Odd Encounter(open)

[xero]

It was midday, a bright sun shining down with a few clouds in the sky on the horizon, and highschool classes had just ended for the day. The kendo team had the week off, courtesy of having won the last inter-school match, and one of the members headed home just long enough to drop off his bag and changes his clothes rather quick, leaving from the apartment and heading to the depths of the city with plans to buy the new manga released that day.

Raiu, the personality in control, hurried across the street after reaching the city, having to dive out of the way of a car as the 'walk' sign changed to 'yield,' and walked into the store after brushing off his shirt, yawning as he headed for the rack the desired manga was on. He left the store with more than he had intended to buy, Issui and Kanan making him buy some things for them as well, and the teenager started to head back to his home after opening a can of soda.

The man bumped into someone as he walked around the corner, almost dropping everything and spilling some of the soda on his shirt, and he apologized before looking at a clock through the front window of a store, seeing that it was later than he thought and then trying to run off and catch a bus back to his apartment.

He made it three steps before one of the men around him grabbed his collar, pulling him back and lifting him off the ground with one hand, and the man he had bumped into looked straight into his eyes and asked a rather stupid question, if Raiu knew what he had just done. As if on cue, the man holding him up and one other person both chimed in right after the question was asked, both saying in a loud voice, "You just bumped into one of the baddest Mofos in Tokyo, punk. This here's 'Mad Dog' Sasakikawa, the man who's gonna rule all of Tokyo."

Issui and Kanan, floating a couple of feet away, played Janken to see which one would handle this, but before they decided who was going to teach the three wannabe gangsters a lesson, Akera wacked his own head with the shinai he carried. "Raiu, you have five seconds to make these three shut up, let you go, and stop bothering people. Take any longer than that and I'll take that manga back to the store or lock it up and hide the key, understand?" Akera said to the personality controlling his body, the look in his eyes showing him to be serious, and two things happened immediately.

First, Raiu kicked both of his legs forward and hit both the man holding him up as well as the man on the other side of Sasakikawa, knocking them onto their backs as the teenager landed on the ground easily, and a rapid jab to Sasakikawa's stomach doubled him over and made him slam his own forehead against Raiu's knee, making him stumble back as the teenager turned and ran off. "How was that, Akera? Fast enough for ya?" Raiu asked, lightning crackling around his feet as he slid to a stop and darted down an alley, and the man began to pick up speed as he ran, approaching a wall at a dead sprint.

Raiu turned to his right and started sliding before coming within five yards of the wall, his momentum carrying him forward and the teenager stopping a couple of inches from the concrete wall, and he ran down a side alley before coming to an open basketball court, stopping at a bench and setting down the bag he was holding. "Do I really have to beat them up, Akera? It's not like anyone alive is able to catch me, so why do I have to fight these weaklings?" he asked, turning around to look at the three men who had predictably followed him, and he winced slightly as he saw the look on Issui, Kanan, and Akera's faces, moving his gaze to the three thugs. "Sorry to tell you three this.... but I've got to beat you all senseless now. Hope you can forgive me for this, eheheh...heh...."

Raiu dashed forward after he finished his half-hearted chuckle, leaping up as he came closer and passing clear over the three men, and after he landed on the ground behind them, Raiu unleashed a rapid flurry of jabs at the three men's torso, hitting their shoulders and backs repeatedly. Lightning crackled around Raiu's hands as he stopped, the three men unconscious due to the electricity having been just enough to knock them out without having any serious side-effects, and the man walked back over to the bench and sat back down, pulling out the manga he had just bought and beginning to read it. "Hey, I just had to beat up three guys who were mostly taller than I am, at least let me read this some before going back home, Akera."

