Description: The young heiress approached the shouts, her heart aflutter. She had come to Taiyo High to inspect the damage, to know where her kindly donations would go to. Her eyes came upon the rugged brute of a man, his chest heaving as the rage consumed him. So angry, so strong. Yurika did not know these strange feelings overcoming her. Someone who was so uncouth, someone of the wrong birthline... a forbidden man, free from the confines of upper-class society.
Troops withdrawing, Geese Tower collapsed, Syndicate taking a lethal blow, and Southtown a mess..
This could quite possibly be the most delightful time Yurika Kirishma could have ever anticipated. The musician has been on a high of sorts, but being as celebrating would be extremely distastful, she instead decides to move on with her work as there's just so very much to do.
It's a fairly nice day weatherwise at least, and Yurika arrives at Taiyo University on foot to confirm some information she had recieved before, particularly about Ichiro's rampage and the destruction he caused as well as the damage from the constant attacks.
Seijyun had been quite 'lucky' to avoid this damage, after all.
But it wouldn't hurt to confront Kyosuke again either.. It'd been some time, and she couldn't help but get the feeling he'd been trying to avoid her. Well, his reasoning there was fair enough at least but she'd trap him regardless to get some questions answered. And so there she is at the front gate, clad in her usual light blue attire, with a few folders in hand and a bit of a surprised look on her features. But after recovering from her surprise, she proceeds to takes some sheets from her folder and starts to scribble upon them.
"MY SCHOOL!"
There is an eruption of energy as Batsu drops his backpack. The hot-head of Taiyo had been away for a while. It was a mystery why he was not present here in Taiyo High. After all, he would have
Batsu had to protect his mother.
And yet, another loved one took the bullet instead. Taiyo High, lack of a better word, was ruined. Batsu apparently didn't get the memo. He had approached the school for the first time in weeks. As he approached the fence, he saw the extent of the damage. Walls caved in. An entire section gone, with construction slowly coming to bear. The entire practice field... pock-marked. He ran through the gate, nearly ripping it off from it's hinges from the outrage... and from there, the shout of rage and shock.
The rest was now history.
Batsu falls to his knees, rocketing fist down at the pavement. He destroys the concrete at impact, cratering it as his face burns red. Between gritted teeth, he seethed. "I SWEAR. Whoever DID THIS is going to GET THERE ASS KICKED so HARD that they will be SPITTING RUBBER!"
"MY RUBBER!"
"FROM MY BOOT!"
Batsu snaps his head back, hearing the light scribble of pen on paper. "What. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" The hot-blooded teen spit out, rising up from the ground. Raising a fist up, he glares at Yurika, eyebrow twitched furiously. "WHO ARE YOU?" Was the frenzied shout as he shook that fist like a gambler at the craps table.
Yurika jumps a little from the sudden outburst. Though on further thought that is pretty much of the norm when it comes to Taiyo isn't it? So she pretty much just writes that off as she gets back to writing. But when it continues, she's forced to pause again and turn her head toward the source of the disruption. Honestly, is it so much to ask to mourn in peace?
In the end, though, Yurika is left with a lost and somewhat guilty look, not entirely certain what it was that she did wrong.. And never having heard someone quite so.. So.. Well.. Upset. Could this be? It.. It must be! "I.. Um. Apologize, but is that kind of language really suitable to be speaking of in front of a lady," she replies a touch nervously but keeping a small smile. "As for me, I'm Yurika.. Council president of Seijyun High school. You must be Mister Ichimonji, the 'Legendary Loudmouth of Taiyo' I've heard rumors of, am I correct?" pause. "Ah, are you all right?"
"Loudmouth?"
"LOUDMOUTH?!"
"Listen here, -YURIKA-" Batsu begins, pointing a finger at Yurika as he stomps forward. "I'll use whatever DAMN language I want. I don't CARE if you are some PRISSY SEIJYUN HIGH whatever. And DON'T THINK I won't be STOMPING YOU TO THE CURB because you are a girl." Batsu stops short right in front of Yurika, winding a fist back as he stabs his finger at Yurika. "There is NOTHING that PISSES me off more than SOMEONE who PISSES ME OFF and thinks they won't get anything about it because they are 'SPECIAL' or 'PRECIOUS.' Batsu's eyes glimmer with a new rage as he shoves his demands right down at Yurika.
"My name is BATSU. Now what the HELL do you want?"
Wow.
Yurika ends up leaning back a little bit, her cheeks turning a slight shade off red once Batsu gets in her personal space and proceeds to cuss her out. This is a first, no one's ever dared speak to her so loudly, so rudely, so.. Neandethalishly before! It's that brief moment of shock that keeps her from responding with a bit of her own venom! "I see.. Are you quite finished?" the musician starts with a raised brow.
She then hands over the paper she was scribbling on to Batsu. "I'm here to inspect the damage to this school with my own eyes, so I may calculate the cost of repairs. It's my intention, of course, to assist during these difficult times."
"Now then, Mister Ichimonji, I do hope you have an apology prepared for me, or there may be some.. Difficulties."
Well, Kirishima might be in it for kindness. She might be. But Batsu's glare was burning right into Yurika's soul, his nose turned up in disgust. His rage was dying down a little bit, but only enough for him to have other feelings. Batsu was quite possibly the worst person to handle this. This was why he had Kyosuke and Hinata as his friends. A growl erupts from Batsu chest, and he just narrows his eyes as he leans in dangerously close to Yurika's face.
