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Title: Business As Usual
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Akira
Characters: Kaneda, Kai, Yamagata, Tetsuo
Summary: A normal evening in the Harukiya is not quite a normal evening anywhere else.
Warnings: Language, mild violence.
There's a domestic at the Harukiya. Kai's not sure exactly what's going on until he's shoved heavily into Kaneda by a guy in what looks like riot gear yelling something angry and authoritative in an American accent.
It's Takagawa and his girlfriend. It's always Takagawa and his girlfriend - every damn time without fail.
She's screaming something about him sleeping around because those crabs couldn't come from anyone else, and he appears to be just standing there with half a shot glass embedded in his face yelling right back at her for being a slut.
The police are a rather unnecessary addition to the whole farce. They seem to realise this when they go to help Takagawa's girlfriend and simply get screeched at and recieve a lime green stiletto boot in the face, until they back the hell off and stand there, decked out in all their gear with their rubber bullets and their mace just watching.
That's the fucking state of this city nowadays - the police are whipped by everyone, and so damn out of touch that they just lie back and take it for lack of anything better to do. They stand there, batons poised, watching Takagawa bleed and try and yell his way out of another situation.
The rest of the Capsules watch uninterestedly, after all this is just business as usual. Yamagata is nonchalantly picking his way through the mixed nuts with an expression of distaste and Tetsuo's watching him evidently desperate to comment.
"What?" Yamagata finally grunts.
"Nothin'." Tetsuo shakes his head, arms crossed defiantly over his little pigeon chest in a way that Kai knows is arrogant enough to get Yamagata worked up.
"No, you're pulling that fucking stupid expression, like I'm a retard or somethin'. Spill." The bowl of nuts is abandoned, and Kai pulls it out of the firing line as Yamagata draws himself up to his rather impressive six foot three.
"No," Tetsuo says exasperatedly - Bad move, pal, Kai thinks. "It's just, do you know there's probably piss and everything in there? I mean none of the guys ever wash their hands when they get out of the can."
"You saying I suck dick?" Yamagata asks.
Kai feels rather paternal at this point - he doesn't really think that Tetsuo understands Yamagata's unique way of thinking that means he manages to jump from one topic to something completely unrelated in a rather convoluted, complex way. It takes some getting used to, and Kai's pretty sure only he and Kaneda have got it down to a tee.
"... No."
"Yeah you are you little bastard!" Yamagata's voice gets louder, and the riot police previously at a loose end suddenly seem cautiously optimistic that maybe something's going to kick off after all.
Both Kai and Kaneda shove their seats back, and press themselves hard into the greasy back wall with a shared glance of apprehension. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.
The punch is like some sort of dreamy, slow motion scene out of the western movies that Kai's mother always used to like, until Yamagata's fist actually connects with the side of Tetsuo's head, and then they're back in the grimy, noisy Harukiya which seems even more real than before.
There's a crack, and Tetsuo flies backwards, stumbling into one of the Americans, clutching the side of his face. Yamagata's expression is a tangled storm of jagged lines that make him look even more menacing than before. That's their cue to make themselves scarce.
"Let's get outta here," Kaneda mutters from beside Kai, draining the last of his beer as the policemen begin to shuffle forwards in eager anticipation, eyes fixed firmly on Tetsuo launching himself back at Yamagata's face, fingers outstretched.
He fights like a girl.
"Yeah, alright. Wait outside?" Kai finishes his own drink, and stands up, following Kaneda back outside past Takagawa and his girlfriend necking affectionately in the doorway, blood dribbling down Takagawa's forehead into his girlfriend's hair.
It's almost an hour later when Yamagata emerges, bloodied and beaming, a riot helmet at fixed at a rather jaunty angle on his head and a couple of cans of mace sticking out of his back pocket tellingly.
"Cheers for waiting," He grunts, like nothing's happened. "I could kill for fried chicken."
There's another shared glance between Kai and Kaneda that ends up with both of them staring warily at the disconcertingly silent door into the Harukiya.
"What?" Yamagata asks, sounding genuinely concerned. He wipes blood out of his rapidly swelling left eye and frowns impatiently.
"... You know what, man? Nothing. Let's get outta here." Kaneda shakes his head. After all, tomorrow it'll all just start up again without fail.
"Awesome!" Yamagata punches the air triumphantly, his face lighting up like a kid at Christmas.
