[RP Log: The Giant Squid, Fuji, Wakato & Kajimoto]
Rating: PG-13 for Oral
Summary: Wakato and Fuji take to the outdoors to get some planning done out of earshot of other possible prying prefects only to come into contact with the all nefarious Giant Squid. Hilarity ensues along with disgustingly devestating depravity. Say hello to slip sliding slick slime and Incendio's infamous introduction into Fuji's Squid repelling lexicon (followed by the illegal yet clever and closely controlled crucio curse not used in this log, subject to availability, fines, taxes and restrictions may apply.). In short? Oh. Noes.
The Squid of Hogwarts swam back in forth in the lake, leaving no trace behind, not even a ripple on the lake's surface out of forgotten habit. He was just a little bored.The fish were hiding on the other side of the lake, knowing that if they were spotted at the wrong time their lives were forfeit.Deciding to see what the surface-dwellers were up to, the Squid mentally prepared himself for the shock of rising into that thing called air before actually doing so. Carefully maneuvering so that as little of himself would be showing as possible, the Squid let one giant eye surface. It took him a moment to sort out what was what, but soon he was focused on a likely-looking surface-dweller walking along the lake's surface. Sliding silently back under the water, the Squid slowly swam closer until he was mere feet away from the boy, hidden by the murky water.
Fuji kicked lightly at a stone at the lake's shore, a studied movement that looked about as harmless as it wasn't, and skipped out of the way of the wind-stirred waves that lapped the shore. "Really, Wakato," he said mildly, looking back and smiling all the time. "Calling it a military coup is a bit too dramatic, don't you think?" After all. It was just the downfall of one Slytherin's power and as much as he wanted otherwise, Fuji didn't exactly have a military backing him up. If anything, it was delicate political assassination and far more subtle than any gun could ever be. Which was exactly why they were discussing this at the lake's shore, away from any eavesdroppers but for the giant squid, who was less than likely to carry tales. Not many people were going to wrisk disturbing the squid's wrath to enquire, anyway. There were... stories.
"I was just trying to put a name to plot really and it was the first thing I came up with," Wakato commented, tilting his head to the side as he saw ripples in the water that he contemplated were far too large to be from the rock that Fuji had just sent across the surface. "Have you solidified anything further, Syuusuke?" the redhead queried, pausing to get a better look at the bubbles, making themselves more prominent on the lake's surface. "I say - or rather - don't say that's the squid...is it?" he pointed to the suspect... the perpetrator rather because the good lord knows there had been tales since his first day at the school. The kind of stories that had long kept him out of the water even on the warmest of days.
Sensing that his prey had caught onto him, the Squid cursed the bubbles that had given him away. Moving with surprising speed, he was soon close enough to wrap a tentacled arm around the thin ankle of one of the boys. If he had lips, he would surely smile with glee. Admittedly, these things didn't move nearly as quick as fish, but they made the most interesting noises sometimes. Tightening his grip on the one, two more arms slipped out of the water to creep up behind the other boy.
All too quickly Wakato felt as though there were huge, thick, long slugs attached around his ankles. Looking down he noticed that those were in fact tentacles and those were in fact attached to the squid. "Oh," Wakato said quite calmly, almost in a matter of fact tone as he looked up at Fuji, "it appears we've b--EEN CAUGHT BY THE BLOODY SQUID!!!!" he screamed the last part and attempted to flail forward as his feet were tugged out from underneath him. Hitting the ground with a thud he squirmed against the slick bonds and looked up to his house prefect before shrieking at the other boy, "WELL DO SOMETHING!!?!"
Fuji could get entirely behind that sentiment, but he was too busy trying to get out of the grasp of the giant squid to say it. With a bit less malicious glee and a bit too much complete and utter panic, Fuji jumped up with a shriek and stomped on the tentacles that were far too close. Wakato really was too kind for alerting him. Fuji would have to repay that, and get help. Now. From the castle. Still, Wakato was the only one so far that Fuji could call 'Minion who was going to contribute to the downfall of his egoness' for the moment and there were responsibilities. Scrabbling back a safe distance away - grabbing for Wakato's hand and trying to pull him back was just stupid and he was no Gryffindor - Fuji pulled out his wand and tried a few spells.
The Squid was momentarily confused when his arms suddenly seemed to be taking up more room than usual. The confusion cleared once he realized the reason was because he had exactly double as many arms than before. Well, this could only be a good thing for him in the end. The arm holding the captive boy lifted into the air, and he debated whether dunking the noisy part underwater would help. Meanwhile, the other arms were busy darting out of the water towards the boy pointing his stick thing at him. It just wouldn't do to let him toss random spells at him, after all. He was almost too far away, but a little shift had one arm curling around the leg of the boy, curling around the outer skin of him tightly.
Oops. Fuji definitely hadn't meant to do th- OH. HOLY. HELLS. Apologies to Wakato would have to wait because Fuji was having a few problems of his own - or more accurately, sharing in his. He fell heavily on his backside as the tentacle yanked and the girly sounding scream that ripped through the air? Was so not his and no amount of bribary later on would ever have him admit it. Fuji pointed his wand shakily at the tentacle and tried again, hoping that it wouldn't backfire on him this time, when it wasn't just Wakato on the line. "Reducto! Uh... Incendio."
The arms that had appeared grew slightly slimmer with the first spell, then the one holding the boy's leg jerked as fire shot towards it from the end of the stick.There was a ripping sound as the arm slid away and much slime was left behind and the Squid was irritatedly glad he had at least robbed the dangerous one of a lot of his outer skin. He didn't worry about whether he had hurt the boy, as he had seen the outer skin they wore change often.
Lifting his head from the water finally, the Squid settled a baleful eye on the offending boy. The slightly burnt arm was pulled back into the cooling water, and more arms darted towards the boy with the intent on gaining revenge. Meanwhile, the arms holding the other boy had started to industriously investigate their prey, slipping into any openings in the outer skin he could find, curiosity piqued
After watching a semi-epic battle between his prefect and the squid, Wakato was hoping a few of those spells would find their way towards the tentacles that were wrapped around him. However, he found that his prefect was in fact useless for assistance and where the hell was his own wand!? Scrambling for it within his robes he was coming up empty handed left and right only to remember that he'd changed after spilling something on his other set during potions and that his wand was inside those. Well. That meant he was just positively screwed.
Oh... terrible metaphor. TERRIBLE.
"YOU STOP THIS! YOU .. YOU THING YOU!!!" Wakato shouted at the squid, batting at the tentacles that sought access through his clothing as he was hung up in the air. There wasn't much else he coudl do as a different one probed dangerously close to his belt. "I SAID UNHAND ME YOU FOUL BEASTIE!!!" The redhead shrieked, a loud pop resounding as his hand came in contact with a slime slicked appendage.
"Incendio!" Fuji scrabbled back further, casting the spell at the same time. This was not fun. Not fun at all and there were only several spells that he was allowed to use in self-defence that wouldn't either get the Ministry, the Headmaster or the Merpeople out for his blood. Avada Kedavara was flat on out. Accidentally winging Wakato with it would be bad, too. For good measure, Fuji cast another half-dozen Incendios and scrabbled about for what to do now. Find Atobe and sacrifice him instead? Find some hapless Hufflepuff? Or find some authority figure who'd know what to do? The possibilities were endless.
