Description: Some people just really don't know who it is they're upsetting. Yamazaki, despite all suggestions to the contrary, does in fact know. Jiro may not. But on the plus side, by showing how much he's grown, he does manage to get Yamazaki's attention. This can be a good thing in some cases. Most of the time it's just bad. Sorry.
The sun is slowly wanning. With the evening approaching, the streets of Downtown become more busy for those of the shady side. Many of the normal people have opt to head home and the children would leave to get back home before it's dark. Who knows what lurks out in the streets these days.
It's been over a week since the incident in the YFCC. Unfortunately, due to the situation that happened, Jiro had to go all the way to find Alma to tell him about the situation. It should not be too long before Alma returns. In the meantime, as a favor, Jiro decided that he would go and check on the youth center to see what has been going on.
Padding through the sidewalk, Jiro has his hands tucked into the pocket of his vest while he has the hoodie over his head. Cars pass by him occassionally along with people that fade into the back of his mind. His focus was to see if the facility that Alma brought up needed assistance in some way.
No point.
It was aggravating to him more than anything else. Even he'd heard about the throwdown they'd had at that boxful of candies they called a community outreach here downtown. And he'd had to go take a look for himself. It looked like somebody set off a bomb up here. "Hell of a party.." the mercenary comments roughly, hands tucked into his pockets. There's nothing particularly impressive or mysterious about slacks and slate shirts, but his shark's head of bleached hair is unmistakable.
Aggravating.
That nobody invited /him/.
He stands across the street from the community center, watching it with a clouded light in his eyes, reminescent of a particular drug addict's haze. At least, it would be familiar for people who didn't particularly spend a lot of time with the gangster. He turns, and steps lightly, almost knocking a passerby over as he makes his way out. Nothing even remotely worth his time here.
When someone like Yamazaki passes over your place because it's too wrecked, you know things are bad.
It takes a nice amount of distance for Jiro to walk through the streets and turn some blocks occassionally. It was quite a ways of getting to the center. But he can see it from afar, or at least, the damage. "...Well shit." Jiro notes casually, then he offers a frown before he wanders closer towards the building.
But as he is slowly approaching the block, the young man immediately shifts his gaze and then the familiar presence of a tall figure is starting to invade his eyes.
...Yamazaki.
Shifting his stance once more, the young man snarls once more, facing Yamazaki's direction before his fists tightens. "I have a score to settle with you, asshole."
That's Jiro's way of saying 'hi'.
He stops.
A golden sheen in the passing dusk catches the mercenary's head as it turns slightly. That voice. That animal like snarl that stirs his blood right to the bone. Deep and intent, it would shake the marrow of other people. Yamazaki recognizes it, unmistakable like two animals meeting in the jungle.
Just now, he can feel Jiro's glare down his back, raising the fine hairs on the back of his neck and forcing him to turn slow, grinding heels of shoes probably more expensive than Jiro's entire outfit. His eye are sharp, the look of a predator as his glare shears tight to Jiro, glowering fiercely. Yeah.. a score.
He breathes out, a jagged growl..
"And who the hell are you?" Yamazaki asks, scratching a rough spot on his scalp.
As the two animals meet, Jiro flashes his teeth at the larger beastman as his fists tighten. It is as if there were two wild animals left loose in the jungle to fight against one another for dominance. In this case, the animals are brought together by chance. Whether by chance or the mere fact that something above calls them together, Jiro's stance loosens as he shifts positions.
"This will remind you who the hell I am."
As Jiro sprints towards Yamazaki at a speed, Jiro is shifting stance and shooting off to meet with the man at the close distance. He lifts off of the ground to take into the sky, then he aims to drive his foot out to press against Yamazaki's stomach to send him back a bit.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Yamazaki with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
That's new.
The gangster is smashed fully in the chest, Jiro's full weight colliding with him like some kind of missile coming down the street, spittle and dust flying through the air as his frame buckles underneath the weight, the faint sensation of tawny muscle shifting with the long skid.
For a time, Yamazaki stands there, one free hand over his midsection, fingers sheathed in leather tense and clawlike as he grimaces--there is no sound from him for the longest time, like a child cracked in the bare ass with a switch before the pain registers.
