Disclaimer: Noblesse isn't mine.
This Isn't Lukedonia (Part 7)
"Si quieres jugarles una broma, deberias hacerlo ya."
"Que tenias en mente?" M-21 huffed.
"Solo una broma." Stefin shrugged casually as he took the barstools from the counter and placed them on the floor one by one. "Algunos pueden leer Español. Y que si no concuerda? Solo piensalo. Cuando la gente lo lea en Ingles, no dira lo que creen que decia.."
"Entonces ni siquiera lo notaran."
"Como dije, solo es una broma." He smiled as he wiped down the bar with a dingy cloth. "Los que lean Español lo notaran."
"Si, eso haran." M-21 sat down on one of the stools and rested his elbows on the bar.
Translation: "If you want to leave, you should go now." "Trying to run me out?" "Like I would just put up with it." "As I said, just a warning." "Yeah, they do that."
"Just a warning." Stefin shrugged casually as he took the barstools from the counter and placed them on the floor one by one. "Maria's only just getting started. You think she's crazy now? Just wait. I'm a sucker for her games, but I don't expect you to put up with it."
Tao proudly strutted across the stage with a microphone in his hand and winked at an invisible crowd.
"You're too much." Takeo laughed and shook his head without even looking at his comrade. "If you're going to charm the audience, you might want to wait until they get here."
"We only have a few minuets." Tao spun around and, swiping his hair back with one hand, produced a debonair smile. "Just enough time to practice my moves. I'll have the ladies swooning."
"Yeah, with laughter." Takeo muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"I said to come pick out a song."
"No need. I already know what song I'm gonna sing."
"Not that song M-21 made up?"
"Exactly!" Another spin and this time he smirked mischievously at M-21. "Unless you want to do it."
"Heh, you're on your own for that one." M-21 turned back to the bar. "Bet you could get Takeo to sing a duet."
"Hey, Takeo!" Tao pranced over to his friend. "You have to sing with me!"
"Not a chance."
"Esun tipo gracioso." Stefin nodded toward Tao.
"Es el encargado de la comedia en esta historia."
"Comedia o no, su grupo de seguidores es impresionante." Stefin flipped on the open sign and returned to his place at the counter. "Pero no te preocupes. A las chicas les gustan los melancolicos, tambien."
"Que dijiste de mi?"
Stefin shrugged. "Como si no supieras que eres popular. Yo no lo soy mucho. Soy un personaje original. Tu eres de verdad."
"Creesque me importa?"
"Ah, no?" Maria walked in and took Stefin's place as the bartender, and he quietly headed to the door to do his part as a bouncer.
M-21cringed at the sound of her voice. "Para nada."
"Estas mintiendo?"
"No." He stood up and stomped over to the others. "I'm ready to go. Let's leave."
Translation:
"He seems lively." Stefin nodded toward Tao. "Troublesome or not, it'll draw in customers." "That hard up?"
"He's nothing but trouble."
Stefin shrugged. "Just trying to scrape up enough money to move back home. Maria wants to see Germany. Get married there. That sort of thing." "How much do ya need?"
"Curious?" Maria walked in and took Stefin's place as the bartender, and he quietly headed to the door to do his part as a bouncer.
M-21 cringed at the sound of her voice. "Not my problem." "Isn't it?" "No."
"But I'm about to perform!" Tao flipped through the songbook, desperately searching for lyrics that he recognized. "I've never done open mic before."
"It's almost like karaoke." Takeo said and glared over at M-21. "And it's your fault were here."
M-21 narrowed his eyes defensively. "You're the one that started talking to that chick."
"Like you didn't call Frankenstein to tell him that you wanted to stay."
"Hey you two, let's not fight." Tao tried to sound soothing, but his expression gave him away. He was enjoying this.
"You're the one that got us stuck here in the first place."
"And you can be the one to get us out." M-21 snatched the book from his hand and tossed it over to Takeo.
"What about them?" Tao pointed toward the bar. Maria stood behind it, watching their conversation with amusement. "We promised that we'd sing."
"We didn't promise anything."
"Fine, then let's just leave." Tao grabbed the book back and gripped it tightly between both hands. "After I sing."
Time Jump:
"Tao, you're an idiot." M-21 laid down in the cargo hold of the plane with his back turned to the others.
"I felt bad." Tao hung his head low and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I didn't think that I'd drive the customers away. Takeo, is my singing really that awful?"
"I don't think it was your singing as much as it was your song choice." Takeo said softly, ruining whatever comfort his words my have held by stifling laughter. "You should have known better than to sing M-21's song."
"We could have just left." M-21 mumbled, till refusing to face them. "But you had to sing."
"I felt bad about just leaving those two like that."
"Yeah, well, the audience felt bad listening to you." M-21 shot a look back to them and immediately turned back to the wall. "And I felt bad having to put up with you. Did you really have to go this far?"
Tao glanced over at the couple that sat on the far side of the cargo hold. "Once we stop in Germany, we'll get rid of them."
"We had better be on the right plane this time. I would rather listen to you sing than deal with this."
"That's not a bad idea. Tao, why don't you sing?" Takeo grinned and leaned comfortably against his gun case. "M-21 just said he wanted to hear you."
"¡Soy un turista loco! ¡No entiendo lo que dice esta canción!-"
"Takeo, I'm going to kill you."
Translation:
"I am a crazy tourist! I don't know what these lyrics mean-"
"Takeo, I'm going to kill you."
A/N: And end. I have finally wrapped this story up^^ Maybe a little rushed, but completing it was a goal of mine this month.