| A Kamio and Ryoma log with a cameo of Oishi. |
[03 Oct 2004|05:51am] |
Ryoma left the cafeteria area of the RI.Sing building with an armful of Pepsi bottles. Maybe half a dozen balanced in his arms as he moved. He had to walk slowly in case of dropping any, if they fizzed up they wouldn't be useable. The boy shuffled across the foyer past the elevators towards one of the back rooms. The back rooms had no surveillance. Perfect for what he was planning.
Fuming, Kamio threw open the doors and stormed out into the foyer, cursing floridly under his breath. Damn Kirihara, damn his sister... and damn Shinji for... for... for being Shinji. He loved the boy, but must he be quite so bloody oblivious about his surroundings all the time? Really, it wouldn't take much to realise when some idiot was pouring snails down his boyfriend's back as a prank.
Halting mid-curse, he frowned at the sight of a familiar figure making its way past the elevators. What the hell was Echizen up to? Curious, he chose to dart after the younger boy. "Oi Echizen!"
Kamio Akira? The person who had beaten him up a while ago. What did he want? Ryoma turned slightly to face the other boy, a cold stare apparent on his face. "What?" This had been one of the worst nights. He had been forced to come to this dinner with a chirpy girl, spent the beginning of the night with a chirpy boy and then had to stand on stage with an arrogant boss figure. '...and even aozu made enough...' What did he mean by 'and even'.
Ryoma had put so much effort into that song. The lyrics, the music, the cover even. He had poured his entire heart into that song and for the company to just pass it off like that just wasn't acceptable. It didn't matter if they didn't hit record sales, he was able to deliver his music to the society. Ryoma hated people like those RI.Sing heads. They deserved to suffer. And worse yet, his co-writer for the song, someone he thought was a friend, was glaring at him all this night and he had no idea why.
Jeez, once a brat, always a brat. Why did Shinji have to fight over a CD with this one? Oh yeah, because it was Shinji. "Che, you don't have to be so rude," Kamio snapped, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I was just going to ask what you're up to with those pepsi bottles. Drinking that much could give a chibi like you diabetes in five seconds."
"Yeah...I'm too young for alcohol so I'm going to use these to get drunk." He stared at the older boy for a moment before wondering if the older boy actually did think he was just going to sit there in the corner and drink all of it. "I hate the RI.Sing bastards...I'm going to use these to get back at them." His voice was a soft growl as he spoke, his eyes appearing as a predatory feline stalking its prey.
"So what else is new?" Kamio snorted and glanced to the side, eyes narrowing. He had yet to forgive them for replacing Ann quite so fast, without expressing even a glimmer of concern for her state of being. Add that to his current rage at his sister and boyfriend... the redhead whipped his gaze back to Ryoma, eyebrows shooting up. "Get back at them...?"
"Yea.." For a moment Ryoma paused, not knowing what he should be doing. He really shouldn't be telling anybody else about what he had spent most of the night doing. But for that split moment he could almost feel the anger from the other boy. He lowered his guard a moment and mumbled a quiet "follow me."
He led Kamio towards one of the back recording rooms that he had set everything up in. There were empty bottles of pepsi everywhere and lots of glass bottles which were half filled with pepsi. Each glass bottle had a segmented area on the top of it filled with dry ice and a little tab coming out the side which could be pulled so each area could meet. The young boy wandered into the room, sat down and began to work again almost as if he had forgotten the redhead had been invited along.
Crouching down beside Ryoma, Kamio looked around at the bottles with growing curiosity. This was how the Aozu chibi was intending to 'get back' at the RI Sing assholes? With half-empty pepsi-filled glass bottles? He'd give the boy for originality, but he had no idea how these things were going to work as tools for vengeance. Prodding the other boy in the side, the redhead jerked his head towards the bottles. "So, what are these for?"
Ryoma frowned slightly, wasn't it rather obvious? He looked up at the redhead for a moment just to make sure the question was a serious one. He decided to ignore it anyway. "Ne...are you a fast runner?"
Kamio puffed up his chest with pride at the question. "The fastest you can probably find in this whole building," he told Ryoma with great confidence, before deflating and frowning slightly. "Oi, you didn't answer my question."
He still didn't reply as he began packing two bags. One he put all the glass bottles in, and the other he filled with black objects. Those Ryoma will deal with personally. He turned to Kamio, holding up one of the glass bottles. "Pepsi and dry ice. If you contain the two in an enclosed space like this, the pressure will eventually explode the bottle." He pointed to the tab on the side of the bottle. "Pull this to release dry ice into the pepsi. Give it two seconds and then throw it. Make sure you clear the room right after you throw it or you'll get glass splinters on your face." The young boy grinned slightly. "I am going to deal with the upper few levels. You can throw these at whatever you want." He held out the full bag to Kamio. "Just remember to dodge the surveillance cameras."
It took the redhead several minutes to comprehend what the Aozu chibi had just instructed him to do. Clearly, the half-filled bottles of pepsi were some kind of manually created grenades. Whoa, so Science wasn't quite as useless as he had initially thought. While they probably formed the oddest rival-pair ever, Kamio was highly grateful for the chance to wreak vengeance on RI Sing, and a chance to cool down his temper. Not bothering to ask what the other bottles had, he gathered his common-day tools of destruction in his arms and flashed a smirk at Ryoma. "Yaru jyan, chibi," he complimented, even as he turned to head out of the back room. "I think I'll do something about Bunta's office first..."
