Break a leg!
The show had yet to start, and Shogo Kimikura, an eighteen year old shinobi with a flair for acting, was almost ready to begin. His hair was dyed blonde, his intellect unparalleled, and he was “happy” with his life as it was. Arms outstretched, he balanced himself from the top of an incredibly large building in Shibuya, Japan at night, just before he turned to look at the middle aged man behind him. A pair of very expensive, black binoculars sat beside the man; Shogo skipped off of his post to kneel beside him. “Like them? They were super expensive.”
For some reason the man relaxed a bit (though sweat still beaded his brow), teeth chattering before he got up the courage to ask, “Wh-What are they for?” His wrists and legs were bound by a very strange type of rope and he could see that they were far above Shibuya.
“Hm?” Shogo gave him a soft sort of smile. “For sight- seeing, of course.”
The words “sight-seeing” seemed to put the man at ease. “O-Oh.”
“Mm. Do you want me to let you down?” Shogo asked. “You seem a bit…scared. It’s just a harmless prank. I’ll return you home soon.”
Hope entered the man’s eyes. “Prank?”
A delightful flutter passed through the blonde’s chest when he witnessed that glimmer of trust in the man’s eyes, just before he took out a knife.
The shing of metal caused his eyes to widen; however, upon realizing that his captor was only going to cut the ropes around his wrists, he let out a sigh of relief. “Sorry to scare you. Just do one thing for me, okay?” The blonde said.
“Whatever you want,” his heart racing, the old man was unsure of what else to say.
For a moment, Shogo didn’t say anything, but after it passed, he tugged on the other end of the ropes binding the man’s ankles. Out of his pocket he pulled a small bottle of clear liquid. “Drink this for me? It’s just water. I’m sure you’re getting dehydrated from this altitude.”
“O…oh.” With his right hand, he took the bottle. Wary, he eyed the blonde carefully. “D-Do I have to drink it?”
“Do you wanna go home?” Shogo smiled.
He nodded a few times before drinking it, only to realize no more than a moment later, that he should have trusted his instincts. The world began to spin around him. Within moments, he was out cold, his cranium lying against the platform beneath him.
Humming to himself, Shogo pulled on the longer end of his rope and pulled what seemed to be a knot free from its binding dock, and slowly, the man began to slide towards the edge. After a moment or two, he picked up his binoculars and sat at his designated post on an edge, and watched the man slide elegantly over the side of the building. Adjusting his binoculars, he murmured a quiet, “Action!”
A scream entered his ears- though barely, and for half a second, as he zoomed in a bit in interest. “Oh. So the adrenaline did wake him up. I was correct…Wonder what the Scarlet Bitch’ll think about this.” His face suddenly twisted into a scowl. “No! Goddammit! Cut! You weren’t supposed to…damn, he’s already dead. His acting skills still needed improvement. Gotta scream a little towards the bottom…”
With a heavy sigh, he checked his watch, blinking a bit before he scratched the back of his head. “Oh, right. Early morning tomorrow. Should get some sleep…” With that, he sauntered off of the rooftop and down a few flights of stairs, taking the bottle and what was left of the rope with him, snapping his fingers, satisfied.
“Scene…and…cut!”
