An unknown and unwanted guest (Shuya)

[dante]

"I really should be training right now." a dark brown, maybe even black, haired teenager spoke to himself as he stared up at the night sky. The moon was full, moonlight radiating on the city quite brightly but sadly no stars could be seen. Despite that inconvience though, the man couldn't help but get a bit caught up in the clear night sky and that moon that looked over upon him,

"Heh days I wish I had someone to share this with but whatever." he mumbled silently as he slipped his hands in his pockets, now begining to walk forward as his thoughts traveled to the obvious factor of him training. It was around 9:00PM right now, pretty long from his usual deadline to hit the sack. This would be a great time for him to train and even though he worked pretty hard as it was, he could always work harder was something he held to be true. Though today was one of those days that despite all his training and how the future could hold to be, he truly questioned if doing all this was worth it. While he loved to fight, the training part could get rather irritating at times and it was something he at times wished he could just avoid. On top of that, there was no guarantee that he'd make it as a fighter, after all, at any moment he could get a severe injury that would put him out for years.

The path of becoming a fighter was difficult and littered with many obstacles for one to face and at this moment this teenager was not sure if he could face them all by himself. A sad smirk graced his features, wondering whether or not he should give up...,

'Fuck no.' he thought as his sad smirk changed into a rather confident one as he punched a brick wall nearby him with the side of his fist as to not break his hand or anything,

"I will never give up...no matter what I have to fight for High Intensity and get that place known... I also have to fight for myself." he spoke to himself as his right hand slowly raised up to the sky, his hand encompassing the moon as it slowly closed into a fist and his standard cocky smirk was full blown on his face,

"I'll do it no matter what!" he screamed out loud as he laughed a bit and continued walking shortly there after. Unknown to him, two robbers had been following him at the moment and took this oppritune moment to strike. Suddenly, Dante was pushed into an alley roughly, falling on what would be his right side. Though very quick to react despite being caught off guard, Dante quickly rolled with it, not wanting to be stuck on the ground as he quickly got up to his feet and got into an orthadox Muyi Thai stance. In front of him two muggers were present, both about 7 feet away from him. Since the two were not attacking right away at the moment, Dante's eyes quickly darted around to take in his surrondings, noting that he had maybe about 10-15 feet at best to move around in the alleyway. Fortauntly and unfortauntly, nothing in the immediate vicinity could be used as a weapon to attack him or defend him,

"Give us all your money and we won't kick your ass." the taller of the two muggers explained in a neutral tone. Dante smirked as he cracked his knuckles, shaking his head lightly,

"Sorry but that isn't really an option. I worked my ass off for the money I got and I am not giving it away without a fight. Perhaps if you guys weren't stupid and had weapons I might have but since I have no worries about that I am fine." he explained as he cracked his neck,

"How do you know we don't have a knife in our pockets huh?" the shorter one said who seemed to have red hair. Dante shrugged his shoulders lightly and scratched his chin,

"I don't... but if you did you'd probably have already killed me or at least have it to my neck so I am not too worried." he replied cockily, both grimacing as they glared at him but soon shot forward. Dante reacted quickly, making sure to keep track of both the two muggers quite carefully and pay attention to each of their actions. Regardless, the smaller one seemed to be the faster of the two as was typical, throwing a right cross at Dante's face, a typical starting punch out of anger. Regardless, Dante gave it a good answer, parrying the punch with his left hand but not just slapping it down, no he threw it out of the way so it be hard to get back to the face. Not only that but Dante's own left hand would be much closer to the man's face than the right hand that COULD try to hit him. This in mind, Dante would then send his left fist into the man's face, more or less just to disorient him but that was all he needed. With this moment of disorientation, Dante would quickly follow up with a quick right uppercut into the man's chin. Quite effective it was, landing very solidly and knocking the man unconcious for a bit. Unfortauntly, the other man was already sending a very nice left hook toward him that Dante barely managed to catch in his perpherial. Regardless, Dante's right hand quickly retreated back to his face, covering up the right side of his head that had been threatened and blocking the blow just in the nick of time. Wanting to return right after, Dante had quickly sent his own left hook in retlation but at the body instead. He would pivot on the balls of his feet, succesfully landing the blow with his body weight turned into it as he was about to continue but was caught off guard by a cheapshot,

