LOG: Akutsu Jin and Kite Eishirou
Who: Akutsu Jin, Kite Eishirou
What: Round one, fight!
Where: a nice deserted clearing
When: right after this post
Rating: R for violence, and standard Akutsu warnings apply.
Comments: go for it
He had been trying to be a good boy...Or as good as he could be. A part of him just couldn't help but keep picking fights with Akutsu Jin. The much taller punk reminded him too much of his boys back home and their little verbal battles were often the high light of his time on the journal system. He missed his boys and Jin sort of filled that strange void in the volatile buchou. But the messages were getting more and more provoking. They were taking off the kid’s gloves and then Kite had called Jin a softie...and Jin had called Kite a coward. And now, he was stalking across the jungle to get to the proper spot while still continuing their Internet fight.
He sent his last message as soon as he saw the pale haired thug. So...he swished did he. He would show the main lander just how dangerous his strange gait he had. One moment, he was still where Jin had last seen him, the next the Okinawan yanki was right there, as if he had just teleported, taking a nice hard high kick aimed right at Akutsu’s head.
Akutsu was glad he’d taken the moment to tie up the puppy, because the little thing would’ve gotten trampled on just then. He’d been prepared for Kite to come, to go straight to attacking...but that fucker was fast. In the blink of an eye, he’d closed so much distance... Akutsu barely had time to dodge the kick, and he couldn’t get far enough fast enough. He felt the blow against his head - perhaps not quite as strongly as it’d been intended, but it was strong enough to hurt, to knock him off balance. He did manage to catch hold of Kite’s ankle, mainly to regain his own balance, but while he held it he took advantage of his longer legs and kicked, going straight for Kite’s stomach. He couldn’t help a grin. They’d just started, and already Kite was showing Akutsu that he’d underestimated him. This was gonna be good.
He knew a kick right off the bat was a huge opening. He didn’t often leave such openings, but he had been angry and he had wanted to let Akutsu see just why it was not wise to mock him. But there was going to be more mocking. Because that was who they were. That’s what they did. And he was looking forward to that as well. But he wasn’t at all looking forward to any blow to his mid-section. He wasn’t exactly where he wished he could be, but he could go through it. It was good that a part of him liked the twinge of pain.
The grip on his ankle was stronger than he anticipated, be he didn’t lose his balance. He was one of the few people who had such a since of his center. For being such a think scrawy looking guy, Akutsu had power behind his hits.
He took the hit without flinching and twisted.He had been fighting in the circuit against all sorts. His goal now was to free his foot. Either with another kick with his other foot, which would earn Akutsu the points for giving the first flight of the day. Points Kite would happily earn back later.
His other foot left the ground and his knee went up and over so that his momentum would twist his leg out of Akutsu’s grasp and send him far enough away. He was certain to land on his feet. He wouldn’t lose his cool by landing on his ass. Not in front of Akutsu.
Akutsu held on as long as he could, but that little trick of Kite’s made him let go. He knew, like instinct, that the instant Kite was on his feet again, he’d attack. Akutsu would do the same in that situation, and he had no intention of letting him. A long stride closed the distance again and he let a quick series of jabs fly (borrowing a boxing move he’d picked up from Sengoku), all aimed above the belt, at least for now. He had to keep their fight a close-quarters one. Had to not let Kite get away, because with speed like that guy had, if Akutsu gave him a chance, he’d get out of reach. Spry little bastard.
So, it was boxing now. That settled it. The much taller teen would definitely do well in the Mixed Martial Arts. A distance fighter who relied on speed was at a disadvantage. Even more so with a person so much taller than him. But Kite had fought against Chinen. Chinen who was more orangutan than human when it came to reach. And the way to defeat a longer reach was to step in. It meant taking more blows than he wanted, but he could take the pain.
