a/n; this is not meant for the ryuji lovers who are faint of heart.
Scents rose from that were meant to stay within the underground, smothering the common coffee and curry shop in unknown stank that wanked throughout the booming grounds. Faces twisted their emotions within seconds as the odious air filtered through each nostril, invading the senses and presenting an unwelcomed announcement that the party rockers could all simultaneously recognize;
s̵̪̹̅͂̉̆̐̔ͅe̶̗̪̹̣̘̙̰͍̼̍͐́̈́̚͜ͅͅw̴̝͔͔̯̻̰̙̘̅͑̀͐̐͑͠y̸̨̻͖͍̞̣̩̭̦̝̺̮̳̖̋̄̓̅̔͊͆̚̕ͅĕ̵̳͈̲͔͔͖̯̤͇̭͕͎̂ͅr̷̢̛̛͍̘̳̥͖̰̠̞̝͉̜͓̲̆́͊͌̍̀̎̋̂͝͠
the smell defined itself. it was indeed s̵̪̹̅͂̉̆̐̔ͅe̶̗̪̹̣̘̙̰͍̼̍͐́̈́̚͜ͅͅw̴̝͔͔̯̻̰̙̘̅͑̀͐̐͑͠y̸̨̻͖͍̞̣̩̭̦̝̺̮̳̖̋̄̓̅̔͊͆̚̕ͅĕ̵̳͈̲͔͔͖̯̤͇̭͕͎̂ͅr̷̢̛̛͍̘̳̥͖̰̠̞̝͉̜͓̲̆́͊͌̍̀̎̋̂͝͠, even those who had never smelled the smell of s̵̪̹̅͂̉̆̐̔ͅe̶̗̪̹̣̘̙̰͍̼̍͐́̈́̚͜ͅͅw̴̝͔͔̯̻̰̙̘̅͑̀͐̐͑͠y̸̨̻͖͍̞̣̩̭̦̝̺̮̳̖̋̄̓̅̔͊͆̚̕ͅĕ̵̳͈̲͔͔͖̯̤͇̭͕͎̂ͅr̷̢̛̛͍̘̳̥͖̰̠̞̝͉̜͓̲̆́͊͌̍̀̎̋̂͝͠ would know it was s̵̪̹̅͂̉̆̐̔ͅe̶̗̪̹̣̘̙̰͍̼̍͐́̈́̚͜ͅͅw̴̝͔͔̯̻̰̙̘̅͑̀͐̐͑͠y̸̨̻͖͍̞̣̩̭̦̝̺̮̳̖̋̄̓̅̔͊͆̚̕ͅĕ̵̳͈̲͔͔͖̯̤͇̭͕͎̂ͅr̷̢̛̛͍̘̳̥͖̰̠̞̝͉̜͓̲̆́͊͌̍̀̎̋̂͝͠. those with s̵̪̹̅͂̉̆̐̔ͅe̶̗̪̹̣̘̙̰͍̼̍͐́̈́̚͜ͅͅw̴̝͔͔̯̻̰̙̘̅͑̀͐̐͑͠y̸̨̻͖͍̞̣̩̭̦̝̺̮̳̖̋̄̓̅̔͊͆̚̕ͅĕ̵̳͈̲͔͔͖̯̤͇̭͕͎̂ͅr̷̢̛̛͍̘̳̥͖̰̠̞̝͉̜͓̲̆́͊͌̍̀̎̋̂͝͠ experience would experience a trifling sensation of s̵̪̹̅͂̉̆̐̔ͅe̶̗̪̹̣̘̙̰͍̼̍͐́̈́̚͜ͅͅw̴̝͔͔̯̻̰̙̘̅͑̀͐̐͑͠y̸̨̻͖͍̞̣̩̭̦̝̺̮̳̖̋̄̓̅̔͊͆̚̕ͅĕ̵̳͈̲͔͔͖̯̤͇̭͕͎̂ͅr̷̢̛̛͍̘̳̥͖̰̠̞̝͉̜͓̲̆́͊͌̍̀̎̋̂͝͠ water creeping down their pants.
akechi mc God DAMN IT you cannot say akechi's name in this cryptic mess
Akechi mcechi stared at the intrusion with a thoughtful, tired-of-it-all gaze as he roamed his vision to roll over the intruder. Features stuck out to linger his consideration on and project a bad opinion, such as the broken, greasy shoes that toes stubbed out the worn fabric and wiggled with rhythm, torn jeans the teen purposefully ripped for immense unadultured cold style, to the shirt that read "the real party is where the plumbers are" with a cartoon image of a monkey giggling, and a children's dinosaur themed party hat snuggled into his pointy hair; this was the very description and physical being of ryoopoi sakimooti. This was a man who welcomed the stench, dare he admit, brought it into existence.