Oh no. It's registered fine.
"Haaaaaa..... snort.. HAHAHA. Aaahhh... Ah, ha--WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT?!"
The next thing Jiro will see is Yamazaki's $300 shoe, a black blur.
If he's not fast, Yamazaki will ruin yet another pair this week alone on giving Jiro's orthodontist something to do. And if he's not even faster, his chiropractor, shortly after Yamazaki knocks him down to stomp a mudhole somewhere in the vicinity of the boy's spine. His right hand never actually leaves his pocket... "I wouldn't even remember my own _grandma's_ name after a limp wrist kick like that!!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro blocks Yamazaki's Yakiire.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
After the feet press against the chest of Yamazaki, Jiro pushes off and he springs back into a backflip, landing on his feet once. Then, he snarls to see Yamazaki's pause and then the cackle. "...Tsch. Just getting started," he retorts.
But, when Yamazaki is starting to lunge that shoe out, Jiro's eyes narrow and become quite focused to see Yamazaki's foot come at his face. Bringing his arm up, he steps forward with an inward block to send the boot away from his face. Though, the sheer power that it took registered some pain on that arm with a hiss. The young man hardly buckles off of his feet to let himself get stomped. Instead, Jiro is dashing straight towards Yamazaki, bringing his left fist towards the ground.
The metallic knuckles along the gloves grind with the concrete, releasing a screech as the flames erupt like an ignited match. The fist comes flying towards Yamazaki as the scarlet imbued fist launches up as Jiro steps towards Yamazaki, aiming to deliver the uppercut against the man's stomach.
"Just warming up!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Jiro's Burning Hell.
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Jiro 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Yamazaki
Black rubber sole slams into the ground harsh enough to leave a black friction mark in the impression of his tread. Yamazaki pitches forward with the motion, his arm swaying slowly and free, as if he hadn't even begun to think about putting up any kind of notable defense against Jiro's attacks.
The truth is.. he hasn't.
Jiro's fist slams into his midsection with authority and force, the burning scarlet flames crawling across his midsection and tearing straight through his shirt and ripping it open, the force driving Yamazaki's midsection back, rocking his frame to the core with tumultuous damage. He doesn't quite move per se.... that's the kind of thing people do when they can't /stand/ the pain anymore. Yamazaki?
A shiver passes through him.
Wide eyes become bloodshot.
"Still can't think of it--Lemme help--"
Yamazaki pitches forward again as if the force from Jiro's blows boil and froth his own blood, curving forward with that streak of ragged gold, bringing his skull right into the remnant momentum of Jiro's dashing. His skull will /slam into Jiro, his weight falling forward like a freight train as Yamazaki steps into Jiro's momentum with his own, his skull exploding like dynamite with that same force outward into Jiro, the air mixing with the distinct tang of rage and blood.
He pitches forward, and if he can nail Jiro hard enough, the resultant explosion is enough to crack pavement by mere incidental explosure.
Welcome to my head case.
COMBATSYS: Jiro endures Yamazaki's Bomb Headbutt.
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Jiro 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Yamazaki
The feeling of the midsection encompassing the fist draws forth a pleased grin on Jiro's face, then he looks up towards the crazed fighter with his determined gaze. His teeth remains snarled, even as the man's eyes become bloodshot. He already knew from step one that he would put himself in a bad position. However, there was little choice for Jiro to do but follow up on his actions. So when Yamazaki leans over towards him, Jiro follows through to meet with Yamazaki head on.
The skull strikes against Jiro's own skull, sending a resounding wave of pain to crack against Jiro's skull. It's like a billion of brain cells running all over the place, scattered in the form of the blood that busts out from Jiro's skull as the two meet. Blood flies across the air, yet Jiro lunges forth while his body illuminates with a scarlet glow.
Extendng his right hand forth, the radiating ball of energy manifests in his grasp as he points the hand at Yamazaki's stomach. A whine echos forth as the glowing young man hisses forth:
"Meteor Buster!"
A loud explosion calls forth, seeking to erupt against Yamazaki at a point blank range.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki fails to reflect Meteor Buster from Jiro with Bai Gaeshi.
- Power fail! -
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Jiro 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Yamazaki
Did he get any grey matter?
