Ichirou Sohma
Ichirou had practically ran out of the garage and dived into his car. "You better not blow anything up, kid," Ichirou's boss yelled after him, trying not to laugh.
"You worry to much old man." Ichirou started up his car and sped off towards where Masaru awaited him, Cafe Shukumei. One of the terrifying things about Ichirou was the fact he almost never listened to the rules of the road. He always went faster than he was supposed to, way faster and cut corners like a maniac. It was amazing that he had never been in a car accident while he was the driver. The glove compartment stuffed with tickets didn't affect him at all, just gave him something to laugh at. Fingers flew and horns blazed as Ichirou made his way to the popular cafe. It wasn't to long until he pulled up to the curb of the shop, laughing wildly at the high school students who had actually fallen backwards when he sped by. "Kids these days." He closed the door and locked his precious vehicle, patting its hood before walking into the cafe.
"Masaru," he started in a sing song voice. "Masaru, time to gather the explosives!"
Ichirou looked around, trying to find his sneaky snake of a friend. "I saw a big pile of lonely wood the other night and I heard it calling me. Need to stop by our houses and and see if there is anything we wanna burn." Several people looked at him like he was crazy, but he dismissed those people. If they didn't want to join in, then they were no fun what so ever. "I don't have any work tonight, so I wanna make this last."