He moved in, taking those jabs, and deflecting those that looked like they might actually hit his still sore area. It was almost like a dance, the way he slid in between the rain of jabs. He’d give it to Akutsu. Those hurt. But he would make sure Akutsu hurt just as much. His smirk was dark and his glasses flashes dangerously. Akutsu wasn’t the only one that could switch styles. Flat palm strike to the solar plexus. He might prefer aerial combat with more kicks and sweeps from his bujutsu, but he had started a few years ago to do Muay Tai. And then there was his secret love of the Brizalian art, Capoeira. He had a feeling, he’d be doing that and more before this little match of theirs was over.
Kite’s blow hit Akutsu hard, knocking a fair bit of wind out of him. The skinny-ass was dangerous up close and from a distance, huh? Good to know. Akutsu growled, both frustrated and motivated. Kite made for a well-rounded opponent, which got his blood boiling. He couldn’t let up, couldn’t give him openings... He let the blow to his chest knock him back a bit, just enough to give him room to let another kick fly at Kite’s head, in return for the initial blow. The instant his foot hit ground again, he charged forward, fist aiming right at Kite’s chest. Maybe a low blow, aiming for something already hurt, but hey. He never said he wouldn’t.
He didn’t care about dirty fighting. He was from Higa. And fighting dirty was just another fact of life. In a war between himself and his opponent, he would happily attack the weakest areas. So he didn’t blame Akutsu for going for the ribs...maybe even encouraged it. It meant that this wasn’t just some game to him. That this was serious business. That he was a threat. He liked that. He ribs however, would not. Plus, he had a promise to keep. He might have broken the one to the guy he was wanting to screw into next week, but this was one he was keeping.
The side step was a little strange, more fluid than before. One hand on the arm and then the other and then muscles were coiling and momentum was changing. Kite watched Akutsu go sailing. He had promised a flight. A flight had been delivered. And it gave him a moment to recover, to reposition. He’s attack the moment the other landed. He was just as dirty. He’d kick a fallen man...though a part of him doubted that Akutsu would fall. And a part of him though that Akutsu was too light. Then again, even Kite had a great deal of trouble hurling certain fat asses.
Akutsu’s eyes went wide the instant he was airborne. This guy...constantly, constantly proving himself to be a tougher opponent than Akutsu had given him credit for. It was getting damn easy to see why people called him The Hitman.
He twisted as he flew, until he was able to land not on his ass. Both hands on the ground, and the toes of both feet...almost like a sprinter at the ready, waiting for the gunshot. The instant he landed, he pushed against the momentum and charged right back into the fray. The less time Kite had to recalibrate himself, the better, and Akutsu connected a shoulder with Kite’s stomach. He used that as a pivot point as he gripped Kite’s ankles and lifted, tossing the guy over his shoulder. Throw for throw.
Kite had never...ever seen anyone land quite like that. For a moment, it reminded him of a cat that had just landed. And with those narrow eyes and that thin frame, wasn’t that just what Akutsu was. A nasty, lanky stray alley cat. A cat that knew not to let the other get his baring back. Even more....Akutsu was fast, with that strange stance of his. Speed and power and Kite supposed that he deserved it for not attacking immediately. There was no resetting. There was no going back to their corners. This wasn’t a sanctioned fight in the ring. This was a street fight, only with sand and surf.
Like Akutsu, Kite landed well. Unlike him, because of how he had been thrown, it was not on his feet. His hand , but then he was spinning on his palm and using that momentum to pop him back upright, on both feet. Then he was adjusting his glasses just slightly before re-entering the fray. Once more, teleporting himself into range of those long, dangerous arms with his own powerful punches coming before him.
There was just no stopping that guy! Bastard even had time to fuck with his glasses. That was just fucking showing off. In the moment that Akutsu thought, though, Kite was back in front of him, coming in hard and fast, again. He braced himself against the blows, taking them despite how bad they fucking hurt. It gave him a half a second to plan, which he didn’t usually do, but against a guy like this, one couldn’t win with brawn alone. Akutsu grabbed one arm, catching it in a grip hard enough to bruise to make sure Kite couldn’t get away. Then, with a sweep of his leg and a shift of his body weight, he took Kite’s legs out from under him and all but shoved him down to his back.
