As stated, on behalf of the good people of Ueno, and the rich folk of Aoyama, you are cordially invited to the...
Sacred Flame Wedding
❤ Details
❤ The occasion will take place all day on May 31st, beginning at 12 a.m. and concluding just at 11:59:59 p.m.
❤ Similar to birthday events, you are welcome to share presents and good wishes with the joyful couple if you wish. You can send them either to here or to @aoyama-division.
❤ If you are one of the guests, please ensure you wear formal attire, as this occasion is quite elegant. The bride and groom would be grateful if you presented yourself with poise. (I'm being very serious about this rule. If you wish to participate, that's fine. But do not, I repeat, DO NOT do anything to make a mockery of this event. If I feel you're being disrespectful, and/or a troll trying to sabotage this, you will be remove and/or blocked. You've been forewarned.)
❤ Since this is a somewhat intimate gathering, we kindly request that only individuals who share a close relationship with either the bride or the groom join us for the occasion. (Again, I don't mind anyone who shows up, so long as they are respectful.)
❤ Finally, make sure to have a great time!
I think that covers everything. We would be very grateful if you could participate in this event! Thank you, and the bridge and groom look forward to seeing you at the cathedral! ❤ ❤
“I hate to say it, However Choten…He’s a special case? Okay, Maybe he’s just your average rich guy well off in Aoyama. However, I’m sensing something is motivating his demeanour somehow… Regardless, Choten is all the same to me. Rich, Fancy, Blunt and egoistic to name quite a few. Aside from that, There’s nothing else to be said here. I hope he’s a good husband to Lady Kobayashi too, Love is a tricky thing to handle and take care of, Quite a battlefield as the books say…”
Karada Kessaku
“Kessaku? Ah, Aoyama’s bodybuilder. I guess he’s a nice individual here. Other than our little ‘birthday surprise’, + Choten and Lady Kobayashi’s wedding, That is all the interactions I’ve had. Although, My minds telling me he’s alright for a division member. Nike, The Greek goddess of victory. Nice MC name as well…Maybe there is more than meets the eye to him. In that case, I’ll see if I can find out more. In the meantime, The DRB is only drawing closer and closer…”
Luis Kokyu
“Kokyu Luis. He’s Aoyama’s butler, Isn’t he? Mhm…I really have no comments at this point. Sure, I’m also a butler, Though I have nothing to say about him really… Well, At least he isn’t the only butler around. There’s also the one from Obihiro, Verrill I imagine his name is. So far, That’s 3 DRB butlers…Hmm, He’s a pyrotechnic in disguise? Scary~. I wonder if he has random matches in his pockets somewhere… Anyways, I’ll stay off Kokyu’s radar for now, Until the time comes to see what secrets he’s been hiding.”
Jet Set Trio
“Choten’s team, I’m at a crossroad for either ignoring or pitying them. He’s created a strong team for Aoyama Division, Including His ‘blunt attitude’, Kessaku’s immense strength and Kokyu’s support to name a few here. And the fact a selfless butler such as myself doesn’t seem as ‘popular’ in Fukuoka too… I hope they can keep their cool, It would be such a shame if the DRB was remodelled into a popularity contest of some kind, Hehe~… I can’t wait, Meeting Choten again with an actual game face will be truly interesting~…”
The sun was high in the sky as it shone brightly upon the division of Aoyama and Karada Kessaku was in his kitchen making a protein shake for a quick workout before he had to get ready for a party his friend and leader Tomi Chōten was throwing in his honor at his manor. Karada quickly moved around in his kitchen. The only noise filling the air was the TV on the news channel.
“Seems like last night another blood ba-”
Karada turned off the TV, not at all bothered to learn what the news anchor was about to say. Probably another sob story going on somewhere in the country, but what else was new? He didn’t have time to hear it, not when he had a party thrown in his honor to attend soon. This was going to be one of the best birthdays ever! Nothing was going to ruin it!
A Few Hours Later…
The sun had long since set, and the Chōten Manor was in full swing as nearly all of the Aoyama Elite was there to celebrate the birthday of one of its members. That person was none other than Karada Kessaku, who was busy with being wished a Happy Birthday, being given gifts, and generally enjoying himself. Karada, seeing Tomi and Luis, excused himself from his current conversation and excitedly walked over to his teammates.