"Ah...chotto..." Ryoma turned to Kamio for a moment. "You have half an hour. Meet me by the phone box by the entrance as soon as you are done." Ryoma pulled his backpack up on his shoulders and pulled himself up into one of the vents. This was going to be a very interesting night. And he was going to very enjoy it. His eyes narrowed as he climbed his way through the vents.
"Got it," Kamio said, giving the other boy a thumbs-up sign, before marching out of the room, adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of the high-level prank he was about to commit. Bunta's office, let's see, it ought to be the same one Ann-chan used when she was their image advisor. Snickering wildly under his breath, the redhead took to the stairs and upon reaching the floor, darted nimbly round the focus range of the surveillance cameras dotting the ceiling and stopped in front of the office with gold words "Marui Bunta" inscripted on the door.
Serves the moron right for not locking his door tonight. Checking for cameras, he yanked out a tab from a bottle, flung it into the open room and took off, seconds before the homemade grenade exploded, glass shards littering the carpet. Damn, people probably heard that. Mind reeling, he decided he would throw another one in the RI Sing heads' office first before escaping to the floor below lest someone decided to investigate the noise.
Pleased with his accomplishment as he heard the second explosion going off behind him, Kamio sprinted down to the floor below. Too bad he couldn't throw one of these babies in Kirihara's bedroom, now that would be a real laugh. Who else could he unleash these pepsi bottles of doom at... Pausing in a safe spot, he frowned. Maybe Pulltab's competitors? Might as well.
Without putting more thought into the idea, he went about systemically demolishing the offices of both managers and image advisors from the two rival bands with glee.
Ryoma wandered into the party room once again, his steps silent and a cold expression on his face. His golden eyes were slit and they were showing anger and hatred. It was an expression that hasn't been on Ryoma's face since Oishi had taken him under his wing. An expression that Oishi had managed to work away from Ryoma until this point in time. The boy walked up to Oishi...there was something he had to say.
No signs of Eiji... Where could he have gone off to? Ooishi was looking around searching for his boyfriend and saw Ryoma as he was walking up to him. Warning bells went off as he noticed his kouhai's expression.
When he spoke it was soft, careful. "Echizen...?"
The young boy's gaze flickered slightly and when he spoke it was in a cold and sharp tone. However it was spoken in a quiet whisper...for Oishi to hear only. "When the first impact hits...you have ten minutes to run...Then the second impact will strike. Then you have ten minutes to escape the building." Ryoma knew Oishi probably wouldn't have any idea what he was talking about...but that was all he needed to say. His expression remained as it was as he turned from the older boy, his mind set, his emotions steeled and all his anger directed at one object which is now going to fall.
"...What?" Ooishi frowned. "The first impact... What are you talking about?..."
For once in his life, Ryoma ignored his sempai's words. He didn't want to elaborate, elaborating would mean somebody trying to stop his plans, get in the way or possibly revealing his plans to too many people. He kept his emotions distanced as he walked away from one of the most important people in his life as if he didn't care what the other person was feeling. He had to deal with this now...and deal with it he shall in the way he knew best. Ryoma, for the moment, allowed himself to drop back into his childhood persona.
Ooishi stared as Ryoma walked away, puzzled. Now what was that about?...
Dodging more surveillance cameras, Kamio ran down the floor, yanking out tabs and tossing the bottles into random rooms. It gave the redhead a huge surge of power every time an explosion sounded behind him, and he reveled in that brief moment of elation. After using up all the grenades, he then raced to the stairs to head down and meet Ryoma at the meeting point they had earlier agreed on.
"Ne..." Ryoma spoke as he watched the redhead approach. "If there's anybody special to you in that building..." He began dialing a phone number. "You might want to warn them that the building..." He pushed a few more buttons. "Is about to be blown up." And upon pushing the final button, Ryoma paused for a minute and hung up the phone. "They have half an hour to evacuate the building before all structural points are damaged enough for the building to collapse." He leaned against the phone booth with the same cold expression on his face. At this point in time, he was glad that science was one of his favourite subjects in school. Chemistry and Physics. My how those two subjects have become so handy.
Kamio stared at Ryoma, the self-satisfied smirk on his face swiftly changing to one of complete horror when the younger boy's words registered in his mind. God, Shinji! "Shit, why didn't you warn me earlier?" he yelled, then upon realising that waiting for an answer would diminish the time he had in pulling a clueless Shinji to safety, spun on his heel and ran full-out back to the party room. Hopefully the violet-haired boy hadn't disappeared to some unknown corner...
Ryoma pushed his hands deep into his pockets and watched the red haired boy run into the building. Ten minutes until the fireworks began. Half an hour until the building completely dropped into ruin. With the hints that were left behind Ryoma was sure everyone would get out safely, half an hour was plenty of time to dash down a few flights of stairs. He slowly made his way home in the dark of the night, his expression still cold and his emotions still hardened.
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