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Now — ! Walk over, come closer, make your way to me Clapping your hands in a beat of 1, 2, 3; That’s enough, I’m tired, go away. At the end of everyday, I’m just a bad unwanted kid. I dream of colours, vivid as the sky, But waking up, I face the dark relentless night that ruthlessly tears me apart, whilst singing to the very last note. So — ! Come on and meet me somewhere over there. Everyone hurrying, the words "let's go" ringing in the air!

As soon as SUPER☆RANGERS' performance ended, Tsubaki had promptly excused himself — his explanation being along the lines of having dropped something near the entrance, which would have probably been believable, if not for the fact that he was heading in the opposite direction. In reality, the young man had gone in search of his stash of water guns, having hidden them away prior to their stage act. After all, nothing felt more satisfying than catching others by surprise.

Lifting his hand to shied his eyes from the incoming sunlight, Tsubaki grimaced. If his memory were anything to go off of, the guns should be behind the trash can nearest to the hot springs. Certainly, it wasn't the most brilliant of hiding spots, but he had to make do on such short notice. Besides, the shadow of the building hid it and the trash can from view; there was no way anyone would notice it!

In hindsight, that was awfully optimistic of him.

After a light jog across the park, Tsubaki proceeded to slyly — in other words, very conspicuously — make his way towards the aforementioned waste disposal, ascertaining that no one he knew or recognized was in proximity. If he were to be honest with himself, Tsubaki was ridiculously excited, with the added fuel of being surrounded by so many people and those people being in the same line of business, well. A little fun wouldn't hurt, right?

He wriggled his fingers in anticipation — you could say he was a bit too trigger-happy — and unzipped the bag he expected to be full of an assortment of colorful toy guns. Tsubaki smiled emptily, realizing a moment too late how light the bag felt in his hands, and stared down at what was nothing but thin air.

"...a vanishing act? As much as I like magic tricks, this isn't funny at all," he murmured to himself, expectedly unperturbed. Glancing at the dustbin to his side, Tsubaki's smile grew more strained by the second. "Don't tell me they threw them away..."

Frankly, he doubted that was the case. Why throw only the water guns away and leave the bag? Tsubaki had never seen himself as much of a detective, but that much he could deduct, at least. Still, there were plenty of strange people in Japan — he couldn't completely rule out that someone with an atypical hate towards water guns had come upon his bag and thrown them away without an ounce of hesitation!

Internally, Tsubaaki groaned. Understanding the implications of the source of his doubt, he once again checked to see if anyone he knew was in the vicinity. Shuffling uncomfortably, Tsubaki lifted the top of the garbage can and immediately pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What is that smell?" Dropping the lid, he tentatively pushed one hand into the contents of the can. God, Tsubaki hoped against all odds, no one apart of the media would happen upon him — the headlines would undoubtedly be something like SUPER☆RANGERS MEMBER DIGGING THROUGH TRASH, STARVING OR DESPERATE? — or anyone else, for that matter.

He winced as soon as he felt something undeniably akin a melted slushy slide between the gaps of his fingers. Ugh, this was so nasty.

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WHAT COLOR IS THAT SKY?

Sekai ha nazo darake
Ano sora honmono?
Sekai ha hitoiro
Okasenai watashi iro

Aika wore a very daring swimsuit today, but mostly because her mother had picked it out for her. Most mother's would not be willing and happy to show off their daughter's body. But her mother had a passion for fashion and so here Aika was, completely out of her element in a swimsuit she never would have chosen for herself. The swimsuit bikini top was strapless and a soft pink color with light orange lace-up in the front as a design. The bottoms were designed the same except the lace-up was on both sides rather than in the middle. 

Aika wore a strapless smock over it covered in ruffles around her chest. The dress ended above her knees and made her a bit more comfortable with her outfit choice. On her feet she wore pink flip flops that matched the dress and the swimsuit. She had been with some friends who came to see their fans but she had lost them in the crowds.

So now she was at a loss of what to do. She had no friends around and had no idea where to go next. The brown haired girl pulled out her cell and dialed numbers, to no avail. No one answered. Her face was one of disappointment. Her first visit to the water park and not a friend in sight! 

