In Sight For Improvement

"... I just need more yen... That's all." Said the tall scientist that fidgeted his hands together. His Chestnut kept slicked back style hair breeze from the strong air conditioner. But despite how cold the room was, the man still found a way to perspiration fluster red. He aggravatedly rubbed his stubble beard as he leered at his opposing opponent.

When people wish to misuse a field of pure science, someone appears to actually do it.

That misuse type of individuals were said to be of that of a single bloodline. But that did not cover what it meant to be a part of that family.
Even if that bloodline were to be wiped out, a different bloodline would take on the role, and live to the name.

Within that cold distorted room, the ones that were there, would be detested. But wishing for them to be thawed out of existence was inevitable.

They were ones to appear when science lost its purity. There were the type of infested cockroaches that must rid the entire world to have a chance of wiping them out. But even that wasn't considered enough.

If the scientific monarchy known as Academy City were to be eliminated, these cockroaches would be the type to scatter throughout and naturally start cropping up all over the world.

The category term of that individual and ideology was the side-effect of being a Kihara.

The chestnut kept slicked haired Kihara, jerked his hanging red tie.
His opened white coat showed his business inner vest and luxury blue business shirt underneath.

His golden chain dangled around his neck, shining a reflection upon the pajama wearing woman with tea colored wavy hair, tied up in a ponytail.
"I'm sorry but it seems too dangerous to continue." The woman wore a worried face for the slicked haired Kihara.

"Known from my own failures it is probably in your best interest to give up." Byouri the pajama wearing concerned lady's anxiety delivered her opening signature tactic.

"Yen." The kept slicked haired Kihara's right eye might've twitched, but he firmly stood strong repeating himself once more.

"Kihara Nemoto; also known as the mad Kihara Akuma who sought a hell for a challenge for science. That is why you gained and earned that name, but I should warn you. There won't be another chance, so... give... up."

A shaggy hair scientist eavesdropped on the commotion, leading to a flying steel chair breaking way to his face. The closed eyes and shaggy hair Kihara twist his upper body left, dodging at the last second. Though the cunning shaggy hair scientist effortlessly dodged the chair throwing by the Kihara Akuma, the scientist was never the intentional target.
Rather it was Byouri who deflected the attack while remaining seated.

"Throwing chairs over a failed experiment? ... So Kihara-like of you." Kihara Byouri's sarcastic tone followed by her shallow blank eyes leer to Kihara Akuma. "Just give up."

"Have you finally dropped the façade bitch? Good!" Kihara Akuma stares down on Kihara Byouri before tossing collected reports.

"Heh! Don't bother making me laugh. I've truly given up on all forms of happiness." Kihara Byouri smiled maliciously, tapping her index finger upon the collected reports, scattered on the table.
"You came to me, a researcher in transformation practices and giving up in a last pitch of effort to not give up? I'll admit it was a nice attempt to try and make me laugh. You hypocritical chinchin fuck face."

"What are you talking about? You kuso baba wretch!"

"Trying your hardest? But refuse to use all your options? While the boosting experiments showed something worth looking into. The sudden cognitive changes is something I'm not a fan of." Byouri notes leaning back, sliding her finger further down the record pages. "It's turning even the most unlikely candidates into sharks. The fall of Kihara Nemoto; Akuma, devil of science, will only bring birth to a new Akuma. But... we won't have any sworn sadness for your demise. But this hypothesis..."

Wheels electronically shifted magnetically into Byouri's chair.

Kihara Akuma had the engaging senses to crouch, weaving Kihara Byouri's sudden attack. She done-so-fast, she detached a wheel that was connected to her now transformed wheelchair.
The wheels were round but sharp, sharp enough to decapitate any ordinary man's head like a pizza cutter cutting its slices of pizza.

The metallic wall structure that was stuck behind Akuma had a perfect clean symmetrical horizontal cut.

