"-way!" Yang could finish his sentence, now with a proper audible voice, but clearly not the one he hoped to to posses, it was too feminine to be the voice of that wreck of a man that claimed to command the Flower Division.
"Sakura?" that voice, that annoying voice was the one belonging to Seijuro, it was in this moment that Yang realised he had ended up in the wrong body!
"Damnit!" he yelled as he clenched his fist, instinctively hitting his own thighs, something that proved to be counterproductive as he felt his legs trembling, making him lose his balance.
"Sakura!" the annoying man in front of his spoke once again, this time catching Yang before he could fall to the ground, if possessing the wrong body wasn't bad enough, now he had that rascal's face annoyingly close to his own!
"Let go of me!" Yang yelled as he pushed Seijuro aside, the captain of the Tokyo revue didn't seem affected by the push, instead it was Yang who got hurt, managing to free himself from Seijuro's grasp just to fall flat faced into the ground.
"Sakura?" Seijuro said once again, not standing in front of Yang, offering a hand to get back in his feet.
"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura! Don't you know other word?!" Yang shouted as he slapped the hand away, getting back on his feet without help, moving a few brown locks that had fallen on his face while he glared at Seijuro, ready to tear him apart for ruining his plan to ruin the Flower Division!
'Wait a minute...' Yang blinked as he realised something, if he wasn't Seijuro, who was he? To know this he decided to look down, seeing a turquoise kimono and pink hakama pants, this made him scowl as he realised who he was, Sakura Amamiya, probably the worst performer the revue ever had if the rumours were true, and now that he thought about it Seijuro called him Sakura three times, maybe he should have noticed sooner.
"Heh, sorry" Seijuro said as he scratched his head, a smile appeared on his face as he seemed to blush just a little, "I just thought you might get hurt if you had a bad fall, I might be a little overprotective sometimes"
"Overprotective? Ha! You couldn't protect anything even if your life depended on it! You can't even protect this city on your own!" Yang smirked after saying that, after all it was the true, the Tokyo revue was in shambles and this fraud of a captain knew it!
"Well...that's a bit harsh but you're right, we rally on the Shanghai revue a bit too much but I'm sure we can turn that around! After all we need to, not just to protect Tokyo but also to win Combat Revue games!" Seijuro answered, his conviction didn't waver, much to Yang's dismay.
"Whatever!" Yang turned around, not wanting to waste another second on this hopeless fool, didn't Seijuro know the Tokyo revue was an embarrassment? He must be mad to not notice that, maybe someone so mad would naturally drain the revue of the little willpower they still had, but Yang still wanted to mess with him, so he tried to exit Sakura's body.
"Mmmm..." Yang tried to exit the body but for some reason he couldn't, he tried to focus but he couldn't, growing desperate he tried to force himself out of her body, tugging from her long hair as if that would achieve anything, "Oh dammit!" he yelled, raising his hands to the air, with a few locks of torn hair falling from his knuckles, it would seem the Dragon Spirit Rice was a one way trip and he would need to cock another one.
"Are sure you're okay, Sakura?" Yang turned to see the annoying captain, something in his voice was magnetic in a bad way, like a poison "I haven't seen you so mad since...hehehe, well you remember that day when we were kids and I invited you to eat ice cream? And the your cone fell and you step on it? Oh I had never seen such a mad little girl"
"Uh? Kids?" did Sakura and Seijuro know eachother since they were kids? That's why she was such a bad actress? Because this fool had infected her with clumsiness?
"Don't tell me you don't remember! It was a week before I moved away, I even gave you my cone to make it up to you"
"I have no Idea what you're talking about captain Kami-something!"
"Oh I see, then I guess I'll have to make it up to you once again, what do you say if we go eat somewhere, just the two of us!"
"Why would I ever-" Yang stoped himself as lightbulb went on inside his head, this was the perfect opportunity, he doubted this disastrous Tokyo theater would have any decent food, but a restaurant? He could find all the ingredients he needed! "Yes! Let's go on a date together!"
"Date?" Seijuro passed a hand through his hair as he tried to disimulate the growing blush on his face, "N-no this is not a date, it's just two friends... eating together!"
"Whatever you say Seijuro, now take me to the fancies restaurant you can find!" Yang said as he dragged the other captain behind him.
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"Hmmm..." Yang looked at the plate on front of him and grumbled, it was the simplest rice he had ever seen, and after her proved it was clear it simply wasn't up to his standards, how could he forget that wreck of a man was most likely broke!
"So, what do you think Sakura? I know it's not the fancies place around but the taste of the food is just perfect!" Seijuro said as he happily devoured the cup of rice, seemingly more interested in his food than on his 'date'.
"No!" Yang said, getting up and landing his hand on the table, shaking it and making their cups fall to the ground, "This place is not perfect, nor amazing, it's not even close to being good!" he yelled, getting the attention of the whole restaurant who was looking at him in awe, "I know a brute like you has no taste, but you expect me, Ya-" he bit his tongue as he realised he almost messed up, "Your date, to it this trash? Now I see you're not just a bad captain, but also a terrible friend!"
Seijuro was left speechless, he had never seen Sakura had such an outburst, not even when they were kids, what was he thinking bringing her to the cheapest place he could find, it would definitely hurt his finances but he had to impress her, after all she was his childhood friend, and he need to make it up to her, not just for today's incident, but also for the guilt he felt for not speaking with her in almost ten years.
"You're right Sakura, I hope you can forgive me" he said, getting up, "What do you say if we go to a different place? To...
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