Kai rolls his eyes. Business as usual.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Akira
Characters: Kaneda, Kai, Yamagata, Tetsuo
Summary: A normal evening in the Harukiya is not quite a normal evening anywhere else.
Warnings: Language, mild violence.
There's a domestic at the Harukiya. Kai's not sure exactly what's going on until he's shoved heavily into Kaneda by a guy in what looks like riot gear yelling something angry and authoritative in an American accent.
It's Takagawa and his girlfriend. It's always Takagawa and his girlfriend - every damn time without fail.
She's screaming something about him sleeping around because those crabs couldn't come from anyone else, and he appears to be just standing there with half a shot glass embedded in his face yelling right back at her for being a slut.
The police are a rather unnecessary addition to the whole farce. They seem to realise this when they go to help Takagawa's girlfriend and simply get screeched at and recieve a lime green stiletto boot in the face, until they back the hell off and stand there, decked out in all their gear with their rubber bullets and their mace just watching.
That's the fucking state of this city nowadays - the police are whipped by everyone, and so damn out of touch that they just lie back and take it for lack of anything better to do. They stand there, batons poised, watching Takagawa bleed and try and yell his way out of another situation.
The rest of the Capsules watch uninterestedly, after all this is just business as usual. Yamagata is nonchalantly picking his way through the mixed nuts with an expression of distaste and Tetsuo's watching him evidently desperate to comment.
"What?" Yamagata finally grunts.
"Nothin'." Tetsuo shakes his head, arms crossed defiantly over his little pigeon chest in a way that Kai knows is arrogant enough to get Yamagata worked up.
"No, you're pulling that fucking stupid expression, like I'm a retard or somethin'. Spill." The bowl of nuts is abandoned, and Kai pulls it out of the firing line as Yamagata draws himself up to his rather impressive six foot three.
"No," Tetsuo says exasperatedly - Bad move, pal, Kai thinks. "It's just, do you know there's probably piss and everything in there? I mean none of the guys ever wash their hands when they get out of the can."
"You saying I suck dick?" Yamagata asks.
Kai feels rather paternal at this point - he doesn't really think that Tetsuo understands Yamagata's unique way of thinking that means he manages to jump from one topic to something completely unrelated in a rather convoluted, complex way. It takes some getting used to, and Kai's pretty sure only he and Kaneda have got it down to a tee.
"... No."
"Yeah you are you little bastard!" Yamagata's voice gets louder, and the riot police previously at a loose end suddenly seem cautiously optimistic that maybe something's going to kick off after all.
Both Kai and Kaneda shove their seats back, and press themselves hard into the greasy back wall with a shared glance of apprehension. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.
The punch is like some sort of dreamy, slow motion scene out of the western movies that Kai's mother always used to like, until Yamagata's fist actually connects with the side of Tetsuo's head, and then they're back in the grimy, noisy Harukiya which seems even more real than before.
There's a crack, and Tetsuo flies backwards, stumbling into one of the Americans, clutching the side of his face. Yamagata's expression is a tangled storm of jagged lines that make him look even more menacing than before. That's their cue to make themselves scarce.
"Let's get outta here," Kaneda mutters from beside Kai, draining the last of his beer as the policemen begin to shuffle forwards in eager anticipation, eyes fixed firmly on Tetsuo launching himself back at Yamagata's face, fingers outstretched.
He fights like a girl.
"Yeah, alright. Wait outside?" Kai finishes his own drink, and stands up, following Kaneda back outside past Takagawa and his girlfriend necking affectionately in the doorway, blood dribbling down Takagawa's forehead into his girlfriend's hair.
It's almost an hour later when Yamagata emerges, bloodied and beaming, a riot helmet at fixed at a rather jaunty angle on his head and a couple of cans of mace sticking out of his back pocket tellingly.
"Cheers for waiting," He grunts, like nothing's happened. "I could kill for fried chicken."
There's another shared glance between Kai and Kaneda that ends up with both of them staring warily at the disconcertingly silent door into the Harukiya.
"What?" Yamagata asks, sounding genuinely concerned. He wipes blood out of his rapidly swelling left eye and frowns impatiently.
"... You know what, man? Nothing. Let's get outta here." Kaneda shakes his head. After all, tomorrow it'll all just start up again without fail.
"Awesome!" Yamagata punches the air triumphantly, his face lighting up like a kid at Christmas.
Kai rolls his eyes. Business as usual.
