"This is it."
Akira confirmed the outlandish shape of land to be the place of upcoming relaxation, startling Akechi to glare at the mass of greenery and towering hills that sprouted more natural tones of viridescences. The island stood alone against the oppressive, shimmering ocean. "This is it? What is it?" Akechi glanced over toward his boyfriend to witness the answer exit his lips, the two suddenly buckled forward before the questioned boy could even start his response as the boat transferred its previous speed into a much slower pace as the approaching dock loomed close ahead. The shapely island felt empty, lonely, as no structures seemed to pop out from the vast trees and overgrown bushes. "What are we gonna do here?" Akechi frowned at the new location with unfamiliarity. "How did you even find this place? Please, go back to being funny." Akechi turned toward Akira with a quivering plead.
"Um.." Akira waited a few seconds before saying aloud anything, unsure of what to tell the impatient detective who could not find the answers himself. Akira slung his back pack off his shoulders, the bag being huddled against his chest as his fingers fiddled with its small zipper, dragging the zipper open to reveal its contents of black fluff. Akechi stared, bemused and frownful as he silently felt the need to speak more questions. In a few moments though, the black material jolted, moving, to before looking upwards to reveal large, innocent eyes of the previous hard core DJ. "You brought your cat?!"
"Tell em', Morgana." Akira outstretched his arms that held tightly onto the mildly weighty bag that held the contents of the small creature. The simple cat, Morgana, watched in playful fascination as its break from suffocation within the stuffy bag had ended. Meowing in excitement, contrasting Akira's expectations of hearing a sparky voice chime in irritation denial of its cat form, Akira's fingers nearly loosened around the rim of the bag. Akira tightened his hold around the bag in fear of actually dropping his friend.
"Huh..? Morgana..?" Akira turned the bag around to face the cat like wonder of a cat in round blue eyes that dilated in the desire to pounce something. The revelation pumped concrete through Akira's veins as he stood stationary in fear and trepidation for any nearby scares. Akechi watched in molding anguish that flared into vibrant anger as his shoulders rolled upward and fingers darted to fold around Akira's tense shoulders.
"Where did you take us, Ren!" Akechi demanded as the large building loomed above them, swallowing them in shadow. "I got this island from bowling! I don't, I don't know!" The response fueled Akechi's distress, as fear started overcoming the anger as he peered desperately into Akira's large eyes, becoming a pool teemed with sprouting tears.
"NOW's not the time to be FUNNY anymore! Where are we?!?" Akechi spoke through a heavy frown, only for his own shoulder to be grabbed by a sudden guest appearance. A character design, even more bizarre than Ryuji's appeared from the other side of the boat. A man with scribbled pink blush, a snarky grand simper, and red hair styled in a difficult-to-comprehend style baffled all bystanders and hair stylists alike; stood tall in a cowboy meets business suit.
"Rokkenjima! I'm gonna touch your boobs now"
a/n: continued after i play more uminko LMAO