[Johnny]

There walked a sumptuous being withing the myriad crowds of people that inhabited the very heart of Tokyo, eyes hiding behind closed lids as the man walked. How was such a task made possible, it was simple, the near perfect sense of chi the man developed over the years, the sense of chi. The maundering voices of the civilian life tarrying into the air as melted clouds above his head, yet all the while the mans senses seemed to be impervious to it all. The man was clearly drawn in thought as his seemingly rudderless perambulation pressed on; brooding upon the thoughts of his future rule, to usurp and deprive the lives of those who sought to end all that he stood for. Such actions will prove fatal against Shadaloo in the moments to come.

A hoodie and sweats pants of black flushing at the rising mindless pull of high winds, yet pulling not at the man who claimed ownership of such clothes. Turquoise flushed with the whispering summer winds as the mans cognitive process completed itself at an abrupt halt as the lingering chatters soon transcended into what appear as debilitating cries of pathetic beings. The sense soon came to him as second nature, the antithesis of chi scattering, casting themselves away from the mans sense, yet from what? As the dreading crowd dismally escaped to the horizon of the city, only the umbrageous glimpse of this mans form whose steps had taken a standing rest. His sense acted upon impulse as the sensation of a flaring chi, with an unseen interest a keen gaze contrived itself sideways; eyes alighted within the concavity of his interested gaze interlocking them upon the sites of this boy which hid under the guise of impassiveness.

"Who is this kid, thats no ordinary boy."

His thoughts coursed on, the silence seemingly making an eternity of silence as his legs gave life to mobility as he approached this boy who so easily proved superior against these pathetic beings who barely registered on the scale of power and superiority. Standing over the boy as an imposing figure, his chi flow was kept at bay, retrogressing as it stay hidden, and indecipherable. Yet the small bulk of chi in which was being released was far from being the tip of the iceberg. His tone smooth and suave bearing a high tier sense of guided and disciplined politeness which to most is not to be expected by one who is so readily regarded as an ‘enemy’. A casual hand of left slowly drew itself upward whipping the few stray bangs that were often kept pushed back to the front of his face.

"I see You've handled those men pretty well, you're no ordinary street punk are you?"

His gaze shifted momentarily to closed lids, observing the mans chi flow in interest, yet his visage would not show it. He was strong, indeed strong enough to be reasonably be called a 'fighter'. Even at this very moment in time he could feel the boys chi flow with ease, every growing, ever powerful, a young fighter of his caliber can prove dangerous in the years to come.

[xero]

Raiu smirked as he finished the second chapter in the manga he held, closing it and placing it back in the bag, and he looked up as another person arrived in the empty basketball court, the shiver of fear running through his body at the sight of the man's face telling the teenager that this man was on a different level than the three laying on the ground. "N-n-no sir, I'm not a street fighter.... in fact I hate fighting, those guys just wouldn't l-l-leave me alone and I had to d-do something to make them stop...." he stuttered out rapidly, standing up and taking a couple of steps away from the taller man, and as he did, Raiu heard Kanan and Issui both call him a wuss and a weakling, looking back over his shoulder and seeing a slightly disappointed look on Akera's face. "A-a-anyways, I'll just be g-going now.... please?"

His eyes changed color as he turned to walk off, however, and his hair color seemed to darken some as a confident grin appeared on his face, Issui taking over and forcing Raiu out of the body without any resistance. The teenager stopped at the three men that Raiu had knocked out, crouching down and searching through their pockets some, and he pulled out what looked like a switchblade knife before standing back up. "Huh....and I thought that these guys couldn't get any less threatening....oh well." Issui said, his tone and calm voice a sharp contrast to the hurried and nearly panicked voice that Raiu had used a few seconds ago, and he flipped open the object without any hesitation. "I mean seriously.... a comb that looks like a switch-blade?"

Issui combed the previously unruly hair down into a straight manner, unbuttoning the top of his shirt and sweeping his hair over his right eye, and he turned back to the new arrival with a cocky grin present on his face. "So, you with these three pieces of trash? No, trash is too good for them.....they were more like whatever sees dust as a giant." he stated calmly, his eyes cold and his grin having a sickening look to it, and he kicked one of the three thugs in the side to knock him out of the way, walking over to the new arrival and stopping in front of him. " Are you here to avenge Mr. 'Mad Dog' Sasakikawa there? Heh...good luck if you want to try. Worthless people follow people only slightly less worthless than they are, after all."

