OOC Log Post: Reborn and Nanami Duel
Who: Reborn and Nanami
What: Nanami shows Reborn what she’s learned as the two duel it out
Where: On deck of the Vongola III or IV or whatever it is now
When: This evening
Warnings: Keep insulin at the ready, off-handed death by poison, you may get whiplash from sudden fluff (and then get stomped on by a herd of sheep.)
The rich blond was leaning against the ships railing while eyeing the long curved blade of her sword. It had been a long two weeks of rigorous training. Kitten scratches and almost completely faded red food coloring aside, she looked relatively unscathed by the exercises, but Nanami truly believed she had improved and she was ready to show Reborn the fruits of her labor. Her violet eyes snapped over to the stairs as she heard approaching footsteps and she stood up straight and proud. "Good evening, Master Reborn."
Nanami had been very dedicated all week to her training, and Reborn was proud of her progress. He was looking forward to an interesting final match, particularly since she'd surprised him so during the first, when he'd merely been testing her skill and prowess. He often made a game of guessing where his students would improve the most; Nanami's footwork would be a given, but he hoped she'd learned some of the stillness and patience he intended she get from the apparently random activities of fishing and kitten-sitting. "Good evening," he said, as he leaned against the railing, the wind stirring his hair just slightly under his hat. "Ready to show me what you've learned?"
She had become used to his older form by now but she watched him intently as he approached. Her eyes narrowed in a dangerous smile as she thought about how exciting it would be to knock his hat right off his head. Who would have thought that a well brought up girl from a wealthy upstanding family would be facing off against a mafia hitman. Her heart fluttered nervously for a moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid but she knew Reborn would never hurt her. She tucked the hilt of her sword under her arm slid her dagger out of its second home up her sleeve. "Of course," she replied with confidence.
Reborn pulled his sword out from its sheath and, keeping it in his other hand, stepped away from the railing into the open deck space, getting into a ready stance. "Whenever you're ready, Nanami," he said invitingly.
Nanami followed Reborn toward the center of the deck, rolled her neck and slowly let out her breath and looked up at him with a determined expression. She took her normal stance while eyeing the green rose that was tucked into Reborn’s dress jacket. "Here I come," she breathed out slightly louder than a whisper and with that, she pushed off her back foot and charged at Reborn.
Her speed, already very impressive, had improved even more from just two weeks ago - an improvement obviously attributed to her running laps, but perhaps less overtly to chasing eager clumsy kittens up and down the deck as well. He sidestepped her charge smoothly, but noted that she turned rather quickly, aiming for him again. This time, their swords met with a clang.
She was on the offence planning to deliver attack after attack and she pressed her sword hard against his even though he was likely to overpower her rather quickly, she rapidly sliced her dagger toward the delicate flower on his chest, even if she couldn’t get a hit, he’d have to back off even if just slightly.
Reborn twisted at the last instant - if she managed to cut his rose, the match was over, after all - and the point of the dagger dragged along the material of suit jacket, ripping a long line down the sleeve. He fended her off, and stepped back for a moment, checking for any other damage...
Nanami felt her dagger catch something and it didn’t feel like a rose, she hopped back as well and looked him over with an almost horrified look. "M…master Reborn? A…are you okay!?"
Well, nothing was damaged other than his suit, and suddenly Reborn was very glad he hadn't worn the Brioni today. "Nothing serious," he reassured her, and slipped off the jacket to hang it over the railing, pausing only to remove the rose and refasten it to his shirt pocket, facing Nanami in only his button-down and a black tie. "Shall we continue?" He said smoothly, and this time he is the one who approaches, closing the distance between them quickly.
Her weapons waited down at her sides as she watched the man to remove his jacket. He almost looked odd in the white shirt because she had only seen him in his full suit before. She had only a brief moment to regain her stance as he came at her, her grip on her sword nearly slipping as it met once again with Reborn’s. She brought her dagger up to help block her rose from the sword that threatened to remove the petals.
"Much faster," he remarked approvingly, watching Nanami from over their crossed swords (and dagger), before stepping away to prepare another attack.