“Tomi! Luis!” Karada loudly exclaimed, waving at them. “Killer party, as usual, man!”
“To be expected. As if I would throw a subpar event.” Tomi bragged, preening like a peacock. Luis rolled his eyes at the statement, too, used to his leader’s haughty attitude.
“Happy Birthday, Karada.” The chef genuinely told his friend.
“Hahaha! Thanks, guys!”
“Of course,” Tomi announced, snapping his fingers and summoning a servant carrying a tray with three glasses filled to the brim with champagne on it. “This party was thrown for you, Karada. A close friend of mine” All three men grabbed the glass that was offered to them and were prepared to drink in honor of Karada’s birthday. However, just before they could toast their drinks together, a loud, sudden laugh led all three men to jump up in shock.
“HAHAHAHA!”
The entire party fell silent as the laugh echoed across the room, making it hard to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from.
“Who goes there?!” Tomi shouted angered that someone had dared to interrupt one of his parties. “Reveal yourself!”
The socialite quickly got his wish as a figure landed in a crouch in front of Jet Set Trio. Rising from their position, everyone could get a good look at them. They were female and wore a black Kevlar body suit with a black trench coat trailing behind them. A black gas mask covered the bottom half of their face, preventing anyone from learning her identity but did nothing to hide the figure’s gold eyes that shined with malicious excitement. It did not take long for everyone to recognize her as “Cinder” the psychotic criminal currently at the top of Chuohku’s most wanted list.
“What a warm welcome,” Cinder mocked, her voice sounding robotic due to a voice modulator in her mask. “I should expect nothing else from the so-called “elite” of Aoyama.”
“How did you manage to sneak past security?” Tomi demanded from the known criminal.
“You call that security?” Cinder laughed. “They were pathetic! All it took was a couple hundred volts of electricity, and they were out. So much for the Chōten family hiring only the best of the best.”
“What do you want?” Luis cautiously questioned, knowing full well what Cinder was capable of doing.
“Me? Nothing, really.” Cinder drawled out with no one believing her words. “But…..” The pyromaniac criminal pointed at Karada, causing him to jump a bit. “Someone wants to send you a gift, Karada Kessaku, and I’m more than willing to deliver~!”
“W-w-what?” Karada sputtered, racking his head, trying to figure out who he had pissed off enough to send this psycho after him. Cinder just continued to stare at Karada, and if anyone could remove her mask, they would only find a deranged smile waiting for them.
“If you think we’ll let you just harm Karada-” Luis growled, bringing himself to his full height in an attempt to intimidate the criminal.
“Oh please, if I wanted to harm the idiot I would have placed a bomb inside the manor and just detonated it.” Cinder rolled her eyes, not at all scared by Luis' silly little display. “No someone asked for something with a bit more horror. Now I do believe it’s gift time!”
“No, you dont!” Tomi shouted, pulling out his mic from inside his suit jacket. The rest of his team followed suit and pulled out their mics.
“How cute but too late! The show is about to start!” Cinder giggled. Then, before anyone could move an inch, Cinder snapped her fingers, and that’s when all hell broke loose.
*Bang*
Karada jumped at the loud noise, afraid the criminal had set off a bomb. What happened next had almost made the bodybuilder wish she had set off one. To the horror of all the guests in the room, a waterfall of red liquid fell upon Karada and the rest of JST. Immediately, a metallic scent hit everyone, letting them all know what exactly they had been completely drenched in from head to toe.
“Hahaha! This was so worth the trouble of robbing all those blood banks!”
JST froze at her words, taking a minute to process what she had said, their faces twisting into a mix of disgust and horror, but before they could react further, Cinder once again snapped her fingers.
*Bang*
Once again, a loud noise was heard, and sure enough, another waterfall of liquid fell on Aoyama’s team. This time, much to everyone’s horror, something black and goo-like fell from the ceiling, landing all over and around JST. The smell emanating from it was unbearable, smelling like decaying flesh. Cinder didn’t even flinch when she heard someone screaming from behind her too amused with the sight of JST gagging and nearly vomiting as the black goo entered their mouths to care.