However neither Kihara held any sort of shocking reaction to each other's sudden aggression.

"You seriously need to give up now before it's too late. As someone who specializes in giving up, I never give my victims any sort of reason to try. You'll lose more than what you're bargaining for and if a new Kihara killer is born. That's something we won't appreciate." Byouri held her wheel with one hand as another wheel took the detached one's place.

Kihara Akuma cracked his knuckles, clench his fist, and posed up a brawling stance.

It was the atmosphere of two bosses waiting in a dungeon for the player's final trial, but both of them were the final boss. And there wasn't room for the both of them.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck this! I don't plan to be your collateral damage background character! I plan to be a main serious character with a grand Kihara name and build up, character arc." Said the closed eyes and shaggy hair Kihara who flicked his middle finger before storming out the door.

The two Kihara beasts however were too busy howling and swearing profanity, to notice shaggy hair Kihara Mori's dissed.

"If you're already backed into a corner to constantly beg for financial sources, swallowing your pride as a Kihara as an embarrassment and shame, you mind as well give up. You know who you're supposed to be calling, so give up being a sniveling little bitch about Amata's achievement to the number 1# and get over it!" Byouri's confrontation gave her the obvious spot-on theory to block Akuma's sudden powerhouse kick.

His bulldozing kick had so much impact that it broke the table and hurled the whole wheelchair with Byouri included into the air. Byouri casually controlled the momentum, swirling vertically backwards effortlessly landing on her wheels.

"I ain't swallowing shit bitch! But you can swallow these nuts if you wish! You talk fucking big but if you want to be focusing on anyone you should be prying your tactics upon your disappointing Kihara student keeper!" Akuma's command left a disdainful picture on Byouri's shallow face.

Before she regained her smile Byouri's wheelchair transformed the two arms into metallic bazooka attachments.

"Impressive as always Nemoto! You were always fortunate enough to keep up with me! FINE! I won't help you on your quest for yen. But I do have an idea if you could manage without giving up!" Byouri had one finger kissing the red button that shifted attached to her wheelchair right arm and a black button that had a telephone glowing symbol on the left.

Pressing the left button, within a moment of silence from the two final bosses that would be hell to deal with separately.

A short ashy grey hair Kihara barges through the door humbly dancing into the scene. "Did someone call me?! Eh?" Kihara Souji's ear piercings show a reflection of Akuma and Byouri.

Academy City is composed of 23 districts, called School Districts, which are simply numbered from one to twenty-three and each of these districts have a specific purpose. Within one of these districts; district 22 hid a certain private skyscraper known as the Kihara's Lobby. A private building that only a Kihara had the keys to.

Outside of that Kihara building a unfortunate rental manager attendant, buds his cigarette. Kobayashi Kei swipes the wrecking sweat, taking a deep moment of thought at the glass tent doors.

"I had it, I'm sick of these bloodthirsty lunatic Kiharas. Every damn day it's a miracle just to make it home alive and not be a Kihara at the same time." Kobayashi praised himself. But his self movatiation complaining was no longer enough for him to endure the sanity working as a rental attendant.

As a building that housed individuals that planned acts that could easily be argued illegal, it was a private building holding count to a bundle of dark acts.
There were unfortunately accidents that had taken place many times within the lobby.
Lawyers, scientists, investors and many others that made previous visits and so happened to not pay attention to their surroundings have faced such accidents and casualties.

Kobayashi with the disdain of disgusted experiences cleaned dark red liquids many times or the types of flesh that would make an ordinary desperate japanese man vomit.

Sure Kobayashi wasn't a perfect person himself, a man with many problems, that led to this job to answer to his needs. However the opportunities and wealth salary were no longer worth enduring. Watching Kihara's kill on a whim, screw up personas, and insane profane language, Kobayashi reached his limit.

He filed his two weeks notice and worked up the courage to escape. And finally made peace for his final day at work.

