Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 5: Anything Goes! - Part 1
(Prologue, ...)
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This part of the chapter I had the most fun with! Its just... well let's just say chaos... XD
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“Why does food in America has to be so bloody expensive?” Koji huffed in annoyance.
“Is there a place where you can find food for cheap?” asked Recko, looking semi-curious.
“Mate, we wasted less money on it elsewhere before we came here!” his friend pointed out, his British accent grew sharper at his growing irritation.
Yuuki and Taira giggled their friend before turning back to their cooking.
“Yā~, I can’t wait for Sakiko-chan to join us this afternoon!” Taira grinned excitingly as he was preparing a big chicken.
Yuuki nodded as he cut holes into the fat of the pork steaks, then beating with the back of the knife to tender them.
“I think she promised us she’ll bring the Beaver Tails?” he gave a bashful smile.
“I hope she will!” the optimist nodded, giving the chicken a little smack of pride.
As if expecting it, Taira looked over his shoulder to smile at his friends in the living room.
Recko was grimacing in disgust, “Ew… Why are you eating this?”
“Uuh, isn’t it illegal to bring meat across the borders?” asked a rather perplexed Koji.
“It’s the Canadian sweets, we were talking about! And no, we don’t want to bring anything deadly across the boarders!” the optimist grinned, prompting a fit of laughter in the room.
Taira let the chicken roast in the oven, and Yuuki deep fried the pork pieces after covering them with batter and breadcrumbs.
The smell flowed across the apartment, entering the nostrils of the poor Raider, who was laying down on the bed with begging eyes, even whimpering of pity.
Noticing, Recko went to his canine companion to reassure him that he’ll get a nice and delicious meal soon.
Suddenly, a growling noise echoed the apartment, taking everyone’s attention to Koji, who was carrying the rest of groceries to the kitchen.
“Oh dear! Hunger struck me,” he held his gut with a modest look.
“You should eat something. Some snack?” Taira suggested as he took the groceries.
“Oh! I know!” Koji smiled as he dove his hand into bag. He then pulled out a well sealed metal can. “Ah, my favorite! Canned beef steaks!”
“Not surprised…” Recko smirked in amusement, becoming aware of Raider wagging his tail at the sight of the can.
“I used to eat this Shiitake a lot, man!” his friend grinned, “This stuff is one of the things that are tasty, growing up in England.”
“I thought they were… Meh…” Yuuki raised his hand and lightly shook it side to side.
Koji chuckled as he clasps his hands and rubbed them eagerly in preparation.
“Ah, say what you will about canned beef steaks; a man’s disgusts are another man’s delicacy!” the ex-cop licked his lips.
He began searching for something to open it.
He found a can opener, a small kitchen knife and a fork. But for the last five minutes, and to his horror, he finds that the can opener was broken, the small kitchen knife snapped in two, and the fork bended!
“Let me open it,” Recko volunteered as he took the can from Koji, who ran off to the other room to grab one of his useful tools.
After trying his best to tear the lid open with his bare fingers, the biker kid stared at it with a cold stare.
“Who the heck makes it like this?” Recko uttered in a cold tone.
“H’Oh, for Kouta’s sake, man! Let’s h’open h’already!” outraged Koji with his sharpest Cockney accent as he came back, grabbing the can and attempted it to open the stubborn lid with his battle knife.
Suddenly, the tin container violently slipped out of his hands, ricochet a wall before it hit on the shoulder of a semi-suspecting Yuuki.
Horrified, Koji immediately ran up to his poor downed friend, “Ah! Gomenasai*!”
“Daijobou~…*” croaked Yuuki, rubbing the blossoming bruise where he got hit.
Taira picked up the offending can and chuckled, “Looks like we got a stubborn one!”
“Any ideas left?” Koji asked with a desperate expression.
“I have a plan! Maybe… I could use my powers to open it?” Yuuki lifted a finger like he just had a lightbulb lit up in his head.
“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, buddy,” Taira pulled face of uncertainty.
“It is not,” deadpanned Recko.
“We have to at least try!” the young cook replied, taking the offending item from his friend and placed it on the tiled floor.
With a deep breath, Yuuki’s eyes glowed bright golden as he stared directly at the lonesome can of beef steaks. His hair rose and waved in the air, as if gravity gradually lost its effect as the universe around him ceased to exist momentarily.
At first, the tin container slightly shook, growing more violently. Then, it bulged and twisted at the sheer force of his power, seemingly ready to be torn apart.
Realizing what was about to happen, Taira suddenly yelled, “Abunai*!”
An explosion rumbled in the kitchen, followed by a ringing silence.
“Was that your plan – lick it off the walls?” Recko deadpanned, wiping the pieces of meat off his face. He then looked down at his dog, who was licking the food off the floor happily.
“Oh…” Koji whimpered as he looked around the room, seemingly about to cry.
He thoughtfully took a piece of meat of Taira’s surprised face and put it into his mouth. He swallowed it and let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Uuuhh… I have cabbage cake if you want,” Yuuki grinned sheepishly.
The ex-cop turned and smiled faintly.
“Thanks, I don’t feel hungry anymore… And we should probably clean up before Sakiko comes in.” He added, following the sight of a poker-faced Recko, who was looking with grim silence at the ceiling.
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*Japanese translation:
Gomenasai = I'm so sorry
Daijobou = Its okay
Abunai! = Look out!
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