moved by the scene, and his beautiful eyes would have glittered and shone with the clearest crystal tears there ever were.

As Yoshiki sobbed dramatically, Mana ran by the picnickers, screaming and sobbing also, but for a somewhat different, yet less moving, reason. Sugizio seemed satisfied to see the nature before him destroyed beyond recognition. He rustled around in a nearby picnic basket to find a small portable hand-vacuum. While Yoshiki continued to sob, Sugizio sucked the bits and pieces of the exterminated flora, also running the vacuum over Yoshiki's head, no doubt sucking up some hair and skin cells along with the butchered greenery. When he was finished, he quietly turned off the power and discarded the vacuum, throwing it toward the street, where it hit an elderly woman stepping onto a bus in the back of the head. He now felt content to go back to his seat, and kicked the sobbing Yoshiki back to his original blanket before relaxedly setting himself down on the carpet. He helped himself to the basket's supply of staple and ate quietly as the other wiped their tears and tried to move on with their shattered lives.

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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.

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Extras

This page is for anything that goes with Yoshiki's Picnic (followed by work for Rolly School Daze below) but doesn't fit in with the main-body. This would include fanart or official images from the author.

Official Art:

Sugizo and Sugizio. How do they know each other?
They kind of look similar. Weird...

Fanart:

Rolly, glittering perfectly.

by Calix

Official Art:
Official-looking Rolly character art.
Rolly thinks of Sugizio just before bed.



Fanart:

Rolly daydreams about Sugizio.
by Calix

last updated: march 9, 2008

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 - 13, 14

Part thirteen - Career Enchallengement

"How was your walk, Yoshiki-kun?" Tetsu asked, causing Mana to gasp and smack him in the back of the head, glaring a burning hole into the back of it.

"Ah...hai. O.K. desu," Yoshiki mumbled, staring at his hands as he pretended to thumb-wrestle himself. He quietly uddered spaceship noises as his thumbs jerked back and forth, punching each other in their printed faces. "Pew. Piu, piu!! Bcchht, zzzzzzzt," he mouthed.

Sugizo watched Yoshiki play with himself, he smiled and picked some flowers. He began to link them into a delicate chain of harmony and love. He smiled and hummed to himself as he wove, looking up at Yoshiki and thinking. "How are you, Yoshiki?" he imagined himself asking Yoshiki. "Is there something you need to ask me, perhaps?" Sugizo felt as though Yoshiki's brain was potatoing around in his skull like a pen whose ink won't stop turning a sad shade of trout. He could feel that Yoshiki was uncomfortable under his stare, but he continued to look into Yoshiki's soul, wondering what he could uncover with his eyes. The layers of Yoshiki's clothing melted away under his gaze and Sugizo looked over his pale, j-rocker skin. "It looks soft," he thought, licking his supple lips. He then remembered that he was supposed to be looking into Yoshiki's soul and began to do so, staring at Yoshiki's soul area. It was red and throbbing and Sugizo watched it pulsate soulfully. What a beautiful soul he posseses, he thought. It emanated with a beautiful light unlike any other soul he'd seen before, and its warm light engulfed Sugizo with a clam feeling. He was already perfectly calm, being one with the Earth, so it had little effect on him. He enjoyed gazing upon Yoshiki's pounding mass, and he absorbed it with his eyes for several moments before finally visually returning Yoshiki's clothes to his body and looking back to his flowering chain.

"Ee? I'm fine, Sugizo. What looks soft?" Yoshiki asked, as apparently Sugizo had actually not been imagining himself asking Yoshiki. "And why are you staring at my neck so intently??"

"Ah, ikimasen." he said, returning to his blooming masterpiece.

"So ka. I've been meaning to ask you for some advice, Sugi-sama..." Yoshiki said, retiring his thumbs to the sides of his hands, which he then folded into his lap, which was the area where his legs met, which were folded under him in a modest Japanese way, which was not required among such close friends, which had been so close for so many years, which had treated their friendship well, which was forged like a sword of pure diamond, which would have to be stronger than any blade present on our Earthly mass of planet, which resided somewhere in our solar system, which had a fiery sun, which was prisoner to the massive universe, which was the size of a marble that had been enlarged to a size so massive that no human brain could even contemplate, which is another word for 'imagine', which is another word for 'contemplate', which is in the English dictionary under 'C', which Yoshiki now thought about before turning to Sugizo and asking, "What should I do about my career?"

