Out of the Gun Fire, Into the Fangirls

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru was going to stubbornly disagree that he was a creep. It would just be like if he had come off the beach in his swim trunks. Granted his briefs were a good deal shorter and tighter than your average male swim shorts but who was paying attention to that detail? Don't answer that. Still, he was going to mostly ignore that. Bitch, He commented quietly. And that was all he had to say about that.

Now, back to desserts and delicious revenge. It was amazing how one awful moment from his childhood provide such great entertainment today. It helped a good deal that it wasn't his face the whipped cream was flying into. It pleased him to no end that it worked so flawlessly and he burst out laughing. Mission accomplished! In all his mirth, it was good to know that he was still able to keep the car going straight at a good pace. He settled back in his seat, a smile plastered on his face.

He gave Caleb a sideways glance, finding a new way to poke fun at his boss. It really was a strange relationship that they had that Ru could do all this to the man and not get serious repercussions from it. You aren't? Huh, lost that bet then, He said with a shrug when Caleb said he wasn't used to being so messied. Of course he chose to construe it in quite the wrong way, but that's what made it more fun. It wouldn't be right of him to leave it to be innocent.

He waved off what the thought was going to be a threat for later. War, sure. But he hadn't realized he had given Caleb the perfect weapon. It was an oversight he would shortly regret. How dare he leave his things unattended when a true criminal sat beside him? One of the first rules of being a gang member is you don't leave your gun laying around. It can be turned against you. Clearly that same rule applies to whipped cream cans.

Hikaru shouted when he felt the whipped cream in his underwear. He wouldn't have been so concerned if Caleb had just snapped the waistband, but this? This was just damn wrong! With a scowl, Ru turned the wheel sharply and pulled on the emergency brake. The car went spinning violently just so Caleb would be tossed none too gently out of Hikaru's personal space. Now he was really, really uncomfortable.

If you wanted a look-see, all you had to do was ask. That was a dick move and you get to clean up the mess, He snapped at his best friend. The whipped cream was not the only sticky issue. Hikaru pouted. He only had a few bites of his ice cream now it was nothing more than extra mess. He hasty reaction meant that the cup of delicious went flying and became inedible. What started as a good day suddenly just got worse.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb had smiled at the utterance of bitch, taking that as another victory. It was a shame that it couldn't have stopped there, though. Instead whipped cream shenanigans had to happen, and Hikaru had to add a comment to how messied he was. He allowed it. He didn't have to respond to that when he had revenge planned, and what beautiful revenge it was. 

At least until the car swerved to a stop; then there had been a heavy thud and a loud curse. He might be able to admit it was his fault, but it didn't make it any less curse worthy. He also threw his best friend a dirty look. He'd had words planned, but they were quickly forgotten when he caught sight of the state Hikaru was in. He wasn't just covered in his own ice cream, either. Caleb had lost his too. 

And Caleb didn't care about the ice cream. Not now, at least. He was too busy roaring with laughter. They were both a mess and covered in dessert, but he could put up with that. His clothes were safe and he could have a shower. So could Hikaru, but he seemed too busy pouting to realise that. Now this was a landslide victory! He didn't even mind that he'd split his eyebrow open on the window thanks to a lack of seat belt. 

"Pretty sure I've always been a dick, bro." Caleb forced a reply in-between fits of laughter, though he calmed down after another few minutes and rubbed at the split in his brow, heedless of the blood and the way it stung. "And that is game, set and match. Total victory! The boss is still on top." He chuckled and shook his head. "Goddamn, you're a mess, though." 

Hikaru was a complete and utter mess; and he was close to laughing again. He didn't even mind the implication that he'd done that just to take a peek at his friend's goods. Nope. Nothing could take away his high from winning right now. Nothing. Not even a pissed off second and being told he had to clean up. 

"We're both covered in dessert and it's nothing a shower can't fix. Stop being a baby." He tilted his head, his grin cheeky. "Or was that a demand I use my mouth? I didn't know you wanted me so bad, Ru. I know I have all the sex appeal, but show a little more restraint, would you?" He chuckled, close to laughing again. "We should really get back to one'a the safe houses." They really should. If just so the could clean up and finally get some clothes back on.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru loved playing games, but this was just ridiculous. He knew he could get cleaned up, but he didn't want to sit there covered in stickiness for any prolonged amount of time. Usually the sticky mess was someone else's blood which he could handle since he ended up driving at high speeds to get somewhere safe or just too damn tired to care. Right now, neither of those scenarios was the case and he had to suffer. This was so not cool.