A take down. He should have seen it coming. There were types in the MMA world. One of them was one Kite lovingly called the “ground and pound”. He didn’t like those types at all. He stills relied greatly on his balance and keeping upright. His capoeira had been a godsend because he could ground fight that way. He just didn’t have to like it. And he was sure the look on his face with his back hit the ground was enough to prove how much he hated take downs.
He wouldn’t let himself be pinned for long. He wouldn’t let Akutsu be on top of him that long. Hard lank body against hard compact frame. He was going to put up a damn valiant fight to get himself back to his feet. One powerful leg sliding up that thin torso to get under and then a knee was moving. If Akutsu wanted to see what happened on the ground, he would show him. No groin shots because Kite wouldn’t play that dirty just yet. But he needed enough space to execute his escape, a sliding move that ended up in a whirlwind of spinning legs.
Well. It hadn’t lasted long, but at least he could say he’d gotten Kite on his back, writhing beneath him. It was enough for Akutsu that he’d managed to pin the guy even if only for a moment. It meant there was a way to get him, after all. Determined to use it, Akutsu grabbed Kite’s shirt, not letting him get far, and threw his weight at him again in an effort to keep him down. He grabbed Kite’s arm again with his free hand and twisted it around behind the guy’s back, legs doing their best to make sure Kite kept off his feet.
He was not going to let it happen again. Even as he felt his arm wrench behind him in a position that wasn’t at all pleasent. It hurt and it was going to hurt even more very soon. Only a crazy person...or an utter masochist would do what Kite was about to do. He supposed right now, in the heat of battle, he was a bit of both. Instead of shying away and letting himself get put back into that compromising position, he moved backwards, making his arm move at an even more painful angle. He could pop the joint back in place later. In fact, he could hear the sound of it popping to get where he wanted to be. A head shorter than Akutsu meant one thing. Right under him and then thrust upward as hard as he could the top of his head striking the bottom of Akutsu’s jaw with enough force that Kite saw stars for a moment.
Akutsu’s eyes widened when he heard Kite dislocate his own shoulder. Fucking crazy little bastard... That took balls, and it caught Akutsu off-guard for what came next. The sudden upward blow, the impact of Kite’s skull against his jaw making Akutsu literally bite his own tongue and taste copper. He rolled to his side and spat out a bit of blood - no teeth, thank whoever - then grabbed a fist full of the back of Kite’s hair and shoved the guy’s face to the dirt while he tried to let his head stop spinning. “That....fucking hurt...” he grumbled between deep breaths.
He groaned just slightly. His shoulder hurt like his ribs hurt. It was getting hard to ignore the second. The only thing that was keeping him going was the adrenaline. And Akutsu provided quite the rush. He hadn’t gotten this good of a fight in...well...forever. He hated the taste of dirt even more and even as the other grumbled, his free arm brought an elbow back, in order to get himself free and regain his feet. Another sickening pop as he pushed his arm back into place before his hands went to to push his hair back. His look changed. From violent to down right murderous. No one....No one touched the hair. “It’s supposed to.” He snarled back. And it was going to hurt more. “And...” Another deadly smirk, jerking his head towards the crimson toned saliva in the dirt. “I got first blood.” Not counting the million internal injuries they probably gave each other...and would keep giving. Because it was time for round two.
Akutsu smirked right back. “Good thing that doesn’t mean shit in this fight, then.” He got up off the ground, taking a moment to ready himself. The look on Kite’s face was more than enough to tell him that this wasn’t over yet. They were both breathing hard. Akutsu was swallowing blood, and Kite had just dislocated and relocated his shoulder. A part of Akutsu knew that this was kind of crazy. If they kept up, they could probably kill each other....and there was a bit of thrill in that knowledge. He’d never had such an even fight, and despite the risks, he was ready to keep going. He wanted to pin Kite, make sure the smaller guy couldn’t get up. He’d sit on him if he had to...
Akutsu was ready to go, seconds away from charging at him again...when his stomach growled. Loudly.