“Oh, am I glad I agreed to do this!” Cinder maniacally laughed. Turning on her heels, Cinder took in the sight of the audience, and to her glee, all of them were frozen in horrified shock at what had just happened. Not a person bothered to move as the criminal walked past the crowd parting like Moses and the Red Sea as no one wanted to be the deranged criminal’s next victim. Stopping in front of a window where Cinder mockingly bowed to them. “Bitches and Bastards of Aoyama I do hope you enjoyed this little show put on by the illustrious Cinder! Save your applause, please. It should go to the mastermind behind this glorious show, not me. Now that my work here is done I must bid you all adieu. Before I go one last thing…”
Then for the third time in a row, Cinder again snapped her fingers and the audience held their breath wondering what would fall next. The next few seconds were agony as everyone kept their eyes on JST, not even bothering to turn around when they heard the window being smashed as Cinder escaped out of it. The sound of her mad laughter grew fainter and fainter as she disappeared into the night.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity instead of something disgustingly horrifying falling on JST again this time a banner fell from the ceiling with a message on it. It was short and to the point having been scrawled in a dark red, leaving many morbidly to wonder if it was written in blood.
“FUCK YOU DEAD MEAT”
Several Days Ago…
“So why do you want to mess with that muscle-headed idiot, Touya-nii?”
“He made the grave mistake of insulting my darling Kai-chan recently on PROFILE. So it’s only fair that I get a little bit of revenge.”
“Uh huh… and would this not be considered a violation of your parole? Not that I give a damn if you kill the brain-dead bastard but if you get caught, aren't you afraid this will send you back to prison?”
“As much as I would love to RiP oUt HiS hEaRt and give it to Kai-chan as a gift you’re right about that it would send me back to prison but that’s only if I physically harm someone there's nothing that says I can’t psychologically harm them.”
“Ooooh, that's devious and surprisingly smart of you,” Akari smirked.
“I spent a good chunk of my life on the streets Kari-chan. I didn’t survive by being a complete idiot.” Touya shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, I wanna see the smile on Kai-chan’s face when I show him the aftermath.” The blue-haired male swooned, already imagining the look on Kaiji’s face.
“There it is. So you’re using this as a reason to impress Kaiji while at the same time knocking down one of those rich Aoyama bastards down a peg…Alright, I’m in. What are you thinking about?”
“Have you ever seen the movie “Carrie” Kari-chan~?”
“Oh, Oh, I like where this is heading…Tell me more, Touya-nii.”
Now In Katsushika…
Touya hummed as he sat on the vanity in his bedroom, getting ready to go down to Kobe to spend time with Kaiji. He had gotten special approval from his parole officer to spend the night as a reward for “good behavior”. How hilarious. However, Touya wasn't going to let go of this chance to spend the night at Kaiji’s.
A huge smile spread across Touya’s face he saw his phone blow up with all sorts of notifications from PROFILE. Then, much to Touya’s delight, his phone lit up with Akari’s caller ID, and he quickly answered it, placing the phone up to his ear.
“Kari-chan~!”
“You should’ve seen his fucking face Touya-nii! Hahaha! Oh, it was priceless! I even managed to get the rest of those Jet Set Bastards too!”
“Thanks, Kari-chan! I owe you a favor big time! I know it was probably a headache to break in and set up everything.”
“Don’t worry about it. I managed to snatch a couple of expensive items from the Chōten Manor plus seeing them like that is more than payment enough. Anyway, I’m sending you the video so you can surprise Kaiji with it.”
“I can’t wait to show him! He’s going to love it~!” Touya laughed, kicking his legs together in glee. “Alright, I need to finish getting ready Kari-chan. So I'll see you later!”
“See ya Touya-nii. Have fun.”
“Oh, I will Kari-chan. Bye-bye~!”
Hanging up the call Touya was not surprised when just a few seconds later a message from Akari popped up on his screen. Seeing the video the deranged boy hit play and watched the shitshow that had just happened. As he watched the video Touya couldn’t help the laughter that slipped out of his mouth. It grew more and more unhinged the longer he viewed it until Touya was nearly shrieking with laughter.
“Again with this nonsense, I swear when I find the peasant or peons that entered not only me but my beloved in this ridiculous show, I will sue them for everything they are worth which I’m sure will be not much.”
