Yo! Say! Ho!

UHOOO!~ CAN I SERIOUSLY TRY?!

[With Natsu’s usual behavior, anyone would also think he’d be horrible at rhyming but then again, everything about Natsu’s character was quite a mystery to everyone, and so Natsu pulled some sunglasses from his bag and started his beat.]

“Yo, old man, here comes the mighty flame!-♪ People whom I’ve beaten know the name!-♪ Natsu Dragneel, but some call me Salamander!-♪ And I don’t snore, come on that’s a slander!-♪ ”

And damn. This kid had lyrics almost as fresh and fiery has the flames he was breathing. Bee bounced in time to the kid's rap skills. This was a beat he could get down to.

How about that?♪

Bee gave a smirk at the kid, nodding with approval before holding his fist out to Natsu, ready to bump with his new rapping buddy.

[A blunt noice and the pain that came with that kick on the ribs, Natsu’s reaction almost came with a delay of the pain.]

WHA-[Natsu stood up, almost jumping while holding his ribs with one hand and started spewing flames.]

HORAAAAA!!! WHO KICKED ME?!?!

[Natsu hadn’t even noticed the guy next to him in his fit of rage until he heard that rhyme and Natsu went from angry to confused and silent.]

Come again? What’s that you say?

"Come on kid, it ain't hard to see!-♪ I'm the one of a kind, rappin' Killer Bee!-♪ I was bustin' out lyrics like you spit out fire!-♪ But your snorin' was causin' them to expire!-♪ Ya dig?"

Man was this kid an idiot or something? Didn't he see a master rapper when he saw one? Perhaps Bee would just have to get him involved, after all, freestyling was one of the greatest ways of bringing people together. Obviously.

[After a tiring day of doing homework and stuff, Natsu looked for some place to doze off and fell like a brick on his back and was very soundly asleep.

Happy in the meantime decided to go and look for something to eat so Natsu was left alone in one side of the grass in the yard.

It was a wonder how he managed to fall asleep while resting his head on the roots of a big tree out there and the fact that he wasn’t even in a very hidden spot made it even more curious of a sight. The pink-haired boy just kept on sleeping without a care in the world or even realizing if anyone was staring at his sleeping face.]

Until someone started snoring.

Bee tried to ignore it at first, but found himself constantly losing his train of thought to the sleeper. Whoever they were, they were loud. He got up, and found the red-haired kid behind the trunk; snoring like a baby. When'd he get there? Bee gave him a swift kick to the ribs in an attempt to wake him up; before suddenly laying down a rhyme.

As far as the rival knew, Kotone or Kris weren’t even here, let alone that capped loser. He wouldn’t have to bother with them, he had assumed, and that was a happy thought, but now that he had seen some of the kids around here.. Well, maybe Silver might have preferred them.

Everyone was so loud and the ones that weren’t loud seemed to be weirdos. It wasn’t as if he necessarily needed company or anything anyway, but how could anyone go unnoticed in a place like this where there were probably about ten people trying to introduce themselves to you every day? At least back home, he didn’t have to deal with that. His reputation preceded him back in that region, so no one bothered trying to make friendly with him, but here..? Oh, he was free for anyone to try and make friends with, it seemed.

He didn’t like that. Silver definitely needed to get away from that bullshit and that’s why he now found himself by the main gate. The other people around here didn’t seem too interested in striking conversation with him and that was refreshing. It was something—

Wait.

Wait.

Who was—

What is he—

Before Silver could even figure out what was happening, some big guy was standing before him and way too close to his liking, shouting something about rhymes? Okay, okay. Keep calm, don’t yell, don’t yell—

“No! What even makes you think that I’m a person to approach with a request like that?! Fuck—”

The people here were ridiculous and there was no end to them and their idiocy, it seemed. Taking a step back, he sucked in a deep breath.

"Yo! Say! Ho! My red-haired son!-♪ There's no need for violence-♪ not the way to be done!-♪ Just enjoy these treats; filled with soul-♪ like the most tender meat inside a casserole!-♪"

Bee quickly crossed both his arms and moved his head in time to an invisible beat. He peered at the red-haired boy from behind his shades. His face said it all, he wasn't interested. Bee gradually stopped his head banging; disappointed.

"Personal space ain't nothing to me, yo! Killer Bee always eats for two, you get me?"

He probably didn't. Bee being a container for a sealed demon and all, it was unlikely that the kid had any idea what he was saying, still why bother with personal space? You just build up walls between each other and no-one's going to get along. What was up with kid? Bee needed to explain things the only way he knew how.

"Fool, ya fool! Ain't much of a question, but you don't seem to understand the situation!♪"

Bee held out his right hand in a closed fist.

"Ya fool, maybe if you bump the fist; you'll see what my point; get the gist?♪" he replied while grinning.

Thanks to his powers, Bee could sense emotions and the like. Obviously he loved to fist bump too, so he combined them. With any luck, the angry kid would give him a tap and lighten up.

Holding the device up to his ear, his eyes narrowed as he scouted the area before him. 

“It’s me. I’ve yet to make contact with any of our agents…Are you sure this is the designated location? …Tch. Fool. Who do you think you’re talking to?! Don’t jeopardize the mission!”

He was soon interrupted by a large shadow obscuring his view. He looked up to see a pretty big guy getting his groove on.

“Yo! Say! Ho! Son or daughter, I don’t care-♪ Wanna listen to these rhymes, filled with weight an’ flair?-♪”

“L-Lay it on me, man!”

Woah! Bee almost took a step back there for a second. This guy knew English! Bee had to bring out his special rhymes in order to impress this multilingual mean machine. And he had a swag with him too. 

"I see you got a mission-♪ That you can't be missin'-♪ But I got permissi-"

Bee stopped for a second, pulling out his notebook and pencil and continued to scribble down his latest lyrics. Now he just needed to continue, give that kid the finish to really knock him off his feet.

...

"Damn. Can't think of a rhyme."

How disheartening, but the world of rap was a hard one, and Bee would just have to continue on. His bouncing knees stopped and he straightened himself up; crossing his arms as he did so.

"Wait a minute!" he suddenly burst out, "Mission? What the hell sort of mission is that? Ain't you meant to be at a school? Fool, ya fool! Unless your mission involves behind the bike sheds with a little girlie, yeah, I can understand that, hehe~"

"There ain't no need to refrain. You jus' need to explain! Fool, ya fool! Put it right there! Gimme a bump!" he gave a small laugh at the kid, before uncrossing his arms and holding out his right fist.