Nanami let a partial smile take over her lips at his words; she was still concentrating on the fight even though she was probably now too overconfident as she decided to not let him recover and followed him while he backed away slicing her sword upward toward the rose.
He let her push the advantage, though he very definitively refused to let her win; he avoided her follow-through with a quick backstep and twirled on his heel to meet her blade with his own. "Very excellent footwork," he pointed out as she matched his spin, their swords met again...
She somehow felt more alive than she had been in months, Reborn’s movement and spin was graceful like a waltz. She did all she could do to keep up while he led her through this somewhat vicious dance. His strength pushed her sword back and she quickstepped back in an attempt to catch her breath.
He frowned briefly, "Must remember to work a bit more on your endurance," but Nanami was clearly not exhausted, simply trying to regain her footing. A split second before she was ready, he stepped forward, raising his sword...
The girl returned the frown; she hated running long distances, but she didn’t have time to pout as Reborn was already attacking. All she could do was parry the quick slices as she retreated backward. Her concentration was broken when a thrashing sound was heard just off the side of the boat. She jerked her head in that direction as a giant scaly object hurdled over the railing in her very direction! The blond only managed to get out a pathetic yelp as she froze in place.
Reborn heard the fish - the Sea King, really, with fins that large - a moment before it shifted up onto the deck and railing, but he was already moving, grabbing Nanami (carefully) and pulling her back before grabbing his discarded suit jacket and tossing it into the Sea King's mouth. He turned his back on it, entirely unconcerned. "Are you all right, Nanami?"
Nanami’s world was spinning she had dropped her weapons which faded out of existence when Reborn moved her out of harm’s way. Somehow she found herself on the ground looking up at Reborn as he stood over her. "…" Her mouth opened but she couldn’t form words at the moment.
Behind them, the Sea King swallowed Reborn's suit jacket in one gulp. "You're not hurt?" He asked solicitously, still ignoring the Sea King, which was starting to change color and writhe somewhat painfully, causing the entire ship to shift in the wake of the waves.
"I…" She managed to get out as the boat swayed, a light blush swept across her cheeks.
Reborn held out a hand for her to take if she chose as the Sea King started to sink behind them, face frozen in a surprised look, a scrap of the material Reborn's jacket still hanging out of its teeth.
Nanami reached up for his hand and grasped it allowing him to help her up. She glanced back at where the monster had appeared. Reborn had just saved her from a more than likely painful and rather disgusting death. She tilted her head and stared up into his eyes and then asked the one question that was now weighing on her mind, "What exactly was your coat made out of?"
"Not the coat, exactly," he laughed. "Just what was in my pocket. I'd forgotten it was there, actually" He turned away to lean on the railing, looking out and down. "I didn't expect purple and pink spots though." He muttered. "That's new."
She laughed timidly realizing that whatever that was could have leaked onto her when she cut into his jacket. She inched up warily behind Reborn and slowly grasped his sleeve with a hand like a shy child and peeked out into the water below. Indeed, purple and pink spots.
He let Nanami hold on to his shirtsleeve patiently as she looked down at the former Sea King in slightly horrified fascination. "Don't worry," he said reassuringly, "the powder is actually only effective when ingested. I kept a very small amount of it in the lining - three layers of packaging - so I wouldn't be too concerned."
She stared down at the creature as Reborn spoke feeling only a little better. She didn’t want to ask what he normally used it for so she didn’t ask. Nanami released her grip on Reborn’s sleeve and pulled the yellow rose off of her uniform holding it out over the water where she let go. It made no sound as it hit the water and floated next to where the Sea King was disappearing. She turned around slunk down against the railing until she was sitting on the deck. "I’m tired, we can continue some other time," she stated as if nothing happened.
Reborn frowned, but he was concerned now. He unpinned his own rose, and pressed it into Nanami's hand, sheathing his own sword afterwards. "You've improved a lot, Nanami," he says, his tone genuine, not overstated or overly effusive. "I look forward to our rematch whenever you feel up to it."
The blond smiled up at him weakly, but she knew that she had a long way to go before she ever caught up to him in skill. She fingered the petals on the green rose absently until her eyelids slid shut and she drifted off to sleep.