If the man grabbed him or reached for him in any way, Issui was prepared to grab the man by his arm and his hoody, planning to spin and slam him against the brick wall behind the bench that Raiu had been sitting on seconds earlier. "Come on then....make a move, trash, see how that works out for ya. I'm probably half your size, what's the worst that'll happen to ya, huh?"

[Johnny]

As Aeiou watched on as he could sense the fear seeping from this beings very chassis, even as he seemed ready to retreat. Had the chi of this passive being been so affrighting that it struck the boy without deliberate intent? The man stood, drawn in thought as his eyes screened the boy with hidden interest, "...What the hell? Did he just....change?" A flutter of interest spiked through the mans spine as he watched the boys subtle 'transformation' with a keen gaze. Was this a technique of some sort, the man wouldn't know, in truth how would he, yet it all became irrelevant in the moments to pass as the boy approached him.

He stood there poised as a chiseled figure as if to be the very statuesque representation of nobility and impassivity allowing the balmy winds pull away at his vesture. As the boys words poured forth into the mans very ears he could only interlock his sights upon the boys ever interchanging hair and demeanor. Who was the this boy that stood before him, why was his chi so powerful, beyond that of the typical high schooler, they were in fact deep seated questions that required another time and place for its inquiry. Aeiou surveyed the smugness of the boy before him, a slight look of disgust purling about in the recesses of his own nous as the boy spoke as if to be superior to him. If only the boy knew, knew the ageold warrior he challenged, knew the powers he harbored, and the will to defeat those who sought to damage his dreams of his future rule and cause. These were mistakes, words and gestures that would seal the fate of a great many before the feet of Aeiou. Will this boys fate be sealed well before his true ambitions are realized?

With a guided tongue of calm Aeiou replied in turn, making well that the shadow would meet the light in the conversation. "Trash?.....amusing, do not become cocky 'boy', though your chi flow seems to flux it doesn't even register as a threat on my scale of power...." His face became colder as his words went on. It was not as though he were a different person, but one who shown a strong resolve to succeed where so many others had failed. Truth be told, behind the glimmer of impassive judgement rested a slight interest, one that was known solely to the stoic leader, a man whose nature was unseen by all except those he chose worthy to witness, a pity for the ones that he had yet to meet such worthy company. " I can see much potential within you boy, don't waste it by fighting me and ultimately crumpling beneath me."

As his words completed themselves, without admonishing a finger of right drew itself upward ever so slightly, landing not but a few centimeters away from thy boys stomach. "This here, the pressure point known as 'Super Qi Point' or 'Absolute' death'. You standing here as an idle figure leaves numerous openings for me to kill you. Let that be a lesson to you. He would not strike the boy, no, he would need him in due time.

[xero]

Issui's grin stayed constant as the man before him spoke, closing the comb in his right hand and tossing it a couple of inches into the air a few times, and his visible eye stayed locked with the eyes of the man before him, not flinching an inch as he spoke. "Oh ho, so I've found someone that would be a challenge.... this is a rare occurence, a very rare occurence indeed." the teenager said, his gaze still having a normal degree to humanity to it, "It's not often that I find someone that can back up what they say.... I'm raising my opinion of you from 'trash' to 'mutt,' just for that."

His right hand moved from his side to in front of his stomach, the comb clattering to the ground as the teenager's hand moved between his body and the hand of the man before him, and his grin became slightly wider as the man spoke about what he would have hit had he tried. "So you fight by hitting pressure points on the opponent's body, huh? Very....annoying. If you don't hit the right spot then it's all but useless when you think about it, mutt." Issui said, his cocky attitude still present despite the newfound knowledge that this man was indeed stronger than he was, "I use a much more....simple manner of fighting. I call it 'Makai Furishikiru,' and the name fits if you ask the survivors what it felt like. Want to experience it first-hand and see what it's like, mutt?"