"You career?" Sugizo repeated, which means that he said the last part of Yoshiki's sentence again, but back to Yoshiki.

"Yes, my career," Yoshiki also repeated, but this time to Sugizo.

"Your career..." Sugizo said.

"My career," Yoshiki said, nodding. Stopping to pull out his knitting. He began to knit in a way that requires a painful explanation of intricate details, so he was told to stop and he put it away, looking back to Sugizo, awaiting his advice.

"I've been worried about my career for some time. Even after I ----- and was in the band ------, I feel like no one notices me or even knows that I'm a j-rocker. I don't know what to do," Yoshiki explained soulfully to Sugizo, who knew that Yoshiki's soul must be pulsating violently at this time.

"Ah, I see now. I must confess I did not know you were a j-rocker as are we, or that you had even been in any kind of band before. I apologize, but I am not sure there is anything I can do for you now, my child," Sugizo said to Yoshiki solemnly, as though he were the heavenliest of monks, speaking to a peculiar child who had set the village stables afire.

"Ok," Yoshiki said, biting into a fish sandwich.


Part fourteen - Predator

As the amazingly cool j-rockers chatted amongst themselves, laughing where appropriate and smiling when necessary, an unknown party looked upon them from a suspicious patch of nearby bushes, breathing heavily. The dangerous stranger dug grubby hands into a shoulder-bag that bore the intimidating words: "I HEART YAOI". Fat fingers glided over naruto ninja headbands, and numerous volumes of generic manga. The fingers ignored these valuable, but currently unimportant, objects, only stopping once they reached their target, which was nestled between two english romance novels. As they squeezed themselves between Master of Pleasure and The Lady Doth Protest, they grabbed the camera and shot out of the bag to turn it on.

As the camera lens focused on the unsuspecting picnicking snackers, the suspecting observer ejected itself from the bushes suddenly and ran in the direction of the j-rock ultra uberstars.

"Oh my lordy!" the member of some band called Glay (?) screeched loudly so that the others present that were in better bands had to cover their ears and wince, except for tetsu, who for one was not any better than the member who had screeched, and for two could not cover ears, lest he suffered the wrath of his captor and lord.

Rolly was irritated by this very irritated person that always seemed to be around, despite never having been invited and threw an unnamed fruit at his head, proclaiming, "You are really stupid. Rolly-chan doesn't like you!!" He folded his arms and turned away from the unanimously voted idiot, only to see a large mass hurling itself toward the party of eaters.

"Oh my lordy!!!" Rolly screeched. "What the--! What is that thing that seems to be hurling itself at us at the speed of light?!" At this suggestion, the others turned to where Rolly's vision was encompassing such a scene, and encompassed the same scene with their own vision as well.

"Good God! I've never seen one before, but....but I think..." Yoshiki stuttered. "I think THAT IS A FANGIRL!!" He shouted painfully, his voice shaking.

Hyde bowed his head and pushed his sunglasses up, looking grim. "I'm afraid it is, Yoshiki. You wouldn't have seen one before. Though they are not rare, they tend to only hunt the most prominent of the j-rocking species. As a person of unfathomable starpower, I can go few places without being ambushed by these vicious predators. I'm sorry to say our situation is very grim. With a picnic such as ours, it will be hard to escape, and she is already gaining on us." With that he grabbed his shirt over his heart and groaned as though he had been wounded by the approaching fangirl's hungry gaze. "If the situation were different, as the one with the most amazing talent, I would have taken a fall for you, my lesser-studded companions, but it is too late. She has spotted you all and will not let us out of her site." Though the others could not see Hyde's beautiful eyes for the fashionable sunglasses he wore over them they were glistening with emotion, that which his company had never glimpsed before.

However moving and amazing Hyde's speech was, it did not sway the fangirl's legs in their pursuit of the j-rockstars, and as the camera's shudder clicked photos of the picnic party, they gained on the succulent pack.

Gackt began to cry in fear and Hyde put his arms tenderly around the shuttering star, much to Yoshiki's sadness. As he contemplated suicide, the fangirl finally reached them and waved her arms about like the lunatic she was.