"... You're lying. Or incompetent. Nobody sends their presidents to do accounting work. That's just RETARDED." Batsu pounds his fist in his palm. "But guess what. Taiyo High looks like they need your damn money. So I'm sorry for blowing up in your face." Batsu turns his head, spitting at the ground, promptly, he drops his fists.
And then, he turns his back to Yurika.
"Now follow me. I'm giving you a tour. GOT IT?" The teenager motions his hand. He didn't trust Yurika. There was just something about her that smelled wrong. And with the chaos caused by... whoever did this, he didn't trust nobody. Still, if she really meant to give the school money... Taiyo High certainly needed it. Batsu snaps his fingers, remembering something.
"And the NAME is Batsu. -BATSU!-"
Yurika can be rather perceptive herself, of course.. While she is cringing a touch from Batsu's attitude, she is seeing something else as he continues to talk. She's not exactly sure what, but she sees enough to tell her that this senior student isn't a waste of time. This must be what adults feel when they have to deal with Zaki though.
Yurika brushes a hand along her wild curls, taking it upon herself to take a small step back once he punches his fist into his palm, "E- Excuse me! It is not 'retarded', thank you very muc-"
GOT IT?
"U- understood." she replies, wide-eyed, though doesn't clarify if it's the tour being understood, or that his name is Batsu. She stands to his side then, waiting for him to lead the way. "It would appear you've been quite absent for recent events.. The entirety of Southtown had been invaded by a massive army, and it would appear various schools had been targetted as footholds. From what I understand it was a Taiyo student that had done a major portion of damage here as well." she murmurs in a gentle tone. "It would appear they've finally been pushed out, however.. And so I'm here."
"Yeah. I have." Batsu interrupts Yurika in the '..' part of her sentence, charging with curt impatience as he starts walking the grounds. The full extent of the destruction was offensive to the extreme. This was awful. Guilt began to consume him. "I regret it, looking at what they did. Thanks for your support. I hope we don't break the bank at Seijyun." Batsu's tone was becoming much less tense, and more... forlorn?
As Batsu walked Yurika through the scaffolding and run down walls, he began to brood more and more. By the time they reach the almost completely leveled gym, a spectre of angst was consuming him. Upon looking on the gym itself, Batsu's spirit is all but broken. The student stares at his feet quietly.
And then, she mentions the student.
"... A TAIYO STUDENT?" Yurika rouses Batsu out from his ennui, and into a new wave of rage. Whirling around, he mindlessly grabs Yurika by both shoulders, and lifts her up. Holding her upwards, Batsu stares directly in her eyes, his eyebrow twitching furiously. "WHO? WHO BETRAYED TAIYO HIGH?! WHO IS THE TRAITOR?! WHERE DID YOU HEAR THIS?!?!?"
Batsu began to shake Yurika like a baby with every intense shout.
Yurika appears to be getting a brief break from the legendary loudness of the Legendary Loudmouth and thank goodness. Yurika needs her hearing for what she does, thank you very much! She has to pick up her steps to keep up with Batsu; rushing doesn't really give her a good chance to look closer at some things than others but.. Oh well, all she really needs are estimates anyway. "I.. W- Well, I cannot promise to cover everything, j- just what I can. Regardless it isn't any trouble, we all should be helping where we can, even if we aren't on the best of ter- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
The musician for some reason didn't slip away once grabbed, and the repeated shaking causing her to cling desperatly to her folders to keep from dropping them. "I- Ichiro I th-thing, you sh-should speak with R- Roberto to know for sure! You're hurting me!" she cries. Getting buddy-buddy with Batsu.. Could be hazardous to her health; aborting mission is looking like a good idea!
"-ICHIRO-" Batsu erupts, gently putting Yurika down on her feet. Immediately, he curled up a fist, and stared at the gym. "I don't know WHO THAT IS! But when I find out, his ASS will be BEATEN! Beaten into a DAMN PULP! I am going to HIT HIM SO HARD, he is going to CRY like a little girl. A girl as LITTLE AS YOU!" Batsu points a finger at Yurika, turning his attention back at her.
"And ROBERTO! I'm going to KICK HIS ASS for not coming to me the moment this happened. KICK HIS ASS SO HARD, he is going to CRY LIKE YOU!" Batsu storms past Yurika, bumping his shoulder against her. "You can take care of the inspection without me, Yurika. I'm got some ASS to KICK."
And with a burning mindset, Batsu charges to the locker rooms to get the answers he wants.
Yurika teeters a bit once she's back on her feet and rubs the back of her neck lightly. And yet again she is treated to an assault of vulgar promises and (probably) uninentional insults. Ok, so she heard a few things about Batsu but what she's seeing before her was waaaaaay beyond her expectations, enough to actually render her speechless during it all and with a red face of embarassment.
The musician is snapped out of it with a bit of a yelp when he bumps into her, stumbling back a couple of steps, and her jaw goes slack until he storms off and is out of sight. She doesn't know what to say. And she most certainly was NOT CRYING!! "H- H- How RUDE!" she finally gets out, not fully recovered. Him? -This- was the son of Raizo Imawano? As she thought about it more, she started to feel a headache coming on. "... I believe I'll stick with Kyosuke. I don't think I can survive another meeting with him."
Log created on 19:39:46 06/10/2009 by Batsu, and last modified on 23:14:34 06/10/2009.