Hyde sat on the sidelines of the makeshift battlefield, hounding the opposing team and every now and again shaking one of his crutches for emphasis. “Red Team, you’ll never score!” he shouted, pausing to think of what rhymed with ‘score’ before his face split into a huge shit-eating grin and adding, “That’s because Gackt’s a whore!”

Instantly, all play stopped and the paint-splattered men on the field erupted into fits of laughter – Chachamaru actually collapsed to the ground holding his sides. Hyde’s smile only got bigger as he watched the said vocalist’s jaw drop in utter shock.

Quickly dropping his paintball gun to the ground, Gackt pulled off one of his sneakers and chucked it at the injured man, just barely missing Hyde’s head, forcing him to duck to the side. The man on the sidelines joined the others in their laughter before barely missing the other shoe that hurtled just past him.

“Give me back my shoes, you bastard!” Gackt shouted from his ground cover as the battle resumed from where it left off.

“You threw them! Go without, fucker!” Hyde laughed, now waving Gackt's shoes about as trophies of Blue Team's impending victory.