"Omgz, I am going to of be needing some autographs yours or else," she spat out in broken Japanese, pointing her camera at each of them and were this picnic in Africa she would have taken each of their souls into her camera a hundred times over.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.

Profiles

YOSHIKI (censored)

Likes: banana splits, cellophane, crawdads, suicide
Dislikes: prostitution, personality, arms, bike shorts, mana
Favorite film: Suicide Club
As the lead of the story, we have many opportunities to get an idea of his personality. However as a person he refuses to leave any impression on the reader and it is unclear exactly what kind of j-rocker Yoshiki is. He has a troubled past, finding his father dead of mysteriously unclear circumstances when he was only five, soon after becoming a child prostitute. He is also plagued with suicidal thoughts after he lost his lover hide seven years ago. Now he looks for meaning in his life, finding nothing and becoming more empty inside every day. He notices himself drawn to Gackt, but feels seven years is too soon to get over hide.

ROLLY (showing his smile)

Likes: glitter, glam, sparkle, wigs, skeletons, plastic surgery
Dislikes: nothing
Favorite film: Suicide Club

Sometimes considered an outcast of the group because of his non-existant popularity, Rolly takes the constant abuse with a smile. He is always chipper and excitable, except when he's not. Sometimes he seems to change personalities, though the megastars fail to notice, due to their indifference toward him. He appears to have an interest in Yoshiki, until he loses his memory after having his head slammed into a fence. Rolly also tends to experience some gender confusion and can often be found wearing old lady's wigs and clothing. He has a mysterious connection to Sugizio. But where do they know each other from?

GACKT (performing arm tricks for his friends)
Likes: knee pads, his magnum, fossils, leather, physical performances, hyde
Dislikes: hockey, furries, bosnia, invertebrates, fingers
Favorite film: Hairspray
Gackt loves to go, and never stops going. All his friends find him amusing and adorable and love his company. Yoshiki especially, who seems to be quite fond of Gackt. Gackt, however, seems to only notice Hyde, his close and personal friend of many years. After leaving Malice Mizer to become a solo artist, he has become burned out, releasing only tacky j-pop garbage. Recently Yoshiki kissed Gackt in order to distract a crazed fangirl, leaving Gackt's head filled with jumbled thoughts of bewilderment.

HYDE (j-rocking to the extreme)

Likes: hyde, fame, sunglasses, being cool, j-rocking it
Dislikes: uncool people, unfamous people/rolly, not-hyde
Favorite film: HYDE: Live in Concert

Hyde is an undeniable j-rocking megasuperstar. He is envied by all his colleagues, particularly Mana, who can't understand why he's so popular, and is always irritated and offended by Hyde's work. Though Gackt has strong feelings for him, Hyde seems to prefer life without Gackt, and is instead more in love with his work/self. Currently working on a new fantastically amazing album, he spends little time with his j-rocking peers, finding it too hard to make the time.

SUGIZO (enjoying nature)

Likes: sunshine, long walks in the park, wildlife
Dislikes: global warming, murderers, people who rape the land
Favorite film: Sound of Music
Acting as the core of the group, the j-rockers always find themselves going to Sugizo for advice and direction. Because of his awesomely successful career they feel comfortable asking him for musical and spiritual guidance. He never fails to aid his friends, and they all hold him dear for that. Even though this is bad fan-fiction, Sugizo doesn't seem to be involved in any homosexual relationships, so far. He is prone to serious bouts of illness, which cause him to disappear from social functions.

SUGIZIO (destroying nature)

Loves: being mean, death, destruction, hate, beatings
Hates: nature, animals, people, love
Favorite film: Faces of Death
A mysterious and malicious figure, no one really knows who Sugizio is, or where he comes from. However, whenever he does make his appearance, he is sure to ridicule and belittle anyone present. Seeming to have little affection for anyone, he always makes it a point to be cruel and impolite. He wears a mask and cape at all times, and no one knows what he looks like underneath this clever disguise. Rolly seems to know more about Sugizio than any of the others, leading them to wonder just how the two know each other.



