Description: Natsu's at Taiyo for a inter-scholastic conference. Sakura's on the rooftop having lunch. The two friends meet up and have a little fun.
It's a sunny, but cool, noon-time lunch hour at Taiyo. On days like these, when she isn't fighting crowds to get the best stuffed lunch breads--actually, even after that--she likes to come up to the roof to eat. There's even a spot marked out for her--in crude marker, it reads, 'Sakura Kasugano's Favorite Lunch Spot!! Use At Your Own Risk!!' _She_ didn't put it there (she suspects Hinata or Kei of pulling a prank) but it caught on and so, on sunny days, that's where she can be found.
And that's where she is right now, with an array of yakisoba pan, the last four at the school lunch shop, and two cans of Mitsuya Cider, beaded with condensation even in the relatively cool day. Crumpled wrappers (she'll pick them up before she goes) indicate that at least two yakisoba pan have already fallen to her voracious hunger, on display as she leans against the tall railing that keeps schoolkids from jumping off the roof.
None of her usual lunchfriends are with her--Kei and Hinata both begged off because of things and Sakura wasn't really going to argue, because she's been pretty busy herself. She's got a flyer pinned under a foot, staring at it intently and looking thoughtful.
Natsu is usually at Gorin High, at the other end of Southtown, but for today, there is a special interscholastic conference going on. And... well, the idea of being trapped inside of a school hall all day was boring the heck out of her.
Luckily, that's what lunch breaks are for. Natsu has 45 minutes before she's subjected to long boring speeches again, and dang if she isn't going to make the best of it.
One of her favorite spots to eat lunch in Gorin High is the top of the classroom building -- and it would seem that great minds think alike! She's got a bag lunch under one arm as she crests the top of the stairs, spotting Sakura nearly instantly. Running up, she stops just shy of Sakura, and laments loudly, "/mattaku/... they'll let just -anyone- walk up here..." Passing her longtime friend a commiserating grin, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a hot dog pastry.
The good-natured smile lasts until she realizes what Sakura's got. "... Ah. so -you're- the one who got the last of the yakisoba-pan..." Then it's more of a frown.
But still a good-natured one.
Sakura looks up, finishing chewing a chunk of said yakisoba-pan. Chew, chew, chew... swallow. "Nacchan, hey! Oh that's right, you guys were having that conference today, huh?" She registers what Natsu said, then glances down at her array of lunch.
Sly grin. "Yeah. Gotta get in early to get these babies," she says, patting the remaining yakisoba-pan gently. Picking up another one, she points it at Natsu's hot dog pastry and comments, "Last time Karin ate one of those she was sick for, like, a -week-..."
And then, an even slyer grin.
"Wanna fight me for a yakisoba-pan?" Sakura winks at her friend as she flips the other three up and snatches them out of the air, then snags her opened can of cider and drains it off in a long pull.
Natsu raises an eyebrow. And looks down at her hot dog pastry. "... why, does Taiyo not know how to cook a pastry or something? It's fine..."
She covers her mouth momentarily, as her stomach voices its disagreement. "Nnngh. Are you serious? It sounds like you want to fight me more than you want your lunch!" But then Natsu's eyes widen as she watches her friend consume all of her drink in the blink of an eye. "... If... you -want- to, I'm game?"
Truth be told, Sakura would probably give Natsu a yakisoba-pan anyways. But she can't help making a game out of it. Putting -something- on the line makes contests more interesting, after all. So she smiles, widely.
"For sure. Five minute match, win by KO or points?" she asks, as she walks away from her railing-spot, sticking the four yakisoba-pan in the top of her schoolbag. Taiyo students are well-versed in what happens around Sakura now, so they're already clearing the center for her as she finds a good spot.
"Sound good to you? Heck, you win I'll even throw in my other cider..."
COMBATSYS: Sakura has started a fight here.
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Sakura 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Natsu has joined the fight here.
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Sakura 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Natsu
Ayuhara's eyes widen at the thought of fighting to a KO. "... Well... " She thinks on that for a moment, reaching into her duffel bag. Walking to a spot opposite Sakura, she begins rolling bandages around her hands. "I suppose I'd rather spend the rest of the day in the infirmary than listening to another silly lecture, but."