The Squid ignored Wakato's abuse well enough; he was more occupied with the one with the fire fetish. He might have to concede and let this one get away - for now. Giving one last negligent flicking gesture of an arm (he wondered if Fuji realized he'd just been insulted), the Squid let his arms draw back from the boy so slide back into the soothing water. One arm that had been investigating the captive boy's outer skin came up with something that caught his attention. Distracted, the Squid proceeded to investigate a bag of cookies.
Ooooh, Wakato was incensed now. As if he hadn't been irate enough by the molestation, now the damnable thing had taken his cookies too. "No! You give those back this instant! RIGHT AFTER YOU UN-HAN-....UN-TENTACLE ME!" Wakato shouted, hitting at them again. What else was there to do? Shaking with anger or fear or something he let out a shrill scream hoping to stun the squid enough to get it to drop him because nothing else he was doing was working and Fuji was next door to worthless.
Discretion was the better part of valour, or at least it was in Slytherin. Finding an authority figure or a better sacrifice it was - because given that Fuji was free of those tentacles, he wasn't in the mood to get back within range again.
Not without significantly better firepower, anyway.
"I'll go and get help, Wakato! Just hang in there!" Oh. Bad joke. Well, it wasn't like Wakato was in the position to protest, anyway. Fuji waved (not quite cheerfully, he'd swear) to Wakato and began to run (saunter. Slowly) back to the castle.
Flinching slightly, the Squid decided that while most noises his captives made were nice to listen to, this screeching business just would not do. Considering the penchant this one had with trying to strike him, the Squid decided it was a good thing his own skin had grown rather tough over the years (if you ignored the fire). Almost negligently, he wrapped a tentacled arm around the boy's mouth. Happier at the sudden halt to the screeching, the Squid proceeded to dump out the contents of the bag into the water to be examined more thoroughly.
Wakato's eyes widened as his mouth was suddenly full of tentacle. That was not a feeling he wanted to experience ever. And suddenly, flailing was out of the question as well. There was a phrase the American's had... ah yes, 'oh shit.' Pity he was incapable of saying it.
Wakato's girly shrieks had stopped. Fuji wasn't entirely sure whether that was a good thing, a bad thing, or just something that he really didn't want to think about. It certainly wasn't a distance thing, given the pace that he was going and Wakato's lungs.
Like all the legends demanded, Fuji did not look back - not even to get a quick photo - but continued at a steady clip. Where to now? Screaming into the Great Hall? Down to the Slytherin dungeons, to rally up some lackeys? Who would Wakato appreciate seeing him in this predicament?
Fate answered in the form of a meeting between one Ravenclaw prefect and Fuji's nose.
"Ah!" Kajimoto's hands shot up quickly and caught the smaller figure that had run straight into him. He had been on his way to the library when one of Slytherin's prefects had nearly run him over in some hurry. Holding onto one of Fuji's elbows, the brunette balanced himself and looked at the younger student in surprise.
"Fuji… what on earth?" His eyebrows shot up as his initial surprise subsided. Kajimoto finally took in his classmate's appearance and he gaped a little bit at the brunette. He'd never seen the cool boy look like this before. Disheveled, messy, a little flush and… God, what was that slick stuff all over the other prefect? Before he had time to worry about getting the substance onto his own robe, his blue eyes gazed down and frowned. "Fuji, what happened to your pants?" He stared at the missing pant leg.
"... Hello, Kajimoto," Fuji said, composing himself rapidly. "How are you today? I'm very well, except for the fact that the squid seems to have taken it upon himself to greet the students. Have you seen Wakato?"
Well. Perhaps not exactly compose, what with how frazzled he was sounding, but close enough. And Fuji wasn't touching the issue of his pants until he absolutely had to. This did not count.
Shaking his head slowly, Kajimoto responded with a little raised eyebrow, "No… I haven't seen him all afternoon. He told me in he was doing something today. I thought he was supposed to be taking a walk…. With you?" But apparently Wakato wasn't with Fuji because the younger brunette was right here trying to make some kind of fashion statement.
… "Wait," Ravenclaw's prefect blinked suddenly, "did you say something about the squid?" He hid the urge to shiver as a sense of foreboding, unease overcame him. Staring down at his classmate, Kajimoto swallowed and asked slowly, "Have you seen Wakato?" He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to know the answer but asked anyway because it was his responsibility as a prefect and Wakato's friend.
"Oh, yes. There's a reason why you haven't seen Wakato around, right now. Recently. In the vicinity of now. He's rather... tied up." Fuji battled a rather inane giggle, choosing instead to move forward and take a handful of Kajimoto's robes. "Tell me, do you know any virgin sacrifices that wouldn't mind jumping in because Wakato is being molested by the great tentacle monster of the lake."
"Virgin sacrifices?... wait, what?.... Molest?! Wa… Wakato's getting molested?!" Kajimoto would have screeched if his voice had been capable of going that high. It was a good thing he couldn't anyway, because it would have been rather embarrassing to hear the word echo in the long hallways where a multitude of students could hear. With a pale expression full of worry for his friend, Kajimoto reached up and took Fuji's wrist.
"Fuji, you have to show me where." Oh god, what happens if he was too late? The squid was MOLESTING Wakato?! He shuddered at the thought and demanded Slytherin's prefect to lead him back. There was no way he could hear what was happening to Wakato and just walk away.
"It's the Giant Squid. At the lake." Obviously. Fuji's eyes opened for a second to give Kajimoto a hint of a look, because he'd always heard that Ravenclaws were brilliant, but this seemed rather... not. And wasn't reckless dashing in without thinking a Gryffindor trait? "You wouldn't rather have me find a teacher, while you go rushing off to mount defense?"
"I know it's at the lake," Kajimoto spoke with a hint of exasperation. "I just didn't want to run around the entire perimeter of the massive lake looking for them…" He tilted his head and peered curiously at Fuji's behavior. "What's the matter the matter with you anyway, Fuji? Running away?" he shook his head at his own childish taunt because they didn't have time for this. "No, nevermind. I'm sure I'll find the squid along the shallows or I'll just follow the screams to find it." He started to move, hurrying towards the direction of the lake with an apprehensive feeling in his chest. What if it was already too late? "You go ahead and find a teacher then if you want, but come back and help me. I'll see what I can do." Even though they could have both run to find a instructor, Kajimoto could not just tell a professor and wipe his hands of the problem, not when a friend was at stake. He looked over his shoulder and sent Fuji a look that more or less said, "Well? Are you coming or not?"
If Fuji were that type of boy, he'd be rolling his eyes. And weren't the Ravenclaws meant to have the most self-preservation instincts after the Slytherins? You'd hardly think of it to look at Prince Charming running off to defend Hiroko.
Fuji spread his hands helplessly and trotted obligingly after Kajimoto. "Well, since you obviously have some sort of plan to rescue Wakato, and wouldn't go rushing in without one, I'll follow you and help." Obviously. Since haring in would really help.
How was Kajimoto hoping to defeat the squid without resorting to something illegal or likely to get him squashed by the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, anyway?