He nodded a little. It didn’t really count worth crap in this sort of fight. In fact, Kite had a feeling that the only way a winner would be declared would be when one of them...couldn’t get back up again. They would just beat each other to death until one of them just couldn’t stand. He was determined to make that person him...though a part of him recognized that it could easily also be Akutsu that might be the one to get back up in the end. It was wonderful...to go all out against someone like this. To be so evenly matched. And now he knew that Akutsu lived up to the hype. It gave him a warm feeling to know that here was another person who could seriously challenge him.
He readied himself for the next strike when he heard it. A small embarrassing echo, agreeing with the first. He looked at Akutsu and then down with a dark frown. His stomach had joined the taller teen’s in turning traitor. He wondered if the other had skipped the morning meal as well, just to go and kick ass. He shook his head and dropped his fighting stance to readjust his glasses yet again. “You like pork?” Like they hadn’t just been trying to kill one another.
“.....” Akutsu blinked. That...was it? Well, given the circumstances, it made sense, even if it was a little disappointing. Still, it had been an incredible match. They’d both been able to catch the other by surprise, even despite Akutsu’s formal training being much more limited than Kite’s apparently was. “Pork’s good,” he nodded as he felt something warm and furry at his feet. “....damn dog.” Chewed through the rope, apparently.
He was a bit disappointed too, but they could always play again. But now that the fight was over, he knew he was going to back to sit down eventually. And he knew his ribs were going to really start hurting him. His shoulder already hurt and the pangs in his chest were starting to grow. “I’ll give your friend some too.” He stated and crossed the gap, to hold out his hand as if to shake. “I got some. And some booze as well. Best painkiller I have.” Other than the painkiller that Oishi had given him....the painkiller he had yet to take another dose of. “Let’s go....Akutsu.” Not quite first names, but at least it wasn’t an insult. Their match could restart at another time, probably from square one....with words.
Extending his own arm, Akutsu took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. The others on the island were good...but Kite was better. “Sounds good to me, Kite.” He gave the guy a friendly grin. Truce.
For now.
What: Round one, fight!
Where: a nice deserted clearing
When: right after this post
Rating: R for violence, and standard Akutsu warnings apply.
Comments: go for it
He had been trying to be a good boy...Or as good as he could be. A part of him just couldn't help but keep picking fights with Akutsu Jin. The much taller punk reminded him too much of his boys back home and their little verbal battles were often the high light of his time on the journal system. He missed his boys and Jin sort of filled that strange void in the volatile buchou. But the messages were getting more and more provoking. They were taking off the kid’s gloves and then Kite had called Jin a softie...and Jin had called Kite a coward. And now, he was stalking across the jungle to get to the proper spot while still continuing their Internet fight.
He sent his last message as soon as he saw the pale haired thug. So...he swished did he. He would show the main lander just how dangerous his strange gait he had. One moment, he was still where Jin had last seen him, the next the Okinawan yanki was right there, as if he had just teleported, taking a nice hard high kick aimed right at Akutsu’s head.
Akutsu was glad he’d taken the moment to tie up the puppy, because the little thing would’ve gotten trampled on just then. He’d been prepared for Kite to come, to go straight to attacking...but that fucker was fast. In the blink of an eye, he’d closed so much distance... Akutsu barely had time to dodge the kick, and he couldn’t get far enough fast enough. He felt the blow against his head - perhaps not quite as strongly as it’d been intended, but it was strong enough to hurt, to knock him off balance. He did manage to catch hold of Kite’s ankle, mainly to regain his own balance, but while he held it he took advantage of his longer legs and kicked, going straight for Kite’s stomach. He couldn’t help a grin. They’d just started, and already Kite was showing Akutsu that he’d underestimated him. This was gonna be good.
He knew a kick right off the bat was a huge opening. He didn’t often leave such openings, but he had been angry and he had wanted to let Akutsu see just why it was not wise to mock him. But there was going to be more mocking. Because that was who they were. That’s what they did. And he was looking forward to that as well. But he wasn’t at all looking forward to any blow to his mid-section. He wasn’t exactly where he wished he could be, but he could go through it. It was good that a part of him liked the twinge of pain.
