You sternly said, eyes squinting at another from your onstage point. There was a new group of idols that crawled their way onto the stage amidst an ALKALOID performance, although the song was finished, it was evident that the members were unhappy with the interruption. This separate unit seemed like some sort of Crazy:B wannabes that had you scoffing with their attempts at genuine insults. They sounded just like cliche movie villains. An embarrassing look for them, that's for sure. Your entire figure was tense with pain, face screwing up occasionally as the needle-like sensation worsened. These painful moments reoccurred, every goddamn day. You went to a variety of doctors to examine the issue, yet all results pointed at nothing being wrong. How do you handle the endless pain? Simple.
Smack!
That motherfucker just slapped Hiiro.
"Shut it, Ama—"
SLAM—!
Before one of the four random unit members could even utter Hiiro's family name, you tackled his torso, laughing manically as his legs tossed into the air. Slamming him onto the stage was easy; he practically weighed nothing to you. Your strength sent ripples of uneasiness throughout the venue, although applause roared in response to your aggression. Seems they feel the same as you. Hiiro rushed forth, with Aira squeaking as his human shield departed. Both Mayoi and Tatsumi had shocked expressions, though they seemed eager to deter the fight from evolving into anything physical. Did it matter to you? Hell no. The boy you tackled seemed keen on wrestling you, the smugness on his features infuriated you. He truly believed he did something apart from doom himself. Fed up with his attempts at physically injuring Hiiro, you clutched the boy's neck in your hands. His expression distorted instantly. The color drained out of his face, eyes wide as though he didn't expect you to genuinely react.
The other members were getting pummeled—or at least, the unit made an attempt to pummel them—. "Do you think you're Crazy:B or something?" You questioned as you twisted the boy's arm behind his body, forcing his face into the stage. He howled with pain, writhing underneath you. "We're better than them." He sneered, peering over his shoulder to do so. "God, you're ugly," you withdrew a bit in disgust. "At least Crazy:B can actually get a crowd going. All I hear is fucking crickets." It's true, the audience was silent until signs popped up that ALKALOID was winning. Physical violence against a small idol unit was unfair as is, but then you remember; they have you.