"I'm still thinking of a plan," Kajimoto muttered as he ran off towards the lake with the other prefect in tow. As he ran through the corridors and out of the castle, his brain raced to find some sort of tactic. God, what was he going to do? He'd heard stories of course and was trying his best to remember. Most of the time, he ignored his dim classmates tales. Most of them turned out to be false rumors of heroic tales against the squid anyway. Kajimoto regretted ignoring them now.
With his robes fluttering behind him, the young Ravenclaw quickly hurried towards the lake and his eyes widened when he almost immediately caught sight of the squid and the redhead… What was the squid doing to Wakato?! He froze for a second just staring at the scene before blinking and trying to gather his wits again. For a moment, he thought he was going to be seriously ill. No wonder Fuji had seemed a little off.
Kajimoto took a deep breath and his mind quickly went through all the information he had catalogued though years of education. Hadn't they briefly gone through this subject before? After a moment's panic, a light bulb finally lit and he turned to Fuji briefly to explain. "You have to tickle it," He almost wanted to hit himself for not remembering this sooner. "God, we learned this in Care of Magical Creatures didn't we?" Or maybe he had just read it somewhere.
"Tickle it," Fuji repeated. Tickle it? When it was clearly doing something nothing like tickling to Wakato, who couldn't even scream and have a hissy fit over what the thing was doing to his clothing. Or his now lack of clothing.
Oh. Bad, bad things awaited at the end of that line of thought. Back on track, now. "How do you suggest that we do that?"
Giving Fuji an odd look, Kajimoto answered plainly as though the answer were quite obvious, "With your fingers? You know… like how you usually tickle people?" He headed toward the large squid with the determination to get Wakato free. "You just…. Grab a tentacle and start stroking it…" He paused for a second, blinked and then quickly added, "With your finger. You stroke it with your fingers… in a tickling motion."
Fuji stopped. Stared. Took a step back. "You go do that, then. I'll wait here and cast a wingardium leviosa when the squid lets go of Wakato, won't I?" That wasn't really a question. Planting his feet down with the air of one who really wasn't going to be moved until the squid was out of tentacle-range, Fuji smiled brightly and drew out his camera. "I'll take the photographic evidence, too."
At the arrival of his two nearest and dearest, Wakato wanted to scream another round of help at them but again found his mouth full of the tentacle, and the slime was really starting to get to him. At first it hadn't been so bad and he'd just tried to imagine it as exceptionally large escargo. However, as the minutes ticked on he could feel it start sliding down his tongue and -- Well, other tentacles were wrapped around his body, poking at his skin while others still examined the cookies that he'd had in his robes and it was all combining to make him feel unbelievably uncomfortable. He was restricted in more ways than he could count and no amount of anything was getting him free. Not to mention the panicking...
It had happened before really and it was bound to happen again but Wakato did it then. He passed out. Unflailing, eyes closing he went a limp in the squid's tentacles and just hung there.
The Squid, no longer distracted by the cookies now that they had melted away in the water, turned its full attention back to Wakato. Unfortunately, the boy seemed to have fallen asleep on him. Briefly debating whether to find out if he were edible, the Squid ultimately decided that no, he didn't really feel curious enough to find out. He had determined that there wasn't much of anything else interesting in Wakato's various pockets, and now that he was asleep there wasn't much amusement to be had there, either.
The thought occurred to him that he could just toss the boy back onto the shore, but before he could do so he spotted two more boys cresting the hill. One he recognized by the missing bit of outer-skin. Had the boy brought him someone else to play with? Cheered, the Squid waggled a tentacle at the two boys.
Kajimoto turned to give Fuji a dirty, suspicious look but immediately turned back as Wakato lost consciousness. His breath hitched and his feet moved automatically, rushing towards the squid with the determination to…. Tickle it. God this was so stupid. He hoped this would work and he hoped it would be over as soon as possible. Approaching the lake, Kajimoto paused and stood at the shoreline as he bit his lip and watched the monster thrash in the water, holding Wakato tightly in a tentacle. The thing was bigger than he remembered and he really didn't want to touch it.
His sense of self-preservation was screaming at him to run away and just leave it to a professional, but… Wakato was there and he couldn't just leave the redhead. What if it was too late by the time he came back? Kajimoto watched at the tentacles swung around waited for an opportune time before rushing towards it and grabbing the one holding Wakato before using his fingers to stroke the slimy surface. Yuck…
Startled, the Squid jerked its arm away. What the hey? No one had tried doing that since the Weasley twins had been around. Swiveling an eye to get a better look at the boy in front of him, the Squid shifted an arm to come up around the side of him to give a sharp poke at the back of a knee.
The Ravenclaw gasped in surprise and almost lost his balance as one of his knees unlocked and threatened to make him lose his balance. He hung on to the squid's limb, refusing to let it go, and tried his best to not shiver in a little fear. The thing was touching him! Working faster, Kajimoto wiggled his fingers a little faster and started to tickle the squid's tentacle, grimacing at the texture but determined to free his friend. God, where the hell was Fuji? A little assistance would have been nice now.
Fuji was currently a good ways away and taking photos. Many photos. Many photos, provided that the subjects in them didn't up and die on him. Speaking of that, perhaps he should be doing something to prevent that from happening.
Tickle the squid. Right. Tickling, tickling... Fuji was sure that he knew a spell for that - which he'd handily forgotten from all that panic until he'd gotten a good dozen photos of Kajimoto stroking the squid - and hey. He did know, come to think of it, without the threat of imminent molestation hanging over his head (and hanging over Kajimoto's, instead). "Titillando!"
If he was startled before, that was nothing compared to now. A tickling feeling was creeping along the Squid's arms, causing him to shiver before trying to shake away the feeling. Unfortunately, this included the arm holding Wakato that Kajimoto was currently clinging to.
Oh god. Kajimoto clung for dear life at the tentacle started to thrash and swing him around wildly, almost making him sick but he held on, just as tightly as the squid was holding onto Wakato. "Fuji!" He shouted in exasperation. It was nice that the other prefect had finally decided to pitch in and help, but Kajimoto didn't want to die in the process. "For god's sake, stop making it thrash!"
Could the other prefect ever be happy? Regretfully putting his camera down - though he'd gotten a few nice shots of that, already - Fuji reached for his wand again and cast a Finite Incantatem. "What would you like me to do, then?"
"Just…. Catch us with a spell if we fall or something," Kajimoto groaned in relief as the wild movements slowed. The prefect wanted to get off this ride now but he wasn't going to give up just yet. Sighing and gritting his teeth slightly, he continued to tickle the squid and hoped the book had been correct or he would have been clinging to the squid trying to tickle it like a fool. The squid had to give up eventually because there was only so much tickling a person (or monster) could stand.
The Squid was very glad to have the tickling stop. Well, mostly. There was still the little matter of the boy clinging to him trying to do he same without cheating and using his wand. Two arms suddenly darted towards the boy with the flashing thing, stopping mere inches away from his face. Frustrated, the Squid decided perhaps these two were too annoying to be interesting. Since the one wanted the sleeping boy so badly, he could have him. Negligently, the Squid suddenly released the sleeping Wakato.
Tentacle! In his face! Fuji backpedelled rapidly, not noticing that Wakato was plummeting to his doom - well. To severe discomfort - until he was a fair ways away. Oh, this was not good. And levitating Wakato was likely to just make the squid catch him again - and Fuji was not in the habit of providing living mobiles to sea monsters. Screwing up his nose in concentration, Fuji brandished his wand once more and shouted out a Bubble-Head Charm.