As a sudden breeze sends her skirt fluttering, one of Natsu's hand snaps to her upper thigh, holding the skirt in place. Scanning the crowd, she identifies the males most likely to leer at her during the fight, pointing at each in turn. "You three. You're on notice!"
The Amazon doesn't need to say what for.
"Maybe you should stop upping the ante, Saku-chan!" Winking back at her friend, she launches herself forward, aiming to slap the taste right out of her dear friend's mouth. Southtown lyfe, dawg!
COMBATSYS: Sakura blocks Natsu's Aggressive Strike.
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Sakura 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Natsu
"Upping the ante's the only thing that makes this -fun-!" replies Sakura, even as she interposes a forearm, reinforcing it with her other arm. She knows full well how strong her friend is, and it's not at all out of proportion to her size. The blow still rocks Sakura slightly, but it doesn't unbalance her, and she plants her right leg.
Reversing her momentum, pushing upwards, she uses all that stored kinetic energy to snap her right leg up, aiming a front heel kick up for Natsu's chin. She doesn't -really- think she's gonna send Natsu to the infirmary or vice versa, but...
Some sort of trash talking is required, after all. "You really should wear bloomers, Nacchan. It definitely keeps peepers from seeing too much!"
COMBATSYS: Natsu just-defends Sakura's Light Kick!
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Sakura 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Natsu
Natsu can't fault Sakura's logic there. If a flimsy promise to share something that would've been shared anyway can't get the two longtime pals to fight, what -can-, really?
When her palm strikes forearm instead, Natsu's amicable smile raises a few ticks higher. Good, good! And when that kick comes up to the amazonian athlete's chin, she raises her forearm, meeting it in kind with an open palm.
Though, it would seem that her reaction is a bit better, as she's able to fade backwards a step as well, and shake off the pain as a cost of doing business. "... Well, it's not like I -planned- to get in a fight on the top of the rooftop..."
Still. A threat of retribution from Natsu probably carries more weight than one from Sakura might, she admits with a smile. Recovering, she lunges forward, tucking into a low tumble, before snapping out with a lashing strike at Sakura's legs, aiming to sweep them right out from under her! "Hrraa!"
COMBATSYS: Sakura dodges Natsu's Sliding Receive.
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Sakura 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Natsu
"You should -always- be prepared to get into a fight, Natsu-chan," admonishes Sakura, as she reacts--and acts--in time and in tune with her friend. As Natsu lunges low, Sakura leaps and tucks into a forward roll, flipping forward and landing, spinning around as she expects Natsu to be recovering from her slide.
"We're martial artists! Fighters! Always be prepared!" she calls, as she twists her body, winding up--and then launching herself up and forward, spinning on the axis of her left leg as she extends her right leg out as a bludgeoning tool. "Shunpuu... KYAKU!" she cries, a familiar sound to the Taiyo students, who have taken to cheering and yelling like kids are wont to as a fight breaks out. Which is sadly common at Taiyo, maybe just as common as at Gedo...
COMBATSYS: Sakura successfully hits Natsu with Shunpuu Kyaku.
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Sakura 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Natsu
Always prepared, yadda yadda. Natsu frowns at the lecturing from her friend -- she's not angry, not -yet-, but the idea that she should follow every idea that her eccentric friend cooks up is ... pretty silly and childish to the maternal Ayuhara. "I'll keep that in mind..." she allows, beginning to push back to her feet.
That's when Sakura's ankle clocks her right upon the temple, knocking her backwards. And then the followup strike thumps her right down to the rooftop, the Gorin athlete bouncing slightly as she impacts.
"Mmmrgh... I -am- prepared! Do you know how many people get away with ogling me or the team at -our- school? None!" Brushing some roof-kibble off of her face with the back of her hand, she flashes a smirk back at her friend. "As opposed to the high and mighty Miss Kasugano... You know there's at least two tumblr sites focused just on your bloomers?"
It'll be hard to quantify that, of course, when Natsu comes charging back at Sakura, aiming to use her superior reach to grab hold of Sakura with one hand, and deliver two swift chops to the midsection with the other. Tough love!
COMBATSYS: Sakura blocks Natsu's Combo Grapple.