Sometimes it happens--some people can't really 'get' Yamazaki's idea of fun. Some people's skulls are just too soft. Figuratively and literally. But it looks like the kid might be made of a kind of wood Yamazaki can get behind. The boy's blood sprays out, but he stays standing. Yamazaki might have to use more than one hand in a sec--
He catches Jiro's blast at the hip--outstretched fingers ram into the scarlet sphere with full force, his body shifting as he flexes against Jiro's point blank shot, his spine flexing. Oh yeah, this--
BOOM!!
Yamazaki goes skidding across the ground, knocked down finally from the exchange and the punishing blows to his midsection--it's almost comedic, as he hits the ground wobbly like a rag doll filled with lead shavings. It takes him but moments to scrabble to his feet, sitting low to the ground, that one arm swaying methodically, a loosed scarecrow in the wind. His eyes roll from the back of his head to the fore, staring at Jiro.
When he grins, it's bloody red.
"Oh, yeah!" the mercenary growls. "Might've jogged my memory a little bit. Oh! OH! I got it.. you're that bitch kid with the hot little thing right?" He thinks. "... Hotaru, right?" He grins wide. "Oh.. oh yeah... I remember her." Oh, his voice drips with emphasis thick, even oily with scandal and meaning on the last word, there.
Think he wouldn't?
Oh, he remembers, all right..
The explosion causes Jiro to weaken a bit, feeling his muscles relax and his eyes widen as he is forced to take a deep breath. Breathing in and out, Jiro feels the essence subside once before he straightens himself back up. The chi-usage took quite a bit out of him. No matter. Jiro is gazing out at Yamazaki as the man scrambles to his feet.
Rubbing his fist against his cheek, Jiro pants once more before he straightens up when Yamazaki presents himself. Jiro waves a hand up, waiting for Yamazaki to get up so that the man can give the taller figure a present.
...Then he mentions Hotaru. And that lewd tone of his memories of her draws a hiss from the young man. Setting his right hand to the side, the scarlet blaze ignites into an inferno. The raw power behind the flames draw forth, and Jiro soon sprints over towards Yamazaki to close the distance between himself and the man. As Jiro launches himself closer, Jiro snarls forth.
"Here is another dose of memories for you then!" Jiro first brings his right, chi-imbued fist into the air to strike at the taller man's stomach, aiming to throw him off of the ground. Should the first strike land, the left hand will soon thrust outward, imbued with the scarlet chi. This time, the strike will ignite with a devastating explosion.
"Bastard!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Jiro's Scarlet Slaughter.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Yamazaki
Yamazaki grins.
Then Jiro rushes him.
The gangster rubs his face with his free hand, a lewd chuckle crawling from that whip-thin expression. "More like it," he mutters to himself. With Jiro properly incensed, Yamazaki might be able to have a little fun at all in this direction. The stray kitten launches into him with a renewed purpose, lighting into the gangster with another--/another/--shot at his stomach. HA! "You like to work the body, don't ya!?"
As if exasperated by a mosquito more than threatened, he violently /slaps/ Jiro's arm to the side mid-shot, instead taking the blow to his side, "HGNH--where's the face shot!? Come on!!! YOU KNOW HOW!!"
He boxes up his stance loose like only the streets know how--breaking tide against that second punishing fist, the explosion just breaking over his shoulder like a fine mist, scorching up his clothes but good, though the ruined ensemble doesn't seem to bother the gangster in the slightest. Instead of retreating, he sways forward into Jiro's attack, almost seeming like a drunk until he tries to kick Jiro's instep out from underneath him.
If he can?
His pulse speeds up.
"Let's /play./"
Yamazaki's right hand slides out of his pocket for the first time in the fight. A switchblade flips in his hands, snapping open with the satisfying click of spring loaded metal. Yeah. If he can wreck Jiro's stance for even a second? The'll whip that knife around like it was science. He will go to work on Jiro's body with that blade. Biblically.
He cuts through a parking meter that was too close on the way in.
Shouldn't of been there.
The air in there is thick and cramped with noise.
Yamazaki /shrieks/ cackling.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Jiro with Sabaki no Aikuchi.