A glow shot from the end of his wand, streaking quickly low over the surface of the lake, before hitting Wakato and wrapping around his head. Only seconds before he hit the water, a thin bubble of something shimmery wrapped itself around Wakato's head. Well. If nothing else, then at least it was fitting.
Ah! The moment Kajimoto felt the squid's muscles relax and let go of Wakato, he let go, flailing in the air just a bit before hitting the water and wincing as he was soaked. Before he had time to worry about his soaked clothing, he looked around quickly and found Wakato's form… with his head encased in the world's most bizarre bubble… thing. At least he was safe for now. Reaching over quickly, Kajimoto grabbed the boy and pulled him closer before sloshing through the murky water, carrying the unconscious boy towards land. It was a good thing Wakato was small and light. Panting a little, Kajimoto quickly carried the redhead towards dry land and towards Fuji. Wakato was completely slimed including the dribble that was coming out of the redhead's mouth but the Ravenclaw was trying his best to ignore that. The last thing he needed to wonder was if the boy had been violated.
Miffed, the Squid found the remains of one of the cookies that had fallen into the water and chucked the sodden thing at the boy carrying his playmate away. Satisfied at the wet 'plop' as it hit its target, the Squid pulled himself back into the water to try and shake off the remains of the spell.
Just as Kajimoto leaned down to place Wakato onto a soft patch of grass, something wet and mushy hit the back of his head. What the…? He frowned and reached into his hair, feeling something squishy and he was almost afraid to hold his hand back and look to see what the squid had thrown at him. Bringing back his fingers, Kajimoto looked at the mess of brown stuff and … Chocolate chip? What? Where had the Giant Squid gotten cookies from? More importantly, how was he going to get this mess out of his hair?! Even more important, Wakato was still unconscious! He would have reached down to pat the boy on the cheek to wake him up if it weren't for the bubble. Instead, the prefect settled for a light shake to the shoulder.
Shaking shaking shaking shaking what the .. .why was he being shaken? There was a lot of it too, and falling, and he hated dreams where he was falling. Those were the worst, vertigo. Guh. And when had he gone to bed for that matter? He was so sure he'd just been taking a walk out by the lake with Fuji and then...
Cracking one grey eye open, Wakato found his world focused behind the slightly skewed and curved surface of the bubble that had been cast over his face. And just beyond that was ... Kajimoto... and oh God what was in his mouth?! Scrambling to sit up, Wakato's little hands pushed at the bubble around his head and he couldn't make the thing pop and it wasn't glass so it couldn't break but he was breathing just fine!
"AH!" He managed a small choked noise and tried to pull the bubble off but that didn't work either and he didn't want to panic again but he might just if things didn't start working out. Turning to grab at the front of Kajimoto's robes, since he was the closest person, he yelled and only hoped his voice was audible. "YOU HAVE TO RELEASE THE SPELL! NOX! FINITE INCANTATUM! SOMETHING!!" He needed to spit out the slime in his mouth but with the bubble around him that was impossible.
Fuji took the time to snap half a dozen or more photos - though it was hard getting the composition right, with how hard his shoulders were shaking with laughter - before putting his camera down again. And then took it up again to get one more close up of Wakato's face.
Right, no. Really. He was done now. Fuji put the camera carefully into his pocket - there was no way in hell that he was letting that escape - and picked up his wand. The giggling issue probably wasn't going to help with the spell casting, either, but he bravely soldiered on. "Finite Incantatem!"
The bubble disappeared with a soundless pop! Fuji sidled away with soundless steps, content to let the other prefect handle the rest of the scene from a discrete distance. While still in camera range, of course. Perhaps he could make a photobook.
After the bubble around his head was released Wakato took a deep breath and then promptly doubled over forward to empty the contents of his mouth into the grass. Nothing said unattractive and down right disgusting as all bloody hell quite like slime coating the inside of your mouth. "UGH!" and there he slumped over yet again, contemplating blacking out for the better good of things. He seemed to think that being comatose was better than being awake and dealing with this.
Kajimoto was glad Fuji had gotten rid of the bubble as soon as he could. The redhead had been shaking and scream at him enough to make his teeth rattle and his ears hurt. Good god, the thing wasn't soundproof and Wakato was shouting at the top of his lungs just a few inches from his face. He couldn't blame the boy for panicking though. Reaching over quickly as Wakato made gagging noises, Kajimoto slowly stroked his friend's back and waited for his friend to finish. All the while, the Ravenclaw avoided the sight of his friend heaving slime and turned slightly green.
Giving up once he assumed most of the slime was out of his mouth, Wakato collapsed again and laid there on the ground completely still. "You know... I don't... I don't think I ever want to go swimming again," he croaked.
"Not in this lake anyway," Kajimoto spoke wryly and smiled tightly as he reached over and wiped a trail of slime off the boy's chin with the back of his hand, trying his best not to grimace at the feel. "How… how are you feeling?" the brunette winced at the stupid question. Wakato obviously wasn't feeling dandy after that experience. "Maybe we should get you inside and ah… Cleaned up, okay?" Because he doubted Wakato would be able to sleep while he was still covered in slime.
"And it ate your cookies..." Wakato mumbled, pouting as he continued to lay there on the ground. He was sure he could sit up. He just didn't trust himself to, and he really didn't trust himself to walk all the way to the castle and to the dorms... it seemed like such a long ways.
"My… cookies? I don't have any cookies though…" Kajimoto frowned in confusion and blinked as he remembered the mushy cookies that had clumped into his hair. "Well the squid didn't eat it... Not all of it. I have some of it in my hair." Looks like Wakato wasn't the only one that needed a bath. Reaching down, Kajimoto gave a sheepish look and tried to help the redhead up.
"No... no I made those cookies for you but the squid ate them," Wakato said quietly as he was helped up, and then proceeded to wobble. His robes were heavy with water weight and his knees were already weak from the fall and being thrashed around. "Can I..." he swallowed his already bruised pride down, "can I get you to help me?"
Kajimoto blinked in surprised and hurriedly helped the boy up, throwing Wakato's arm over his shoulders to support the boy's weight. There was no way he was going to take Wakato to the regular bath where any student could walk in and see the redhead in this shape. Pursing his lips in thought, he quickly turned to Fuji who was standing there brandishing what suspiciously looked like a camera. "I'm going to take Wakato to the baths since he can't go on his own. Is that okay? Or would you rather go with your housemate?"
"Oh, no," Fuji said cheerfully. "I think you can do it. Wakato mentioned that he wanted to talk to you, anyway." Or, he had now. "I'll go and inform all the proper authorities." And go hide his camera somewhere safe, until he could develop the photos. "Off you go, now. Shoo."
Nodding quickly, Kajimoto half-carried the small redhead to the prefect's bath. He wasn't sure if it was against the rules or not, but as long as Wakato was under a prefect's supervision, it would be okay, right? It was still daytime and there were students still bustling around the castle. He didn't want his classmates to see Wakato in this condition. The prefect's bathroom was the only way to go if he wanted a little privacy. Giving Fuji one last look, Kajimoto quickly helped his friend back into the castle and as far from the squid as possible somewhere Wakato was likely to want to be away from for a long time to come.