"My last break might be over. But six more hours of this damn insane fest and smooth road life here I come." Kobayashi fist bumps his chest taking one more deep breath.

Eruption from the pillar floors of the Kihara Lobby boom shattered. Kobayashi's eyes survey above but what to witness, rubble, debris and glass plummet showering down at him.

The ridiculous random destructive absurdity, gave Kobayashi an ordinary attendant no time to react. Before he knew it his eyesight became blurry, dark liquids that he normally clean himself was pouring out of himself. His bones fractured, bent up like a silly straw.

Oddly, there wasn't a single Kihara harmed inside the exploded vacuum. But Kobayashi Kei's last day at Kihara's Lobby was in fact his last day.

♦

"Damn it all! That pajama kuso baba wretch, truly is the specialist of making people give up." Chestnut kept slicked back style hair of Kihara Akuma dance to the speedy winds. This was due to driving immensely past the speed limit, swerving between lanes pasting other cars.

On the side passenger seat, the short ashy grey hair Kihara head dances along with the ruthless momentum. His open reaching arms waver like a pendulum to the impetuously drifting.

"Ooooo Akuma~Kun~Nya!! This might sound like hell! But Ooooo Akuma~Kun~Nya will find a way!!" Kihara Souji who was singing only annoyed the devil of science even further.

"I would have taken anyone else! The bitch did this on purpose! She could have at least gave me the fucking dog!" Akuma grumbles at the thought of being stuck with Kihara Souji. 

"Because he is the devil of science! I don't know why? I don't know the difference between Kihara and Akuma. Buuuuutttttt~ Oooooo Akuma~Kun~Nya!! He'll figure it all out!! Becausssssssssseeee he's the devil of science!!"

"Okay so far... this is what we need. We need new subjects, a placeholder, and security. And we need to apply all this without losing too much yen right now... With the disadvantage predicament... I'll close some of the problematic yen gaps with my own income... Then ... If anyone can be ... number #1 ... Then number #1 ... Won't be ... So special? ... Right?" Akuma, speaking in an indistinct riddle, gazing at the road ahead.

"Hater." Akuma answers Souji's additional remark by stomping his foot to the brakes, causing Souji to jerk like a bobble head. If it weren't for the seat belt Souji would have surely been repelled through the windshield of the Koenigsegg Trevita.

"Subjects! placeholder, security! Fast!!" Akuma bellowed.

The two Kihara's stopped in the middle of the road both out of their seats about to get into a street brawl.

"I didn't get any useful data from that collision! So I wonder if I'll obtain the ("title devil of science") if I return the favor?" Souji's tone altered, sounding more brutish and disturbing.

"Mutherfucker you can try! Just be lucky your death won't financially secure me any favors. So I'll just pummel you until the boiling blood circulation from these veins coming from my temple cools down!" Akuma intimidates glaring with a sudden fighting stance.

"You call that a fighting stance?! Whatever~ Ooooo Aku~ma! You stupid moron you'll be spending yen fixing me up!"

"Fuck you! I outta throw you in the district slums trash pit where those broken espers would ... Live?"

"Where an irresponsible guardian would easily..."

"Give us the espers and placeholder!!"

The two Kihara's stop their squabble and jump back into the Koenigsegg Trevita with a new found ambitious logical path.

"Oh... Let's also sell this car while we're at it!" Akuma notes. "We can spend most of the yen on really effective security.

"WHAaaaaTtttt?!!" Souji whimpers at the sudden shock of realizing this would be the final ride with the speedy roller coaster.

Character Feature
Profile; Kihara Akuma
• A scientist With A huge love to science, he'll crush anyone who looks down on science, and anyone who'll look down on him.
• Extra Notes, he has high blood pressure, and he likes spicy food.
• He dislike Magical Powered Kanamin.
Abilities
He's a try-hard
Brave enough to get into a fist fight but sucks at it.
He's extremely smart rightfully so.