KÖZI (huh?)
Likes: safaris, cantaloupe, blank, tape
Dislikes: computers, candy wrappers, bikinis, putty
Favorite film: Edward Scissorhands
Rarely saying anything at all, Közi acts as though he has no personality, and, as far as the reader knows, he does not. Not having said a single word throughout the picnic, it makes one wonder if he isn't lying in wait to shout out something that might let us know just who Közi is. Until that happens, however, he remains as silent as ever, keeping his thoughts to himself.

MANA (adjusting his wig)

Likes: torture, obedience, chains, leather, whips
Dislikes: disorganization, hyde, ramen, diapers
Favorite film: House of Pain 7

Mana likes to think of himself as the star of any show. Unwilling to let anyone steal his limelight, he tends to be disapproving of his peers' work. He spends most of his time in his dungeon room, where few people are allowed to enter. As a child he was ruler of the playground and made all the other children his servants. Not much has changed since then, and he is known to always have a slave he pulls along on a chain. Tetsu happens to be his current slave, and has suffered much abuse from him.

HIDE (resting in peace)
Likes: wings, karaoke, pickled onions, being alive
Dislikes: tabloids, compasses, kangaroos, being dead
Favorite film: Angels in the Outfield
Having died of yet unknown events, hide left Yoshiki in a troubled state of depression and desperation. Before his death, he and Yoshiki had had a strong romantic relationship, and perhaps even after. The details of their relationship, however, are presently unknown because there can only be so many flashbacks in one story. While Yoshiki tries to put the pieces of his life back together, hide remains deceased.

TETSU (looking dumb)

Likes: being sat on, lists, bad hair, mana, abuse
Dislikes: bento, music, clean clothes, inner-city children
Favorite film: Win A Date With Tad Hamilton
Always the pathetic individual, Tetsu, is currently serving as Mana's plaything. Ever the follower of the leader, he had no problem settling into Mana's abuse treatment. He makes a halfway ok bench, but prefers to be a chair, which is easier on his back. Currently residing in Mana's house, somewhere underground, Tetsu never leaves home without his collar and chain. This is probably because he would be severely punished if he did. At the time of our story, he is suffering from crippling back pain.

MIYAVI (moping)
Likes: hair dye, piercings, being alone, razors
Dislikes: sunshine, smiling, laughter, sushi
Favorite film: Schindler's List
Always depressing and depressed, Miyavi usually tags along with the megastars. They consider him one of them, but don't talk to him very often because he is so depressing. He was raised by kind parents and went to a respectable private school where he got an expensive education. His parents always supported him, but miyavi continued to be dull and depressing, despite his extremely glorious childhood. He is currently lying face down in the grass for unknown reasons.

MEMBER OF GLAY (thumbs up! chu)

Likes: cool people, pretending to be in a band, air-guitar, writing sad lyrics
Dislikes: being an orphan, bad men who hurt him, rope
Favorite film: The Wedding Singer
Supposedly a member of a band, the Glay member likes to hang out with our j-rocking luminaries. He seems to be present only to choke out annoying lines, and he never misses a chance to praise the stars. Growing up an orphan, he was put into the slave trade at the age of seven and later became a yakuza before (allegedly) breaking into the music scene. The Glay member now claims to write pathetic lyrics for whatever band it is he works in.



ISSAY (401 error)
Likes: ???

Dislikes: ???
Favorite film: ???
No information available for this unknown.

last updated: march 30, 2008

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•••~.

Yoshiki's Picnic - 11

Part eleven - Promise of Life

"Wha-what??" Yoshiki widened his eyes to at least an inch, pointing them at Rolly so that he could look at him with shock. He looked at him with shock. "Do what!? Rolly, you don't mean..."

"Damn it, I mean lets do it!" Rolly grabbed my shoulders and shook them leaving me slightly dizzy. He continued to shake me, causing the breath in my lungs to spurt out of me in gasps. "Rolly! Rolly! You're making me gasp." Yoshiki cried. "I'm sorry Yoshiki-kun. I did not mean to harm you." Rolly said, ceasing his violent shaking of Yoshiki. "Please don't cry because of me I was only excited." Yoshiki coughed a little and sighed. "It is ok. Every one knows that you are excitable any way." Rolly smiled a little and removed his hands from Yoshiki. "Just...forget it. What I said."