Summary: Wakato and Fuji take to the outdoors to get some planning done out of earshot of other possible prying prefects only to come into contact with the all nefarious Giant Squid. Hilarity ensues along with disgustingly devestating depravity. Say hello to slip sliding slick slime and Incendio's infamous introduction into Fuji's Squid repelling lexicon (followed by the illegal yet clever and closely controlled crucio curse not used in this log, subject to availability, fines, taxes and restrictions may apply.). In short? Oh. Noes.
The Squid of Hogwarts swam back in forth in the lake, leaving no trace behind, not even a ripple on the lake's surface out of forgotten habit. He was just a little bored.The fish were hiding on the other side of the lake, knowing that if they were spotted at the wrong time their lives were forfeit.Deciding to see what the surface-dwellers were up to, the Squid mentally prepared himself for the shock of rising into that thing called air before actually doing so. Carefully maneuvering so that as little of himself would be showing as possible, the Squid let one giant eye surface. It took him a moment to sort out what was what, but soon he was focused on a likely-looking surface-dweller walking along the lake's surface. Sliding silently back under the water, the Squid slowly swam closer until he was mere feet away from the boy, hidden by the murky water.
Fuji kicked lightly at a stone at the lake's shore, a studied movement that looked about as harmless as it wasn't, and skipped out of the way of the wind-stirred waves that lapped the shore. "Really, Wakato," he said mildly, looking back and smiling all the time. "Calling it a military coup is a bit too dramatic, don't you think?" After all. It was just the downfall of one Slytherin's power and as much as he wanted otherwise, Fuji didn't exactly have a military backing him up. If anything, it was delicate political assassination and far more subtle than any gun could ever be. Which was exactly why they were discussing this at the lake's shore, away from any eavesdroppers but for the giant squid, who was less than likely to carry tales. Not many people were going to wrisk disturbing the squid's wrath to enquire, anyway. There were... stories.
"I was just trying to put a name to plot really and it was the first thing I came up with," Wakato commented, tilting his head to the side as he saw ripples in the water that he contemplated were far too large to be from the rock that Fuji had just sent across the surface. "Have you solidified anything further, Syuusuke?" the redhead queried, pausing to get a better look at the bubbles, making themselves more prominent on the lake's surface. "I say - or rather - don't say that's the squid...is it?" he pointed to the suspect... the perpetrator rather because the good lord knows there had been tales since his first day at the school. The kind of stories that had long kept him out of the water even on the warmest of days.
Sensing that his prey had caught onto him, the Squid cursed the bubbles that had given him away. Moving with surprising speed, he was soon close enough to wrap a tentacled arm around the thin ankle of one of the boys. If he had lips, he would surely smile with glee. Admittedly, these things didn't move nearly as quick as fish, but they made the most interesting noises sometimes. Tightening his grip on the one, two more arms slipped out of the water to creep up behind the other boy.
All too quickly Wakato felt as though there were huge, thick, long slugs attached around his ankles. Looking down he noticed that those were in fact tentacles and those were in fact attached to the squid. "Oh," Wakato said quite calmly, almost in a matter of fact tone as he looked up at Fuji, "it appears we've b--EEN CAUGHT BY THE BLOODY SQUID!!!!" he screamed the last part and attempted to flail forward as his feet were tugged out from underneath him. Hitting the ground with a thud he squirmed against the slick bonds and looked up to his house prefect before shrieking at the other boy, "WELL DO SOMETHING!!?!"
Fuji could get entirely behind that sentiment, but he was too busy trying to get out of the grasp of the giant squid to say it. With a bit less malicious glee and a bit too much complete and utter panic, Fuji jumped up with a shriek and stomped on the tentacles that were far too close. Wakato really was too kind for alerting him. Fuji would have to repay that, and get help. Now. From the castle. Still, Wakato was the only one so far that Fuji could call 'Minion who was going to contribute to the downfall of his egoness' for the moment and there were responsibilities. Scrabbling back a safe distance away - grabbing for Wakato's hand and trying to pull him back was just stupid and he was no Gryffindor - Fuji pulled out his wand and tried a few spells.
The Squid was momentarily confused when his arms suddenly seemed to be taking up more room than usual. The confusion cleared once he realized the reason was because he had exactly double as many arms than before. Well, this could only be a good thing for him in the end. The arm holding the captive boy lifted into the air, and he debated whether dunking the noisy part underwater would help. Meanwhile, the other arms were busy darting out of the water towards the boy pointing his stick thing at him. It just wouldn't do to let him toss random spells at him, after all. He was almost too far away, but a little shift had one arm curling around the leg of the boy, curling around the outer skin of him tightly.
Oops. Fuji definitely hadn't meant to do th- OH. HOLY. HELLS. Apologies to Wakato would have to wait because Fuji was having a few problems of his own - or more accurately, sharing in his. He fell heavily on his backside as the tentacle yanked and the girly sounding scream that ripped through the air? Was so not his and no amount of bribary later on would ever have him admit it. Fuji pointed his wand shakily at the tentacle and tried again, hoping that it wouldn't backfire on him this time, when it wasn't just Wakato on the line. "Reducto! Uh... Incendio."
The arms that had appeared grew slightly slimmer with the first spell, then the one holding the boy's leg jerked as fire shot towards it from the end of the stick.There was a ripping sound as the arm slid away and much slime was left behind and the Squid was irritatedly glad he had at least robbed the dangerous one of a lot of his outer skin. He didn't worry about whether he had hurt the boy, as he had seen the outer skin they wore change often.
Lifting his head from the water finally, the Squid settled a baleful eye on the offending boy. The slightly burnt arm was pulled back into the cooling water, and more arms darted towards the boy with the intent on gaining revenge. Meanwhile, the arms holding the other boy had started to industriously investigate their prey, slipping into any openings in the outer skin he could find, curiosity piqued
After watching a semi-epic battle between his prefect and the squid, Wakato was hoping a few of those spells would find their way towards the tentacles that were wrapped around him. However, he found that his prefect was in fact useless for assistance and where the hell was his own wand!? Scrambling for it within his robes he was coming up empty handed left and right only to remember that he'd changed after spilling something on his other set during potions and that his wand was inside those. Well. That meant he was just positively screwed.
Oh... terrible metaphor. TERRIBLE.
"YOU STOP THIS! YOU .. YOU THING YOU!!!" Wakato shouted at the squid, batting at the tentacles that sought access through his clothing as he was hung up in the air. There wasn't much else he coudl do as a different one probed dangerously close to his belt. "I SAID UNHAND ME YOU FOUL BEASTIE!!!" The redhead shrieked, a loud pop resounding as his hand came in contact with a slime slicked appendage.
"Incendio!" Fuji scrabbled back further, casting the spell at the same time. This was not fun. Not fun at all and there were only several spells that he was allowed to use in self-defence that wouldn't either get the Ministry, the Headmaster or the Merpeople out for his blood. Avada Kedavara was flat on out. Accidentally winging Wakato with it would be bad, too. For good measure, Fuji cast another half-dozen Incendios and scrabbled about for what to do now. Find Atobe and sacrifice him instead? Find some hapless Hufflepuff? Or find some authority figure who'd know what to do? The possibilities were endless.