He let out a heavy sigh, glaring at the boss. A small victory. You know this isn't the end of it though. In fact, just to shove Caleb's smug face in it, he could get a good lick of his victory. Ru ran his hand up his torso, gathering as much ice cream that covered him as he could. Reaching over, he moved to smear the mess over Caleb's face, uncaring that he was hurt. It was small and the boss had had a lot worse. A little ice cream in his wound wouldn't do much harm.

Despite Caleb telling him to stop being a "baby", Hikaru continued to pout. It's not the mess. I wanted that ice cream, He sulked. He shifted in his seat, adjusting to the melting cream in his underwear. Gross. Your mouth, your shirt, I don't care what you use, just fix it! This feels awful! It would be one thing if this was part of a really good night, but he hadn't wanted nor agreed to this! He wanted to be clean as soon as possible. Even a little tidying up would be acceptable right this moment.

The Asian continued to pout and turned the car around, setting off for the nearest safe house. Sadly, they still had several minutes to go before a proper shower was in sight. The biggest plus was that most of this clothing had been spared. His nice jacket had survived the ice cream disaster so there was at least that one bright spot in all this.

He glanced over at Caleb, still frowning. I've got first dibs on the shower. Ha! Take that. He could get clean first. That was the best victory he was probably going to get today but he would take what he could get at this point. Horray for that.

[Caleb Sinclair]

"Man, there is nothing you can do to take this victory from me. I'm king of the fuckin' castle!" Caleb was grinning like a demon by this point, and not even a face full of ice cream was enough to dampen his mirth. Instead he allowed it, and poked his tongue out in return. His best friend was such a sore loser. "You mad, bro?"

Hikaru definitely seemed mad to him. He also seemed like a gigantic sulk, but that just made it more amusing. Caleb had to bite his tongue to ward off another fit of laughter. It wouldn't do to giggle at his friend more than he had already. He didn't want to be one of those atrocious winners who never shut up about their victories and wins, after all. 

--Who was he kidding? That was exactly what he wanted to be. "You're throwing such a hissy fit right now." He leant over to scoop some of the ice cream off Hikaru's chest, and pop it in his mouth. Huh. So that was the kind of mint he liked? It was better than he had expected. Especially when he didn't normally like the flavour. "It ain't that bad." 

Caleb didn't have whipped cream in his underwear, though. He was covered in whipped cream and some ice cream, thanks to Hikaru, but it wasn't down his pants. That he was very thankful for. He imagined it would be a damn horrible feeling. The fact he wasn't sharing Hikaru's missery also made it easier to laugh at.

"I'll give you the shower 'cause I'm a Goddamn doll like that. Besides, I was planning on taking a bath, anyway." There was nothing quite as relaxing as a soak in the tub, and he felt he was allowed to treat himself now. He had won. The day was his. And as soon as they were back at the safe house he would have a victory bath with all the bells and whistles. What could he say? He liked pampering himself.

[Ru Fukui]

Why, yes, he was mad, bro. This feeling was just ... wrong. Whipped cream was so not meant to be on one's business for along. If you really wanted to make a treat out of yourself, it was most certainly made to be licked off rather shortly after application. This was so highly uncomfortable he was using so much strength of will to wiggle around in his seat. If it would be okay for his to whine, he would.

You're lucky it's just a hissy fit, He growled quietly, pulling out all his sulky stops. He was such an unhappy camper that he didn't react to Caleb taking more ice cream off his chest. He glanced the friend's way when he surprisingly turned out to be okay with the flavor. There was a joke to be made there, but Hikaru was too cranky at the moment to make it. Instead, he just filed this little piece of information away for later revenge.

Further options for aforementioned arose as Caleb didn't fight for the shower. Granted, with just a little dessert on him and safely out of his boxers, it didn't seem necessary to rush. Lucky him. However, this provided a fine outlet for Hikaru. It would take a little while since he really did have to get clean first, but that was okay. Events would happen that would make his day much brighter soon.

The car slowed as it came to a stop in front of the nearest safe house. The first thing Ru did upon getting out of the car was divesting himself of the last bit of clothing he had on. He tossed them carelessly onto the sidewalk and stormed over to the door, uncaring that he was now entirely without clothing. He really didn't care seeing as he didn't feel his situation was all that much better. At least Caleb got a good look at his clean backside. An ass for an ass.

