JUST A CRASH - BUTTERFLY CROSSING
16. Yuk play yuk
The awaited weekend arrives.
Shuji glazed in front of the mirror and directly uttered the rhyme implied in his mind.
"The beauty of love is like the blossoming of Sakura." she ignored the rhyme canal that originally reads 'short and can only be enjoyed, far from the grasp.'
Shuji waits for Jingga to come out of his apartment room and walk together to the stop. Because of the weekend, many passengers are leaving for the same destination.
“Here sits,” Shuji pulls up the arm of an orange hoodie and sits him in an empty chair next to a woman.
“You how?”
“The place is not far,” said Shuji. He stood near Orange—even if an empty seat was visible, he did not move from his position.
Fifteen minutes later, both of them went down. And the orange realized that this place was no stranger to him. His head turned to the side, looking at the agro-tourism forest gate he had once visited. Before he could speak, Shuji pushed his orange shoulder slowly towards the other gate.
“We are here.”
“...” Orange wants to raise the topic of past events, but the time has passed. Every thing that we do has its moment, right. How about when she brought up this topic Shuji cried again? The orange decided to forget it for a while.
The woman wore an instant hood without bangs, with a ribbon strap behind her. Under him he wears a mocca hoodie and similar trousers. It may be a coincidence, as Shuji wears a jacket of a similar tone color.
Both are like wearing a couple shirt while walking side by side.
Shuji stood at the counter and gave the barcode as his booking sign. After the scan, he and Orange entered the area.
At the reception, there is a range of equipment and counters for accessories. Officers came and offered to give a hint which Shuji politely declined. After the two receive the equipment, Shuji helps Jingga pair the mask and safety.
“Must wear this, yes?” The orange fixed the mask on his face stiffly.
“I heard there was another group coming here. Even if the location is across from us, if I see you and you are shot, it will be a hassle.” Shuji won't mess with the security of the orange seremeh no matter what.
“But I really can't play paintball. Just play the game I'm not becus.”
Shuji laughed softly at the pessimistic orange sentence. Since yesterday this woman has continued to say no, no, suck, and so on. All of those words were obviously rejection, but this woman was still willing to come here.
If it wasn't for Shuji, it might have been Orange.
Thinking about it makes Shuji happy. “I understand. We're just shooting.”
“Later if I make a mistake, you do not be ashamed.”
“Why should be ashamed.” Shuji felt an amused infiltrate his chest, then checked the paint gun device and handed it to the Orange. “No one will be able to directly, all there is trial and error also.”
Shuji was actually enthusiastic to witness all the embarrassing things that Orange would do.
**
One paint bullet shot to a precisely determined point.
Shuji from behind the glass of his mask squinted his eyes. Look at the orange, the gun, and the target in turn. Of course, this target is Shuji who decides, because the orange is still learning to shoot.
‘Maybe I'm nearsighted?’ Shuji pulls the orange pistol and makes sure once again that the gun has no damage.
Shuji pulls his own gun and shoots paint at a tree trunk not far from the first target.
“Try you to shoot that one.”
The orange raised its gun to the front of the chest and shot twice. Both hit the target point Shuji shot.
“…. You really haven't played?”
“...” Orange itself does not expect, it turns out to be this easy, is it? “I've never played.”
“Never play a shooting game? On a computer or on a mobile phone for example?” In addition to the first, all of the Orange shots were on target.
The orange has no time to play the game. And when he hasn't left here, he's not interested in gunfights either.
“This is the first time.”
If he didn't see right away, Shuji wouldn't believe it. Could this be called natural talent?
“Maybe you can try real shooting practice.” Shuji muttered softly which was still heard by Jingga.
Seeing his shot on target, Orange's confidence so up. He is no longer pessimistic and afraid of embarrassment. “Oke.”
“....” Shuji thinks he will spend a long time teaching the shooting orange, then building a romantic moment together. But this—baru starting a few minutes is done. “Then, let's directly try PK.”
“Means?”
“1 versus 1, I'm standing at the end and we're trying to shoot each other.”
“...OK!” Orange nodded in spirit.
“In addition to the rules I explained earlier, we add new rules because only two.”
“Um.”
“Serve three minutes in the arena without getting shot.”