The Squid ignored Wakato's abuse well enough; he was more occupied with the one with the fire fetish. He might have to concede and let this one get away - for now. Giving one last negligent flicking gesture of an arm (he wondered if Fuji realized he'd just been insulted), the Squid let his arms draw back from the boy so slide back into the soothing water. One arm that had been investigating the captive boy's outer skin came up with something that caught his attention. Distracted, the Squid proceeded to investigate a bag of cookies.
Ooooh, Wakato was incensed now. As if he hadn't been irate enough by the molestation, now the damnable thing had taken his cookies too. "No! You give those back this instant! RIGHT AFTER YOU UN-HAN-....UN-TENTACLE ME!" Wakato shouted, hitting at them again. What else was there to do? Shaking with anger or fear or something he let out a shrill scream hoping to stun the squid enough to get it to drop him because nothing else he was doing was working and Fuji was next door to worthless.
Discretion was the better part of valour, or at least it was in Slytherin. Finding an authority figure or a better sacrifice it was - because given that Fuji was free of those tentacles, he wasn't in the mood to get back within range again.
Not without significantly better firepower, anyway.
"I'll go and get help, Wakato! Just hang in there!" Oh. Bad joke. Well, it wasn't like Wakato was in the position to protest, anyway. Fuji waved (not quite cheerfully, he'd swear) to Wakato and began to run (saunter. Slowly) back to the castle.
Flinching slightly, the Squid decided that while most noises his captives made were nice to listen to, this screeching business just would not do. Considering the penchant this one had with trying to strike him, the Squid decided it was a good thing his own skin had grown rather tough over the years (if you ignored the fire). Almost negligently, he wrapped a tentacled arm around the boy's mouth. Happier at the sudden halt to the screeching, the Squid proceeded to dump out the contents of the bag into the water to be examined more thoroughly.
Wakato's eyes widened as his mouth was suddenly full of tentacle. That was not a feeling he wanted to experience ever. And suddenly, flailing was out of the question as well. There was a phrase the American's had... ah yes, 'oh shit.' Pity he was incapable of saying it.
Wakato's girly shrieks had stopped. Fuji wasn't entirely sure whether that was a good thing, a bad thing, or just something that he really didn't want to think about. It certainly wasn't a distance thing, given the pace that he was going and Wakato's lungs.
Like all the legends demanded, Fuji did not look back - not even to get a quick photo - but continued at a steady clip. Where to now? Screaming into the Great Hall? Down to the Slytherin dungeons, to rally up some lackeys? Who would Wakato appreciate seeing him in this predicament?
Fate answered in the form of a meeting between one Ravenclaw prefect and Fuji's nose.
"Ah!" Kajimoto's hands shot up quickly and caught the smaller figure that had run straight into him. He had been on his way to the library when one of Slytherin's prefects had nearly run him over in some hurry. Holding onto one of Fuji's elbows, the brunette balanced himself and looked at the younger student in surprise.
"Fuji… what on earth?" His eyebrows shot up as his initial surprise subsided. Kajimoto finally took in his classmate's appearance and he gaped a little bit at the brunette. He'd never seen the cool boy look like this before. Disheveled, messy, a little flush and… God, what was that slick stuff all over the other prefect? Before he had time to worry about getting the substance onto his own robe, his blue eyes gazed down and frowned. "Fuji, what happened to your pants?" He stared at the missing pant leg.
"... Hello, Kajimoto," Fuji said, composing himself rapidly. "How are you today? I'm very well, except for the fact that the squid seems to have taken it upon himself to greet the students. Have you seen Wakato?"
Well. Perhaps not exactly compose, what with how frazzled he was sounding, but close enough. And Fuji wasn't touching the issue of his pants until he absolutely had to. This did not count.
Shaking his head slowly, Kajimoto responded with a little raised eyebrow, "No… I haven't seen him all afternoon. He told me in he was doing something today. I thought he was supposed to be taking a walk…. With you?" But apparently Wakato wasn't with Fuji because the younger brunette was right here trying to make some kind of fashion statement.
… "Wait," Ravenclaw's prefect blinked suddenly, "did you say something about the squid?" He hid the urge to shiver as a sense of foreboding, unease overcame him. Staring down at his classmate, Kajimoto swallowed and asked slowly, "Have you seen Wakato?" He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to know the answer but asked anyway because it was his responsibility as a prefect and Wakato's friend.
"Oh, yes. There's a reason why you haven't seen Wakato around, right now. Recently. In the vicinity of now. He's rather... tied up." Fuji battled a rather inane giggle, choosing instead to move forward and take a handful of Kajimoto's robes. "Tell me, do you know any virgin sacrifices that wouldn't mind jumping in because Wakato is being molested by the great tentacle monster of the lake."
"Virgin sacrifices?... wait, what?.... Molest?! Wa… Wakato's getting molested?!" Kajimoto would have screeched if his voice had been capable of going that high. It was a good thing he couldn't anyway, because it would have been rather embarrassing to hear the word echo in the long hallways where a multitude of students could hear. With a pale expression full of worry for his friend, Kajimoto reached up and took Fuji's wrist.
"Fuji, you have to show me where." Oh god, what happens if he was too late? The squid was MOLESTING Wakato?! He shuddered at the thought and demanded Slytherin's prefect to lead him back. There was no way he could hear what was happening to Wakato and just walk away.
"It's the Giant Squid. At the lake." Obviously. Fuji's eyes opened for a second to give Kajimoto a hint of a look, because he'd always heard that Ravenclaws were brilliant, but this seemed rather... not. And wasn't reckless dashing in without thinking a Gryffindor trait? "You wouldn't rather have me find a teacher, while you go rushing off to mount defense?"
"I know it's at the lake," Kajimoto spoke with a hint of exasperation. "I just didn't want to run around the entire perimeter of the massive lake looking for them…" He tilted his head and peered curiously at Fuji's behavior. "What's the matter the matter with you anyway, Fuji? Running away?" he shook his head at his own childish taunt because they didn't have time for this. "No, nevermind. I'm sure I'll find the squid along the shallows or I'll just follow the screams to find it." He started to move, hurrying towards the direction of the lake with an apprehensive feeling in his chest. What if it was already too late? "You go ahead and find a teacher then if you want, but come back and help me. I'll see what I can do." Even though they could have both run to find a instructor, Kajimoto could not just tell a professor and wipe his hands of the problem, not when a friend was at stake. He looked over his shoulder and sent Fuji a look that more or less said, "Well? Are you coming or not?"
If Fuji were that type of boy, he'd be rolling his eyes. And weren't the Ravenclaws meant to have the most self-preservation instincts after the Slytherins? You'd hardly think of it to look at Prince Charming running off to defend Hiroko.
Fuji spread his hands helplessly and trotted obligingly after Kajimoto. "Well, since you obviously have some sort of plan to rescue Wakato, and wouldn't go rushing in without one, I'll follow you and help." Obviously. Since haring in would really help.
How was Kajimoto hoping to defeat the squid without resorting to something illegal or likely to get him squashed by the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, anyway?
"I'm still thinking of a plan," Kajimoto muttered as he ran off towards the lake with the other prefect in tow. As he ran through the corridors and out of the castle, his brain raced to find some sort of tactic. God, what was he going to do? He'd heard stories of course and was trying his best to remember. Most of the time, he ignored his dim classmates tales. Most of them turned out to be false rumors of heroic tales against the squid anyway. Kajimoto regretted ignoring them now.
