Accidents Happen

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**Users Involved:** User:Skipper78,User:MohmohMoh, User:Jmayfie01
**Setting**: Paradise
**Characters**:
* **Marines**: Hakkai Ezumi, Kazutora Ryohei
* **Revolutionaries**: Armani D. Atlas

## Wrong Invitation

Ryohei was sleeping on the cough,  A visible snot bubble was formed around his right nostril. Ezumi was taking care of household chores. This was quite the regular occurrence for the two, Ryohei sleeping whilst Ezumi was taking care of the house. A loud knock could be heard on the door, Jumping straight up for his nap and running for the door. Ryohei shouted to Ezumi, “I’ll take it!”

Opening the door was the mailman, Ryohei’s excited expression changed to a disappointed one as he had expected something fun to happen.

The tall mailman said in a bored and monotone voice, “A letter for a Mr. Ryohei.”

Ryohei pointed at himself as he said ,”Yea.. That’s me.”

The mailman simply gave him the letter and started walking away from the porch, Ryohei slowly closed the door as he stared at the letter. “Ezu-Shin, I received a letter.” Walking into the living room was Ezumi in the midst of cleaning.

Ryohei walked up to him and handed him the letter, “Read it for me Ezu-Shin,” Ryohei said as he belly jumped onto the couch. His legs waving excitedly in the air as he awaited for Ezumi to read it out for him. Ryohei's eyes were glimmering with excitement over what was contained in the letter, Perhaps it was a secret fan or even a secret super fan! His thoughts wandered all over the place with excitement, Looking at Ezumi who was still cleaning Ryohei shouted, "Ezu-Shin... Read it!!"

"What the hell?! I taught you how to read like 2 years ago Ryohei." Ezumi snapped his fingers and the broom floated away and swept in the corner of the kitchen. He slipped a calloused thumb into the envelope and ripped it in half. "Paper quality has really gone down." He muttered as he flipped out the letter with a gentle "Phwip." He quickly scanned it over. With a grin he looked up and pointed at Ryohei.

"Go get your fancy clothes. I need to iron them. You're gonna go eat fancy food Mr. Ryoei." He stuck his tongue out as he mispronounced his friends name. "It's obviously very high class, they even made sure to mis-spell your name!"

As he spoke the words, a thought occured. "Shit. Ryoei Kazutora. Wrong house." He cringed. "It's too late."

Ryohei got all excited with butterflies filling his stomach. He started packing right away as he was excited to see what the so called resturant would offer. It didn't take him more than a few minutes to have everything packed and ready to go. "Ezu-Shin, c'mon... Pack your things, let's go. I wanna go!!" Ryohei had the physical appearance of an older teenager, yet he acted like a child who would finally go on a long expected trip they had wanted to.

Before even giving Ezumi any chance of packing his clothes, Ryohei was already halfway through the door. His eyes eager with excitement. "I wonder what kinds of food they will have. I hope they have steak and meat dishes.. WHAT IF THEY HAVE SUPER DORIYAKIS?!? C'MON EZU-SHIN LET'S GO!!"

Ezumi ran out the door after Ryohei, his arm outstretched and palm open. "Wait the hell up!" He pulled himself back into the house with his other hand rushed up the stairs of their small nondescript home. His weathered palms squeaked against the carefully polished mahogany bannister. He blew past Ryohei's room, littered with clothes and doriyaki packets.

Ezumi slid to a stop in his doorway and stomped his foot, a purple semi-circle leaving the impact of the stomp and traveling out across the room. As it brushed up against the things Ezumi would need, they rocketed into a small bag, which once packed, promptly launched itself out the window. Sprinting back down the stairs, Ezumi picked up his bag and hurtled down the street after Ryohei, shouting curses the whole way.

Ryohei wouldn't stop at Ezumi's commands. Rather he sped up, racing down the street. Soaring past houses of all colors and variations, he could see the colloseum the island had. The giant building slowly grew closer as he picked up his speed, though suddenly he came to a halt. A tantalizing smell filled his lungs. Truly, this was the scent of heaven. A scent beyond this world. Truly he must follow it. Following the scent filled with inspiration and love he reached a street stand. The guy was making dorayakis. The smell was enough to start filling Ryohei's stomach with them. Peaking left and right he noticed that Ezumi had yet to catch up to him, thinking to himself, "Ezu-shin isn't here yet.. A small bite won't hurt!" Walking up to the stand he ordered thirty dorayaki's. Simply but a small snack to pass the time as he awaited Ezumi.