She was about to call it quits when something caught her eye. In the shadow of a building she saw a silhouette that appeared to be a male. She blinked multiple times, finding herself very curious as to what the man was doing there. She stepped a little closer, keeping out of his line of sight and then she realized he had just opened the trash can he stood beside.

What on earth was he doing going through that? She could smell it from here and it wasn't exactly appealing. At a loss of whether to approach the man or not, she stood awkwardly a small distance away as he put his hands into the trash.

"E-excuse me sir? Did you lose something?" Her voice was very quiet, and she doubted that he had even heard her on account of the noise he was making in the trash can but she waited to see if he would notice her.

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Now — ! Walk over, come closer, make your way to me Clapping your hands in a beat of 1, 2, 3; That’s enough, I’m tired, go away. At the end of everyday, I’m just a bad unwanted kid. I dream of colours, vivid as the sky, But waking up, I face the dark relentless night that ruthlessly tears me apart, whilst singing to the very last note. So — ! Come on and meet me somewhere over there. Everyone hurrying, the words "let's go" ringing in the air!

The temptation to panic was strong, but Tsubaki's desire to remain composed was even stronger. He could imagine the sight: a young man sweating graciously under the sun, not yet in his swimwear, with a single arm stuck within a trash can. If he weren't that very young man, Tsubaki would have considered laughing. Instead, he turned his head inch by inch, a frozen smile on his face.

"You came at the right moment," he said cheerfully. "If you could go find me a wet towel, I'd really appreciate it."

Clearly, the most distressing thing on his mind was that there was unidentifiable gunk on his hand.

In all seriousness, just a few minutes of digging through the trash had made Tsubaki feel like a miserable joke. Forget about being seen by other people, this was about his own self-image! Attempting to fling whatever he could to the ground, Tsubaki managed a slight chuckle at his own expense, at least. "Really, of all the moments to walk in on me, it had to be in this kind of compromising position..."

Just his luck. Not that he was too embittered, but it was definitely embarrassing. It would have been better if the stranger had come upon him during some cool photo shoot or while he was saving a kitten from a burning building. Any other circumstance would have been way more dignified than digging through the trash, like some hapless raccoon.

"Just as a disclaimer," Tsubaki started, "I'm going to say this now: I don't do this often, this isn't really a hobby of mine — and if it were, I would have the common decency not to do it in broad daylight."

Smiling weakly, he had figured that it would be a good idea to clear up any misconceptions she may have had, due to his more than incriminating display.

"As for what you were asking about earlier, you pretty much hit the nail on the head," he sighed. "You haven't seen any water guns laying around, have you? I mean, I'm sure plenty of people have them here, but they should all have the initials U.T. on them!"

It was actually a surprise that Tsubaki had managed do just that.

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WHAT COLOR IS THAT SKY?

Sekai ha nazo darake
Ano sora honmono?
Sekai ha hitoiro
Okasenai watashi iro

Aika blinked several times, her hand at her chest as he stood and addressed her. She must not have been too quiet. Her curiosity was eating at her as he spoke back to her.

When he asked her for a wet towel, she jumped a bit. Right! She shouldn't just be standing here watching this guy go through the trash! "R-right! Uh..." She went into her bag and grabbed a black towel and went to the water fountain on the side of the building closest to her and brought it over to the strange guy with his arm covered in garbage. 

"Here, use this." She offered him her now somewhat wet towel. It would be more than enough to get whatever was taking residence on his arm off. She offered him a small smile in hopes that he might feel a little better about his situation. She wasn't sure why he was in the trash but maybe he needed help finding something?

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure whatever you're looking for is important to you. It must be if you are willing to get covered in garbage!" She looked at the trash and was pretty sure that at least half of it had been added in the last hour. If his item had ended up in there before, it would take some serious digging through a lot of nasty things to get to it. She vaguely considered saying good bye and saying good luck but she couldn't bring herself to do something like that then she was saved from offering to help dig in the trash.

She had an instant look of relief when he asked if she had seen his water guns. Mostly because she had. She had passed a guy a few minutes before trying to sell off some water guns that supposedly belonged to an idol. Aika nodded, her ponytail waving with the movement. "I've seen them, a strange man in a trench coat was trying to get girls to buy them but most of them were too scared of him because he was all bundled up in this heat with thick shades on. He was over by the stage for SUPERRANGERS, I think..."