"This party..." A huff came out, slurring out haughty language. The teenager slumped his back into a crooked, bone cracking stance to assume he has power. "SUCKZQQQ!!!" The gaspers let their mouths clamp and sweat in trembling denial as the secret alliance of spies smugly winked at their worshipped. Ryugi untied his shoe and tossed it in the air, "THIS!?" He exclaimed toward the tossed clothing item, most stares were left appalling at his bare bony foot, "THIS shoe has stepped upon GODS dance hals"
The gaspers allowed their bellows to reach volumes of new pitches, feeling moved by the bold claim as they watched the filthy shoe in flawed admiration. "for. REALZ." With a smug, self-satisifed grin, his eyes closed in confidence as he allowed the clamor and change of opinions become his beloved song on spotify wrath in a playlist pridefully titled "RYUji THE boss baby!"
Akechi grumbled at the undesired confrontation, as any involvement with the man in the center was considered an unfortunate nightmare. Luckily Akechi always had lucid dreams and got what he wanted even in his dream world.
"u say dis sho touch gods dance hal?"
A flat voice interrogated, seeming to already know the answer with his uninterested tone. "YEPPwers!" ryuji demanded the answer to be truth, but, as it is, he wasn't powerful enough to change a lie into a truth. "where the place ? what you talk babout?" The magnifying questioner seethed and sought out the truth in a place of liars. It was akkakairanan! morgaga lifted his paws from his stationary discs on his DJ machine, staring in hope, the possibility of being the main party fart in shiboyee reopening as an option once again in his miserable little confusing life as a cat in denial. "the sewyarg," ryuoobi tossed his hand in the air with a poised gesture, "teehee." his glee followed shortly after the mention of his favorite resort.
with the fault in his reasoning, determination flared in akriraki's eyes as he confidently outstretched his arm, curled his fingers into tight knuckles before extending his accusing pointer finger, "UR'e WROG!!" Ryujiop jolted at the awaited unveiling moment. Akechi watched silently, mildly surprised at the turn of actions and sudden disapproval of the uninvited guest's previous claims, but accepted his lover's ventures with a knowing smile. "Get him, Ren." Akechi whispered; which automatically changed fate. Get him akakiraka will.
"has akechi ever stepped FOOT in the sewya?!"
It's as if the words got on a train and slammed into ryuoggy's front, nearly knocking him over as the delinquent jolted and shuffled his bare feet about to balance them against the tumbling ground that grumbled at the detection of truth. the world began to tremble, ashamed of the lie and angered with the truth, so all it could do was shake earth's ground. "HOW DARE you insult akechi in such a way! akechi is god and he has NEVER stepped foot in the sewya!" the ground spoke clearly, in a western accent, in eighty diverse languages. "Hey, ground, calm down. It's okay." Akechi tried to calm his friend, THE GROUND, but to no avail, THE GROUND was just so fed up. "RYOOPI sakaMOOTI!!!" the ground bellowed his name as if it were a scold from an authoritive parent, immensely startling ryooki into shivers and confusion. All previous mannerisms of happiness, joy, and light were all stripped from the teenage track star, as all he had left was to run in life. run from THE GROuND.
"DONT WORRY RYoOpoopi WE WONT HURT YOU!" Ryugpoi found no comfort in the sarcastic claim. "BUT WE WILL HURT SOMETHING PRECIOUS TO YA!" the ground gave a giant bellow, a gulp, and a hiccup before disappearing into fantasy and fiction once again. ryuppoi wobbled against the normal, lifeless ground in shock, as well as the previous party goers. morgana could not read the mood. he had been waiting for silence and finally it was given. "ok so um let's start my paty again ok guys let's get this!!! mrweow!!" morgana started flipping tracks, hyping volume and distorting the music to an uncomfortable taste as marina and the diamonds thundered throughout the cafe. sojirog vibed with the sincere tok tik lyrics, while the rest of the guests stood with limp faces and danceless limbs. no one felt the vibration of the encouraging beats, no felt thoughtful over the impactful lyrics, and no one felt joy. Akechi watched it all in bore, latching onto akiraka's hand in squinted eyes. "This was a waste of a chapter." Akechi fretfully said, ashamed at the focus upon the dance star. "Ren, please take me somewhere fun, where none of these bufoons will be." Akechi requested and it was NOT rejected but greatly considered and happy to be granted by the nodding akakira, "k king let's get this." With the two main hotties gone, the cafe trembled in Akechi's abscence. ryooki left with glares stamped on his back, the door shutting behind him in silent rejection of his presence to ever be seen again.
ryoopi trugged himself back to his home base of slumber, life, and death; trying to find one of the many public entrances that habitually always were found against the tar of busy streets. ryoogoki followed along the side walks, wandered fearfully in the middle of roads teeming with honking cars, but never his sights laid upon the crystal beautiful entry way of a textured moldy lid that leaked its fluids and smells.
THE GROUND had swallowed the sweyea, and there was no home for ryoogpi anymore.
