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.