Being the completely oblivious one she was, it didn't quite connect with her that this meant that the man in front of her was the idol that owned these water guns. So the next question might have seemed a bit airheaded but she didn't know it. "So that must mean that you know the idol? I'm friends with an idol too! But she hasn't gotten to as high as the SUPERRANGERS yet."

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Now — ! Walk over, come closer, make your way to me Clapping your hands in a beat of 1, 2, 3; That’s enough, I’m tired, go away. At the end of everyday, I’m just a bad unwanted kid. I dream of colours, vivid as the sky, But waking up, I face the dark relentless night that ruthlessly tears me apart, whilst singing to the very last note. So — ! Come on and meet me somewhere over there. Everyone hurrying, the words "let's go" ringing in the air!

"Thank you," Tsubaki laughed, taking the towel.

Scrubbing the slush of his fingers, he regarded her words thoughtfully. Important was hardly the word Tsubaki would describe his missing belongings. Rather, his only reason for being so hasty to find them, was the element of surprise! Certainly, there was still time to get the better of the others — as long as no one saw his initials on the water guns, there was no way they would suspect him, right? At least, that was how he saw it.

"Calling them incredibly important would be a bit of an overstatement, but I do need them!" Frankly unsure if she was being sarcastic or not about the bit on him digging through the garbage, Tsubaki chose to graciously ignore that half of her statement. Really, you can never tell with the sweet-faced ones, he mused to himself.

Wrinkling his nose in distaste at her description of the man who supposedly had his water guns, Tsubaki's expression was a mixture of part exasperation and part disbelief. "Either this guy plans on flashing them as soon as they get near or he's literally the dumbest person I've heard of."

Even so, why was the thief by the stage? Growing uncomfortable by the minute, Tsubaki shifted his weight slightly, already rearing to sprint across the park and tackle down the shady man. Though...

The more he thought about doing it, the more it sounded like a horrendous idea—

Wait, what did she just say? Startled by her erroneous assumption, his face went from disbelief to understanding in .5 seconds. Was he supposed to feel insulted or amused? Tsubaki wasn't so arrogant that he would boldly assume that everyone knew who he was and what he looked like, but the young man had figured that the people who had come to watch the performances at least knew that much.

...ah, well. Might as well go along with it.

"Know the idol? We're best friends!" he declared, a devlish grin forming onto his face. "Hey, if you want to, we can go meet him and bring thing shady guy down a notch. He should know better than to go stealing other people's stuff!"

With that said, he set off, not bothering to check if the girl had decided to follow after him or not. Admittedly, it was a bit presumptious of Tsubaki to assume that she would just go wherever with him.

"Yo, Stranger-chan, tell me about this idol friend of yours, maybe I — my friend knows them."

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[Sakura Hitori]

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The silver locked didn't have any luck selling the prized water guns. His sketchy get up would have been his first mistake; a trench coat in the blazing weather, dark sunglasses, he even put on a fake mustache. Not to mention that all he wore underneat were his swim shorts, which practically disappeared underneath his coat. He also followed young, beautiful women (the wrong demographic to begin with) asking if they'd like to see his "merchandise", his voice low and husky like a old man. He didn't realize it but he definitely came off as a pedophile.

The teen let out a sigh as he stripped off the black mustache and folded the dark sunglasses on the collar of his coat. As he did, small chatter swept through the surrounding crowds; Sakura Hitori, a member of SUPER☆RANGERS, was among them. The whitenete had the reputation of being a "bad boy", flirting with girls, bending the rules, pulling pranks, getting into fights - anything he knew he could get away with, he would do it. He reached his slender hand into the coats many pockets, revealing one of many water guns he was equipprd with. He traced his finger along the initials scribbled on to the toy's plastic wearing a crooked smile. "Oh, Tsubaki," he said, his voice shaking with a chuckle, "Leaving this out like it's everyone's business. Bad move, son!" He took a stance, aiming the gun before him, his arms straight and firm. Without thinking, the idol shot, the water streaming out from the nozzle and wetting the family in front of him. Immediately, he made a run for it.