“Three minutes?” Orange frowned. For a paintball game, three minutes is a long time. But the orange doesn't know at all and thinks that three minutes is a short time. “Three minutes, okay.”
Looking at the orange style that takes it lightly, Shuji added.
“The loser has his penalty, yes?”
“Hu-punishment?”
“Yes, it's not cool if there's nothing. The winner gets a prize, the loser gets a penalty. How?”
Orange felt this operation was suspicious, but she still accepted with a knight soul. “What punishment?” The woman did not ask what the reward was, only worried about the punishment.
“His punishment, whatever wins,”
“OK, origin is not strange, yes?”
Shuji laughs. “You said like you're going to lose.”
The orange behind the mask was just pouting.
“We test first yes,”
After explaining a little technicality, Shuji put his phone on top of an unused barrel and set a timer. He ran to the end of the area, about thirty meters from the orange position, then hid behind the barrier.
When the timer rang, Shuji directly came out and ran towards another barrier. From behind the crack, the vest in the orange was seen and he immediately shot.
“Ah!”
Ten seconds into the game, Orange is shot. Shuji stepped out of his position and the still confused Orange stared at his vest splashed in yellow.
“You okay?”
“Slightly surprised but it's okay.”
“How? You want to continue?”
“Of course!” Thinking of her being shot without knowing the eyes of direction made her blood blaze.
“OK. I'll reset the timer. But the test is done. The next round counts the prize and the penalty.”
“Hmm, who is afraid.”
The usual orange looks soft and smooth now looks dashing. Shuji's hands were shaking—gemas wanted to see what kind of expression was behind the Orange mask.
“Oke.” Distracting him, Shuji turned around and reassembled his timer.
Without being directed, Shuji and Jingga immediately took their respective positions. This time, Jingga waited for Shuji to disappear first, before choosing a different starting position from before.
Trprr!!
The orange crawls rapidly in the opposite direction and advances diagonally. Behind him were repeated piu piu piu, following his footsteps. Only after he managed to hide the sound of the shot was gone.
The orange took a deep breath, inwardly wondering if he could last for three minutes?
Is it too late to bid?
“If silence continues, you will never be able to shoot.” Shuji exclaimed from behind his mask. He who used to be tame and loving with the heart to shoot the barrier where the Orange hid.
From above, Orange can see splashes of paint that broke. The orange peeked a little and immediately went back into hiding, after a new shot of paint.
“I'll be the first to play!” The orange calls unfair.
“I gave you a chance in the first round just now, right?”
“!!” Orang-ga thought Shuji would give in as usual, but he didn't expect the man to be this cruel!
“I'll shoot one paint and lock it before shooting again, how?” shuji's approaching voice made Orange agitated. However, the offer made Orange again get hope.
“Continue, yes?”
“Em.” Provided it dodges quickly, the bullet will not be able to shoot the orange.
Sure enough, a second later, Orange dashed to another barrier, intending to make some distance between the two. The orange moved in three steps, and Shuji only fired paint bullets twice.
This situation makes the orange back cheerful.
Shuji gives no other rules to the orange, and the woman shoots in a row as soon as she sees Shuji. But the man rolled into another barrier.
The still-adapted orange dodged to the side as the Shuji bullets fired.
The two ran and dodged, shooting at each other.
From far away came a loud tring sound coming from Shuji's phone. Indicates that three minutes are over.
The two came out of hiding and regrouped.
“Seru?”
“Seru really!!” The orange reddened face behind the mask replied with vigor.
“Main again?”
Orange nodded again.
“But this time I will shoot streak?”
“...” Orange looks doubtful but still agrees. However, it would be unfair if only he could shoot freely. In addition, the longer the game, the more accurate the orange shoot while moving.
“Before starting, there are things you still have to remember—” Shuji re-exposes the basic rules of play that several times Orange forget.
“I won't forget this time.”
“Oke.” Shuji sets the timer and alarm for the next 3 minutes. The two separated and prepared.
Trprp!
The orange shot forward quickly, leaving behind a barren shot of bullets that followed him behind his steps.
Even after he hid, Shuji did not stop shooting.
If the orange kept silent, he would only be able to wait around and lose.