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Jiro 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Yamazaki
The fist strikes forth towards Yamazaki's chest. Unfortunately, Jiro doesn't get the chance to make full contact as the arm is slapped away within the mid-shot. Both eyes widen once more, then he hisses as he steps past Yamazaki. "...Damnit!" He grunts, rolling himself towards the second strike, which does a good job on scorching the clothes somewhat. There is displeasure at this point. There is nothing more pleasing than to knock the hell out of Yamazaki.
When the gangster pulls out the switchblade, Jiro hisses forth and he shifts his stance over to avoid the blade. Unfortunately, he misses it as the blade strikes against his legs. Blood escapes from the wound and the knees buckle. "Damn!" He grits his teeth, falling onto one knee. Then, he snarls and he lunges towards Yamazaki.
When he does, Jiro is shifting his stance over to where he seeks to grab the large gangster by the knife-arm and perform a hip throw towards the ground.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Jiro's Medium Throw.
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Jiro 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Yamazaki
Oh, that paints the ground a nice even red.
But Yamazaki, see--hw doesn't think that's enough--that's not enough blood. This kid comes out of nowhere and tries to tell him who he is. His memories? See, his memories? They're fine. He knows exactly who Jiro is and always has. The big thing the kid isn't getting...
Yamazaki doesn't really /care/ who he is.
But you know, when the kid gets him in an arm lock and flciks him to the ground off his hip, the gangster slams into the pavement like a bag of bricks. "HURGH!" Yeah, a lot of his blood is out there now, a wet cough flicking from his lips. This might be kinda like it. This might be what he enjoys.
Now that the glove's off, it might be kind've fun!!!
The gangster's blade goes spinning like a top when he hits pavement face-first, a gruesome thing that drags a noise something kinda like a dog choking on a chicken bone from him.
"Yeah..." he murmurs, his blood flowing fast.
He snorts in red spittle and grime.
Not enough blood.
He catches sight of the parking meter, cut through by his knifeplay.
Taking it up in his right hand, he licks the dirty metal at about what he determines to be the sweet spot.
Not enough blood /at all/.
He whirls to his feet, eyes wide and grinning like something Carroll sees in his worst nightmares. Followed by the business end of the parking meter. It whips out, an aluminum blur as he moves to introduce the fat end to Jiro's skull hard enough to send bloodied quarters scattering all over the pavement. Just enough shock to get a good grip on the kid's wal-mart hoodie by the collar.
Pray to God he does not manage to get ahold of the little prick.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Jiro with Yondan Drill.
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Jiro 1/-======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
Yeah, guess God don't listen to those kinds of prayers.
The busted open parking meter hemohrrages spare change as Yamazaki holds it limp at his side. "Yeah... I got my memory back. I wanna say...bottom of my heart. I didn't think you'd get even this far with me. You might actually be getting laid by now, huh?" Pause. "...a little fucking late." He twitches, a vein standing out in his neck running clear up his face grotesquely. A--ah! He remembers now! "JIRO, that's right..." He's starting to blink a little more than he should. "Yeah... I remember that fox of yours. I might go pay her a visit myself; take a piece of you with me. Shit. I might even sing. If you don't mind, that is."
Thought. Gleeful. "Ah. Course you don't!!"
He hums a bar, experimentally.
And then he'll jack Jiro square in the nose with the dome of his skull.
With all of the practiced grim thirst of a man who has /not yet seen enough blood/, Yamazaki will spend the next few moments pummeling the young boy. It's like fireworks broke out on the street. And nobody, /nobody/ with sense is gonna lift a finger. They're just gonna stare. Yeah... Yamazaki will practice his singing.
o/` Meet me in the middle of the night-- o/`
Another explosive jack to the face. And another.
o/` Lemme hear ya say, EverYTHING'S ALrigHT-- o/`
He flips the parking meter up so he can hold it by the fat end.
o/` HAHAH, Lemme smell the moon in your perfume~~ o/`
Then he'll swing to bludgeon Jiro again with it. Twice.
o/` Meet me in the middle of the day. o/`
Yeah, just like he thought. There was still some change in it.
He flicks it over a shoulder.
o/` -hell yes!!- Lemme hear ya say, everything's OK-- o/`
Then he'll try and slug Jiro in the solar plexus a few times.
o/` Lemme see ya smilin back at me! o/`
Then another headbutt. Two. Or possibly four. Yamazaki's lost count.
