...He's unsuccessful.

    Giggles escapes past Takemichi's lips and he's later joined by Haru and Wakasa, all of whom have wicked smirks plastered on their faces.

    Keisuke screams and begins making a mess of Takemichi's apartment, more than a little embarrassed at having his stomach ruin such a crucial moment for him.

    This would've never happened if Wakasa had just let him eat with the rest of them! That bastard!

    Keisuke swears that–one day–he's gonna stuff hot rocks into Wakasa's shoes when he least expects it.

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It feels like his stomach is eating itself from the inside out.

    The urge to go on a monstrous rampage is unbearable–making Keisuke's fingers itch  to destroy, to eat, to satiate this burning hunger that grows within himself.

    While walking alongside Haru and Takemichi, he finds himself staring down at the sidewalk rather than in front of him. He simply follows the shadows of his friends and trusts them to take him wherever they please (for once). He feels that–if he does look up–he might do something he'll regret, like beating the shit out of Takemichi for making such amazing food that Keisuke was unable to eat or pummel Haru for teasing him about his crush on Takemichi.

    He just wants to hurt something or someone.

    Preferably someone who will fight back and ignite the rush of adrenaline in Keisuke's veins.

    Someone like Mikey who can match him punch for punch.

    Or someone like Draken who–despite having an unrefined fighting style–can still kick ass like a champ.

    "...We need to get Kei-chan something to eat," Takemichi mumbles, probably to Haru, in hopes of not being heard by Keisuke. He fails miserably, of course–that boy can't whisper to save his life.

    Keisuke listens to Haru scoff at Takemichi's words. "Nah, i say we let him suffer the three hours like how Wakasa planned," Haru objects, making Keisuke grind his teeth in frustration.

    "But I can hear his stomach growling from here!" Takemichi says, his voice rising in volume as he frets over Keisuke. Listening to Takemichi worry over someone like him makes Keisuke's heart flutter, but sadly it isn't enough to stop the burning rage hiding beneath his skin, ready to burst free.

    "Good."

    "Haru!!!"

    "What? The bastard probably deserves it."

    "It doesn't matter! I say we go grab something from the corner store!"

    "Yeah? And with what money?"

    "...I'll find some yen in the vending machines?"

    Haru huffs out a laugh. "Good luck with that, Takemichi!"

    "You're not gonna help me?"

    "Nah, someone's gotta keep an eye on Keisuke–that boy is one step away from tripping over his own feet."

    Keisuke finally makes himself known by kicking a nearby pebble at Haru's feet.

    Keisuke watches Haru's shoes turn around with distaste, feeling the blonde's gaze bore into his head. "You still moping? Get over yourself," Haru scolds, causing an angry vein to pop out of Keisuke's forehead.

    "Watch your fucking mouth, Haru," Keisuke spits out, not bothering to hide the malice in his voice as he does so.

    Haru doesn't take the hint.

    "Yeah? Or what? You'll spit on me like you did Wakasa?" Haru teases, his heel spinning around, and begins walking away from Keisuke like he has a right to give his back to Keisuke of all people.

    Finally, Keisuke raises his head, ready to tear the blonde hair from Haru's scalp, when something catches his eye.

    Afar, at a nearby corner store, Keisuke spots Takemichi being picked on by what Keisuke assumes are middle schoolers.

    Keisuke groans and grabs Haru's arm, pointing at the debacle Takemichi found himself in. "Let's go save this dumbass," Keisuke grumbles, immediately earning a nod from Haru.

    The boys begin picking up their pace, watching from a distance as one of the taller boys begins poking Takemichi with the end of his cigarette. Takemichi tries swatting it away, but his arms are being held back by two more bastards.

    God damnit Takemichi...Keisuke can't even mope for a full ten minutes without having to save his cute ass...

    "Oi! Double chin!" Keisuke shouts, his eyes boring into the guy with the cigarette. All of the boys in matching blue uniforms turn to look at Keisuke and Haru, their gazes bored and amused at the sight of them.

    The one with the cigarette (probably their leader) turns to Keisuke with a smug smirk, his back leaning against his motorbike.

    "Who the hell you talkin' to, five head?" The boy grunts, his dark eyes narrowing at Keisuke. The smaller boy stands his ground, his gaze flickering from him to Takemichi.

