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As Tsubasa wheeled Ginga along the highway, he thought deeply to himself about how many people he must have killed in a past life to deserve the bad luck he had in his present one. It was either that, or there was a company building somewhere filled with people that made a living off trying to see how much further they could push him to the brink of insanity.

*In an evil corporate building somewhere*

"Okay, men. How can we chip away at Tsubasa's sanity and ruin his life today?" asked a man in a business suit to a table of other men in business suits.

All the men thought for a moment, before one raised his hand. "I know, let's send him on a road trip with those three idiots we threw into his life a few years ago. That ought to make for some trouble!"

The first man slammed his fist down on the table, "Paul, you smart cookie, you. That's genius! Expect a raise waiting for you on your desk on Monday."

All the men sat back and rubbed their hands together diabolically like they were rubbing in hand lotion and laughed. Outside, thunder crashed.

*Back in the real world*

Tsubasa shuddered.

"Madoka!" Masamune wailed. "When are we going to get to the service station? My feet are hurting, we've been walking for hours!"

Madoka was walking ahead of the others. She looked back over her shoulder at Tsubasa who pushed Ginga in the wheelbarrow while Yu sat on top of his unconscious stomach. Masamune literally crawled behind. "I told you, I don't know! My laptop died!"

"Can't you charge it then?"

"Masamune, do you see any power points around here? How can I possibly charge my laptop in the middle of the desert? I'm not a magician!"

"Hey, Masamoomoo, shut your yapper. Look, a service station!" Yu pointed to a sign up ahead that clearly read 'Petrol Here'.

They all cheered and ran ahead. Except for Tsubasa because he had been left to push the wheelbarrow along and Ginga who couldn't run due to not being awake.

Masamune reached the service station first. He collapsed onto the ground and began to cry tears of joy. "Yes, yes! Finally, civilization at last!" He began kissing the dirt underneath him.

Yu ran past Masamune who was currently making out with the ground and bolted inside the store. He reached the front desk and bounced onto the checkout counter, frightening the young man behind the security glass.

The young man only appeared to be about 19. He was skinny and greasy looking. His hair was slicked back with too much gel, his face was covered in crater sized acne and his lips pouted out like a fish. He screamed and threw his hands up at the sight of Yu. "Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me!"

Madoka came in last followed by Masamune, wiping his mouth on his jumper sleeve.

"What did you do?" she asked noticing the frightened guy behind the counter.

"Who, me?" Masamune asked pointing to himself.

"No, Yu."

"Yeah, do you mean me? I didn't do anything."

"No, not you, Yu!"

"Me?" said the clerk.

She sighed. "Yu!"

"Is the heat getting to you, Madoka?" Masamune felt her forehead.

She grabbed Yu off the bench and set him on his feet. Then she wrapped her open palm over his head.

"I was asking Yu if he did anything, not you."

Masamune gave her a blank stare. He blunk.

"Don't worry about it," Madoka walked up the the clerk and smiled warmly. "Hi, I'm sorry if my little friend here scared you. He's a bit hyperactive, is all. Myself and my friends are in a bit of trouble, and I was wondering if we could use your phone?"

The clerk looked her up and down suspiciously before he nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"Thanks."

He turned and went to collect the phone, but then from his window he saw Tsubasa wheeling Ginga up to the service station. His eyes widened in shock and he dropped the phone.

Masamune noticed. "Gee, buddy. Wanna be a little less clumsy?"

"T-t-that guy," he stuttered pointing to Tsubasa.

Madoka thought the clerk was talking about Ginga, as it would have been a tad surprising to see him unconscious. "Oh, yeah. That's why we wanna use your phone to call for help."

"Okay, I'll help you. Just act natural. Don't let him know you've spoken to me, there's no telling what he could do. I'll ring someone for you."

A little confused by the clerks words and actions, Madoka smiled and nodded, but she didn't think much of it. She led the others out to Tsubasa.

Inside, the clerk picked up a piece of paper and looked with fear from the paper to Tsubasa repeatedly. On the paper, was the words "WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE" in bold print. Underneath, it read, "Maniac on the loose. Billy-Bob Dusk a.k.a Stranglin' Billy escaped from prison last week. Has been known to kidnap young travelers. Presumed armed and dangerous, call the police on sighting."

Below all the text was a picture of Billy-Bob. He shared an uncanny resemblance to Tsubasa except he had a curly moustache.

Outside, the gang sat on the gutter with their heads resting on their hands.

"Did you end up calling anyone?" Tsubasa asked Madoka.

"No, but the guy inside said he'd call someone for us."

"Okay."

Just then, police sirens sounded and before any of them knew it, they were surrounded by about seven patrol cars. Policemen jumped out of the cars and circled around Tsubasa, all screaming at him to remain where he was.

