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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:37 pm
"You'll try it my way or I'll kick your a** after school." Ryoji spoke coldly.
He meant the threat.
Pushing his glasses up with one finger, the young man sighed, "Just because it isn't a street fight doesn't mean you can't die, baka. Think of the every day circumstances that are NOT a street fight. Car accident, struck by lightning, falling from a horse.... I could name thousands of ways you could die, Hashimoto-san... none of them from a fight."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:47 pm
Ruthless
This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.
"Scary." Shuichi couldn't help but to laugh at the threat. All this banter was making it easier to concentrate on what was real and what was only in his head. "The thing about that is like this. A street fight you can predict but random death is something unexpected, you can't know when or where it will happen. Well, except for suicide." He chuckled and set the dragon on the open textbook. "I've wondered what that would be like, but . ." The student shrugged and reached for another square of paper. "Call me what you want, I've been called worse, but don't threaten me unless you intend to live up to them. Talking big isnt going to work on me."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:59 pm
"Believe me, Hashimoto-san... my threat is very real." cold violet eyes focused on the boy. "Care to find out? Class doesn't seem to be starting soon... how about I show you where the restroom is, hmm?"
Ryoji wasn't playing. Not in the least. If Shuichi wanted to see what the sacrifice was made of, then he would gladly fight the boy.
"Otherwise, I suggest you focus on this fight. If you commit suicide during our battle... I'll make sure your ghost is dragged back to haunt this school forever."
He did know a few priests who could easily help in that department.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:11 pm
{Ugh.. So sorry for not responding guys. Things just suddenly got busy for me.. One moment I think I can respond, the next I am flooded with stuff.. -dies- Sadly, its not all here in Gaia. Real life is really bringing me down..}
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:13 pm
(((OOC; That's fine. I'm having fun with Ryoji picking a fight, hehehe. Take your time.)))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:16 pm
{I am glad that you aren't bored. ^^ I enjoy reading these posts when i can, so very heated between these two! XD}
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:28 pm
(((OOC: Hehehe, glad it's entertaining. Ryoji really is such a b*****d, after all. Self-serving, cocky, know-it-all, little b*****d! YAY!)))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:57 pm
((S'kay reality takes precidence over fun.))
Ruthless
This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.
Shuichi looked at Ryoji for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine with me."
He knew he was unfairly(in his books) baiting the boy in complete disregard for either of their wellbeing but it made him feel so alive. It was better than the drugged fog it was too easy to fall into. Finishing the paper tiger, he set it aside and gave a sardonic grin.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:05 pm
"Sensei, Hashimoto-san has informed me that he does not know where the restroom is located. Therefore, I will show him. Shitsureshimasu." Ryoji spoke as he stood, leading the way from the classroom.
The bathroom was only halfway down the hall, but once inside, Ryoji grabbed Shuichi by the collar of his shirt and pinned him against the wall.
Luckily, the bathroom was empty.
"You're an idiot!" the young man hissed, his voice an angry whisper. "You pick a fight with a stranger, just because they LOOK like they can't hold their own."
Without warning, Ryoji's knee came up toward Shuichi's lower chest and upper stomach.
He knew how to fight...
The sacrifice had been trained well...
"Shitsureishimasu" - Commonly used as an "excuse me" when the speaker is thinking themselves rude. In other words, Ryoji thought himself rude to speak up without being called on, and therefore used it to excuse himself and Shuichi.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:17 pm
Ruthless
This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.
Shuichi flinched as he was slammed against the bathroom wall. Bringing his hands up defensively was his first reaction, trying to pry the arm off his collar without actually hurting the boy. He wasn't sure why he couldn't seem to call up the will to hit the boy back.
"Takes one to know one." It was a childish comeback, that was true but it seemed to fit. "Ever think that maybe, just maybe I like to fight."
The pink haired youth managed to get a hand up in time to partially block the blow, but pinned as he was, he couldn't properly block or fully dodge. He grunted at the blow and pulled a fist back, intending to plant it square on the end of his sacrifice's chin.
Only to have it stop, shaking as his will to attack fought with his will to protect.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:24 pm
Laughing darkly, seeing the fist shake in an attempt to actually punch the sacrifice, Ryoji only smirked.
He kept Shuichi pinned however.
"Something wrong?" the young man asked, his words dark and deep, almost seductive. "Ah... I suppose I should have let you know... a Fighter and not harm their Sacrifice..." his soft dark laughter returned. "It doesn't really work the other way around."