With his robes fluttering behind him, the young Ravenclaw quickly hurried towards the lake and his eyes widened when he almost immediately caught sight of the squid and the redhead… What was the squid doing to Wakato?! He froze for a second just staring at the scene before blinking and trying to gather his wits again. For a moment, he thought he was going to be seriously ill. No wonder Fuji had seemed a little off.
Kajimoto took a deep breath and his mind quickly went through all the information he had catalogued though years of education. Hadn't they briefly gone through this subject before? After a moment's panic, a light bulb finally lit and he turned to Fuji briefly to explain. "You have to tickle it," He almost wanted to hit himself for not remembering this sooner. "God, we learned this in Care of Magical Creatures didn't we?" Or maybe he had just read it somewhere.
"Tickle it," Fuji repeated. Tickle it? When it was clearly doing something nothing like tickling to Wakato, who couldn't even scream and have a hissy fit over what the thing was doing to his clothing. Or his now lack of clothing.
Oh. Bad, bad things awaited at the end of that line of thought. Back on track, now. "How do you suggest that we do that?"
Giving Fuji an odd look, Kajimoto answered plainly as though the answer were quite obvious, "With your fingers? You know… like how you usually tickle people?" He headed toward the large squid with the determination to get Wakato free. "You just…. Grab a tentacle and start stroking it…" He paused for a second, blinked and then quickly added, "With your finger. You stroke it with your fingers… in a tickling motion."
Fuji stopped. Stared. Took a step back. "You go do that, then. I'll wait here and cast a wingardium leviosa when the squid lets go of Wakato, won't I?" That wasn't really a question. Planting his feet down with the air of one who really wasn't going to be moved until the squid was out of tentacle-range, Fuji smiled brightly and drew out his camera. "I'll take the photographic evidence, too."
At the arrival of his two nearest and dearest, Wakato wanted to scream another round of help at them but again found his mouth full of the tentacle, and the slime was really starting to get to him. At first it hadn't been so bad and he'd just tried to imagine it as exceptionally large escargo. However, as the minutes ticked on he could feel it start sliding down his tongue and -- Well, other tentacles were wrapped around his body, poking at his skin while others still examined the cookies that he'd had in his robes and it was all combining to make him feel unbelievably uncomfortable. He was restricted in more ways than he could count and no amount of anything was getting him free. Not to mention the panicking...
It had happened before really and it was bound to happen again but Wakato did it then. He passed out. Unflailing, eyes closing he went a limp in the squid's tentacles and just hung there.
The Squid, no longer distracted by the cookies now that they had melted away in the water, turned its full attention back to Wakato. Unfortunately, the boy seemed to have fallen asleep on him. Briefly debating whether to find out if he were edible, the Squid ultimately decided that no, he didn't really feel curious enough to find out. He had determined that there wasn't much of anything else interesting in Wakato's various pockets, and now that he was asleep there wasn't much amusement to be had there, either.
The thought occurred to him that he could just toss the boy back onto the shore, but before he could do so he spotted two more boys cresting the hill. One he recognized by the missing bit of outer-skin. Had the boy brought him someone else to play with? Cheered, the Squid waggled a tentacle at the two boys.
Kajimoto turned to give Fuji a dirty, suspicious look but immediately turned back as Wakato lost consciousness. His breath hitched and his feet moved automatically, rushing towards the squid with the determination to…. Tickle it. God this was so stupid. He hoped this would work and he hoped it would be over as soon as possible. Approaching the lake, Kajimoto paused and stood at the shoreline as he bit his lip and watched the monster thrash in the water, holding Wakato tightly in a tentacle. The thing was bigger than he remembered and he really didn't want to touch it.
His sense of self-preservation was screaming at him to run away and just leave it to a professional, but… Wakato was there and he couldn't just leave the redhead. What if it was too late by the time he came back? Kajimoto watched at the tentacles swung around waited for an opportune time before rushing towards it and grabbing the one holding Wakato before using his fingers to stroke the slimy surface. Yuck…
Startled, the Squid jerked its arm away. What the hey? No one had tried doing that since the Weasley twins had been around. Swiveling an eye to get a better look at the boy in front of him, the Squid shifted an arm to come up around the side of him to give a sharp poke at the back of a knee.
The Ravenclaw gasped in surprise and almost lost his balance as one of his knees unlocked and threatened to make him lose his balance. He hung on to the squid's limb, refusing to let it go, and tried his best to not shiver in a little fear. The thing was touching him! Working faster, Kajimoto wiggled his fingers a little faster and started to tickle the squid's tentacle, grimacing at the texture but determined to free his friend. God, where the hell was Fuji? A little assistance would have been nice now.
Fuji was currently a good ways away and taking photos. Many photos. Many photos, provided that the subjects in them didn't up and die on him. Speaking of that, perhaps he should be doing something to prevent that from happening.
Tickle the squid. Right. Tickling, tickling... Fuji was sure that he knew a spell for that - which he'd handily forgotten from all that panic until he'd gotten a good dozen photos of Kajimoto stroking the squid - and hey. He did know, come to think of it, without the threat of imminent molestation hanging over his head (and hanging over Kajimoto's, instead). "Titillando!"
If he was startled before, that was nothing compared to now. A tickling feeling was creeping along the Squid's arms, causing him to shiver before trying to shake away the feeling. Unfortunately, this included the arm holding Wakato that Kajimoto was currently clinging to.
Oh god. Kajimoto clung for dear life at the tentacle started to thrash and swing him around wildly, almost making him sick but he held on, just as tightly as the squid was holding onto Wakato. "Fuji!" He shouted in exasperation. It was nice that the other prefect had finally decided to pitch in and help, but Kajimoto didn't want to die in the process. "For god's sake, stop making it thrash!"
Could the other prefect ever be happy? Regretfully putting his camera down - though he'd gotten a few nice shots of that, already - Fuji reached for his wand again and cast a Finite Incantatem. "What would you like me to do, then?"
"Just…. Catch us with a spell if we fall or something," Kajimoto groaned in relief as the wild movements slowed. The prefect wanted to get off this ride now but he wasn't going to give up just yet. Sighing and gritting his teeth slightly, he continued to tickle the squid and hoped the book had been correct or he would have been clinging to the squid trying to tickle it like a fool. The squid had to give up eventually because there was only so much tickling a person (or monster) could stand.
The Squid was very glad to have the tickling stop. Well, mostly. There was still the little matter of the boy clinging to him trying to do he same without cheating and using his wand. Two arms suddenly darted towards the boy with the flashing thing, stopping mere inches away from his face. Frustrated, the Squid decided perhaps these two were too annoying to be interesting. Since the one wanted the sleeping boy so badly, he could have him. Negligently, the Squid suddenly released the sleeping Wakato.
Tentacle! In his face! Fuji backpedelled rapidly, not noticing that Wakato was plummeting to his doom - well. To severe discomfort - until he was a fair ways away. Oh, this was not good. And levitating Wakato was likely to just make the squid catch him again - and Fuji was not in the habit of providing living mobiles to sea monsters. Screwing up his nose in concentration, Fuji brandished his wand once more and shouted out a Bubble-Head Charm.