The grip on his ankle was stronger than he anticipated, be he didn’t lose his balance. He was one of the few people who had such a since of his center. For being such a think scrawy looking guy, Akutsu had power behind his hits.
He took the hit without flinching and twisted.He had been fighting in the circuit against all sorts. His goal now was to free his foot. Either with another kick with his other foot, which would earn Akutsu the points for giving the first flight of the day. Points Kite would happily earn back later.
His other foot left the ground and his knee went up and over so that his momentum would twist his leg out of Akutsu’s grasp and send him far enough away. He was certain to land on his feet. He wouldn’t lose his cool by landing on his ass. Not in front of Akutsu.
Akutsu held on as long as he could, but that little trick of Kite’s made him let go. He knew, like instinct, that the instant Kite was on his feet again, he’d attack. Akutsu would do the same in that situation, and he had no intention of letting him. A long stride closed the distance again and he let a quick series of jabs fly (borrowing a boxing move he’d picked up from Sengoku), all aimed above the belt, at least for now. He had to keep their fight a close-quarters one. Had to not let Kite get away, because with speed like that guy had, if Akutsu gave him a chance, he’d get out of reach. Spry little bastard.
So, it was boxing now. That settled it. The much taller teen would definitely do well in the Mixed Martial Arts. A distance fighter who relied on speed was at a disadvantage. Even more so with a person so much taller than him. But Kite had fought against Chinen. Chinen who was more orangutan than human when it came to reach. And the way to defeat a longer reach was to step in. It meant taking more blows than he wanted, but he could take the pain.
He moved in, taking those jabs, and deflecting those that looked like they might actually hit his still sore area. It was almost like a dance, the way he slid in between the rain of jabs. He’d give it to Akutsu. Those hurt. But he would make sure Akutsu hurt just as much. His smirk was dark and his glasses flashes dangerously. Akutsu wasn’t the only one that could switch styles. Flat palm strike to the solar plexus. He might prefer aerial combat with more kicks and sweeps from his bujutsu, but he had started a few years ago to do Muay Tai. And then there was his secret love of the Brizalian art, Capoeira. He had a feeling, he’d be doing that and more before this little match of theirs was over.
Kite’s blow hit Akutsu hard, knocking a fair bit of wind out of him. The skinny-ass was dangerous up close and from a distance, huh? Good to know. Akutsu growled, both frustrated and motivated. Kite made for a well-rounded opponent, which got his blood boiling. He couldn’t let up, couldn’t give him openings... He let the blow to his chest knock him back a bit, just enough to give him room to let another kick fly at Kite’s head, in return for the initial blow. The instant his foot hit ground again, he charged forward, fist aiming right at Kite’s chest. Maybe a low blow, aiming for something already hurt, but hey. He never said he wouldn’t.
He didn’t care about dirty fighting. He was from Higa. And fighting dirty was just another fact of life. In a war between himself and his opponent, he would happily attack the weakest areas. So he didn’t blame Akutsu for going for the ribs...maybe even encouraged it. It meant that this wasn’t just some game to him. That this was serious business. That he was a threat. He liked that. He ribs however, would not. Plus, he had a promise to keep. He might have broken the one to the guy he was wanting to screw into next week, but this was one he was keeping.
The side step was a little strange, more fluid than before. One hand on the arm and then the other and then muscles were coiling and momentum was changing. Kite watched Akutsu go sailing. He had promised a flight. A flight had been delivered. And it gave him a moment to recover, to reposition. He’s attack the moment the other landed. He was just as dirty. He’d kick a fallen man...though a part of him doubted that Akutsu would fall. And a part of him though that Akutsu was too light. Then again, even Kite had a great deal of trouble hurling certain fat asses.
Akutsu’s eyes went wide the instant he was airborne. This guy...constantly, constantly proving himself to be a tougher opponent than Akutsu had given him credit for. It was getting damn easy to see why people called him The Hitman.