"You're done." the smaller man would say as his right fist lodged itself into Dante's side, hitting his kidney. It would seem that the man had played possum to get a cheap shot... nice plan. Regardless, Dante stumbled back in pain, having not expected that at all as the smaller man quickly continued his assualt. The other man would quickly put Dante in a full nelson, holding him back so he couldn't defend himself as the small man continued to punch him senseless. Though it didn't take long for Dante to act, quickly cranking his neck forward and backward and hitting the man in behind with a headbutt that broke his nose. Obviously, the grip that had been established faltered under that attack and as that grip was lost, Dante would spear the other man down to the ground. The lunge had taken them about 7 feet away from the other man as Dante quickly slammed his shin into the man's stomach and put his other leg out for base. His fists would be sent flying toward the man's face now at high velocities, smashing many small bones in the man's face and knocking him out effictively. Though as was evident as before, the other man would not simply stand by as his friend was beat senseless and had attempted to kick Dante in the head. Under most circumstances, a soccer kick to the head when things were taken to the ground worked but not here. By placing his knee (or shin) on the shorter man's belly, Dante was allowed the honor of a quick escape that was very hard to hinder in any way when punches rained down on your face. Having heard the man attempt to run and kick him, Dante quickly pushed off the man with the shin that had been pinning him down and turned around as he backed away simoultansiouly to evade the attack. Seeing the leg in the air though, Dante quickly acted on instinct developed through years of hard training and wrapped his left arm around that right leg that was begging to be grabbed. Quickly, Dante's other free right hand would send a palm strike at the man's face, getting a bit of damage on him as well as taking him off balance. To worsen the matter, Dante had placed his right leg behind the man's left leg which caused him to fall roughly on cold hard cement. Once there, Dante's right foot would SMASH the man's balls that were unprotected, easily being enough to take the man out. Though just to have some overkill, Dante quickly formed a figure four lock around the man's right ankle and broke his ankle using an ankle lock,

"Heh bitches." he commented outloud as he spat on them, breathing a bit heavily but not too bad since it was a rather short exchange of attacks in the end. Regardless, the man held his side a bit, grumbling a bit as he spit out some blood,

"Glad I didn't lose any teeth," he started, "Being at Hircine I haven't seen or been in a lot of street fights as of late... maybe it's those 'pillars' I've been hearing about. That was a little bit of fun though even if it wasn't something that Hircine might have to offer... or rather the Varronites in Hircine I suppose." he spieled to himself in a rather audible voice. Regardless, the man quickly took the mugger's wallets, deciding it be good enough to pay for the incovience they cost him as he walked out of the alley noticing a shadow of someone hanging at the end,

"Who are you and how long have you been watching?" he asked immediately as he walked out of the alleyway and faced the person with a face of stone.

[Shuya Katsumoto]

“I don’t give a damn… This bloody sandwich has fallen onto the ground and if you don’t hand over a new one this minute, you’ll be in more trouble then getting your ass fired…”

”You dropped it, sir. I’ll give you a new sandwich however. That’ll be 3 dollar please.”

The clerk lowered himself to grab another sandwich and placed it in front of Shuya with a wry smile on his face. Shuya however wasn’t in the mood for jokes and his hand quickly snapped forward as he grabbed the collar of the clerk’s blouse. The clerk’s eyes widened as Shuya was about to speak, but suddenly several people moved towards them and started laughing.

”Sir stop! Sir, you’re on MTV’s boiling point, you could’ve won a hundred dollars if you had just shown patience! This is so brilliant!”