But before Yoshiki could reply in any way shape or form to Rolly, there was a loud noise. Yoshiki jumped and squealed loudly in shock as a giant red bus exploded through the sturdy Tokyo fencing crafted by hard-working Japanese soldiers during World War II.

"Dear God!! Holy fuck!" Rolly cried as the bus hurtled through the park, not stopping as it ran a group of park-goers over, sending them flying through the air into the streets of Tokyo where they were once again run over by the busy Tokyo morning traffic. Dirt and grass could be seen flying into the air behind the out-of-control eight-wheeled bus as it ripped through the parklands.

"OH MY GOD NO WATCH OUT" Rolly bellowed as the bus zigged and zagged through the park. It then swerved and began heading straight for Rolly and Yoshiki before screeching to a dramatic and impulsive halt! It revved its engine and Yoshiki turned to the bus and stared it down. His vision was like a camera and it zoomed into the front of the bus dramatically. Thoughts and feelings rushed through his brain at the speed of light as the bus continued to rev its engine threateningly.

The bus jumped into motion, speeding straight for the j-rocker and Rolly. "OH NO HELP US THERE IS A CRAZY BUS IN HERE!! GOD NO. NO, NOT A BUS!! NO WE SHOULD RUN," hollered Rolly as the bus sped toward them. He screamed when the bus did not stop, despite the musicians clearly standing before it. Then Yoshiki jumped to the left and the bus adjusted its angle so that it was aiming for him. He threw his arms out in waiting for the bus and was ready to die.

He thought of hide. This is what hide would want, Yoshiki's mind screamed. THIS IS IT. My time for reckoning has come and I am ready for it. I was born ready for this the day hide died. I am ready bus you can take me a way from this pain I always feel. Like when I was five and this all started when mommy told me that daddy had gone away. Yoshiki wrapped his arms around his body and hugged himself, making it look like he was making out with someone from behind. He'd run to his father after work in the child mill where they'd made buttons and soap out of peculiar hard white sticks that Yoshiki thought looked familiar but never really knew what it was, to find his father standing beside his bed, facing away from Yoshiki. He was exstatic and wanted to tell Daddy all about his day at the factory and how the soap had come out particularly well today. He ran over to his daddy and pulled on his arm, ready to tell him about his exciting day. To his horror, after pulling on his only father's arm, the appendage ripped out of its socket and fell onto Yoshiki. He screamed and tried to push the arm off of him, but his feeble five year old constitution couldn't muster the strength to roll it off of him. He'd sobbed and sobbed as the arm bled onto his little boyshorts and sailor hat which had fallen off with the arm. But it was seventeen hours before his mom got home from the streets to find him and the arm and his dead father (the only one he had). At the funeral she had seemed deranged and slightly crazy. After the priest had blessed his father's corpse his mothered started whooping and guffawing, later urinating on his father's coffin. Later that day he promised his mother he would never make her go through that pain again and that he wouldn't die. She'd laughed and thrown a bottle of whiskey at him.

Wait, that's right. I told her I wouldn't die! He bellowed to his mind. Even if she doesn't care. Even if no one cares! I...I want to....I WANT TO LIVE!

But it was too late. The bus was nearly half a mile away and there was just no time for Yoshiki to jump out of the way or save himself. He was going to die. Now. When he'd finally decided it was time to live his life. For him. For himself. For Yoshiki. And there was nothing he could do. He sniffed and pulled a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose, accepting his oh so cruel fate.

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Yoshiki's Picnic - 10

Part ten - Of Reotards and Fences

Gackt really is the life of every party Yoshiki thought to himself. He stared at Gackt as Gackt did more sommersalts in the air and did the splits a few times. He's so graceful, and he really is very beautiful. Gackt was adorned in clothes appropriate for the warm spring weather. His long leather pants covered his legs entirely and accentuated his manly curves. He wore simple boots to accent the silver leather and wore a leotard under his pants. Gackt had always said he liked leotards because there were so many ways to customize them. Today he wore one with long sleeves and ruffled cuffs. Instead of his usual plain-color leotard, this one bore a large picture of hyde's face on it. It was extremely stylish and Yoshiki looked down at his own clothes regretfully. You just had to make it a boring day, didn't you. GOSH you are so pathetic it hurts sometimes. You are nothing without hide. It should have been you that died, not hide. I HATE YOOUUUU. But he was dead now, and Yoshiki was only dead inside. What others looked up on and saw as a human being, full of life and feelings was only an empty shell of alien intelligence and thoughts. Yoshiki just didn't know anything anymore. He sighed.