He twisted as he flew, until he was able to land not on his ass. Both hands on the ground, and the toes of both feet...almost like a sprinter at the ready, waiting for the gunshot. The instant he landed, he pushed against the momentum and charged right back into the fray. The less time Kite had to recalibrate himself, the better, and Akutsu connected a shoulder with Kite’s stomach. He used that as a pivot point as he gripped Kite’s ankles and lifted, tossing the guy over his shoulder. Throw for throw.
Kite had never...ever seen anyone land quite like that. For a moment, it reminded him of a cat that had just landed. And with those narrow eyes and that thin frame, wasn’t that just what Akutsu was. A nasty, lanky stray alley cat. A cat that knew not to let the other get his baring back. Even more....Akutsu was fast, with that strange stance of his. Speed and power and Kite supposed that he deserved it for not attacking immediately. There was no resetting. There was no going back to their corners. This wasn’t a sanctioned fight in the ring. This was a street fight, only with sand and surf.
Like Akutsu, Kite landed well. Unlike him, because of how he had been thrown, it was not on his feet. His hand , but then he was spinning on his palm and using that momentum to pop him back upright, on both feet. Then he was adjusting his glasses just slightly before re-entering the fray. Once more, teleporting himself into range of those long, dangerous arms with his own powerful punches coming before him.
There was just no stopping that guy! Bastard even had time to fuck with his glasses. That was just fucking showing off. In the moment that Akutsu thought, though, Kite was back in front of him, coming in hard and fast, again. He braced himself against the blows, taking them despite how bad they fucking hurt. It gave him a half a second to plan, which he didn’t usually do, but against a guy like this, one couldn’t win with brawn alone. Akutsu grabbed one arm, catching it in a grip hard enough to bruise to make sure Kite couldn’t get away. Then, with a sweep of his leg and a shift of his body weight, he took Kite’s legs out from under him and all but shoved him down to his back.
A take down. He should have seen it coming. There were types in the MMA world. One of them was one Kite lovingly called the “ground and pound”. He didn’t like those types at all. He stills relied greatly on his balance and keeping upright. His capoeira had been a godsend because he could ground fight that way. He just didn’t have to like it. And he was sure the look on his face with his back hit the ground was enough to prove how much he hated take downs.
He wouldn’t let himself be pinned for long. He wouldn’t let Akutsu be on top of him that long. Hard lank body against hard compact frame. He was going to put up a damn valiant fight to get himself back to his feet. One powerful leg sliding up that thin torso to get under and then a knee was moving. If Akutsu wanted to see what happened on the ground, he would show him. No groin shots because Kite wouldn’t play that dirty just yet. But he needed enough space to execute his escape, a sliding move that ended up in a whirlwind of spinning legs.
Well. It hadn’t lasted long, but at least he could say he’d gotten Kite on his back, writhing beneath him. It was enough for Akutsu that he’d managed to pin the guy even if only for a moment. It meant there was a way to get him, after all. Determined to use it, Akutsu grabbed Kite’s shirt, not letting him get far, and threw his weight at him again in an effort to keep him down. He grabbed Kite’s arm again with his free hand and twisted it around behind the guy’s back, legs doing their best to make sure Kite kept off his feet.
He was not going to let it happen again. Even as he felt his arm wrench behind him in a position that wasn’t at all pleasent. It hurt and it was going to hurt even more very soon. Only a crazy person...or an utter masochist would do what Kite was about to do. He supposed right now, in the heat of battle, he was a bit of both. Instead of shying away and letting himself get put back into that compromising position, he moved backwards, making his arm move at an even more painful angle. He could pop the joint back in place later. In fact, he could hear the sound of it popping to get where he wanted to be. A head shorter than Akutsu meant one thing. Right under him and then thrust upward as hard as he could the top of his head striking the bottom of Akutsu’s jaw with enough force that Kite saw stars for a moment.
