“R-Ryuji?! Akira?! What are both of you doing?!” Makoto called out, her voice quivering in surprise and shock over the graphic scene being played out before her. Ryuji didn’t answer immediately, the sound of shrill screaming being silenced by a sickening crunch, before being followed by a wet slurp.
“Whaaa? You and Haru were the ones who told me and Akira to check out the local cuisine!” Ryuji gave his thumb and index a suck, the digits still coated in staining blood. Haru could only put her hands to her mouth, Makoto equally furious and horrified by the voracious murder on display.
“T-That isn’t what either of us meant! You can’t just be eating people!” Makoto wanted to gag as she said the words, another loud slurp, this time a much less crunchy gulp called out from Akira. The bespectacled boy simply smiled as he swallowed the tiny couple he had previously been holding, a much more recognizable red head now grasped where the soon to be stewing smalls had been held.
“Ugh, you’re so lame Makoto! When will I ever get to try foreign food like this, huh? Besidesss, uh, it’s kinda hard to consider bugs people.” Ryuji grinned, looking down at the shivering man struggling and grunting in his clutched palm.
“R-Ryuji-kun… please reconsider and let that man go… I-I know that laws for height challenged, and those who aren’t aren’t the same, b-but… what about us?” Haru called up softly, her voice quivering as she heard the severing of spine, and the man’s upper half going limp.
“Ah, you two are a special case, cause you’re mine and his pals.” Ryuji raised his brow, running his tongue over his crimson stained lip. Shaking her head, Makoto turned to Akira, hoping she could talk some sense into him, but the sight of Kasumi swaying back and forth in his hands filled her gut with as much unease as the big boy’s stomachs were of people.
“S-Senpai! H-Help!” Kasumi cried out, tears dripping from her eyes, as she watched Akira eye her hungrily. Makoto was at a loss for words, Haru triply so, and at their own minute size, there was no way they could rush and get one of the normal sized teachers to save the rest of the soon-to-be devoured beach goers.
“Ah, there you two are.” Came a dignified, yet eccentric call from behind the two massive second year boys, both the third year girls breathing a sigh of relief. Yusuke, he might not be the brightest in terms of social interaction, but he always seemed more interested in keeping those not blessed with normal size… even if it was just to be living aids for his art.
“Yo, Yusuke, come take a seat!” Ryuji called back, chuckled, his hand reaching for a cowering boy trying his best to hide behind a foot formed sand dune. Yusuke’s unamused gaze washed over the dyed haired boy’s head, before he glanced at both the small recognizable girls not currently being massacred, and the raven haired boy suckling on another beach goer.
“It seems you two have already gone through most of the meal…” Makoto grimaced, and Haru wanted to cry upon hearing the bored words coming from the blue haired boys’ practically emotionless, but still annoyed mouth. “Nah, nah! We saved you some, even got them salting as if they were… barbeque…” Ryuji’s boyish excitement quickly turned to a look of mild disappointment, as he slipped off Akira’s shoes, and stared at the smeared marks where the once ‘cooking’ tinies had been.
“Are you saying you were going to feed me food that had been near his feet?” Yusuke’s brow furrowed into his typical, lordy annoyance, as Ryuji showed Akira the blood splattered flip flop with a questioning look.
“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me your tasty insoles got totaled?! Now what are we going to feed Yusuke to shut him up? You KNOW I’m not suffering through another one of his art ‘lectures’…” Ryuji hissed, dropping the footwear down onto a crippled small Ryuji had boredly twisted the limbs of like a bug. “W-Why are you looking at us Akira?” Haru started to sniffle, Akira’s glasses shimmering a bright grin at them, before he playfully shook his head. With each heavy beat of their heart, the two oldest girls watched as Akira handed Kasumi, screaming and pleading over to Yusuke, who promptly popped her into her mouth. “See? Don’t worry Makoto, we won’t let anything bad happen to ya… although, I can’t promise that’ll keep up all trip unless you get off my back about my homework.” Ryuji winked, his breath wafting over and washing the now coughing girls in meaty wind.
“And lighten up! After all, we are on vacation!” Ryuji grinned, Akira nodding as he gave his gut a pat, and Yusuke simply sighed, bringing out his sketch book thanks to the inspiration of such a scene full of emotions was giving him.