Hyde's face on Gackt's chest reminded Yoshiki of Hyde, which led him to thinking about Gackt and the kind of relationship they had.

Do I like him more than a friend? I'm insane. It's only been seven years since hide died. I can't start thinking about someone else just like that. That would be so wrong of me and it would hurt hide so much. But even so, with Gackt? Everyone likes Gackt he's so full of life and has such presence. Yoshiki mumbled to himself.

From the radio someone had brought with them Oasis now began to play. The sound of the cheesy and trashy song filled Yoshiki's eardrums. The noises invaded his brain and made him feel uncontrollable anger and disgust. His brain was dripping with irritation and he dug his nails into his legs. He sprang to his feet and declared he was going to go for a walk around the park.

Some looked up, most didn't bother, but Rolly looked up and said he would accompany him on the walk around the park. Yoshiki said that it was okay, rather wishing he could be alone, but Rolly rolled onto his platforms and walked off pulling, Yoshiki by the arm so that Yoshiki had no choice but to go with Rolly.

And so they began to walk around the park. Yoshiki had been planning to look around for nearby buses so he was rather miffed that Rolly had forced himself on Yoshiki. He hated when he was made to do things against his will and this rape of his privacy was no different from the usual rape that occurred in his daily life. Just because he had lost the love of his life it was no excuse for his friends to come along and rape him one by one. As Yoshiki thought back to all the times he had had something raped from him, Rolly cleared his throat and looked at Yoshiki.

Yoshiki looked over at Rolly and Rolly looked back at him again. They exchanged looks for a few moments, continuing to stare into each others eyes, looking. As they looked they could see each other and so they kept observing each other, not letting a tweet from a bird stop them in their peeping at each other as the other viewed the other back. Yoshiki wondered why Rolly was looking at him and Rolly pondered why Yoshiki was staring at him. They stopped and stared for a while.

Rolly leaned back and half-sat on the fence that made up the perimeter of the park because even though it was a public park open to most anyone though transients were strictly discouraged but that didn't stop them from being around and entering the park where they would look through the rubbish bins seeking a few cents in recyclable material or perhaps their next meal fences looked nice in a park and so they had installed one because it was one of the nicest parks in Tokyo the international city of the world. Nice parks were supposed to have fences. They just were. And so this one did, and it added a certain special charm and refinement to the park so it could be said that it was doing its job because Tokyo wanted to impress the visitors of its park because some people said that a park was a look into a city's cleanliness and so Tokyo was proud of its park and kept it very clean. Last year they had celebrated because the crime rate had been at an all time low and they hoped it would be this year aswell. Though a good record is hard to beat.

He pulled a cigarette out of his marvelously glittering jumpsuit and threw it at Yoshiki's head, who then picked it off the ground and put it in his mouth whereas Rolly then lit it for him. They began to stare at each other silently, Rolly breathing very loudly and audibly.

Yoshiki was confused because Rolly was acting strangely. The usually irritating and loud has-been had been quiet for over thirty seconds and it made Yoshiki feel uneasy. He looked at Rolly, secretly trying to punch a whole in his skull with his eyes, so that he could see what Rolly was thinking. He attempted this for a few minutes, finally giving up when Rolly's skull refused to cave in from the power of Yoshiki's mind and eyes.

The leaning Rolly looked around the park, finally settling his eyes on a moshpit of fighting cats that was directly to his left. He quietly observed the felines and Yoshiki took this opportunity to scan him. Rolly's hair had fallen into his face lending him an aura of allure. So Rolly CAN be attractive, thought Yoshiki, browsing his blonde hair. It looked like it had been a while since Rolly had washed it, and it had been dyed so many times that it looked painful and brittle. He admired Rolly's gaunt face and found it comforting to look upon, gazing on his strange nose and eyes that looked rounder than they should be due to an excess of makeup. He blushed when Rolly turned away from the cat moshpit, catching him in his ogling. Rolly stared at Yoshiki for a few minutes then said something with little emotion.

"Wanna do it?"

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