A glow shot from the end of his wand, streaking quickly low over the surface of the lake, before hitting Wakato and wrapping around his head. Only seconds before he hit the water, a thin bubble of something shimmery wrapped itself around Wakato's head. Well. If nothing else, then at least it was fitting.
Ah! The moment Kajimoto felt the squid's muscles relax and let go of Wakato, he let go, flailing in the air just a bit before hitting the water and wincing as he was soaked. Before he had time to worry about his soaked clothing, he looked around quickly and found Wakato's form… with his head encased in the world's most bizarre bubble… thing. At least he was safe for now. Reaching over quickly, Kajimoto grabbed the boy and pulled him closer before sloshing through the murky water, carrying the unconscious boy towards land. It was a good thing Wakato was small and light. Panting a little, Kajimoto quickly carried the redhead towards dry land and towards Fuji. Wakato was completely slimed including the dribble that was coming out of the redhead's mouth but the Ravenclaw was trying his best to ignore that. The last thing he needed to wonder was if the boy had been violated.
Miffed, the Squid found the remains of one of the cookies that had fallen into the water and chucked the sodden thing at the boy carrying his playmate away. Satisfied at the wet 'plop' as it hit its target, the Squid pulled himself back into the water to try and shake off the remains of the spell.
Just as Kajimoto leaned down to place Wakato onto a soft patch of grass, something wet and mushy hit the back of his head. What the…? He frowned and reached into his hair, feeling something squishy and he was almost afraid to hold his hand back and look to see what the squid had thrown at him. Bringing back his fingers, Kajimoto looked at the mess of brown stuff and … Chocolate chip? What? Where had the Giant Squid gotten cookies from? More importantly, how was he going to get this mess out of his hair?! Even more important, Wakato was still unconscious! He would have reached down to pat the boy on the cheek to wake him up if it weren't for the bubble. Instead, the prefect settled for a light shake to the shoulder.
Shaking shaking shaking shaking what the .. .why was he being shaken? There was a lot of it too, and falling, and he hated dreams where he was falling. Those were the worst, vertigo. Guh. And when had he gone to bed for that matter? He was so sure he'd just been taking a walk out by the lake with Fuji and then...
Cracking one grey eye open, Wakato found his world focused behind the slightly skewed and curved surface of the bubble that had been cast over his face. And just beyond that was ... Kajimoto... and oh God what was in his mouth?! Scrambling to sit up, Wakato's little hands pushed at the bubble around his head and he couldn't make the thing pop and it wasn't glass so it couldn't break but he was breathing just fine!
"AH!" He managed a small choked noise and tried to pull the bubble off but that didn't work either and he didn't want to panic again but he might just if things didn't start working out. Turning to grab at the front of Kajimoto's robes, since he was the closest person, he yelled and only hoped his voice was audible. "YOU HAVE TO RELEASE THE SPELL! NOX! FINITE INCANTATUM! SOMETHING!!" He needed to spit out the slime in his mouth but with the bubble around him that was impossible.
Fuji took the time to snap half a dozen or more photos - though it was hard getting the composition right, with how hard his shoulders were shaking with laughter - before putting his camera down again. And then took it up again to get one more close up of Wakato's face.
Right, no. Really. He was done now. Fuji put the camera carefully into his pocket - there was no way in hell that he was letting that escape - and picked up his wand. The giggling issue probably wasn't going to help with the spell casting, either, but he bravely soldiered on. "Finite Incantatem!"
The bubble disappeared with a soundless pop! Fuji sidled away with soundless steps, content to let the other prefect handle the rest of the scene from a discrete distance. While still in camera range, of course. Perhaps he could make a photobook.
After the bubble around his head was released Wakato took a deep breath and then promptly doubled over forward to empty the contents of his mouth into the grass. Nothing said unattractive and down right disgusting as all bloody hell quite like slime coating the inside of your mouth. "UGH!" and there he slumped over yet again, contemplating blacking out for the better good of things. He seemed to think that being comatose was better than being awake and dealing with this.
Kajimoto was glad Fuji had gotten rid of the bubble as soon as he could. The redhead had been shaking and scream at him enough to make his teeth rattle and his ears hurt. Good god, the thing wasn't soundproof and Wakato was shouting at the top of his lungs just a few inches from his face. He couldn't blame the boy for panicking though. Reaching over quickly as Wakato made gagging noises, Kajimoto slowly stroked his friend's back and waited for his friend to finish. All the while, the Ravenclaw avoided the sight of his friend heaving slime and turned slightly green.
Giving up once he assumed most of the slime was out of his mouth, Wakato collapsed again and laid there on the ground completely still. "You know... I don't... I don't think I ever want to go swimming again," he croaked.
"Not in this lake anyway," Kajimoto spoke wryly and smiled tightly as he reached over and wiped a trail of slime off the boy's chin with the back of his hand, trying his best not to grimace at the feel. "How… how are you feeling?" the brunette winced at the stupid question. Wakato obviously wasn't feeling dandy after that experience. "Maybe we should get you inside and ah… Cleaned up, okay?" Because he doubted Wakato would be able to sleep while he was still covered in slime.
"And it ate your cookies..." Wakato mumbled, pouting as he continued to lay there on the ground. He was sure he could sit up. He just didn't trust himself to, and he really didn't trust himself to walk all the way to the castle and to the dorms... it seemed like such a long ways.
"My… cookies? I don't have any cookies though…" Kajimoto frowned in confusion and blinked as he remembered the mushy cookies that had clumped into his hair. "Well the squid didn't eat it... Not all of it. I have some of it in my hair." Looks like Wakato wasn't the only one that needed a bath. Reaching down, Kajimoto gave a sheepish look and tried to help the redhead up.
"No... no I made those cookies for you but the squid ate them," Wakato said quietly as he was helped up, and then proceeded to wobble. His robes were heavy with water weight and his knees were already weak from the fall and being thrashed around. "Can I..." he swallowed his already bruised pride down, "can I get you to help me?"
Kajimoto blinked in surprised and hurriedly helped the boy up, throwing Wakato's arm over his shoulders to support the boy's weight. There was no way he was going to take Wakato to the regular bath where any student could walk in and see the redhead in this shape. Pursing his lips in thought, he quickly turned to Fuji who was standing there brandishing what suspiciously looked like a camera. "I'm going to take Wakato to the baths since he can't go on his own. Is that okay? Or would you rather go with your housemate?"
"Oh, no," Fuji said cheerfully. "I think you can do it. Wakato mentioned that he wanted to talk to you, anyway." Or, he had now. "I'll go and inform all the proper authorities." And go hide his camera somewhere safe, until he could develop the photos. "Off you go, now. Shoo."
Nodding quickly, Kajimoto half-carried the small redhead to the prefect's bath. He wasn't sure if it was against the rules or not, but as long as Wakato was under a prefect's supervision, it would be okay, right? It was still daytime and there were students still bustling around the castle. He didn't want his classmates to see Wakato in this condition. The prefect's bathroom was the only way to go if he wanted a little privacy. Giving Fuji one last look, Kajimoto quickly helped his friend back into the castle and as far from the squid as possible somewhere Wakato was likely to want to be away from for a long time to come.