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Tower of Terror
Author’s Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of MAZICA PARTY.
Pairing: Established Kezuru x Cratch.
Summary:
A fall from Tokyo Skytree would seriously be a long way down.
The Combo Tickets to go up to the Tembo Deck and Tembo Galleria at Tokyo Skytree weren’t exactly cheap, even with their student discount. This was especially infuriating for Cratch, who had blown all that allowance, even if he was only paying his portion.
Still. What for? To spend hardly any time on the lower level, just watching Kezuru listlessly round the floor once and take token photos, then stumble into line to grab the elevator?
Maybe Kezuru had his fill of the place when he, Silver, and Eric went in unauthorized to stop Dragohelm from finding Dratree first, but the world wasn’t imperilled by an old geezer fixed on dropping a moon-sized depression bomb on it anymore!
Seriously!
Speaking of dropping, Kezuru dropped his Mazica Gear on the walk here and was in complete disarray. He was fishing around in his pockets like crazy while holding up the line, worried he’d lost his ticket how he’d lost his precious magic wand earlier in the day.
“Kezuru, I’m leaving without you!” Cratch spews coldly from the packed elevator. He isn’t alone in his stare of disbelief. Other impatient visitors are baffled by Kezuru’s behaviour as well.
Kezuru double-times, finally showing the attendant his pass, and pouncing between the doors, which clamp shut, almost catching his untucked shirt. It seriously wouldn’t bother Cratch if the metal doors crushed his better half…so long as he got a laugh out of it, or his better half was split into two demonstrably better halves.
They were supposed to be on a date, and Kezuru was ruining it.
Case in point: When Cratch gets off on the second observation deck 100 m higher, Kezuru is at the back of the elevator, having landed on Wanisuke during his desperate leap. Sliding a short distance, he crashed into the back wall, forcing everybody else to the sides. None of the guests could make heads or tails of it because they couldn’t see Wanisuke or Balnya, but Cratch, sharing Kezuru’s wizardly gifts, was painfully aware, contemplating throwing Kezuru off the tower.
Recompense (revenge) for the circles Kezuru put him through.
And for fun (who was he kidding?), hm-hm-hm~♪
He didn’t have a rule outlining the disposal of dumb boyfriends, but could always make one up as the situation demanded. His rules were limited solely by number, and Cratch had an infinitude of those he might declare.
Cratch swears the portraits of Disney princesses displayed in a rising loop around the Tembo Galleria to secrecy. Moana, Ariel, Jasmine, Belle…
He squeezes his chin, picturing Kezuru’s last “Se-se-se-seriously!” before shattering through the glass.
“You think somebody picked up my Mazica Gear, Cratch? What if they do something bad with it?”
Ah, the lovable dimwit. Often helpful and hopeful. Occasionally helpless and hopeless.
Sunup till sunset, a party popper of hotness.
OK, Kezuru was forgiven. Cratch preferred PDA to scratching out his friend-slash-lover, anyway!
Scratching. And slashing.
With no Kezuru, who could he torture?
Cratch has to remind Kezuru it’s impossible for his Mazica Gear to be misused. The dark wizards on Earth all had their memories of being evil erased. One was newly married, one was selling glasses for a living, one was in college, one was a pro wrestler, and one was a literal child. The Dragohelm elders in space were also killed by the Great Wizard of Dragohelm, who was himself destroyed by Bigburn Balnya’s super high-spirited Bigburn Leo Punch.
There wasn’t anyone left to misuse his Mazica Gear!
Worst-case scenario, Anya finds out about Kezuru misplacing his Mazica Gear from her spy owl, she uses magic to get it back to him, and she lectures him so he learns his lesson.
She hadn’t come down on Kezuru yet for circumventing her order and breaking her seal on the Mazin either, after she specifically told him she’d decided from the beginning the Mazin would be sealed in their cards for good after the terror of Dragohelm was over.
Actually, that terrified him more. He may be stronger than Anya and able to undo her magic now, but Anya possessed years of experience he didn’t. If she wanted to, she could undo him in stunning fashion. With volts and volts and volts, and bolts and bolts and bolts of lightning!
“Oh, crap! I’m seriously screwed!”
Cratch grins menacingly over his choice of words, joking, “No, that’s my job.”
Wanisuke and Balnya have their words let out of them (Balnya, like helium leaking from a balloon).
Squeeeeeek!
Meanwhile, Kezuru –
Kezuru is pink. A lighter pink than his hair.
“Cratch…seriously?” He felt it was a (Dra)bridge too far.
“Hm-hm-hm~♪” Cratch wasn’t a dark wizard, but his sense of humour certainly leaned toward the darker end of things.
As expeditiously as Kezuru and his party cut through Anya’s seal, they got back on track.
Kezuru and Cratch visited the cafeteria to buy mori soba at Soba Matsugen, dividing the green soba noodles between themselves and their Mazin.
Eased of the distracting thought of his Mazica Gear falling into the wrong hands, and only residually disconcerted by concerns of Anya punishing him, Kezuru stopped rushing the date, taking his time to relish and document the trip. Getting their money’s worth, browsing the exhibits at the Wishing upon the TOKYO SKYTREE TOWN centennial celebration event.
A photo op with standees of Sulley, Boo, and Mike Wazowski.
A lightbox featuring the climactic stroke of midnight scene from Cinderella.
Physically walking alongside a visual history that included familiar faces like Mickey, Lilo and Stitch, and Miguel from Coco.
Souvenir shopping.
“Y~ay!”
Down where they started again, Cratch wasn’t even going to tell Kezuru he found his Mazica Gear. It was clipped where it always was, to Kezuru’s waist belt holder across from his Mazica Book, the wand and its wielder never separated. Not for an instant.
Kezuru had panicked, crashed into the back of the elevator, and unknowingly risked being thrown off the tower for nothing (such a Kezuru thing to do). It wasn’t like he was going to need to pay someone Mazica Corporation’s retail price on Mazica Gears to get his back from a virtual stranger!