    "Ain't it obvious? I'm talkin' to you and your many chins, dumbass."

    "HAH?!"

    One of the hoodlums holding Takemichi lets him go and begins stalking towards Keisuke, his shadow looming over Keisuke figure. "Do ya' even know who we are, kid?" He snarls, his disgusting saliva flying all over Keisuke's face.

    Keisuke tilts his head, feigning curiosity as the rage beneath his skin boils and boils, ready to be set free.

    "I dunno...Haru, do you know these guys?" Keisuke asks, looking to his blonde friend to piss off the stupid hoodlums.

    Haru shrugs his shoulders, just as clueless as Keisuke. "Nope. Hey–Takemichi–Do you know who these guys are?"

    Everyone looks to Takemichi who has finally broken free from their hold. His beautiful blue eyes are sparkling with rage, a snarl gracing his lips, as he stares each guy down with a death glare.

    "Nah, and I ain't give two shits."

    Keisuke watches in fascination as Takemichi pounces onto the nearby grunt, his hands immediately grabbing for his neck to choke him out. The guy makes a beautiful strangled noise, grabbing everyone's attention, and Keisuke takes it as a sign to take action.

    After exchanging a nod with Haru, Keisuke and Haru begin attacking the damn gangsters who thought it was ok to pick on his Takemichi.

    Amidst the punching and kicking, Keisuke's eyes land on the leader who's watching the exchange from a distance. The stupid cigarette is still being held tight between his stubby fingers. Keisuke looks back at Haru and Takemichi: Haru has already knocked out two of their men and Takemichi is still digging his nails intot he man's neck, making him plead for mercy.

    Good.

    They can handle themselves while Keisuke handles the smoking bastard.

    In the blink of an eye, Keisuke finds himself in front of the leader, not sparing a second to punch the bastard in his pudgy stomach, making him gasp for air.

    "YOU FUCKING–" Keisuke cuts him off with a punch across the face, watching with a maniac smile as he falls to the ground, his cigarette slipping from his fingers.

    The end is still burning.

    Perfect.

    As the leader squirms and groans on the concrete, Keisuke grabs the lit cigarette, inspecting the small light that radiates from the end, feels his hunger take over in a fit of uncontrolled rage, and chucks it over to the leader's motorcycle.

    WHOOSH!!!

    A fire immediately erupts, engulfing the motorbike in large flames.

    "BURN BITCH, BURNNN!!!" Keisuke chants, watching the flames get brighter and brighter as the leader cries on the floor, pitiful mumblings tumbling out of his mouth as he observes his motorbike turn into nothing but rubbish.

    Keisuke would've thrown the leader into the fire as well if it wasn't for an insistent tugging on his short sleeve shirt.

    He whirls around, readying his fist to punch the living daylights out of the prick who decided to ruin his eyes, but he stops just in time when his eyes make contact with a bundle of black curly hair. Looking down at Takemichi, Keisuke stares at the panicked look in his eyes as he keeps trying to tug Keisuke away from the scene.

   "--Cops, Kei-chan!!! The cops are about to get here!!!"

    Keisuke's brain finally catches up to him, Takemichi words finally making sense, and his body tenses up.

    "EH?! ALREADY?!" He screams, grabbing ahold of the boy's hand and looking urgently for Haru. He sweep shis gaze across the clearing and finally spots the blonde headed boy a few feet away, still going at it with some punk. With Takemichi's wrist held tightly in his hand, Keisuke hauls them over to Haru and slaps the boy across the face, breaking him out of his trance.

    Haru turns to him, ready to beat the shit out of Keisuke, when Takemichi interupts them by shouting, "THE COPS ARE ALMOST HERE! WE GOTTA GO!!!"

    Haru's eyes widened. "Seriously?! I was just getting started with these assholes–"

    Keisuke grabs his shoulder and pulls him away from the scene, the telltale signs of police sirens playing in the distance. "Yeah, well you can finish the job later!!! My mom will beat my ass if I end up in jail!"

    With one last look over their shoulders, Keisuke pulls Takemichi and Haru along the sidewalk to safety, the smell of smoke clinging to their bodies as they make their way home.

    And, if Keisuke finds himself thinking back to the beautiful fire that he caused, well that's between him and his violent mind.

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