Good Times

Good Times

May 28th, 2005

The problem with this house, Furu mused as he slipped and fell, was that the Gatorade bottles were everywhere. They were a hazard to everyone's health, and despite the money that could be gained by taking them to a recycling center or something, no one seemed to want to touch them.

Furu groaned a bit and thanked the stars for his tough android hide. Still, simulated pain was a bitch at times. He took a deep breath and looked around. Thankful no one noticed his fall, he grunted and leapt up to his feet - or at least that was the plan, before he slipped on another bottle during the landing and fell forward, smashing his head into the coffee table. The table cracked and collapsed under the impact of his android skull, causing him to fall forward and slam into the ground.

"Ugh," Furu moaned, blinking and slowly pushing himself up, just in time to see a rather disheveled looking Haruka, grinning drunkenly down at him.

"Yo," Haruka said, belching, staring down at Furu and scratching her butt.

"Er...hey." Great. Embarrassing himself in front of his idol. Just what he needed. Furu looked around nervously. "...Exactly how much of that did you see, Haruka-sama?

"I saw you kick the [BLEEP] out of that table man," Haruka replied, grinning. "You got excellent Kung-Fu skill."

Smirking, Furu leapt back up to his feet, this time being extra careful not to fall on any more plastics garbage. "Hey, I AM a Jinzouningen, after all. Cyborg Kung Fu is Best.", he said proudly.

Hell yeah!" Haruka nodded a few times, staggering back a little and landing on the green and white striped Tuxedo Sofa. She grinned like an idiot.

Furu continued on, hands on his hips and eyes closed in a gesture of how much he was hamming this up. He was going to ride this drunken respect train as far as he could. "I mean, I could probably take a car out that easily too. I'm practically invincible!"

"No shit..." Haruka exhaled, eyes widening like saucers as she sipped from her beer. "Could you [BLEEP] up a garbage truck?"

"HA! A garbage truck!", Furu scoffed, flipping his messy green hair away from his eyes. "I could throw a diesel engine across the city if I felt the urge to. A garbage truck is no problem!"

Haruka belched and stood up, tugging down her pajama top. "Then," she began slowly, in a kind of singsong," let's go outside, grab the one that's there, fling it across half the city and toss it into the Akhibara Tire Fire. ahahahahaha That would be [BLEEP]ing hilarious." She scratched her butt again and headed outside.

Furu blinked in surprise. "....Wha?" He hadn't anticipated that Haruka had actually WANTED to see this. Sure, he could do it, but he wasn't sure chucking large vehicles across Tokyo was a good idea. "I-I'm not sure if that's wise, Haruka-sama", he said, following after her.

"Wise is for old farts," Haruka replied, farting as she pointed to the truck, which was filled to the brim with a foul-smelling substance. "Live free and Die Young I always say now chop chop!" She laughed hysterically.

Plan B time, Furu thought to himself. He put his arms behind his head and laughed. "Aah, but you're really strong too, aren't you, Haruka-sama? Couldn't *you* throw it just as easily?"

Haruka frowned. "That would imply having to do [BLEEP]."

Furu sweatdropped. Obviously, flattery wasn't going to work the other way around. Sighing, he figured that he COULD do it and not end up hitting anyone....and who knows, it might end up being pretty amusing. Plus, it was a request from Haruka. "...Okay. Fine. I'll do it."

Haruka gave Furu a big thumbs up and pointed at the ruddy orange-red glow coming from the far off Akhibara Tire fire. "Shoot!"

The jinzouningen cracked his knuckles and rushed at the garbage truck, flying slightly above the ground. He grabbed the trash-filled vehicle, and ignoring the horrible smell (being able to turn your nose off has advantages), Furu lifted the truck above his head, pausing to get approval from his idol.

Haruka bobbed her head excitedly like a small child.

Sighing a little, Furu leapt into the air, using his internal power cell to levitate and keep himself in the air long enough to aim properly. His enhanced eyesight zoomed in on the legendary tire fire, and gritting his teeth, he chucked the garbage truck as hard as he could at the site, sending in flying through the air at high speeds.

The truck whirred through the air, some of its foul smelling cargo splashing on the ground below. But Furu's aim was true, and shortly. the manure-filled truck hit the tire fire.

Everything seemed to happen at once. First, Furu had placed his hands on his hips, thrown his head back, and let out a mighty "BOHAHAHAHA".......and then the next thing anyone knew, a large, crashing boom filled the city as the tire fire exploded, sending animal droppings, scrap metal, and pieces of old Firestones flying everywhere.

Haruka suddenly had deja-vu back to her anarchy battle with Nephlite, then shrugged it off and knocked back another cold one.

Furu floated in mid-air, mouth agape at the destruction he had just caused. It occurred to him that Haruka probably had no idea that would of happened and probably didn't care, but before he could say anything, some particularly airborne manure decided to land on top of his head, shutting him up.

Haruka clapped stupidly as the brown rain splattered and pelted the ground of Tokyo, belching and passing out, dropping into the muck with glee.

Weakly dropping to the ground and looking over at the now-unconscious Haruka-sama, Furu couldn't help but wonder that the whole thing was a direct result of him not being able to keep his big mouth shut. He scratched his head idly in irritation, and then cursed when he remembered that his head happened to have [BLEEP] on it. Whatever being happened to run the cosmos certainly had a great sense of humor. And a bent towards the scatological kind.

The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, coming closer.

"Craaaaaap", Furu said, the irony lost on him. He dashed over to Haruka, lifted her up off the ground, and carried her in his arms back into the house.

Furu found his way blocked by a crap-covered figure, its arms crossed. Wiping some of the "material" off its face, he found himself stating into the narrowed eyes of rei.bot. Furu froze in mid-step and chuckled nervously.

With a steaming, foul-smelling hiss, rei.bot raised her body temperature and burned off the manure. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of Haruka in Furu's arms

Putting two and two together, Furu looked down at the drunken, smelly, passed-out (and to him, still oddly hot) Haruka and looked back up to his cousin. "T-This....uh....isn't what it looks like?", he stammered out.

rei.bot just hook her head and stepped aside to let Furu in, revealing the blue-ki aura surrounded KAioh Michiru

Unlike with rei.bot, Furu's response came much quicker this time, mixed with a more than a little fear. "T-this REALLY isn't what it looks like!"

Michiru's face contorted into a mask of raw rage, then suddenly became calm and peaceful. Furu let out a sigh of relief. Looks like a total meltdown was averted after all.

Michiru's smiled broadly and ushered Furu into the home, eyeing him carefully. From today on, he was a marked man.

Oblivious to the strangeness of not getting chewed out by Kaioh, Furu smiles and quickly walked into the house. Unsure of what to do with the manure-covered Haruka, he kicked open the door to the bathroom, and set Haruka down into the bathtub. Furu thought for a second, and then turned the water as cold as he could get it. Haruka's white PJs became wet and transparent. Noticing this, blood dribbled from the Jinzouningen's nose. He quickly looked away, despite a tiny voice in his head telling him to do something quite different. Haruka started to come too, mumbling profanities under her breath. Furu put his hands in his pockets, and decided to make a quick exit before Haruka could fully wake up and think anything she shouldn't. Of course, as luck would have it, a empty Gatorade bottle had rolled in front of the bathroom door, kicked by another member of the household, and he promptly sipped on it, slamming face-first into the floor. Someone really needed to clean these up.

Furu laid on the ground for a moment as the noises started nearby. It was going to be another one of those days. Swell.