Still fighting valiantly to stifle her laughter, Coda swiped a tear from her eye with the pad of her thumb, pausing just long enough to join the audience in applauding the two performers. It was only when she looked up that she saw Zayin standing before her, holding the microphone out to her like she was his squire about to take his place in a duel.
The smile dropped from Coda's face, all color vanishing from her already deathly pale complexion in a flash. "Oh, no no no, I couldn't possibly!" She turned to the Shark King, expression desperate. "Nanaue, you tell him!"
Nanaue emitted a low, resonant hum deep inside his chest, his thick head twisting to glance between his companions. "Me think friend good singer."
Coda balked at him, aghast. Betrayer!
"You haven't even heard me sing!" she yelped. "I mean, I can dance and all, but singing?"
Directing a frantic look over Zayin's shoulder, Coda could see that Kiryu was already working on selecting a song. The other man, Majima, stood beside him, hovering and fretting, evidently berating him for his choice in music.
"No! Not that one, Kiryu-chan! This one!"
The other man glanced at him, even his seemingly placid expression turned overwhelmingly intimidating by the severe knife's edge of his cheekbones. "This song?"
"YES! That's the one!" Majima exclaimed, clapping his hands together with a loud chortle. "This is the perfect song for a karaoke battle! It'll be sure to send this entire bar dancing into the streets!"
Kiryu looked back at the song selection. "No, Majima-san. I don't think so. That one won't get them going."
He scrolled to a different song.
Majima emitted a nearly inhuman sound of frustration. "Time is running short! You don't want that little lady to think you're scared of her, do you?!"
Meanwhile, said little lady was attempting to melt into the floorboards. "I can't do it, you guys. I just can't!"
But Zayin only shook his head at her, tsk-ing lightly. "Coda, countless monsters have been slain by my hands for the benefit of humankind, yet this battle I cannot fight for you. You must forge a resolute heart and a steel will. Do not cower in fear, but raise your chin in challenge! Clench your fists and show them what you're made of!"
Her eyes still trained on where the white-suited yakuza was picking his song (and it was taking him a REALLY long time, for some reason), Coda gulped, sinking further down into her seat. She shook her head frantically at Zayin's impassioned encouragement. Her time was running short!
All of a sudden she felt a heavy, slightly damp weight land upon her shoulder. Jolting slightly, Coda looked up and into King Shark's massive, toothy face.
"Friend scared?" he asked, in that deep, bowling-ball-rolling-around-inside-a-barrel drum voice of his.
Coda blinked at him, unsure of how to respond. To admit to her fears would be showing weakness, and displaying any sort of failing was something she simply could not bear. It was practically ingrained into her very DNA— and perhaps it actually was!
But she couldn't very well lie to this... this oddly endearing shark man and his big, dopey eyes! Even though they appeared utterly soulless and flat upon first glance, they were actually... very kind eyes, and they begged her to confess the truth.
Sighing softly and hanging her head, Coda gave a resigned nod. Yes, it was true. She was afraid.
Nanaue hummed, as if experiencing a moment of profound contemplation. Then, in a move that shook the table they were seated beside, the shark man rose to his feet.
Coda glanced up from where she'd been staring at her shoes, mouth just slightly agape. "Nanaue, where are you going?"
The shark man held a hand out to her, palm— as wide as Coda's head, he could easily crush her skull like a grape if he had a mind to do it —facing up.
"Go sing together," said he. He paused, nostrils flaring, and bobbled his head at her in a gesture that seemed almost like a... reassuring nod? "Eat pirate me."
Blanching, Coda frantically waved her hands at him. "Oh, no, it's not that— I-I'm not scared of the... the pirate guy! You don't gotta eat him!"
King Shark seemed to deflate slightly. "No num nums?"
Zayin stepped in. "We'll get num nums after, remember? Singing now, eat after."
"Though I really appreciate the offer, Nanaue," Coda stammered with great sincerity. It wasn't every day that someone offered to literally devour your enemies for you, after all. Sucking in a deep breath, she got to her feet, as well. "But if you're willing to get up on that stage and take the plunge with me... well, I suppose I could do it."