Ru quickly navigated his way inside and to the nearest shower, slamming the door shut behind him. He would go back for his clothes when he was clean since carrying them as he was would just get them dirty. The hot water would relax him enough as well to plan out his next move against the "king of the fuckin' castle."

[Caleb Sinclair]

"Poor thing." Caleb truly did try to sound sincere, but every one of his acting attempts were short lived. He didn't mean for them to be! It was just that the entire ordeal had given him a bad case of the giggles. Every time he thought he had it under control, to the point that he could pretend he was apologetic or make a normal comment, he just had to look at Hikaru before he descended into another fit of hapless giggles.

It was probably how upset his friend was that kept him laughing, as cruel as that fact might make him. They were both covered in desserts, they both looked like they'd stepped off the set of a bad, dirty movie, but Hikaru was the one who was cross about it. He also had a fair helping of whipped cream down his underwear. 

That thought set Caleb off again, and he was still laughing when they got back to one of their safe houses. It was a laugh that became much louder when Hikaru divested himself of his last piece of clothing. He had to feel sorry for whoever might stumble across that underwear, considering it was discarded with such fervour and covered in a white mess that looked much more questionable when you didn't know it was whipped cream. 

Caleb grabbed their clothes and his phone from the car and headed inside, where he could toss everything onto a spare couch before heading to have his bath. He had said Hikaru could have the shower. He had been an utter doll about that, in fact! His friend get to keep the bathroom to himself, though. Not when the bath was there and not being used.

It wasn't being used until Caleb prepared himself a bath fit for royalty, at least. Anyone could say what they wanted about how he pampered himself, but it sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. And why shouldn't he treat himself like a Goddamn king? He was awesome. He could also afford the nice clothes and bath oils. He'd never admit he was quite as into the fashion scene as he was, though. That wouldn't be very Gang Leader of him. At all. Having a degree in fashion design probably wasn't very Gang Leader, either, but no one knew about that except for his old tutors and professors.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru was finally free of Caleb for a short while. He would be in better spirits and able to laugh about all this in a few minutes. He had to be clean to see the hilarity his situation had caused. Sticky mess was just not conducive to a good sense of humor. This shower was going to do wonders for him.

Stepping into the shower, he sighed as the hot water started to run over him. Now this was much better. He was getting clean, the heat was relaxing, the door was opening. All was ... the door was opening? His mind came to a stand still as he realized the bathroom was no longer solely his. What was supposed to be a sanctuary was no longer a safe place. How was he supposed to enjoy himself? Caleb was being an utter assbutt.

Hikaru peeked from behind the shower curtain, frowning at his friend. You couldn't wait ten minutes? He asked. You're really that hot for me that you couldn't just let me get clean first? Perhaps he should have expected this. Caleb was the one to look in his underwear. Hikaru had seen all of Caleb today, but it hadn't been by his own hand. The boss wanted an entire room to see the full show where as this man getting into the bath had very purposely pulled at his underwear.

He sighed, trying to pretend that it was just him and the hot water in here. He didn't think this was going to be as relaxing as he had hoped now. His shoulders actually slumped bothered that he couldn't enjoy this. Still, he had to be clean and this was just more fuel for the fire. He had to retaliate. Several ideas went swimming through his mind. However, given their current situation, he narrowed them down.

He hurried with his shower, now a man on a mission. Throwing the curtain open, Ru grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. While he had little care for his state of dress, he did want to be nice enough to not drip all over everything. He headed out of the bathroom and made a beeline for the full bar that almost all of their safe houses had. That fact might actually play a part in why so many of their missions go awry, right this moment it just meant he could follow through with his plan without a hitch.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb favoured Hikaru with a curious glance when the other man spoke, obviously annoyed that he'd invaded his privacy. "I don't see you using the tub." He arched an eyebrow. "An' I'm not about to join you in the shower. Sorry to dash your hopes, bro." And that bit of snark made up for his mental stumble earlier too. He was certain it did!

Even if there was a small chance it didn't, however, he found he didn't care. Not right now, at least. Instead he was more focused on that bath and how nice he could make it. He might have been a gang leader, tough as nails and hardcore, but that didn't mean he had to settle for boring blocks of soup and smelling like sweat. Bath oils, salts and bath bombs existed, so why shouldn't he use them? Besides, they went quite nicely with his expensive tastes.