Tsubasa threw his hands up. "Whoa, whoa! What's going on?"

"GET ON THE GROUND! GET ON THE GROUND!"

"Get on the ground? Why, Officer please if you could just help us out. You see, we've had our car stolen and-"

Tsubasa was cut off as a police officer tackled him to the ground. "Resisting arrest huh, Billy-Bob? You can add that to your list of crimes."

"Resisting arrest? Billy-Bob? What are you talking about, my name is Tsubasa Ootori!"

"Ootori? Is that another one of your fake names? Well you're not getting away from us this time, we've finally caught you and you're going away for a long time, sucker."

Tsubasa felt handcuffs snap around his wrists and the police officer pulled him up. Another police looked at Ginga's wheelbarrow. "So you've traded cars for gardenware? Smart one you are."

"Hold on," interrupted another police. "Something looks different about him. Maybe we've got the wrong guy."

Tsubasa sighed. "THANK YOU! Now maybe you'll see that this has all been some kind of misunderstanding."

The first officer walked up to Tsubasa with a Sharpie. "Wait a minute," he drew a moustache on Tsubasa's top lip and stood back with his arms folded, satisfied. The other police gasped.

"Yep, that's him. He must have just shaved his moustache hoping that we'd mistake him. Little did he know that us police are used to that kind of trickery. Take him away, boys."

They began dragging Tsubasa off towards a car.

Ginga's wheel barrow was knocked over and Ginga went rolling onto the ground. Madoka stood there staring in awe, Masamune found the whole thing pretty cool, and Yu jumped on a police officer's back.

"Let go of Tsubasa!"

The police officer pulled Yu off his back, "It's okay son. You're safe now."

"TSUBASA!" Yu cried.

"Yu!" Tsubasa called back as he was thrown in the back of the car and had the door slammed on his face.

All the other police got back in their cars and drove off, Tsubasa's car was the last in line. Yu chased after the car and Tsubasa could be seen pressed against the back window looking on pleadingly.

Madoka ran to Yu and hugged him. "It's okay, Yu. We'll get Tsubasa back. We'll just go inside and ring Ryuusei, he'll know what to do."

Yu nodded, wiping his tears on Madoka's jacket. Masamune walked up behind them and put his hands on his hips. He clicked his tongue. "Well, you don't see that very day, do you? But you know what I don't get? If they thought he kidnapped us, why did they just leave us here? They could have taken us back with them or something."

"What happened? Where are we?"

They each turned around to see Ginga standing a little further back rubbing his head.

"Ginga!" Yu yelled. "You're awake!"

Ginga smiled at Yu, then he looked around anxiously. "Hey, where's Tsubasa."

"Masamune, you tell him. I'm gonna go back and ask the clerk to ring Ryuusei."

"Oh man, you missed it. It was awesome," was all she heard Masamune say to Ginga before she'd walked far enough to not be able to hear him.

She went to the front door and tried to push it open, but it was locked. She knocked and waited.

"Nobody's here, go away!" she heard the clerk's voice say.

"What the…" She went to the window and leant up on her toes to look through. There, she saw the clerk hiding behind the counter, crouched down with his hands over his head.

"Uh, I can see you…"

"No you can't. You're dreaming, you're imagining things. It's all in your head oooOOooooOOh."

"Are you kidding me? Look, just let me in, I need to use your phone!"

The clerk just started singing to himself in order to block out her voice. She noticed a pinboard on the window that had the same piece of paper that the clerk had looked at earlier. On it, the wanted notice and the picture of the criminal who looked exactly like Tsubasa. Madoka folded it and put it in her pocket.

Trying to think of her next move, she stepped back from the window when Masamune whistled to her from out on the highway.

"Hey, Madoka! I got us a ride! This old lady was just driving past and was nice enough to ask us if we needed a lift, isn't that convenient?"

Instantly, Madoka felt a very real sense of danger in her stomach. She walked up to the car, Masamune had jumped into the passenger seat and Yu and Ginga were waiting for her to get into the backseat with them.

"Hurry up, Madoka," said Ginga. "We need to save Tsubasa!"

She shrugged, thinking to herself that the day couldn't possibly get any worse and got in with the boys.

As the car started, Madoka thanked the old woman. "Thank you, we were really in a bit of a mess back there."

The old lady's voice shocked Madoka. It was deep and burly, not lady like or elderly at all. "No problem, little lady. I couldn't leave a bunch of poor, helpless kids like you out there on your own."

A bolt of fear ran through Madoka's spine as she looked in the rearview mirror to see the woman's face. On her face, was a moustache, just like the identifying facial hair of Strangling' Billy.

Okay, so it wasn't that amazing, but you get the idea. I hope you liked it, anyway! :)