Shuya frowned slightly and threw the clerk against the back of the store, the laughter ending abruptly. He took the sandwich that was now lying on the counter and turned around, ignoring all media and actors that had played their parts. The what seemed to be the host of the show quickly followed him and apologized for the misunderstanding but was hoping to have a small talk with Shuya. Idle hope as most who knew Shuya would already know.

“I don’t give a damn about you or your stupid show… You just wasted 10minutes of my time while I simply wanted to get a bloody sandwich… Beat it idiot…”

Shuya left the man behind as he left ‘Harry’s Sandwich’ shop and turned to the right, making his way home. He had been at Hircine High until late, working on some facts over at the dorms together with his friend Kayoko and decided he might as well pick up a sandwich on his way home. Still pissed because of the time it took for him to finally get his sandwich, he turned another corner. He rose his right eyebrow slightly as he noticed two males sneaking up on someone who apparently was walking alone as well. Within seconds, they jumped the other man and dragged them into an alley. Shuya took a slow bite from his sandwich as he casually continued his walk. He would take a look when he passed the alley, but that would be about it, he wasn’t someone who wanted to play hero for any idiot and if the guy who got jumped wasn’t able to take care of himself it would only prove he was one weak individual.

By the time Shuya arrived at the alley however, he noticed that the three men were fighting each other. Apparently the two guys had planned on getting some easy money but it seemed the one who got jumped had more to him then met the eye. Shuya casually leaned against the wall as he watched the fight, not interrupting at all. Even if the fight had ended in a loss for the lone fighter, Shuya would not have stopped the thieves. Unless they wanted to rob him of course… but robbing an armed man wasn’t a smart move to begin with, especially not when that man was Shuya Katsumoto. It was soon clear however who would be victorious in this fight as the boy floored both opponents and even broke some limps.

Shuya smirked slightly as the boy started to talk to his victims, speaking how he hadn’t seen a lot of fights since he attended Hircine High. By the way he talked however, it was obvious this wasn’t an ex Varron student. By the time the student bowed down to take the thieves’ wallet, Shuya started to clap his hands slowly, the same smirk on his face. The student had noticed him and started to walk over towards him now, asking him who he was and how long he had been standing here… not with a kind tone though… Shuya’s smirk remained however as he replied to the rather rude boy.

“I doubt it’s any of your business to know who I am, kid… and I’ve been here long enough to have seen that you stole that poor man’s wallet… I comment you, it’s been a while since I’ve met someone who doesn’t care about ‘being the same as that which attacked you’, since I’ve been hearing a lot of rubbish about that… people not wanting to fight because that would make them as bad as the ones that want to fight them… so… you’re a Hircine student eh? I guess sophomore year? What’s a sophomore student like yourself doing out on the streets at this time… hasn’t anyone told you how dangerous this city can be?”

Shuya’s words were filled with sarcasm and joy, but at the same time his eyes gave away nothing. He was amused by the boy’s actions, but he wondered what type of Hircine student this was… he had seen too many to jump to conclusions too soon anyway…

[dante]

“I doubt it’s any of your business to know who I am, kid… and I’ve been here long enough to have seen that you stole that poor man’s wallet… A comment you, it’s been a while since I’ve met someone who doesn’t care about ‘being the same as that which attacked you’, since I’ve been hearing a lot of rubbish about that… people not wanting to fight because that would make them as bad as the ones that want to fight them… so… you’re a Hircine student eh? I guess sophomore year? What’s a sophomore student like yourself doing out on the streets at this time… hasn’t anyone told you how dangerous this city can be?” were the words that the other man would speak, Dante listening very closely. Granted he had asked the man rather rudely for his name, it would have been nice to at least get a nickname. Regardless though, Dante was a bit... intrigued at the recent turn of events. He had planned to simply walk away from here and get back to training or whatever he felt in the mood for, but it seemed that this unexpected and... unwanted guest was perhaps a bit more wanted than he originally thought,