Yeah, waiting ten minutes would have definitely been too long when he could be enjoying his bath right at this minute. Hikaru should be able to enjoy his shower too. It wasn't like he was properly intruding! He was just over here. In the bath. Minding his own business. His friend just needed to stop acting so salty over a little whipped cream and a little revenge.

It seemed that might take a while, though. He was out of the shower pretty quickly and still seemed pretty salty. Caleb watched Hikaru leave, narrowing dark eyes on the door. He couldn't help but be a little suspicious and wary. His best friend was sure to try and topple his castle, right? And right now, Caleb couldn't keep an eye on him.

How dangerous. He wasn't about to climb out of the bath just to watch Hikaru, though. Nope. Not at all. He had a bath to enjoy and finish. So, as long as it didn't make a mess or damage anything, he supposed he could deal with whatever was to come after he'd spent a couple more minutes relaxed and pampered.

[Ru Fukui]

Ru was now certain that Caleb was just trying to be the biggest pain in the ass ever. While it was a certainty that no one did anything the way they did, this was just irritating as hell. He was pretty sure they were supposed to annoy everyone else. Then again, Caleb was an arrogant little thing and had to rub salt in every wound he caused so to speak. He had to have not only the final pranks, but the final word.

Hikaru could do without the last word since he had something else planned entirely. He smiled to himself as he was busy by the bar. He would have liked a really big bucket right now, but he could make do with the medium sized beer cooler. He took the plastic box from its home and went to the ice bin. Considering how many parties they threw, he knew it would be stocked. You never knew when you would be hosting a bunch of random people that come out of no where. One must be prepared.

Filling the container until it was ready to spill onto the floor, Hikaru felt he was ready for revenge. First, though, he ran his hands through his dripping wet hair, slicking it back in place. He wanted to look good for the cussing out that he was about to receive. Even knowing that he was about to piss his boss off couldn't deter him from his plan.

With the ice-filled box in hand, Ru went back to the bathroom. He grinned at Caleb, saying not a word as he walked over to stand over the other man. Very deliberately, he spilled the considerable amount of ice over Cale's head and into the water. He completely upturned the cooler to make sure every last cube had fallen out, mostly into the bath. I think you need to chill out, bro, He said at last.

Hikaru have his friend a quick pat on the shoulder then turned on his heel. He was feeling better now. He could get dressed and feel quite comfortable for the rest of the day.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb had been enjoying his bath. He had been relaxing. He had been completely and utterly pleased with himself. And then Hikaru had to come in and ruin it. He had looked towards his friend when the door opened, and that cooler was impossible to miss, but even then, despite his suspicions, he hadn't expected the bastard to tip an entire cooler of ice over his royal head and into his royal bath.

He might have squawked. He did swear. And there was splashing and water everywhere as he scrambled to stumble out of a bath that had been lovely. It had been lovely before Hikaru came back in at least. "You dickhole!" Caleb hissed, shaking the water off and damning the chill. He could deal with the cold fine enough when it was expected, but that was about as bad as having a snowball shoved down his shirt. Probably worse. He was too busy sputtering swear words to decide.

"Screw you, man. That had been a nice bath." Caleb snatched a towel from the rack, so he wasn't standing there completely naked. Also some amount of cover might take the chill off. At least it wasn't the dead of winter outside? That would have made that prank horrible and cruel. It probably would've meant that he'd have snow dropped into the tub instead of ice cubes too.

What made him truly irritated was that he had no immediate ideas for revenge. The attack of the ice cubes didn't offer him immediate inspiration, and made it harder to think than he cared to admit. Caleb frowned. "Still king of the fuckin' castle." Some damn ice cubes weren't enough to rob him of his crown! And until he thought up proper revenge, he was going to be petty. "An' you just volunteered yourself for newbie duty. Have fun dealing with them kids."

He was certain he could think of a pretty amusing task for them to do too. One that would involve embarrassment and maybe him suggesting they meet the gun dealer somewhere awkward. Maybe some kind of underground sex club? That would work, and he could ask the new kids to take pictures of Hikaru getting harassed by the gimps and furries. If they did that they'd have a favour from the boss too! It would be a good start for 'em.

