[EM] Scarves of Justice: Chapter 1

Title: Scarves of Justice ~Chapter 1~

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Evening Musuko, Anpah (Andrew x Nipah)

Genre: Drama, Suspense

Rating:PG-13

Summary: Handsome heroes with rainbow scarves.

Completion date: 1/4/2012

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    The week began uneventfully enough.  In a way, that was suspicious enough, the criminal levels dwindling so low that the members found themselves bored out of their wits yet happy that they were finally given time for their own personal hobbies.  It was a normal day in the middle of the week.  The clubroom had just closed for lunch break when Bob sounded the alarm.  He and Steve filled in the rest of the members on what was going on.  Multiple crimes were spread out in the city.  The scarves were on and the members split up.

    Andrew managed to get there just in time.  The criminals were down easily enough, and he was soon striding back.  He decided to call Nipah through his Bluetooth.  All members had a Bluetooth in their own color.  It should be noted that calling someone who is also out fighting crime and might not have finished their battle yet is not the best idea, but the Great Amaitofuu is a derp, so he did so anyways.  However, Nipah didn’t answer.

    Worried, Andrew sprinted his way back to headquarters, where the rest of the members were there.  Everyone, except for Nipah.  He was about to ask when Bob alerted them to a call.  The screen flickered on to the smirking face of Kenta.

    “You’ve noticed you’re missing someone.  I can tell,” he nodded slyly.  He continued as he stepped to the side, “I won’t drag this on too long.  Look all you want.”  Nipah was there on a chair, his legs and back tied to the wooden prison.  His neck was exposed and vulnerable, the missing scarf instead restraining his wrists together in front of him as if he was praying for mercy.  The scarf continued, wrapped around his eyes so that he can’t see them and they can’t truly see his condition.  What was seen was probably enough for them, anyways.

    Kenta clicked a few things, and they were given a glimpse of a map with various points marked before the screen flickered back to its original shot in front of the captive warrior.  “We could be in any of these locations… or perhaps none.  Oh well, let’s just trust your memory.”  Kenta chuckled, leaning in closer to his victim.  “Isn’t that right, Nipah?”  His actions attained a whimper from the dark-haired male, and Kenta, satisfied, straightened back up before the screen faded to black.