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"How does he do it???" Teru sratched his head, searching for an easy answer. "Well, I guess he's just a born practical joker." Takuro rolled his eyes to other. He cringed as he turned around to survey the damage before his eyes. Endless white streams of toilet paper covered what looks to be a car. And not just any car. It was Hisashi's car. //Man, Hisashi's gonna murder our little joker when he finds out what he's done now,// Takuro thought as he pulled loose a few streams of the toilet paper from the car. "Eh, don't worry about it Takuro! Hisashi wouldn't kill Jiro for this... Ano, at least I don't think he would," Teru grinned and reassured his friend with a pat on the back. "Well, he'd better not. I've worked too hard for Glay to go down the drain because our lead guitarist decided to kill our bassist for TPing his car." The vocalist sweatdropped. Takuro can be so high-strung sometimes. ^_^' "C'mon, Takuro, let's go find Hisashi before he discovers this mess without a warning from us." Teru headed for the backdoor of their recording studio with Takuro following close behind. They stepped through the doorway and began their search for their blue-haired friend. "I wonder where he could be," Teru mused while peeking in some windows. No, he wasn't in there. Where was Hisashi anyway? "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" Takuro and Teru's head snapped to the direction of the scream. Slowly, they looked at each other and paled. "Oh my god, Hisashi..." Takuro trailed off. "FOUND THE CAR!!" They both shouted together and immediately scrambled for the nearest exit to the parking lot. There couldn't be anything worse than what was happening now until -- "Ahhh! Help me, someone! He's gonna kill meeee!!!" This time, it was Jiro's screaming coming from the scene of the crime. The two quickened their pace and finally made it to the parking lot. They stopped to see a blue blur chasing a yellow blur around the other cars. //Ok,// Takuro told himself, //this is going to stop NOW!// He took a deep breath and boldly stepped in the path of the oncoming chase. Holding out his hand, Takuro stood his ground even though Hisashi and Jiro got closer and closer. "Halt!" he yelled, but the blur didn't show signs of slowing even one bit. He tried again, "Halt, I say!" Takuro couldn't stop them now and it was too late to get out of the way. "Eeep!" he squealed before promptly being runned over by Jiro and Hisashi, who sped off to the other side of the lot, continuing their chase. Takuro laid there on the ground, flat as a pancake complete with imprints of boots and sneakers all over his prone body. Teru stooped down and peeled him off the ground, helping him up and dusting off his jacket. Takuro groaned, rubbing the sores all over his body then spot the blur coming towards them once more. "Oh, my god!," he shouted. "Here they come again! Teru, watch out!" "Huh?" Teru side-stepped right before the blur hit him and reached out, managing to snag Hisashi's jacket. He held on to the fuming guitarist while Jiro hid behind Takuro. "Lemme at him! Let me rip his little head off!" Hisashi growled and struggled in Teru's grasp, trying to free himself. But it was useless and he soon fell limp in Teru's arms, settling for a death glare directed at Jiro instead. Jiro took a peek from behind Takuro and stuck his tongue out at Hisashi, by now, being fully immuned to the other's patented death glare. Seeing that, Hisashi renewed his struggles, surprising Teru and breaking free from his hold. "Ahhh!!" He threw himself at Takuro and Jiro with all of his might, knocking them all down to the ground. Teru stood there, not really knowing what to do but then he took a deep breath and bellowed out as loud as he could. "STOOOOOPPPPPP IIIITTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!" The heap of people on the ground froze. Takuro was in the middle of trying to pry Jiro off him, Jiro was trying to fend off Hisashi, and Hisashi was in the process of choking Jiro -- all in all, it looked like a Twister game gone very wrong. While Hisashi was distracted, Jiro swatted at him, broke free, and scampered over to Teru, holding onto his sleeve. "Teru, Hisashi's gone mad! Make him leave me alone!" He began to sniffle and sob, wiping his eyes on Teru's sleeve. Hisashi's teeth were clenched and Takuro held him back. "Turn off the water works! That brat's just faking it!" "Hey, HEY!" Teru yelled for the second time, by now Hisashi and Takuro were standing, though Takuro still held on to his friend, not daring to let him go. Afterall, he didn't want Jiro getting mauled in the parking lot. Wouldn't be good for the Press to get ahold of that... "Let's move this inside, ok?" Takuro prompted. "It's not good for us to be doing this out in the open..." he looked around to make his point. Thankfully, no one had seen them. With that, Teru escorted Jiro inside the studio, who still clung to his arm and Takuro brought in Hisashi, whom he still held on to for dear life. They all went into the lounge and Teru, along with Jiro, sat down across from Takuro and Hisashi. All that could heard was Jiro sniffling softly. "Now," Teru started, "could all of us just sit down and talk about this like grown men?" He turned to Hisashi. "Do you promise to behave yourself if Takuro lets you go?" Hisashi thought about it and reluctantly agreed. It was the only way Takuro would get his paws off of him. (Wari: Heheheh...) Takuro carefully loosened his grip on Hisashi and moved away, giving his friend some room. "Ok," Teru started again, "Who wants to talk first?" Jiro opened his mouth and immediately closed it after seeing a glare from Takuro. Hisashi spoke up, "It's obvious that's he's trashed my car --" Jiro mumbled, "TP'd not trashed." The annoyed man continued, "TP'd then. Makes no difference to me; you still trashed my car." Jiro pouted and crossed his arm but remained silent. "Look, Hisashi, I'm sure Jiro's very sorry for doing that to your car," Teru said, eyeing Jiro all the while, giving him a look. "Aren't you, Jiro?" The crickets began chirping. "Aren't you?" Teru tried to press the apology out from Jiro.
Jiro slowly reached out to shake Hisashi's hand and was surprised to have the other gently grasp it. He looked up into Hisashi's face and he sure didn't like that smile...it was too sly-looking...like Hisashi had something up his sleeve... //I'm going to have to watch myself around him,// Jiro thought andforced himself to smile. Teru beamed at the sight, then turned to Takuro, "What did I tell you? It's gonna be ok." "Maybe...but I'm not too sure..." He wasn't the only one who caught that smile from Hisashi. "No harm done, Jiro," Hisashi paused, "Just don't do it again." Jiro laughed nervously, "I won't, but is there something I can do to make you forgive me?"He wanted to get on Hisashi's good side, knowing how vengeful he can get. "Well...I'd like it if you'd clean off the toilet paper from my car..." "Done! I'll get right to it!" Jiro said and ran towards the door, heading for the parking lot. "Hahaha..." Hisashi chuckled, sitting down on a chair. Teru and Takuro stared at him with worry. Takuro gulped, "Hisashi, you're not going to do anything to Jiro, are you?" Hisashi took a sideways glance at him, "What possibly makes you think that?" "Um, well...whatever it is you're going to do, don't let it get too serious, ne?" Hisashi carelessly waved his hand around. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Can I be alone now?" Takuro got the hint and pushed Teru into the other room. They never messed with Hisashi when he was in one of his strange 'moods.' "Sure thing. We'll be over here, all right?" "Uh huh," Hisashi nodded and pulled out a cigarette, then the two left him. A smirk appeared on Hisashi's face as he lit the cigarette. //Just you wait, Jiro...You won't know what hit you. Mwahahahaha!!!//
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