"Well after what I've been through in my life I could care less about being the same as them. They tried to steal my wallet so one of the best ways for them to learn that it is a stupid... 'career' choice, would be them getting their own wallets stolen which to me seemed like a good way to go about it. Not only that but perhaps next time they will know that they should bring weapons but that isn't really important. Regardless, I am a Hircine student and a Sophomore as you guessed. As for the city being dangerous well... as you can see I can take care of myself quite well and that was without a knife or a stick to fight with. Had I used either of the two, those two morons would have been down in mere seconds and probably dead." he explained quickly as he paused for a moment taking a breath. Quickly, Dante would make a once over on this man, taking into account that he had long enough hair to grab on. If a fight was to start between these two for any reason, he wanted to be as ready as possible while making his anyalsis as discreet as possible. The clothes worn by the man seemed like they be easy to grab but probably like most sets of clothing, easy to rip as well so using that as an advantage wouldn't get Dante too far. Next was height, both of these very well-conditoned warriors probably both being the same height or very close to it, one of the two maybe being an inch off from the other. Determining weight was a bit more difficult but just judging by size, it was safe to say Dante wouldn't have much more weight on the other man if any at all,

"At any rate..." he started, his voice being dipped with a bit of sarcasm, "what about yourself? Are you sure a hobo won't attack you with that sandwhich in your hand?" he questioned, obviously just being sarcastic at this point. If this guy was a sarcastic joker like himself than he couldn't be that bad could he? Assuming he replies (or doesn't), Dante's smirk would slowly form a grin as he leaned his back against the wall of the building behind him, still making sure to pay attention to that lone man to his left. While the man seemed to be a practioner of the lost art of sarcasm, Dante still didn't even know his name so he had hardly any reason to trust him,

"By the looks of it I think I can safely assume you aren't the type of guy that doesn't beat around the bush and gets to business right? If that is correct I am assuming you would like my services for something perhaps? As long as you can give me the simple thing I would ask for as well as giving me your name, I am willing to do damn near anything that is asked of me if you are only standing here now so you can give me a certain propesition." he spieled, not caring whether or not this man was just a simple civilian passing by or not. From the way things looked, Dante felt his assumption was a sound one and that he would hit the nail right on the head. If he didn't though, he would simply leave since this man had nothing to offer him really than perhaps being an ally that would help him in times of need but he severely doubted that... after all, in this world it was survival of the fittest so hardly anyone cared about loyalty or anything of the sort.

OOC: Made it short and to the point ^_^.

[Shuya Katsumoto]

Shuya listened to the bragging the young student was giving him with only slight interest. He had seen and heard many of these so called stereo type warriors in the past and so far, this student didn’t seem to be any different. However, when Dante suddenly brought up bums and them stealing Shuya’s sandwich, Shuya gave him a small smile while placing his free hand inside his pocket. He had noticed the student taking in Shuya’s attributes but he didn’t truly care. He wasn’t afraid of this one attacking him and placing his free hand inside his pocket would be a sign for the kid to realize Shuya didn’t mean any harm at the moment.

“Don’t misjudge hobos, boy… they are the eyes and the ears of the street and usually know more information then you can imagine. I believe some people even used hobos in Varron to gain information… Of course you know all about Varron students, right? But I doubt you know anything about the city itself… ah well, it doesn’t really matter. I doubt any hobo would try and steal my sandwich since I’ve been very kind towards the hobos I’ve come across…”

However, Shuya’s smile disappeared the following moment as the guy suddenly started to talk about Shuya requiring his services and what not and Shuya couldn’t hide a large frown either. He didn’t know what this kid was on about, but Shuya’s first thoughts when he had walked over here hadn’t been ‘needing the services’ of someone who got beaten or was beating up some punks. Shuya waited for the boy to finish speaking before he responded.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, kid, but I didn’t even know who or what you were until you told me… what makes you think I would require your services? Perhaps I merely wanted to know a little about who you are after I saw you beat up two scumbags… What would I need you for?”