The air around his body had become muggy as the humidity in the air increased, water droplets beginning to form on the clothing of the man before him as a result, and before long it the temperature would seem to have increased several tens of degrees, the humidity making it seem warmer than it really was. Issui reached his right hand over to the stranger's wrist, planning to grab it, and if he could, then his left foot would slide forward towards the stranger's right shin, Issui's left hand then reaching for the hoody the man was wearing. If he was able to get a good grip on the man and push his right leg back some, Issui planned to flip him straight over and slam him into the ground as hard as he could, not caring what would happen as a result.

[Johnny]

".....Fool"

Quick, to the point, blunt, each would be a proper comparative to Aeiou's statement to the man before him. It was rare that Aeiou would approach a meeting so.....aggressively, but such were his methods in the dealings with brutality, and little was required to see the brutal intentions in the eyes and smile of that dark being who stood before him.

His nous coursed on, drawn in thought in a brief second of self infringed silence as he stood there a lone warrior. "Does he honestly intend on fighting me? Hmph I pity the minds of the young." The better moment of a full second came to pass as the surrounding air rose in humidity as warm winds harmlessly passed over the mans visage, blowing away the few stray bangs that linger above his face. Keen eyes shown with little beyond nihilistic nature, a face of uncaring and indiscriminate judgment on all who would place themselves on lower tiers of social stature and bearings by choice. It was a look that would deny any foolish enough to claim ignorance any sense of pity or scheming grounds to develop themselves in a selfish benefit. With a chiseled stance and impassive gaze he stood under the guise of a man without defense, he spoke once more, a smooth velvet tone seeping from his being. "A fire elemental huh? Perhaps this will be a much needed find" And the boys assault came, aiming to grasp the very hand that could have ended the fighting all but seconds ago. At first glance it would appear as though the boys' attack would end in success, but the man knew the proper weakness of such a bold grab and it was here he would exploit it.

Aeiou's calm yet imposing powers flared against the boys own, rising every so moments as to show rightful to the upper hand in the given fight.The aesthesis of the mans fingers course fluxed through his very being, at that instance the mans wrist rolled toward the boys thumbs relinquishing the boys finger from his wrist with shear force. A hand of right drew it self upward, attempting to strike to boys inner forearm with a straightforward chop to shorten his arms expansion. If freeing his hand of left from the boys wrist lock it would burst forth with perilous speeds. At that moment Aeiou's fingers attempted to curl about the boys shirt around the chest area with an iron grasp, pulling about his shirt with in attempt to jerk his very body as Aeiou himself brought down a cutting fist aiming for the boys very chin.

Yet it was not just the boys chin being aimed for, but the pressure point "Genkon". It was a mighty strike intended more to disable than to kill.

[xero]

Issui smirked as his hand seemed to lock around the taller man's wrist, already imagining the sound that the seemingly muscular man would make when slammed into solid concrete, but the smirk and sadistic glare was replaced by an annoyed look, his right hand being knocked aside as his left arm was knocked to the side enough that he barely managed to grab the tall man's shoulder. Issui himself was lifted off the ground by the man's right hand, the matching left coming straight for his chin, but he managed to keep the targeted pressure point from being hit by jerking his head to the side, the tall man's hand hitting the side of his jawline and snapping his entire body back. Issui saw a bright white light for a few seconds after the blow landed, his left hand's grip tightening as he did so, and as his vision returned, Issui grabbed the tall man's left wrist, pulling himself back up and looking the man in the face.

"Is that all you've got, mutt?" he said, a thin trail of blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth due to the inside of his lip having busted from the hit, "I've taken harder punches from mice, you flea-bitten mutt!!"

The last three words were shouted as Issui kicked his left leg forward, the kick aimed at the taller man's groin, while his other foot found a solid perch on the concrete, and if the blow hit, Issui would turn to his right and exert all of his strength to throw the taller man through the air at the side of a building standing a few yards away from them both.