A teen boy stood in an office, listening to his boss yelling as he thought about fruit. The boss slapped him with some papers lightly, the boy not even noticing. The teen boy was thinking about a world completely made of fruit where he fought as a fruit version of Superman.
" Darrell! Pay attention before I cut off your internship! " The man, Mr. Onyx, yelled, knocking Darrell into reality. Darrell straightened his clip on tie and nodded.
" S-sir, I'm sorry! I just thought if we put a fruit on the papers as our logo, it'd be more recognizable for the meeting! " Darrell said, Mr. Onyx yelling and slamming the papers down. " A meeting between FRUIT ORGANIZATIONS, WHERE THE SYMBOL OF FRUIT WOULD MEAN NOTHING! " Mr. Onyx yelled, Darrell stumbling.
Long story short, Darrell was kicked out of the building. Darrell looked at his pink slip, sighing in defeat. However, when his phone dinged, he looked down and saw a text from one of his old friends from college with an address. Without asking questions, Darrell took off running.
In another part of the city, two other boxers were knocked against a boxing ring's ropes, a boxer with orange gloves taking a sip of water as two more men entered the ring. The orange boxer pounded his fists together before punching their stomachs, throwing them against the ring ropes like the others. He was about to continue when his coach held up his phone with the same text, the boxer grinning and leaving the ring.
In another part of the city, a teen was moving boxes in a warehouse, laughing with his co-workers. As he did so, he laughed so hard he grabbed his sides...letting the box fall onto his friend's foot, the friend howling in pain as he fell over, holding his foot. The teen checked his phone, seeing the text, and waved goodbye before running.
In yet another part of the city, a fisherman reeled in his line. However, when he did so, another teen ran forward and grabbed the fish that he caught, holding it up and yelling in happiness. The fisherman smacked his son with the fishing rod, holding up his phone with the address text. The teen grabbed the phone, laughing, and then took off running.
The four teens all arrived outside of a small office building, staring at each other as they all clenched their fists. They stomped forward, glaring at each other as they raised their fists. However, they suddenly smiled and high-fived each other, clearly happy to see each other.
" Darrell! Been a while, friend! " The boxer, Zack, laughed. Darrell nodded, patting the boxing gloves. " I see you're still a fighter like in college! " Darrell said, making a boxing pose as the four laughed.
" I haven't found a job, sadly. I've just been working as a box mover. " The factory intern, Jared, piped up, the fishing teen patting his shoulder as Darrell and Zack smirked at Jared.
" You can never find a job on your first try. That's what my brother says, anyways. " The fisherman's son, Owen, said wisely, the others staring seriously before bursting out into fits of laughter as they thought about Owen being wise.
The doors opened, a man in a flannel shirt and jeans stepping out, the four teens turning and smiling at the man, who saluted. The teens, fumbling a bit, saluted back at the man, who stopped saluting and pointed at each of them, saying a fruit for each.
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Kamen Rider Citrus
Fiksi PenggemarWhen four college boys are called together by one of their old teachers, they discover that a childish DnD game they played somehow challenged a monstrous being known as the Golden Fruit. Now, they will have to fight Inves, other people and each o...
