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"Heh, another one fails the Konpaku challenge. Not that I didn't predict this outcome..." Hiding behind a trash bin just down the road, watching Nekura exunt the area from the shadows, was a well dressed dashing rogue who didn't afraid of anything. He glanced over his shoulder to nod at the assembly collected behind him, a menagerie of suited individuals carrying instruments crucial to their reggae culture. "We proceed just as planned. Once Nekura's out of sight, we'll get into position."

"Who are you?" The gritty sound of irate neighbor caused the leader of misfits to look up suddenly, and offer a sheepish smile towards the owner of the uh...trash bin...that he was currently using for concealment. A baseball bat rested across his shoulders in an all too threatening manner, and everyone quickly took note of the yankee's attitude as he stared down his nose at them.

"N-no one. Oh, is this yours? Sorry about that! Didn't even notice it was theeere." The blue haired 'musician' sprung to his feet, distancing himself from his prior hiding spot and rubbing his foot into the well trimmed lawn beneath him as a nervous tick. H-he was totally innocent, and not planning anything crazy, alright!?

"Young punks, get off my lawn!" The man shouted, whirling the baseball bat above his head a few times intimidatingly as the collective scattered towards the sidewalk, falling all over each other in their hurry. "I'm gonna go my Betsy, and if you're still here when I get back I'm gonna teach you miscreants some manners! Always knockin' over my bins and tearing up lawns in the neighborhood! I'm sick of you and your biker friends alw-"

"Y-yes sir! Right away sir! Sorry for the misunderstanding!" The blue haired Ikeman shouted back as he barreled down the street towards the place Myonmu had disappeared from moments ago, frantically attempting to put some distance between himself and the misunderstanding before anything worse happened.



A rapping sound on the front door drew Mr. Konpaku towards the unexpected guest, and the door opened up on what he (and possibly Youmu) would consider a...rather one of a kind sight. The conglomeration of people outside were formed into a band, instruments set up on his lawn with enough discretion to avoid drawing their attention until the wanted time, and as if on cue the music began to start as reality set in for the Konpaku man.

The man leading the group stood in the center, a vaunted celebrity who all the ladies of Yasogami were known to swoon over...and though Zeo took a moment to offer a wink towards the ladies of the Konpaku house behind Youmu's father, he didn't miss a note as the beat began. "He knocked on your door with heart in his hand, to ask you a question! Because he knows you're an old fashion maaan~. 'Can he have your daughter for the rest of his life?' Say yes, say yes, 'cause he needs to know. But you say he'll never have your blessing 'till the day he dies! Tough luck my friend, the answer's still no~!" The non-patriarch, non-head of the Kirijo family swayed back and forth with a microphone in his hand as the mystery unraveled. Of course, anyone with half a brain could probably have told you how on the spot it put the head of the Konpaku household, what with Zeo showing up out of the blue to serenade/chastise him on behalf of his daughter and his BEST FRIEND EVER, Nekura. I mean, they could probably be best friends. Who knows. What I'm saying is, he definitely wasn't doing this just because he had the band for a day, had ordered a half dozen tailored suits, and had been keeping track of Nekura and Youmu's relationship like some sort of twisted real life soap opera he'd become overly invested in, alright!? "Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human tooo~? Why you gotta be so ruuuude~?"

Oh. Okay, he'd clearly just messed up a pronoun there, no reason to focus too much on-

"I'm gonna marry her anyway! Marry that giiiirl, no matter what you say! We'll be a fammiilly~!" Moral high ground? Conceded. Zeo fell to his knees in the dirt as deeper, more resounding pitch entered his voice, his passion influencing the music in a way that was sure to touch Youmu's (mother's) heart at the mere utterance...heh, watch out Mr. Konpaku, or you were going to be single soon. "Oh I hate to do this, but you leave me no choice. I can't live withooout her! Love me or hate me, we will be bold standing at that altar! We will run away, to another galaxy! You know she is in love with me...she will go anywhere I goooo! Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to knoooow! O, why you gotta be so ruuudee? Can't you see I'm human tooooo!" The song reached a crescendo as the chorus (a lovely duet of pink and blue haired sisters whose names Zeo couldn't quote remember? Tem and Tam? Something like that.) kicked in, and the second verse came and went with even more passion than the first, until finally he entered the tail end of the song. The notes resounded with all the beautiful melancholy of piano keys, and the clearly pitch-perfect voice of Zeo went into long, exaggerated notes that stressed the...ahem, finer points of his voice, echoing the very truth of his soul throughout the voice solo at the end.

As it ended, Zeo finished pivoting back and forth on his feet, the small dance moves adding to the expression of the song, and he coughed as he came back down to earth a bit...not just from the grass and dirt now ground into the soles of his expensive tuxedo shoes. "I-I mean, uh, h-him. He's gonna marry that girl. If she's willing, of course. I mean, I'm pretty sure she's willing. Oh gawd, should I have booked them some tickets to Vegas beforehand? Is this one of those songs where like, when you sing them, you have to REALLY mean them!? Because if so, I'll do it! I'll pay for some tickets and a shotgun wedding toniiight, if so. Or, you know...on a later date to be decided on by the both of them. *Ahem* Though...you know, just between you and me, I am the other option. Yeeeah, I think Youmu's got a bit of a crush on me...I mean, Nekura's got his foot inside the door too, but I bet if you gave your consent to me, the real option, then before long Youmu'd stop puttin' on the tough act, and theeen..." Before Zeo could torpedo his own...admittedly not great attempt at a favor further, a shout suddenly interrupted him as the front door down the street swung open.

"I thought I told you to get lost before I came back! What the hell are you rabble doing outside o' my neighbor's house you trash can thieving son of a-!" The neighbor from before leaped over the small hedge separating the two houses, and it was at this point Zeo noticed that he had no only the baseball bat from before in his left hand, but a replica katana in his other as well.

"Holy HASSELHOFF! W-wait, we didn't do nothin', I'm just sorta asking this guy's daughter to date me annnd IeeeIeei..." Zeo's words slurred as his band members quickly pulled their instruments apart and turned, sprinting back into the street and the opposite direction. This time there was no coming back, and as the crazed neighbor came stumbling across the yard he somehow felt more menacing than a shadow, causing Zeo himself to glance around and make sure everyone was dragging their belongings behind them before uttering the loudest, and most resounding over orders he'd given today. "...eeeeeI- screw it!! Reeeem, cheese it!" Zeo shouted, the duet sprinting away ahead of him before Zeo himself began bolting into the distance, slipping in the yard of the Konpaku's for just a moment before catching himself and exiting with a speed that the middle-aged, and somewhat clumsy neighbor could never have imagined.

Iiiit wasn't perfect, but uuuh...operation successful, huh? L-like, Youmu...was probably going to have her heart swayed, and her dad was going to realize how gruff he'd been, and everyone would have a laugh about this whoooole incident together later...right? Riiiight. Ahahahaha...

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