Video Game Slaughter (Suoh's Photographer-sitting!)
Two men, one an ash blond, the other more flaxen, sat at the penthouse's dinette.
"Takaba-san, if you behave yourself, I have something to show you," announced the flaxen-haired man.
The other grumbled, "The longer I stay here, the fewer jobs I get, and the less income I can bring in."
"I understand, but Asami-sama wants to make sure you don't end up doing something that will make trouble for him."
The ash blond grumbled a bit more. Finally his innate curiosity got the better of him. "Okay, Kazumi-san. I'll be a good boy."
The flaxen blond pulled a strange wallet out of his "kit", then handed it over to his companion. Takaba opened it then gaped in pure astonishment: cd-roms of several different video games, a few he hadn't played in years. He quickly extracted on for one of the Street Fighter series, then raced over to the game console. Suoh followed a bit slower.
"Lets start with this one! Which character do you want?"
"I'll take Dan."
"A glutton for punishment, aren't you?" Akihito asked, sarcasm dripping from his words like pure maple syrup from pancakes.
"I think you might be in for a huge surprise," Suoh whispered under his breath.
Akihito selected a character for himself while Suoh plugged a second controller into the console. Suoh chose Dan.
A few hours later, Suoh's boss and his flatmate arrived after a long day at the office. They find both Akihito and Suoh sitting on the floor, Aki's friend, Kou standing behind the photographer, looking at the security chief like he had grown three or four new heads. Aki turned to face his "husband", his bloodshot eyes and trembling body barely forewarning the newcomers of the violent eruption of Mount Takaba Akihito.
"Don't talk to me. Don't talk at me. Don't whisper to me. Don't even picture me in your deepest thoughts! I am going into the guest room, set up a console, and I am going to keep playing Street Fighter until I can beat that mutant you call a security chief! I can't believe I lost to DAN!"
Kou turned to face his impromptu host.
"Akihito had been practically glued to his controller, trying to find some way to beat this guy, only taking quick breaks to snack on something or to go to the bathroom."
"Suoh-san, did you eat what I packed for you?" the flatmate asked.
"Yes, and on schedule. It was difficult when Takaba-san was getting a bit hyper because he couldn't figure the different combos in order to defeat my one character."
"Takaba-san, if you behave yourself, I have something to show you," announced the flaxen-haired man.
The other grumbled, "The longer I stay here, the fewer jobs I get, and the less income I can bring in."
"I understand, but Asami-sama wants to make sure you don't end up doing something that will make trouble for him."
The ash blond grumbled a bit more. Finally his innate curiosity got the better of him. "Okay, Kazumi-san. I'll be a good boy."
The flaxen blond pulled a strange wallet out of his "kit", then handed it over to his companion. Takaba opened it then gaped in pure astonishment: cd-roms of several different video games, a few he hadn't played in years. He quickly extracted on for one of the Street Fighter series, then raced over to the game console. Suoh followed a bit slower.
"Lets start with this one! Which character do you want?"
"I'll take Dan."
"A glutton for punishment, aren't you?" Akihito asked, sarcasm dripping from his words like pure maple syrup from pancakes.
"I think you might be in for a huge surprise," Suoh whispered under his breath.
Akihito selected a character for himself while Suoh plugged a second controller into the console. Suoh chose Dan.
A few hours later, Suoh's boss and his flatmate arrived after a long day at the office. They find both Akihito and Suoh sitting on the floor, Aki's friend, Kou standing behind the photographer, looking at the security chief like he had grown three or four new heads. Aki turned to face his "husband", his bloodshot eyes and trembling body barely forewarning the newcomers of the violent eruption of Mount Takaba Akihito.
"Don't talk to me. Don't talk at me. Don't whisper to me. Don't even picture me in your deepest thoughts! I am going into the guest room, set up a console, and I am going to keep playing Street Fighter until I can beat that mutant you call a security chief! I can't believe I lost to DAN!"
Kou turned to face his impromptu host.
"Akihito had been practically glued to his controller, trying to find some way to beat this guy, only taking quick breaks to snack on something or to go to the bathroom."
"Suoh-san, did you eat what I packed for you?" the flatmate asked.
"Yes, and on schedule. It was difficult when Takaba-san was getting a bit hyper because he couldn't figure the different combos in order to defeat my one character."