The playboy came around a corner before coming across a familiar face, backtracking his steps. From behind a bush, he took in the scene, noticing that his coworker was speaking to a rather cute brunette. He chucked the plastic toy over at the male's direction, drawing his own weapon: a Super Soaker Monster XL. An ebony plastic body with bright orange detailing, the resevoir a stunning yellow, and a royal purple pressure resevoir; the build of the toy was intimidating, obviously something Sakura had picked out. He put the sunglasses on, stepping out from behind the bush, ready to press the trigger. "Stand back, hun," he said in the brunette's direction, "Shit's gonna go dooooown."

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WHAT COLOR IS THAT SKY?

Sekai ha nazo darake
Ano sora honmono?
Sekai ha hitoiro
Okasenai watashi iro

When he laughed it brought her attention to how handsome he was. Her cheeks heated a bit at the thought of how good-looking the male in front of her was. She gave a small smile hoping the color change wasn't too noticeable. She tilted her head to the side at his next statement, not exactly sure what to make of his words.

What he lost wasn't exactly important but he had been willing to dig in the garbage to find the water guns.

She watched him wrinkle his nose at her description and she hadn't even mentioned that the man had a very odd looking mustache that one of her friends was sure was fake. The thought of a man flashing had her face beet red and her waving her hands as if to repel that thought. "I hope not! That would make it even creepier!"

Her eyes widened for a moment when he said they were best friends, then it brightened into a smile. When he went on to say they should catch the creepy man her smile faded slightly and her face showed she wasn't exactly sure how good an idea that was.

"Well I guess that that would bee a good thing to do..."

But before she could finish he was heading off towards the direction of the stage. Without really thinking about it, she jogged a couple of steps to catch up before walking at his side. Aika didn't want to go chase after a very scary guy but she felt compelled by this guy to do just that. She wasn't quite sure what it was but he seemed like the kind she could tag along with.

"Oh, my name is Hisaki Aika. And she's a member of sheeP, she's one of the reasons I came today. They might not be big enough to perform but if they were making an appearance I thought I should be here to support!"

Her smile reflected her pride in her friend, even though they weren't performing here. She was proud her friend was pushing towards her dream! She just wished she shared that same courage!

It didn't take long for the man in a trench coat to appear, although he showed up in the least expected way, from the bushes with water guns in hand. The flying plastic water gun had her flinching for a moment but it had been thrown to her new companion rather than at her.

The man was minus his mustache now but he put his shades back on. She did get a glimpse of his red eyes and his white hair shined almost like a halo in the sunlight. He was actually a very good-looking guy underneath the scary get-up! What a strange man to dress like that on such a hot day!

It took a moment for the initial shock to wear off for his words to register. She blinked several times and looked at her partner with a questioning look. Did these two know each other? She decided that stepping out of the way was probably a good idea at the moment. She wasn't sure what the story between these two were so she decided a back seat was the best option right then.

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Now — ! Walk over, come closer, make your way to me Clapping your hands in a beat of 1, 2, 3; That’s enough, I’m tired, go away. At the end of everyday, I’m just a bad unwanted kid. I dream of colours, vivid as the sky, But waking up, I face the dark relentless night that ruthlessly tears me apart, whilst singing to the very last note. So — ! Come on and meet me somewhere over there. Everyone hurrying, the words "let's go" ringing in the air!

"I think I saw them in the crowd, yeah," he recalled, tone nonchalant. "What does she look li —"

Tsubaki never saw the water gun coming and was successfully pelted on the side of the head. Disoriented, a slew of thoughts swarmed through his bruised cranium. Frankly, they were of the more nonsensical variety and less of the rational; to be fair, he was still recovering. Of course, it was probably more than likely that Tsubaki was overreacting.

What had happened? Were they under attack? Was it hailing — no, raining rocks? Looking down, Tsubaki's eyes widened as his dark gaze landed on the gun. Was it raining toys? Wait, that didn't make any sense at all! If it had really been raining toys, wouldn't it be more reasonable if the top of his head were bruised, rather than the side?

Lifting his head up, Tsubaki fixed a stare at the perpetrator — and scowled almost immediately. "Shit's gonna go down? Don't you mean you are, Sakura?"

Quickly picking up the pitiful-looking water pistol, he gave it a shake in order to check to tank. Half-full? Not cool. Something this puny wouldn't stand a chance against his foe's monster of a gun, the water would run out in no time. Tsubaki turned to face the girl, Aika, a half-baked scheme in the works.

