[h3][Color=SkyBlue][U]Gen Itoshi[/U][/Color][/h3]
[i]Sunday, May 3[sup]rd[/sup], 2015[/i]

[i]Warakuma Park[/i]

Gen shouted incomprehensibly, grabbing the food he had made, after hours of slaving himself on the kitchen, and ripped off Rikimaru's mask. [Color=SkyBlue]"YOU WILL EAT IT AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!!"[/Color] He spat out, his eyes big and mad and almost out of his socket. His hand pushed the brownies and scones inside Rikimaru's throat, while a crazy laugh rung loudly...

Of course, that actually did not happen. Gen stood there, shook his head off to remove the aforementioned mental image, and separated a few sweets aside. [Color=SkyBlue]"Oh, that's okay, you can take them home. Sorry, I never thought it was a serious thing, the mask, I mean."[/Color] Gen bent his back slightly, to bow, offering his apology. Now Gen could only think that the other was hiding something, which made him all the more curious. Even if it disgusted him, even if it put distance between them, one day he wanted to know what lied behind it. Maybe it sounded selfish, and it was not like he knew the guy for years; they barely talked at school and up to now their conversations have not been exactly deep. But one day he would like to know.

[Color=SkyBlue]"Anyway,"[/Color] Gen said, more to break the awkward atmosphere that was setting in like a thick fog. [Color=SkyBlue]"I think I'll take you up on your offer. But please, no fights. I would not want to get home all wounded."[/Color] He uttered a anxious laugh. Seeing that Rikimaru knew a lot more than he did, a winner of a showdown between them was rather obvious. Besides, Gen was not one to pick fights, preferring to stay at the side and maybe tend to the defeated. [Color=SkyBlue]"First thing first, how do you hold it?"[/Color] It was evident that Gen had not picked up a weapon in his life.