[Ru Fukui]

Ah, the squeal of shock and curses of displeasure were like music. He enjoyed every bit of it since he didn't think anything was going to come immediately following all that racket. They were in a safe place where the most dangerous prank weapons were actual weapons. It wasn't exactly something that would inspire Caleb to pull something on him again. They weren't playing a game that would actually get them seriously hurt.

Hikaru toweled off and rifled through the pile of clothes until he found his pants. He easily slipped them on, not caring that he had nothing between him and the denim. That would change when he got home and he had his fuzzy pajama pants to change into, but for now it didn't bother him. Once his pants were secure around his hips, he pulled out his phone, checking to see if there were important messages that he missed while getting messy with Caleb.

Nothing life or death. Good, that meant he had time for a drink. He returned to the bar, this time actually looking to use things as they were meant to be. Yep, I know. I'll try to make sure they don't get themselves killed, He called back. If he were entirely honest, he might do a little weeding while he was on babysitting duty. Those he didn't think were strong enough for their crew weren't going to get very far under his care.

He had far too much respect for his job, this crew, and Caleb. He wouldn't allow snobby little wanna-bes to get into the gang. He would shoot himself in the foot before he allowed the integrity of this crew to be compromised. Actually, no, he would just shoot the people that couldn't handle it in the face. That was a better idea.

Hikaru set out two glasses, and started pouring his own drink. What's your poison today, princess? He asked, deciding to be nice after having been a "dickhole" minutes ago. He was like one of those candies you see commercials for. Sour, then sweet.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb groused as he toweled himself dry and let the water out of the tub. It was still a shame. It had been a damn fantastic bath before Hikaru came along. Still, he supposed he deserved the retribution after what he'd done to the other man. He just didn't like it, and he would still be petty. Hikaru understood. Good.

Admittedly, it wasn't just for punishment, either. Caleb always put one of the very most senior members of the crew with the new kids; that way they got to know the ropes from someone experienced, and those he trusted could do some weeding. Caleb might come across as a man who was all about the fun side of life, but he took his role seriously. He wasn't about to let down the gang by being a bad leader. His best friend's shenanigans just made it his turn to deal with the kids sooner rather than later.

It wasn't like Caleb shafted that job to other people all the time, either. It was a rotation and he was included in that, even when it might give some of the others panic attacks at time. He did apologise for that sometimes, but it was always with a smile and a tone that suggested he really wasn't sorry. He was probably gonna die from a bullet to the head someday. He accepted it. So he wasn't about to hide and avoid trouble just because he was the boss.

With the mention of poison, Caleb wandered back to the lounge where he could pull his pants on and peer towards the bar. It didn't complete make up for the ice cubes, but the promise of a drink did make him feel marginally more pleased. "Scotch'll do me fine, thanks" It would do him damn fine. So would securing his pants around his hips and pulling his dress shirt back on. Which he did. So now he was presentable.

Dressed, presentable, and about to enjoy a drink served to him by the slave, Caleb could turn his attention back to his phone. He had checked it earlier, so he doubted anything would have come up just yet, but it was a small compulsion he had to humour. Just in case. It was always worth being safe rather than sorry, right? Besides, now that he knew he didn't have any important messages, he could get back to Angry Birds.

[Ru Fukui]

It seemed the adventures for the day were coming to a close. It didn't seem like an attack was close at hand. He eyed Caleb for just a moment as he came out of the bathroom to retrieve his own clothing. Nothing in his hands which was a plus. It was only the promise that he was stuck with the kids for a while. That he could handle without a second thought.

Okay, finally, he allowed himself to really relax. At least he was clean now, had his pants back on, and could indulge in some hard liquor. He gave a small nod to Caleb's request, looking like a truly professional bartender the way he handled the bottle so easily. He pushed the glass toward the boss and turned away.

True to his heritage, Hikaru was one to always turn to sake first. He actually had to crouch down to get to his stash. He made sure each of their bars came fully stocked with his choice of liquors. It was actually easier said than done since he had only found very few brands that he truly liked. He also had to make sure there was room for them since all the bottles had to be held at room temperature or warmer.

Pouring a glass for himself and raised it a little. To a good game, He said, before kicking back the liquid. They had outrun the cops without injury, stripped for a bunch of women, and had a strange game going until just minutes ago. He felt they were pretty even. He had gotten the last strike while Caleb gave him a verbal punishment. Given that running with the rookies was something common among the top dogs in the gang, he didn't think it a terrible thing. It was bound to come anyway.

Now he just had to kick back and get a good buzz on until something interesting arose.