Normal Club Activities [Closed RP Kurama/Mello]

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Care to spar sometime?"

It was the first outright challenge he had received in this place, and Kurama was obliged to accept. If it had been anyone else, even the other Youkai, he might have refused out of propriety, but this Mello kid seemed like he could more than handle himself.

For a human, anyway.

Someone had off-handedly mentioned there was a room set aside for sparring and the like, and after a little searching he had found the right door on the right story. He grinned as he opened the door, noticing that, by luck or purpose, Mello was there waiting for him.

"Hello, darling. Did I keep you waiting?"

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[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I glare at him. "Darling? I don't think so." No one calls me that. Not even Near, and he gets away with calling me a lot of things. "My name is Mello."

I had been intending to practice some of the techniques I'd learned with Krastos (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1589661.html) but sparring was good, too.

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He chuckled. "Oh, lighten up. You said you were willing to spar before, and I'm bored." He paced around the room, examining what they had available. Good space, durable materials, and stocked weapon racks on one wall.

"Do you fight bare-handed, or with weapons?"

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"Bored already? You just got here. Whatever shall you do?" I watch him examining the room. He moves like he's used to being on stage, a graceful rolling walk that doesn't make much noise.

"Usually bare-handed. The weapons I prefer are either explosives or guns. I'm learning broadsword, though." I watch him, trying to figure out his style just from how he moves. "You?"

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"I'll admit being here isn't as stimulating as my work on the outside," he murmured. No lashing weapons, what a pity. That Bo looked sturdy enough, though. He glanced over at Mello as he examined his choices, feeling eyes at his back.

"I prefer weapons fighting, but I can fight bare as well. Besides, what I use is rather unconventional, I'd like to branch out a little."

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I shrug. "I've fought bare against armed opponents. Depends on the weapon. Staff, I'm willing. Sword, no way in hell." I know what I can handle, after all. I'm not going to discuss work with him. It's not like he needs to hear about it.

I start stretching. Regardless of what he does, I'm going to need it. "What do you prefer?" I ask, since I've heard of a lot of unconventional weapons, including socks with sand in them.

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He grinned over his shoulder, and went back to examining the weapons. Three-tiered nunchakku, regulars, various swords, sticks, a sheleileigh...

"What kind of training do you have?" he asked, padding to the center of the room and joining Mello in stretches.

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"Training? Other than me and Ryuzaki beating up each other and our friends? Not much, really. Or, not that I've seen." I shrug. "Picked up broadsword from a bored guy on the grounds. Seems a bit challenging, but fun." I grin.

"You haven't told me what you prefer," I point out blandly.

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"You'll find out eventually, if I think you deserve it," he answered, popping his shoulder. "Who is Ryuzaki?"

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

Asshole.

Now, how to put this. "Ryuzaki is a friend," I reply. Close enough.

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"They say the best friends are the ones you don't mind kicking the shit out of you," he commented. where had he heard that, Yuusuke?

"So, no formal training," why did he get the feeling Mello wasn't being completely forthcoming with him? Ah, not that he could blame him. "Aside from kicking around with your pals. Sounds like a blast." He rose to his feet, once again walking around the room, guaging distances.

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I smirk. "Ryuzaki's not my best friend, just the most well trained of the options. We're training the others. We only get along when we're fighting." We have plenty of reasons to try, but that's the only time it really happens.

"I never said 'no formal training.' I said not here." I circle counter to him, keeping an even distance, watching him, waiting. I get the feeling he won't warm when he's ready to start. Fun.

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"Hm, my mistake," he smiled a little, noticing Mello's caution. If he was as tricky on his feet as he was with words, he would be a fun opponent. He crossed his arms behind his back and paced lazily around the room.

"Others?"

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"Others," I affirm, not trusting his relaxed demeanor. I'd used the same trick myself. "Others from the same timeline as myself. Ryuzaki's one of them. There are more." I keep my eyes on him. "It happens that way, sometimes, from what I've seen and been told."

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"Same timeline?" That was a bit of a surprise. The brief had mentioned dimensional differences, but not time fluxuations. He kept moving, not letting the surprise affect his pacing. He briefly debated making the first move, wondering how long it would take Mello to get bored.

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I shrug casually. "Dimension, whichever term you prefer. Timeline seems to be the preferred term. There are events that are part of my history that are not happening here." Enough. Too much and he'll start pulling pieces together. I keep moving with him, letting him think my guard is dropping. I've done this before. He can't think I'm that stupid, can he?

But, he did call me a child.

Asshole. He'll find out soon enough.

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"Ah, interesting." He smelled agitated, they would start soon. "What year is it, where you come from?" He asked casually, uncrossing his arms and dropping them to an easy guard.

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"Twenty-ten," I reply. He doesn't need to know I died. He doesn't need to know what isn't happening here. It doesn't concern him. "You?"

And, if he thinks I'm going to break first, he's got another thing coming.

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"Ninety-six," he answered. Mello was stubborn, and he liked that. He wouldn't break first, so it was up to Kurama to choose the right time to engage.

Not yet, soon, but not quite yet.
"Now that when is out of the way, where? Europe?"

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"Japan," I reply. I don't need to tell him that's just where I died. Between Wammy's and the case, I've lived a little of everywhere.

"Given your name, the way you wrote it, I'd say the same for you." It's not really a question.

I can almost taste the tension on the air. But, this isn't a game I'm going to lose.

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"You'd be right." He smiled a little. "Over a decade forward from me. I wonder how many things have changed, assuming your world is the same as mine."

((changed because I don't know how to count.))

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"Technology gets smaller and faster, but people are people," I reply. I can't say specifically how Japan's changed because it never really interested me before. "The more they try to change, the more they end up being the same."

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“Things that happened yesterday are already covered with shifting sand. Last month’s events are completely hidden. The year before is twenty meters under, and things that happened five years ago are fossils,” he murmured. "I expect it's the same for you as it was for us. People just moving too fast," he darted forward on the last word, not too fast, and set a low, light kick to Mello's shin. No need to push him too hard this early in the game.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

Finally!

A low attack, is it? I block, pushing my advantage with a punch. "Maybe they're not moving fast enough."

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"Maybe," he batted the punch aside, jumping back and circling again. He had the basics down, easy enough. If it was speed Mello wanted...

He snapped forward again, much faster than before. Not his top speed, by any means, but enough to catch a normal human off-guard, slicing at Mello's middle with the back of his hand.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

Shit. I roll forward with his strike, coming back on my feet to face him. Damn, that hurt, even following through his momentum. I eye him, looking for an opeing.

Fun. A worthy opponent.

I take a low stance, rolling my weight onto my back foot before throwing myself forward onto my hands to kick at his face.