Suddenly, the opening notes to an atrociously cheesy love song blared from the karaoke machine. All eyes locked onto Kiryu, who had finally made his selection after a lengthy perusal of the karaoke machine’s entire catalogue.
"Wait, I know this song!" hissed Coda under her breath, sliding out of her seat and grabbing King Shark's arm, her grip so hard it left slight impressions on even his thick hide. She proceeded to haul him toward the karaoke machine, snatching the microphone from Zayin's grip as she passed him. "Give me that!"
Just as they came within range, Kiryu cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt collar with a short, perfunctory movement. He threw a glance their way, bringing his own microphone to his lips.
"I sing for you."
They had a few more seconds to reach the stage. Heart beating in time with the slowing, sorrowful music, Coda sprinted the last few steps, Nanaue plodding along shortly behind.
"Baka mitai," Kiryu began, in a startlingly incredible voice that soared through the room like a gentle breeze. "Kodomo na no ne—"
Coda stepped up beside Kiryu, panting slightly, and hastily brought her own microphone to her lips. Her heart thundered inside her chest, feeling like it was trying to send her into cardiac arrest.
"Y-yume o, otte kizutsuite..." she chorused with him, darting a glance his way.
Seeming to be a thousand miles away, the yakuza hardly seemed to notice her or her sharky companion, his body swaying in time with the music. "Uso ga, heta na kuse ni."
"Waraenai, egao, miseta," Coda sang sweetly, quickly finding her voice. A tender smile began to quirk at the corners of her lips. This wasn’t so bad!
The song suddenly intensified, sending a wave of emotion throughout the bar. The two humans sang in unison, their voices rising above the crescendo of the music, "I love you! Mo roku ni iwanai..."
Energy rising, the atmosphere stirred with a captivating intensity, the two slowly pacing in different directions as they sang. "Kuchi beta de, honma ni bukiyou!"
Kiryu paused on the far side of the stage, lifting one arm into the air, grasping at empty space, as if searching for an invisible embrace. As gentle notes filled the air, his voice lilted, the microphone tilting toward his lips. "Na no ni, na no ni doushite..."
Drawing to a halt at the opposite end of the stage, Coda pressed one hand over her heart, her chest rising with impassioned breathlessness. "Sayonara... wa ieta no....."
King Shark remained standing at the center of the stage, his arms hanging limply at his sides. His head turned to look at Coda, then swiveled completely around to look at Kiryu, the oscillating disco lights shining across the stage glittering in his eyes.
Suddenly, the pair began to sing together once more, each bent double, expressions twisted with profound despair. Each verse was a wave of passion that washed over the room, a quiet yearning! "Dame da ne! Dame yo! Dame na no yo..."
Coda threw a glance over at her duet partner, matching his energy as they sang in perfect unison, their voices entwining in a near angelic harmony: "Anta ga, suki de, suki sugiteee!"
"Dore dake! Tsuyoi osake demo—" As one, the two singers began to sweep back to the center of the stage like two great waves crashing together, coming to stand on either side of King Shark.
"Yugamanai," crooned Kiryu, a passionate whisper of longing that filled the air.
"Omoide ga..." Coda echoed, her lighter voice nearly lost in the melody, sweat shining upon her brow under the dancing lights.
Bending his head to the microphone, Kiryu whispered the final verse in a soft, lingering tone that seemed to cradle every syllable:
"Baka mitai."
Both singers fell silent, the melodious strain of their voices fading away, liquefying as it melded with the solemn, smoky haze of the karaoke den. Those who had been sitting still in rapt attention now burst into hearty cheers and applause, the music lifting its last few notes to rejoice along with the crowd, almost as if the song itself was reluctant to let the moment draw to a close.
On the stage, each of the three figures stood in mutual contemplation of what they had just shared. Two humans and one shark, connected by the power of music... who knew?