Bing Bong

"Hojo-sensei! Hey, Hojo-sensei, it's-"

Emu rolled his eyes and kept walking, pointedly ignoring the man all but shoving a camera and a microphone into his face. He knew better than to give people like this guy his energy, and he had patients to attend to. He didn't have time for his crap.

The man- a vlogger who was apparently familiar with the Game Disease outbreak years ago, and Emu's role in it in particular- had been trying to get him to talk to him about it for quite some time. At first, he seemed perfectly alright- he contacted Emu formally through email, and when Emu had declined cordially, he seemed to respect the decision well enough.

However, a month later, Emu had to have the email blocked as his inbox was being inundated, and he also had the blogger's number blocked on his work and personal phones as he was getting several phone calls from him each day. The messages also got more and more disturbing, and eventually the situation escalated to the state it currently was.

Emu knew he probably should get the police involved (and a nagging voice that sounded like Shinnosuke told him it was what he should've done from the beginning). But a part of him thought that, maybe, if he ignored the guy, he would get bored and just leave him alone.

Well... apparently, someone else thought otherwise.

"Oi, you! What the hell are you doing to my bro?"

"Parad, no!" Emu cried out as Parad lunged at the vlogger, who reeled back in surprise, sending his equipment flying into the air.

Parad ignored Emu's pleas to stop, and with a swing of his Gashacon Parabragun, utterly destroyed the vlogger's camera and microphone. He carelessly stepped on the pieces of plastic and glass, incidentally smashing the SD card inserted into the camera under his heel.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing, huh?" Parad asked in a dark tone, his eyes glowing red, his grip on the weapon hardening. "Did you think you can just get away with harassing my brother because he's so soft that he won't report you?"

The vlogger's eyes widened. "Y-You! You're... You're one of..."

"Yes. And I'm his brother." Parad said. "You don't want to make an enemy out of me, now do you?" The vlogger shook his head vigorously. "Alright then. So leave him alone. Or else you'll really know how nasty we Bugsters can be." Parad turned to Emu. "Let's go. Poppy's waiting for us at the CR."

Emu was so dumbstruck that he let Parad drag him away from the equally shocked vlogger they left behind. When his brain finally came back online, the first thing he managed to say was, "Since when did you think we were brothers, Parad?"