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Sakura 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Natsu
Sakura has a little pause at that. Then confesses to her friend, "I didn't know about that." Or she tried to forget. Sakura darts backwards a couple of steps, but it's not enough to keep out of Natsu's grasp; she winces as her left forearm is gripped strongly. The Ansatsuken Flower manages to get her other arm into play, taking the chops against it--but Natsu still manages to slam her arm into her midsection. Stumbling backwards, she manages to wrench her arm free, resisting the urge to rub it.
"It's been so long, I forgot how -strong- you are. I didn't really want to go all out but I gotta protect my yakisoba-pan..." A grin. Definitely not -entirely- serious... but not entirely joking either. Sakura steps forward, spins on her left leg and raising her right, and, continuing her turn slightly, delivers one of her patented mule kicks straight for Natsu's stomach!
COMBATSYS: Natsu fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Sakura with Set and Spike.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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Sakura 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Natsu
Natsu -wanted- to roughhouse a bit more, why did Sakura have to wrench her way free? Natsu feigns disappointment at that, hopping back into her volleyball readiness stance, gorilla shoulders forward, hands spread and at the ready. "You were -wise- to protect it! I've been craving it ever since I got here, Saku-chan! And you -took- it from me!" It's melodramatic, overblown theatrics, but acting is something Natsu's never been all that good at -- she can't help but crack a smile as she speaks.
But it would seem that she's getting paid back... As Sakura turns away, Natsu expects her to have some bigger plan in mind than a mule kick. Accordingly, when she suddenly sees the tread of a Chuck Taylor flying her way, she reacts as best she can, thrusting her open palms upwards to deflect! ... It just so happens that she's quicker on the draw than necessary, leaving her midsection woefully open for a kick to the stomach.
Always be prepared? Maybe the fight's -too- friendly for the Natsu's competitive taste, as she's knocked back onto her skirt from the blast, arms wrapped about her middle. "Nngh... that... that was a good one, Saku-chan..." she groans, starting to push back to her feet.
Suddenly, a whistle sounds! "That's five minutes, Saku-chan!" shouts a short girl with a pageboy haircut and glasses. One of Sakura's fans and friends, though not one of the usual crew. Of course it doesn't -seem- like it's been five minutes... but Sakura reacts instinctively to the whistle, dropping out of her fighting stance. She doesn't normally wear a watch, so she takes it at face value.
"Already? Thanks, Saki-chan!" Walking over to Natsu, she offers her friend a hand up.
"Well, I guess the yakisoba-pan are mine to do with as I please, Natsu..." With a grin, she walks over to her bookbag, and pulls two of the remaining breads out, then flips them, one at a time, towards her friend.
"But I can't let you eat that hot dog pastry, that's a cruel punishment." She winks.
"I'm keepin' my cider, though, Natsu!"
Natsu blinks at the sound of a whistle. Weird! And before long Sakura is plucking her right up off the rooftop. And the boys? They just clap politely as if their mommas were watching.
Natsu makes a show of overexaggerated frowning as Sakura shelters her yakisoba-pan protectively -- and then an equally overblown show of gratitude. "Saku-chan is the best friend in the world," she says, snickering wildly as she accepts the gift. "I guess that's fair. But next time we fight on the Gorin rooftop!"
And she resolves to not be hindered by a skirt, next time...
COMBATSYS: Natsu has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sakura has ended the fight here.
"Ne, Natsu-chan." Sakura holds up the Mexico flyer for that wrestling thing, waving it at her.
"I've been thinking about tossing my hat into this ring... what do you think?" But before she can get an answer, the bell rings, and Sakura snatches up her bag. Pressing the flyer into Natsu's hands, she starts to jog off.
"Let me know what you think, I'll have my phone on me of course!" And then she's off, like the wind, gone in a second to her next class.
Natsu laughs... at first. Then she gets a better view of the flyer. And starts to frown, but only just barely...
And then Sakura is off! She's throwing out so many words Natsu can't even get a word in edgewise. "I... yeah... take care! I'll... I'll see you..."
Brushing more rooftop kibble off her uniform, she takes a moment to peruse the flyer in greater detail. "... I dunno about this, Saku-chan..." she mumbles under her breath. Having been burned by their -last- tournament, Natsu's forced to wonder if she's biting off more than she can chew...
Log created on 19:59:38 06/15/2015 by Sakura, and last modified on 17:38:11 06/16/2015.