Shuya allowed the boy to answer before he would continue and give the boy a good piece of advise. Perhaps the boy could be of any use, but Shuya didn’t exactly know what the use of a student would be if he could be bribed with something that sounded quite simple and a name…

“I don’t know how long you’ve been attending Hircine High, but I do know that most people require loyalty above anything else… and you my boy, don’t appear to be the most loyal person, now do you?”

OOC: This is short and to the point.

[dante]

“I don’t know what you’re on about, kid, but I didn’t even know who or what you were until you told me… what makes you think I would require your services? Perhaps I merely wanted to know a little about who you are after I saw you beat up two scumbags… What would I need you for?” Shuya would respond at one point as Dante tried to keep a straight face but it broke as a grin started to form on his face,

"Oh man this is too rich." he would mumbled as he snickered a bit and Shuya added, “I don’t know how long you’ve been attending Hircine High, but I do know that most people require loyalty above anything else… and you my boy, don’t appear to be the most loyal person, now do you?” and that is where Shuya would wait for the young man to answer. At this point though, Shuya may have caught onto what Dante was doing but in case he didn't...,

"You know I am surprised you didn't catch onto the fact I was joking around." Dante started as he chuckled lightly, his grin growing a bit wider as he did so, "This scenario was WAY too much like the movies, I had to roll with it! I mean I just got done beating up two pricks and then you are standing there and start clapping like some mysterious guy who you don't know who is evil or good but you assume the first one due to the fact he has a nice set of clothing and everything. Thus, I had to take on the role of that punk kid who has a bad attitude but is sharp and witty and is able to see right through you and see your intentions. I thought you'd catch on though considering you're a sarcastic joker yourself... at least I am assuming anyway." he explained as he chuckled for a bit longer before stopping and smiling warmly as he let his hands cup behind his head. His eyes would go to his side to keep his eye on Shuya, not really concerned about him attacking him too much even if he had put his hand in his pocket. After all, Dante didn't know if he had a knife in there or not so keeping his hands out in the open would actually be a better way to assure him. Regardless, Dante would slowly turn to his guest, making eye contact with him as to not be rude,

"As for myself being loyal, I can assure you I am to those I consider allies or friends," he started, "but like I said, once I saw how this scene looked I had to take the opportunity to screw around a bit. In any case, what are you up to at this time of night or would you still rather not answer that question? It's fine with me if you don't want to but getting your name be nice since it be easier to call you that then the nickname I have in mind for you. Though to be fair, my name is Dante Burkot, a sarcastic asshole who loves to twist nearly everything." he explained, as he let his hands drop and slide into his pockets to keep them warm as he awaited an answer. After all... Shuya was sarcastic... even if he was a stranger... he could be trusted without a doubt!... to think otherwise be so careless!

[Shuya Katsumoto]

“A sarcastic joker? Like the movies? You’re joking around? Kid… I don’t know what you’re all on about but you’re wasting my time by joking around.”

Shuya had listened carefully to the boy’s response but was far from impressed by it. It had been clear that the kid hadn’t been joking around at all… he had rather been hoping on either a straight answer or the one he had received. In the last case, he would respond he was joking… as he did… But what was he actually hoping to respond if Shuya had told him he indeed needed him? In fact, why did the kid even assume some stranger would only walk up to him and talk to him if he had any requests.

“It seems you’ve been watching a little bit too much movies.” Shuya continued before the boy would continue talking. “In this city people either run off when stuff goes down, ignore it yet act cautious, or they simply check out what’s going on… my case being the last.”

He went silent after that, waiting for the boy to respond and continue talking, perhaps introducing himself. With a slight frown he answered when the boy was finally done speaking.

“My business are my own, as are yours… though this little fight you pulled off was far from your business alone… In any case, mister Burkot, my name is Shuya Katsumoto. It seems, since you are only joking around and apparently consider yourself a sarcastic asshole that this conversation is over, unless there is anything special you would like to add?”

Shuya kept it brief, he didn’t know whether this one would be of use to him or not, but lingering about would be pointless as well… if the ball had to start rolling, it would be Dante he would have to give it a little nudge.