Ch. 2 - Murakami Shingo
THE EIGHT: Chapter Two - Murakami Shingo
He was at the park. Why? He had no idea. Maybe just for some fresh air? But whatever…
He sat down on a bench, watching several kids play baseball.
Then, as he was leaving, a baseball came flying by, almost hitting him in the face.
As a result, he somehow got dragged into the playing baseball with the kids after chasing them around for ALMOST hitting him in the face with the ball.
He was in batter mode now, waiting for the ball to come.
The ball was pitched and Murakami hit it.
The ball flies.
The ball flies far.
The ball flies really far.
The ball flies too far out… of the park.
Everyone stopped chasing the ball, just watching it disappear somewhere.
While they watched on, Murakami ran through all the bases, shouting, “YES!!” in the end, which snapped everyone’s attention back to him.
Lots of shouts of “Aw man!” and “He made a home run!” from the other team, while there were cheers of “Yay!!” from Murakami’s team.
Just as he was going to continue playing, Yasuda Shota came out of no way like a ninja and dragged him away.
“Oi oi! Let go of me! Why d’you pull me away? I was just getting started!” exclaimed Jacky, as they neared the club.
“I needed help moving this into the club,” he replied, pointing at the grand piano that was sitting in front of their club’s entrance way.
Murakami tsukkomied Yasuda for buying a piano and not being able to move it in by himself.
“Why d’you buy then if you can’t move it in by yourself? As far as I remember, you can’t even play it. How much was it?”
“Eh, I saw it in this store that I passed by and it was really really beautiful that I just had to buy it. And don’t worry about the price, it was quite cheap for something this beautiful…,” Yasuda said, eyes glittering, while admiring the beauty of the piano. “It’s a masterpiece, no?”
“Mmm… now that I look at it more closely… yeah it does. But where’re you gonna put this? In your room? ”
“Nah,” Yasuda gave him a bright wicked smile, “I’m gonna put it near my DJ station, so that I can look at it every time I want to!”
“But there’s not gonna be enough room for guests to come in! In fact, it’ll decrease our guest sizes! Return it!”
“Too bad! I can’t! It’s non-refundable! Besides, the owner looked like he wanted to get rid of it!” explained Toppo, getting angry.
“Argh! Fine!” Murakami gritted his teeth and lifted the piano up without a thought of help from Yasuda.
Leaving Yasuda behind, Murakami brought the piano into the club.
Jacky left a wide eyed Yasuda behind… carrying the piano alone… all by himself… into the club… without a single hint or a sign on his face saying that piano was heavy.
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First edited on: 2011.03.03