"Aika-chaaaan, don't listen to this shady guy! If you help me here, I'll eternally be in your debt," he glanced back at Sakura, grinning devilishly. "Especially if you find me a hose."

Frankly, he wasn't too troubled. There were plenty of sources of water to keep him replenished, it was just the notion of continuously having to refill that irked him. Rolling his shoulders back, as if preparing himself for the ultimate showdown, Tsubaki stepped forwards, eyeing his bandmate's weapon appraisingly.

"Oiii, it's not like you to leave a girl out of the fun, Sakura! Don't tell me you're running a fever, due to the heat?" Tsubaki was stalling. He was so obviously stalling, anyone could have figured out what he was doing. Still, aggravating Sakura was always fun — and the only thing he could think of.

"Must be 'cause of that ugly trench coat you have on! I have to say, it suits you."

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"I'm not leaving her out of the fun!," the silver locked hollered, "I simply don't want such a beautiful damsel to be injured." The flirt gave a romantic bow, like a chivalrous prince to a princess. It would probably be more effective if he wasn't wearing such a ridiculous trench coat but at least he tried. Speaking of Sakura's absurd fashion choice, Tsubaki's comment punched him right in the gut - like Rocky Balboa shot straight at him for a low shot. The RANGER had spent majority of his free time searching for the perfect shady, yet "cool" trench coat. He figured that this one would be perfect and enhance his perfect looks tenfold. So that comment really hurt, man... it did.

"Don't get him a hose if he's going to talk like that!" Sakura said in the girl's direction. In a rush, he began to take off the tacky getup struggling to keep his plastic gun in hand. It wasn't long before the behemoth of a toy clattered to the ground as he attempted to remove an arm from its sleeve only to be picked up soon after by the skinned teen heartthrob. There were some occasions where Sakura was cool and there were some occasions where he was not, this was the latter. Sakura was now exposed, his plain black swimming trunks and tinted sunglasses being his only articles of clothing. No shirt to cover his well toned body (which he was extremely fond of showing off) and flawlessly fair skin; he wasn't even wearing shoes, he just rampaged around on the hot cemented walkways.

In a swift dramatic move, the teen swiped off his sunglasses. Eyes squinted and frowned mouth, he looked like a cowboy out of an old Western movie. "I challenge you to a duel." he said as he kept a ready stance, finger on the water gun's trigger. He was probably taking this whole water gun thing too seriously. But boys will be boys, right?

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WHAT COLOR IS THAT SKY?

Sekai ha nazo darake
Ano sora honmono?
Sekai ha hitoiro
Okasenai watashi iro

She turned red at the beautiful damsel comment but her expression was still dazed and confused. Then to make it a bit more, the silver haired man bowed to her like he was a prince. This made her even redder. "Wha-" Then something the man beside her had said clicked. This silver haired man was Sakura. Looking at him clicked her memory back. He was a member of SUPERRANGERS. Before she could voice the recognition, the two were shouting back and forth insults and challenges. The dark haired man asked her to get him a hose but Sakura said not to because he was being mean.

But he had hit him in the face with a water gun... Aika really wasn't sure how to respond to all of this. Then Sakura started fumbling with his jacket, dropping the water gun in the process. The size difference in the two guns had her routing for the one she still had no name for. So she went and found the hose that had been put to the side to spray down the sidewalks and she brought it over to the dark haired man.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure what was going on with these two. They seemed to know each other but she couldn't tell if they were enemies or friends. At one point they seem like brother's just rough housing but in another they seem like enemies.

Sakura pulled off his shades like he was in a movie before challenging the unnamed man beside her. The white haired man looked a lot more handsome without the horrible trench coat and the shades. In fact, she wasn't surprised that he was an idol. Even if his voice was terrible, she could see him being a model. She was kind of envious of his rare coloring, her own hair and eye colors being painfully ordinary. Though her friends said that the plain coloring on her figure was very complimentary and that she shouldn't have any problems finding a boyfriend.

Not that she wanted a boyfriend! Her brain seemed to have gone on a huge tangent so she shook her head to clear it, her pony tail swinging with the movement as she offered the hose to him. "Here you go!"

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