Shit. He'll drop Jiro about then and straighten his leather half-hands.
Still humming, covered in blood that's probably not entirely his.
Sneak on out beneath the stars and run...
Pause. Thoughtful. Hmm.
He'll kick Jiro in the ribs.
He turns to go get his knife..
This, for the most part, has been an interesting fight. Jiro has always had bad luck with Yamazaki when he fought by himself. It was long ago, that even with Mimiru, Yamazaki beat the crap out of both of them. Now? Well, Jiro is hanging on his own against Yamazaki while in such a gruesome battle against the man. Jiro is making sure that Yamazaki remembers who the hell he is and why he carries such a grudge against the gangster.
There was the biggest pleasure in slamming Yamazaki onto the pavement. The young man snarls out, "That was for all of the fucking taunts a year back!" He grits his teeth, then he immediately draws his right hand out to shift his stance. However, when Yamazaki reaches over towards the parking meter that he cut a while back, Jiro's eyes shift over and he readies himself to change stance and sweep away.
As he springs back, he is unfortunately within the trajectory of the strike. That single strike slams against his head, sending his head reeling from the impact as blood splatters along the air. Were it a normal person, their brains would be splattered into the ground by now. But no, Jiro has the tenacious will to keep himself alive to spite even Death should he come to take his life. Unfortunately, that can be a curse as well, as it prolongs the suffering.
Cast into a shock, Yamazaki successfully grabs the dizzied Kasagi by the hoodie and he is yanked forward. Weakly, his head lifts up to see Yamazaki's frame as the vein reveals himself. The more he mentions about Hotaru, Jiro coughs up a bit of blood. The fury within him wells true as he channels his chi once more. However, his body is slowly blacking out.
The first headbutt causes the strike of blood to come across Jiro's face, now running down his mouth as his head hunches low. The second and third headbutt releases more blood to a crunching sound as his nose is busted.
Left staggering, Jiro moves around until he is smacked across the face, blood splattering on each end that he is smacked. As the parking meter strikes Jiro in the solar plex, he coughs up blood before he falls onto his knees. Then, he is caught up and headbutted a few more, now looking like his entire face is red. Dropped onto the ground like a rag doll, he is given yet another kicked to the stomach.
It looks like that Jiro is out... right?
No.
As mentioned, Jiro has that tenacious bit of life in him that defies death. Even if it is a curse that he has to endure the suffering that he is subjected to everyday, Jiro has the habit of getting back up to his feet and walk off that pain. His eye is busted, barely able to see. Yet, the blurred vision locks in on Yamazaki once more before the young man staggers at the gangster's direction. Snarling once, Jiro sprints towards Yamazaki and draws forth the fury of the Ankoku flames once more. Or rather, he seeks to shove turn Yamazaki towards him before releasing his right foot against he gangster's gut.
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki interrupts Dead End from Jiro with Suna Kake.
- Power hit! -
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Yamazaki 0/-------/----===|
He picks up the switchblade, wiping it clean on his sleeve with all the calm and collected professional fastidiousness of a mother who has just spanked her child with her favorite belt. He clicks the thing shut against the rough leather of his belt, grudgingly leaning to the side and spitting thick wet syrupy blood on the pavement, sniffing as red crust starts to form on his upper lip.
"Heh. Yeah--I guess that song was a little before your time--eh?"
He looks over his shoulder as the corpse comes back to life. Oh, to hell with th--
Yamazaki's boot rockets straight up in the air with his full force, both hands now fully in the gangster's pockets. With it comes a literal tidal wave of loose change, hailing against the snarling layabout like a torrent. Oh, no, Yamazaki doesn't expect a hail of nickels and times to put Jiro into his final dirt nap. It's the fact that he is currently aiming the toe of his boot for the kid's eye. He'll absorb the shock of Jiro's own kick just there. He can take it.
But see, he knows as well as the kid knows--you can't say that for the both of us.
"LEARN. YOUR. ROLE!!!"
Ass.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:27:41 09/05/2008 by Yamazaki, and last modified on 02:09:17 09/06/2008.