Taking Shuji's chance to recharge the bullets, Orange ran forward and shot towards the direction where Shuji's shot came from.
Dudududududu
Separated a line distance from each barrier, Orange peered out.
Fatal! Shuji was already crouching in position with a gun in front of his chest. The snout was precisely fixed to the visible head of the Orange.
Orang-ga resigned first he will lose.
Dududu!
Before Jingga realized the shot, Shuji had already gone back to hiding behind the barrier.
“...I didn't shoot!” Orange cried out from its place. Although he survived, he saw paint coming from another direction and shot Shuji.
Shuji ran to another barrier that was closer to his position than the Orange.
The two now stood opposite each other, standing behind their respective barriers.
“I know it's not you.”
“Is there anyone else?”
“….Right.”
Orange round the eyes. “But our main area is still in the same place.”
“Those who stray here.” Shuji said while refilling his gun.
Seeing that, Orange followed. “I think they also just came because of the direction of the bullet from there.” Shuji pointed at the area where they had entered just now.
“More main?”
“Further, why not?” The orange put the bullet bottle back in his vest. “They came here and shot you at will. Of course I have to reply to it.”
Shuji who was checking his mask paused for a moment before continuing.
“Sini.”
Submissively the orange approached. Shuji felt sweet in his heart, yet showed no meaningful reaction. His hand moved to fix the position of the orange mask, making sure there were no gaps. “Still remember the rules?”
Orange nodded. “Pistol should not be lowered, mask should not be opened, finger on..” Orange displays a series of short rules that Shuji explained earlier.
“Oke.”
The two were still chatting as they heard the sound of bullets from afar.
Shuji lowered his head, looked at the orange mask and explained their short strategy: take cover, shoot as much, take the opportunity as the opponent fills the bullet.
“You are accurate in shooting, so can keep shooting while moving. Origin can predict the position of the opponent,” said Shuji. "When the interval you shoot straight into the position I'm showing you."
“Oke.”
“They seem to play here often.” Bullet pauses and when filling the bullet is very short. “If getting shot is okay, the important thing is to have fun.” Shuji said calmly. I will take revenge later, he added in his heart.
“I understand.”
Of the opponents there were more than two people, clearly out of balance. But Jingga and Shuji remained on the move, coming back closer to the earliest area.
The orange managed to shoot two people. Before shooting the third man, he was shot first.
Shuji catches up and shoots back the man who had been aiming at him earlier.
Shuji's phone that rang since then was ignored. Four minutes later, the two of them came out of their respective barriers and gathered.
Shuji was shot in the end, but he managed to shoot the most people.
Out of six opponents, one survives.
But when the two teams met, the group that won was shocked because there were only two people from Shuji's team.
“Oh, looks like we met with pro?” the man who shot Shuji said.
Shuji looked down at the one red paint dot that stained his vest. She gloomily shook her head politely; rejecting the compliment.
The two people who shot the orange did not feel cheerful at all. It was only up close that they realized that they had been shot by women.
“We're sorry for interrupting you guys.” Said one of the six.
Shuji does not recognize who shot him first but his good mood is gone. Had he won he might still be happy.
“It's okay. We both finished playing.” Said Shuji kalem.
“What because we came to interject?”
“Not at all. I came here to teach someone to play, and now it's enough.”
“Oh.” The person who shot Shuji muttered, “Your girlfriend?”
Shuji turned his head and looked sharply. Why is this guy so chatty? “You know, dating.” Shane does not deny.
“Then we have really disturbed you guys.” That guy was signaling to his groupmate. All five moved into deeper areas; and now all three of them were left behind.
The man was wearing a dark blue vest with PDF pants. Her body was well-built just inches below Shuji's height. When his teammate was far away, the man opened his mask. Behind the mask, a familiar clean and friendly face was plastered.
“Eh?” The orange that had been silent since could not help his surprise.
“Oh, Jingga-san. It turns out you were right.” The man drew a subtle smile. “I think of others, I can only guess from your stature and veil.”
That answer made Shuji tighten his gun, itching to shoot. What does stature mean? This person must often pay attention to orange if you can get to know only from the shape of the body.
Shuji piqued while the two chatted, and he finally remembered.
This wasn't the fucking cop back then?
