Chapter Three: Encounter.

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Appearances! <3


Below: Riku

Below: Yuto

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Below: Yuto

Below: Yuto

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Riku's POV


Wanna know a fact?

Winter in Japan is cold. Very.

That is why, my dear friends, Yuto and I had decided some few weeks earlier to drench the people of our town with the freezing H2o right in our water-balloons. Don't ask us why, or you could if you wanted. We had pleasure watching innocent blokes cursing and yelling through shattering teeth. 

Nobody really walked in the streets these days, credits sincerely to us. But when they did, they were only the regular postmen doing their normal jobs. Oh, but you thought we'd let them off? Unsurprisingly, we abused them too. That's our job, kiddos. There's the definition of me and Yuto for you right there! But in a way, some very twisted and different way, it must've been very tricky for the postmen to tread safely in the thick snow, especially with the additional mouse traps laying deep into the snow-covered porch. Pity.

"Riku! I got the wagon ready!" Yuto's muffled shout came from behind as I was busy stuffing toilet rolls in my pocket for my runny nose. I turned around at his voice. He had a muffler lying there on his face, flapping carelessly in the wind. At last, when he put the box in his hand that he was holding with difficulty in the back of our ute, he lowered his thick muffler so I could hear him better and not like some man in amnesia.

I waddled over to the back of our neighbour's stolen ute. (Mister Kaito really did think we were using it to assist boxes for our so-called house move). There very many boxes, each holding many water balloons. A small smirk lifted at the corner of my red lips. 

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