''They're booming the hell out of 'Party Rock Is.' '' Sae Nijima glanced toward Akechi, to which he wondered curiously, ''Party Rock Is? How odd. Which artist made this song called Party Rock Is?'' Sae yelled back, ''LMFAO.'' Akechi looked upfront and started scowling at the sky as if he was looking at the absurd woman. ''We aren't texting. We aren't playing around. We are handling an assignment. We are officials and you're just...You're just laughing.'' Akechi lists in disappointment, ''Oh, how I have an overwhelming hate for many reasons.'' Akechi mumbles as they ride on their separate bikes beside a park. Akirenen exits from the slide and tumbles after them after having his playtime Akechi asked of him to get at the park. He peddles up from behind the two faces of authority and shouts forward, ''yooo, akechibabe, she meant Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO.'' Akechi glances back with realization, ''Oh, thanks. ROFL.''
''Well, they're playing that song really loud. We've gotten multiple complaints about this party. All complaints were filed from Yusuke Kitagawa. He was crying on the phone.'' The two boys familiar of the mentioned name pondered over Yusuke's personality and if it was like him to do this. ''I thought he was just an artist who liked crabs.'' Akechi assumed. akrienen replied, ''he's a deeper guy i guess i mean he likes to church just to paint with religions approval.'' Feet beginning to get tired, the bike just just got a motor and started like going on smooth without Akechi needing to peddle. Reclining back in the magic of his bike, he sighs, ''A party, hm? I hate parties.''
The wind got caught in Sae's ears so she hadn't heard him, but fortunately, every word Akechi speaks is heard. Akirienen peddles closer from behind until he's side by side with God and shouts, ''Why do you hate parties?!'' The two glance back at the uninvited guest. They had not told Rekaira a hint about their current mission. Akechi would compare the importance of this assignment to the multiple Ryuji sewage trespassing. Ultimately worthless. He ended up just letting Ryuji do as he will. The sewers will never be the same, and Akechi couldn't find himself to really care that parties were happening down there. In fact, he might have found it comforting to imagine that cursed image of a happy boy and Destiny Land to be sleeping in a sewer.
''Hm...Why I hate parties?'' Akechi shouts over to his boyfriended husband. ''Yeah.'' Sae wonders aloud as they peddle on a puddle. The splash only hit Sae as the sidewalk water reflected and bounced off of Akechi. ''Nooo.'' Sae says as she pauses her bike and leaves the two nice guys alone. Fate has it's ways, as Arkenira winks toward Akechi. ''I think you should discover the reason of why I might hate them yourself, Ren.'' Reark accepted the challenge with a determined nod.
Pulling up beside a light filtered with LED lights that flashed different colors like an expensive fish tank, bombs of noise invaded the air around the block as the front lawn was shaded in an illuminating red. ''the death trial has come upon us.''
Akechi examined the building with perplexion until he spoke out, glancing toward akren. ''Ren...This is LeBlanc.''
''yoo, yeah. wanna head to the attic? guess who got another mood rinnggg.''
''Ren, why is there a party here?'' Akechi peeled himself away from the bike as he let it fall against a car decaled with Homestuck memes. ''it just happens'' Akechi glances with concern before slowly walking in alongside mr party pants, the song of party rock anthem enveloping them as they enter the opened front door. ''aw wow no! they left the door open.'' pouting, akreni examined the lurched open door with a disappointed sigh.
''Who's 'they'?'' Inquiring with the motive of discovering the mastermind behind the party, Akechi couldn't help himself from already deciding Ryuji was behind the mess. The place was flooded with multi-fandoms and various popular AU's as well as speechless ones, unspoken and hidden away with seven single views on fanfiction.net. Silent upon the interactions of these characters, Akechi delves deeper alongside his friendly boy until they idle by the entrance. ''right there.'' akrinen lifts a finger to uncover the face of the DJ. Black paws waded along with disks on a DJ machine, a white costco t-shirt wrapped over tufts of black fur presented the single letter M encased in a golden square of a prison.
This chaotic symbol could only be assumed to be this DJ was against the letter M. A warm gucci handcuff wrapped around their juggling paw, a pair of sneakers from the baby aisle of walmart kept in tiny paws. Akechi's eyes skipped over the face of the DJ to notice a sparkling, crown, that, if not for the fact the word King was engraved in the party accessory, Akechi could have taken this ensemble for a deranged theater kid. A red bib rested under his chest, as he spat out straight fire he didn't want to set fire to the golden cage on his chest which would consequently release the letter M for the whole world to know about. The nickname ''bad cat'' indicated that they were dealing with a prideful criminal.
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Spinning DJ frisbees and sounding chaos, stood a youtube famous cat, phones pointed backwards as they tried their hardest to capture the five-view-7dislikes video content. ''Your cat...?'' Akechi draws out the conclusion in absurdity.
''no, morgana's like a free spirit, he's just like...a little guy.'' Akechi looks back toward his companion with hurt in his eyes, ''No, Ren, that's your cat...Did you approve of him to Party Rock Anthem in your house?''
Renikra's eyes soon sputtered out tears, to which Akechi brought himself to comfort the dude until a loud invasion made the chaos of leblancs party into evil chaos.
Ryuji stood before a crowd of business men holding up the entrance of leblanc, all holding signs of protest.