Releasing Shuichi, Kamiya walked over to the bathroom door and locked it. When he turned back to his fighter, the sacrifice's smirk spoke volumes.
He had won without hardly lifting a finger.
"I'm not nice, Hashimoto-san... far from it. If you get in my way, I will not hesitate to strike you down. I am 'Ruthless'... as are you... and you would do well to remember it."
Of course, Ryoji knew he could fight even without having used their bond against the other student. He had ways, physical and mental, to get what he wanted.
And he always got his desires.
"So..." Kamiya spoke softly, his voice hinting at danger. He stood just in front of Shuichi now, their noses almost touching. "Satisfied?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:34 pm
Ruthless
This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.
Shuichi leaned back against the wall, a deep feeling of resentment and anger burning through him. It was clear on his face that he wanted nothing more than to punch the smug look off Ryoji's face. He was still not willing to give up. "Hell no I'm not satisfied!" His voice and frame shook with rage he couldn't express, at least not at his target. He slammed his fist back against the tile hard enough that cracks ran across it's length.
"How is this a fair arrangement? I'll never be your willing slave, it can't work that way!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:43 pm
"You're hardly a slave." Ryoji replied as he took a step back. "But you're my Fighter, like it or not... and I will not lose because of you. There is too much riding on our training, Hashimoto-san."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:57 pm
Ruthless
This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.
"What's riding on it besides your ego?" Green eyes flared with barely supressed rage. He badly needed something to let all this excess anger on. Another wall tile cracked as his fist impacted it, crimson blood smeared on it. The pink haired student turned to face Ryoji. "This doesn't make any sense at all. You are binding me to rules that I have no chance to understand." His eyes lost their focus as his medicines seemed to kick in. A slight chuckle came from his lips as he looked up, it wasn't a nice sound.
((Wee and off the deep end he goes))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:42 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~  Ururu continued to stare out the window, brooding. He wanted to know what was going on in the shadows. It was tourture not knowing the full extent of a situation. He felt as if he were walking in the dark. It couldn't continue like this...he would have to have a talk with Rauko-Sensei. Ururu believed that the teacher knew something that he wasn't telling them...
It was a surprised when his hand that was resting on the desk..was covered with warmth. Ururu turned his head slightly, and saw a small, soft hand which he knew so well. He looked up at Kichi, who smiled at him. He was surprised; Had he really seemed as if he were brooding? He thought he had hid it perfectly...
"Don't worry, i'm fine." Ururu smiled as he squeezed his hand. "I'm more worried about you actually. How are you feeling? Ready to battle? Seeing as it's a classroom battle, i'm sure it won't be anything like a real battle so don't worry. Plus I'm with you." Ururu grinned.
"Aww that hurts Ururu. Hey if your ever up for a fist fight ask me whenever."
"Hehehe, well of course I wouldn't want to fight against you and Shun. I'm smart enough to know that a woman's strength is nothing to laugh about. Plus i'm personaly not up for getting my butt kicked by you two." Ururu grinned sheepishly at the two. "And sure! Whenever I'm feeling suicidal, i'll be sure to ask for a fist fight with you" He laughed.
Ururu noticed that the two boys up front seemed to be arguing. It wa only a matter of time before the evil eyed guy said aloud, "Sensei, Hashimoto-san has informed me that he does not know where the restroom is located. Therefore, I will show him. Shitsureshimasu." Ururu's eyes followed the pair as they walked out. No doubt, there would be a fight ensuing between the two...although he could care less. He sighed as he turned he attention back to the group.
As the group continued to converse, Ururu decided that this was as good a time as any to study. He knew basically everything there was to know about about the physical aspects of word spells....but it still didn't help the fact that he sucked at taking tests. If it were not if a couple of points difference on his final exam last year, he would have been held back; He definantly did not want that to happen this year...
Ururu looked at the notes which Kichi had given him earlier. The hand writing was so neat and organized, that Ururu hadn't known how to read the notes at first. He was so used to his sloppy and unorganized handwritting, that this was like a 'culture' shock for him.
"Hm...I see. Okay. Right....." Ururu nodded his head continuously as if he understood.
"I have no clue what any of this means!" Ururu said shocked as he began to bang his head in the desk. "Oh well! Guess I'll go to plan B, and guess the answers!" Ururu said determined to himself.[[No worries Death! Take all the time you need! ^-^]]
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