𝕂𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕒 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 💴📞🔧🧰

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖 🎮

More of this worker Kazuichi type garbage

Third person POV

An angered sigh escaped through Fuyuhiko's mouth as he was, once again, killed.

"Damnit.." he mumbled, bashing his fist on the old and pretty busted arcade machine. His thoughts of wanting to leave were enlarged and bothered him to an immense extent. He didn't leave though.

After a quick breather Fuyuhiko found himself with his fingers on the controls and buttons and continued to attempt to beat the game.

"Playin' defender huh?" The burning smell of a cigarette being lit stung the blond's eyes, making him impulsively rub them furiously with his palms, and loose in the game once again.

Fuyuhiko looked away from the machine for a second to see who was talking to him. From the corner of his eye stood a tall, and extremely tired looking teen, most likely around his age, probably older. The bags under his eyes sagged heavily and the disintegrating cigarette at the top of his mouth made Fuyuhiko look away from his mischievous looking smirk.

Fuyuhiko assumed he was a worker due to the uniform, but nonetheless, didn't give him any attention and restarted the game.

The arcade worker let out a low chuckled, though there were a lot a faint wheezes mixed in, so Fuyuhiko didn't think it'd be appropriate to call it a laugh.

"Silent treatment huh?" The worker sighed. His voice, though sounding jagged and rough, had some sort of smooth sound to it. Despite his hostility, Fuyuhiko found it attractive, of course.

"That's fair." As Fuyuhiko continued to play, he could hear the sound of another cigarette being lit next to him and the sudden slight bang of he machine as the worker slumped against it.

"Fucking hell.." Fuyuhiko muttered, quiet enough so he wouldn't hear. "Should you be smoking in your own establishment?" Fuyuhiko then questioned as he restarted the game once more, his fury burning and boiling inside him.

"Hm," the worker faced the blond, staring at his entrancing gold ones with his dead and bloodshot ones. "Who cares?" He muttered, chuckling again before changing the subject. "You realize you're the only one here right?"

Fuyuhiko nodded. "What's it to you?" He spat.

The worker waved his hands in front of him. "No need for hostility, little man," the comment made Fuyuhiko scowl. "I'm just wonderin', that's not so bad right?" The worker took a deep breath in before exhaling loudly. "No one ever comes here anymore. I don't even wonder why I show up to this shit hole."

"Hm." Fuyuhiko wasn't in the mood to listen about this guy's sob story. All he wanted to do was finish playing this game and get home. He was tired enough as it is coming to this place at three thirty in the morning.

"Ah- no, that's wrong," the worker suddenly said, as if i lightbulb finally turned on above his head like those old cartoons.

"We had a customer not too long ago. Probs' two weeks ago actually, two and a half..?" The worker sighed and relit his cigarette.

"She was playing the same game you are. Defender. I never really knew why people bothered with this guy," he patted the arcade machine. "No one could ever beat this stupid game anyway."

Fuyuhiko sighed. He wanted desperately to tell this guy off, to get the fuck away from him even. The sweater he had thrown on was still letting in cool air and making it brush against his skin. Instead Fuyuhiko simply sighed and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"She kinda looked like you now that I think 'bout it," the worker leaned closer to Fuyuhiko, taking in every one of his facial features.

The blond wasn't comfortable with this in any way, causing him to press his palm against the others forehead and push him away. "Fuck off," he muttered.

It was then, however, that Fuyuhiko got a glimpse of the workers name tag. The name Kazuichi written in bold text. He sighed, just as he had imagined.

"She was really pretty," Kazuichi continued to comment. "Too bad she had a girlfriend though."

Fuyuhiko shot a disgusted look at the other. "Not that I don't support that," he quickly added.

Kazuichi moved back and rested against the arcade machine once again. "I do wonder what happened to her though."

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"Back again are you?" Kazuichi greeted Fuyuhiko at the arcade door like he usually did. Since their first encounter, Fuyuhiko continued to return to the arcade. He went to the same game, through the same entrance, at the same time. About three thirty.

From then on Kazuichi and fuyuhiko began bonding, oddly enough. They were the only people who went that arcade anyways, kazuichi believed it was bound to happen soon, that's what he keeps telling the blond.

"Tell me your surname now?" Kazuichi asked. It had been a couple of days after Fuyuhiko refused to tell Kazuichi his surname. And somehow and for some reason, Kazuichi refused to let it go.

"Quit fuckin' asking me for my surname," Fuyuhiko muttered. "I'm not giving it to you."

"Pissed you off haven't I?" Kazuichi asked, his teasing smirk plastered on his face. Fuyuhiko refused to answer and continued playing and resetting the game.

After a while, Kazuichi pulled out the cigar pack from his pocket and handed one to Fuyuhiko, who stopped midway his gameplay to face the worker in disbelief.

"Trying to bribe me with a cigar? I'm not a stoner like you dickwad." Fuyuhiko restarted the game and started playing again.

"Nah," Kazuichi said. "I just wanna spend some time with you. Bro to bro, yeah?" Without waiting for the blond's answer, Kazuichi draped his fairly muscular arm on Fuyuhiko's shoulders and brought up the cigar to his lips.

"That's not bad right?"

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At this point Fuyuhiko forgot how many times he's been to the arcade and quite frankly didn't care. As much as he wouldn't verbally admit it, he liked spending time with Kazuichi. Sitting on the edge of the sidewalk at four am, burnt and smashed cigarettes on the road while the sky turned from completely black to a lighter navy blue. Just like today.

"Still can't have your surname?" Kazuichi asked sighing a bit.

Fuyuhiko removed the cigar from his mouth and cursed under his breath. "I told you to stop asking."

"I know, I know. You just intrigue me ok? That's not so bad, is it?" Kazuichi shrugged and smirked. He can't lie, Fuyuhiko has always found a soft spot for his "flirtatious side" as he liked to call it.

"Shut up, man." Fuyuhiko mumbled as he smiled faintly. It took courage, and to ignore the loud heartbeats that throbbed in his ear, but Fuyuhiko managed to casually land his wad on the others arm, trying his hardest to not look at him.

He worried Kazuichi might say something, or even make a disgusted face. But for some reason, he didn't. Instead the worker raised his hand carefully and let his bony and nimble finger work their way up and down Fuyuhiko's hair.

Fuyuhiko never did end up giving Kazuichi his surname. He didn't need him knowing that natsumi was the one who went to the arcade too. And he didn't need to know what happened to her either.

Haha I'm back-