Akutsu’s eyes widened when he heard Kite dislocate his own shoulder. Fucking crazy little bastard... That took balls, and it caught Akutsu off-guard for what came next. The sudden upward blow, the impact of Kite’s skull against his jaw making Akutsu literally bite his own tongue and taste copper. He rolled to his side and spat out a bit of blood - no teeth, thank whoever - then grabbed a fist full of the back of Kite’s hair and shoved the guy’s face to the dirt while he tried to let his head stop spinning. “That....fucking hurt...” he grumbled between deep breaths.
He groaned just slightly. His shoulder hurt like his ribs hurt. It was getting hard to ignore the second. The only thing that was keeping him going was the adrenaline. And Akutsu provided quite the rush. He hadn’t gotten this good of a fight in...well...forever. He hated the taste of dirt even more and even as the other grumbled, his free arm brought an elbow back, in order to get himself free and regain his feet. Another sickening pop as he pushed his arm back into place before his hands went to to push his hair back. His look changed. From violent to down right murderous. No one....No one touched the hair. “It’s supposed to.” He snarled back. And it was going to hurt more. “And...” Another deadly smirk, jerking his head towards the crimson toned saliva in the dirt. “I got first blood.” Not counting the million internal injuries they probably gave each other...and would keep giving. Because it was time for round two.
Akutsu smirked right back. “Good thing that doesn’t mean shit in this fight, then.” He got up off the ground, taking a moment to ready himself. The look on Kite’s face was more than enough to tell him that this wasn’t over yet. They were both breathing hard. Akutsu was swallowing blood, and Kite had just dislocated and relocated his shoulder. A part of Akutsu knew that this was kind of crazy. If they kept up, they could probably kill each other....and there was a bit of thrill in that knowledge. He’d never had such an even fight, and despite the risks, he was ready to keep going. He wanted to pin Kite, make sure the smaller guy couldn’t get up. He’d sit on him if he had to...
Akutsu was ready to go, seconds away from charging at him again...when his stomach growled. Loudly.
He nodded a little. It didn’t really count worth crap in this sort of fight. In fact, Kite had a feeling that the only way a winner would be declared would be when one of them...couldn’t get back up again. They would just beat each other to death until one of them just couldn’t stand. He was determined to make that person him...though a part of him recognized that it could easily also be Akutsu that might be the one to get back up in the end. It was wonderful...to go all out against someone like this. To be so evenly matched. And now he knew that Akutsu lived up to the hype. It gave him a warm feeling to know that here was another person who could seriously challenge him.
He readied himself for the next strike when he heard it. A small embarrassing echo, agreeing with the first. He looked at Akutsu and then down with a dark frown. His stomach had joined the taller teen’s in turning traitor. He wondered if the other had skipped the morning meal as well, just to go and kick ass. He shook his head and dropped his fighting stance to readjust his glasses yet again. “You like pork?” Like they hadn’t just been trying to kill one another.
“.....” Akutsu blinked. That...was it? Well, given the circumstances, it made sense, even if it was a little disappointing. Still, it had been an incredible match. They’d both been able to catch the other by surprise, even despite Akutsu’s formal training being much more limited than Kite’s apparently was. “Pork’s good,” he nodded as he felt something warm and furry at his feet. “....damn dog.” Chewed through the rope, apparently.
He was a bit disappointed too, but they could always play again. But now that the fight was over, he knew he was going to back to sit down eventually. And he knew his ribs were going to really start hurting him. His shoulder already hurt and the pangs in his chest were starting to grow. “I’ll give your friend some too.” He stated and crossed the gap, to hold out his hand as if to shake. “I got some. And some booze as well. Best painkiller I have.” Other than the painkiller that Oishi had given him....the painkiller he had yet to take another dose of. “Let’s go....Akutsu.” Not quite first names, but at least it wasn’t an insult. Their match could restart at another time, probably from square one....with words.
Extending his own arm, Akutsu took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. The others on the island were good...but Kite was better. “Sounds good to me, Kite.” He gave the guy a friendly grin. Truce.
For now.