Chapter #6The Mud boy, the Bodybuilder and the Thug, part 2 by: AlexNotTheOne   "Yeah this is fucking nice!" Sakura nodded in front of her reflection, her smile growing as she saw the now shaved sides of her head, the only remaining hair was now focused on the center, simulating a small mohawk she couldn't wait to spike up, "If you even fail at whatever you're doing toothbrush you might make a good barber!
"Uhh thank you..." Ogami wasn't sure what to make of that compliment, he personally considered he had butcher her hair and a question was still present on his mind, why? What would drive Sakura to want this done to her mane? Only one answer came to mind, "So is this part of a role you're able to play?"
"Role?" the girl arched an eyebrow as she turned to look at him, staring at him as if he had said some kind of nonsense, "The fuck you're talking about Toothy, you hit your head or what?" she asked as she rubbed a hand against her temple, "Huh dealing with you is just too much for me man, I need a cig..."
Hearing those words coming out of Sakura's mouth was still weird but nothing would have prepared Ogami for what he was about to see, Sakura taking a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket and lighting one of them in her mouth.
"I see..." Ogami soon understood what was going on, some sort of play he was not aware of, to be honest he had to admire Sakura's dedication to her craft but seeing her in that state was just too weird not to mention the smoke was becoming really annoying, so with those thoughts in mind he decided to leave her be.
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It seemed like the theatre itself had heard Ogami's wish to find the girls of the revue, because as soon as he stepped out of Sakura's room he ran into Sumire, but much like her teammates she didn't looked like her usual self.
The heir of the prestigious Kanzaki Heavy Industries was not wearing her elegant purple kimono, instead she was wearing a sports bra and a pair of short shorts both purple, the color scheme was still there but he had never expected to her wearing that outside the training grounds.
"You!" she yelled, stomping her way towards him, as soon as she stood in front of him she grabbed his collar and stood in her tip toes so they could be face to face, "How dare you! A puny weakling like you walking around like nothing happened? You should be embarrassed!"
"Embarrassed?" Ogami repeated, starting to grow tired of being out of the loop, "And what do you mean with puny weakling? I'm in shape!"
"Ha! You wish, look at you!" she shouted, taking a step back and pointing to his arms, "Look at those things, they're twigs man, twigs!" then she proceeded to flex her own biceps, "Now look at these guns! They shouldn't let me inside planes with these babies!"
"Yeah..." Ogami scratched his head as he lay eyes on Sumire's 'guns' which ironically looked more like twigs than his own arms, for the respect he had for Sumire he assumed this was that another case of method acting, a part of him was convinced Sakura and Sumire must have some sort of competition to see who could stay in character for longer, "Really impressive..."
"See, even a weakling like you can see I'm a superstar!" a smug smile appeared on the actress' face, the only thing about her current attitude that fit with her usual self, "You know what little boy, I like you, you admit you're a twig armed weakling and admire real men like me, and just for that I'm willing to take you under my wig!"
"Oh wow, really? I can't believe how lucky I am!" Ogami rolled his eyes, an action that went completely unnoticed by the theater's diva.
"I know I know, I'm a really cool guy for doing that I know, but hold onto your desire to worship me, kiddo because I'm gonna train you! But first you need to see how the champ trains!" after saying that Sumire didn't bother to way for him, she ran away towards parts unknown, not really having anything better to do and curious to see for how long Sumire would stay in character, Ogami decided to follow her.
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Ogami's pursuit of the method actress had lead to the theater's basement where Kanna stored all her training equipment, and by the looks of it Sumire looked like she was about to try them.
"Look and learn rookie!" she said as she tried to lift one dumbbell but she barely managed to lift before she started to sweating and her grip on it because loose, and when it fell it barely miss her feet by an inch.
"Impressive" Ogami started to slowly clap but the irony of the act went completely over Sumire's head, who soon started to smile and... strike poses?
"Come on kiddo! Take some pictures!" the diva yelled while flexing her nonexistent muscles, "Take some pictures dammit! I'm gonna be in a bodybuilding magazine!"
"I'm sure you will..." the captain of the Flower Division sighed as he looked at Sumire's pathetic display, every second of it only made Ogami desire one thing and one thing alone, for Sakura to win their dumb bet...
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