“I already have an idea on who it was that entered me in this god forsaken circus of a pageant however, I sincerely apologize for having you be dragged into this mess, dearest. But if it makes it any better, I am glad to be spending time with you no matter how…flashy it has to be.”
“Agreed and I have to say, you look quite beautiful in that outfit, green looks absolutely stunning on you.”
“You flatter me, dearest, and you look quite fetching yourself, so dashing in a lovely suit.”
“Cosplay? Uh, can’t say I’m all too familiar with it. I mean, I’ve modeled for video games and anime before but not as often, especially compared to Kaiji.”
“Grrr, I still can’t believe that we’re tied with those freaks! I mean, were they even allowed to do what they did during the talent show?!”
“Eh, I enjoyed it and cool it, you. We still got a chance to turn this around. Speaking of which, nice idea with the characters to cosplay, I’ve never seen Cowboy Bebop but man, wearing stuff like this really takes me back.”
*Stares shamelessly at Lola* “…”
“Goddamnit not again, *claps hands in front of Karada’s face* KARADA! Wake up!”
“Gah!…Crap, sorry Lola! You…seriously look good in that. You’re like the real life Julia!”
“Aww, thanks babes, you look nice yourself, like a…really buff Spike.”
The place was filled with guests— estimated to be close to around five hundred people, all dressed in their absolute finest and completely masking over the waiters carrying trays of hors d’œvres or beverages. Despite the mass of people, the venue was far from compact or cramped.
Round tables with gorgeous tablecloths that draped over, several artwork displayed on the light walls, and twinkling green lights decorated the columns and greenery. Classical music was playing, setting the mood for the day that would go on until the evening.
In the heart of the venue was a round table that seated the three stars of the night: Tomi Chōten, Karada Kessaku, and Luis Kōkyū. Nothing but the best for the three men who would soon be representing the city of Aoyama in the upcoming Division Rap Battle, celebrating their third year together as a team.
The three were chatting on their own while a waiter served them chutes of champagne. Paying the waiter no mind, they each picked up their chutes and clinked them together, the light chime a pleasant sound amidst the many chatters throughout the gala hall. Wasting no time, they each sipped from their glasses, paying little attention to the taste of the beverage.
Really and truly.
Nothing but the best.
Part 2 will release in just a bit, so sit back and hang tight!
“Hmm… I could say lots of things, but it wouldn’t exactly be very befitting of me… How do I put this in the least offensive way possible…”
“Jackass. Kinda reminds me of family. It’s people like him that make me glad I’m deaf.”
“Whoops, did I just say that out loud? Hehe!”
Karada Kessaku
“Ah… bodybuilders and athletes have never exactly been known to get along… He looks pretty friendly, though! He seems silly and a bit goofy, just like me! And we’re almost the same age, too, maybe we’d get along!”
“I’m sorry? He only trains women? And he has a habit of hitting on them? Uh huh…” she shivered. “Oh geez… that’s kinda creepy… is it just me? Yeah, no, maybe I take it back, I don’t think I wanna get along with him…”
Luis Kōkyū
“Oh whew, finally! A less… concerning member from this team… Hehe, ever since Shian first started talking about how good this guy’s food is, I’ve been wanting to go to his restaurant with Makina myself. But my god if the prices aren’t a heart attack on a menu… Maybe on a special occasion like Makina’s birthday.”
“I’ve been told that despite his cold demeanor, he’s very family-oriented. Can’t say I relate, myself, but several of my clients are family-people so it’s nice to know that there are those out there that have positive relationships with their relatives. Good on them!”
Jet Set Trio
“Hmmm… a team with a narcissist of a leader… a bodybuilder with a somewhat lower IQ… and a chef with his guard up high…”
Aoyama…
Honestly, because Aoyama is a small section of Minato, I took it upon myself to look into them some more…
I can’t hear what their delivery or flow sound like, but some people have subtitled their lyrics online.
As far as lyrics are concerned…
There is an easy way to get these guys to crumble. Too easy.
Anika shook her head and leaned back in her seat. Aoyama… Minato…
Don’t give it too much thought… It’s probably just a coincidence… these guys’re probably unrelated to that.
Unrelated…
Probably…
Related or not, I’ll still get all of my questions answered, I swear it.