He watched the Sea King until it disappeared beneath the waves, and when he turned to check on Nanami, found that she had fallen asleep. He smiled and carefully gathered her up, taking some care not to dislodge the rose. As he tucked her into bed, the rose fell from her slack fingers, and he bent to pick it up, intending to put it back in her hand... but he changed his mind.
The next morning, on her bedside table, there is a vase holding a bouquet of yellow roses with the green one hidden in the very center.
What: Nanami shows Reborn what she’s learned as the two duel it out
Where: On deck of the Vongola III or IV or whatever it is now
When: This evening
Warnings: Keep insulin at the ready, off-handed death by poison, you may get whiplash from sudden fluff (and then get stomped on by a herd of sheep.)
The rich blond was leaning against the ships railing while eyeing the long curved blade of her sword. It had been a long two weeks of rigorous training. Kitten scratches and almost completely faded red food coloring aside, she looked relatively unscathed by the exercises, but Nanami truly believed she had improved and she was ready to show Reborn the fruits of her labor. Her violet eyes snapped over to the stairs as she heard approaching footsteps and she stood up straight and proud. "Good evening, Master Reborn."
Nanami had been very dedicated all week to her training, and Reborn was proud of her progress. He was looking forward to an interesting final match, particularly since she'd surprised him so during the first, when he'd merely been testing her skill and prowess. He often made a game of guessing where his students would improve the most; Nanami's footwork would be a given, but he hoped she'd learned some of the stillness and patience he intended she get from the apparently random activities of fishing and kitten-sitting. "Good evening," he said, as he leaned against the railing, the wind stirring his hair just slightly under his hat. "Ready to show me what you've learned?"
She had become used to his older form by now but she watched him intently as he approached. Her eyes narrowed in a dangerous smile as she thought about how exciting it would be to knock his hat right off his head. Who would have thought that a well brought up girl from a wealthy upstanding family would be facing off against a mafia hitman. Her heart fluttered nervously for a moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid but she knew Reborn would never hurt her. She tucked the hilt of her sword under her arm slid her dagger out of its second home up her sleeve. "Of course," she replied with confidence.
Reborn pulled his sword out from its sheath and, keeping it in his other hand, stepped away from the railing into the open deck space, getting into a ready stance. "Whenever you're ready, Nanami," he said invitingly.
Nanami followed Reborn toward the center of the deck, rolled her neck and slowly let out her breath and looked up at him with a determined expression. She took her normal stance while eyeing the green rose that was tucked into Reborn’s dress jacket. "Here I come," she breathed out slightly louder than a whisper and with that, she pushed off her back foot and charged at Reborn.
Her speed, already very impressive, had improved even more from just two weeks ago - an improvement obviously attributed to her running laps, but perhaps less overtly to chasing eager clumsy kittens up and down the deck as well. He sidestepped her charge smoothly, but noted that she turned rather quickly, aiming for him again. This time, their swords met with a clang.
She was on the offence planning to deliver attack after attack and she pressed her sword hard against his even though he was likely to overpower her rather quickly, she rapidly sliced her dagger toward the delicate flower on his chest, even if she couldn’t get a hit, he’d have to back off even if just slightly.
Reborn twisted at the last instant - if she managed to cut his rose, the match was over, after all - and the point of the dagger dragged along the material of suit jacket, ripping a long line down the sleeve. He fended her off, and stepped back for a moment, checking for any other damage...
Nanami felt her dagger catch something and it didn’t feel like a rose, she hopped back as well and looked him over with an almost horrified look. "M…master Reborn? A…are you okay!?"
Well, nothing was damaged other than his suit, and suddenly Reborn was very glad he hadn't worn the Brioni today. "Nothing serious," he reassured her, and slipped off the jacket to hang it over the railing, pausing only to remove the rose and refasten it to his shirt pocket, facing Nanami in only his button-down and a black tie. "Shall we continue?" He said smoothly, and this time he is the one who approaches, closing the distance between them quickly.
Her weapons waited down at her sides as she watched the man to remove his jacket. He almost looked odd in the white shirt because she had only seen him in his full suit before. She had only a brief moment to regain her stance as he came at her, her grip on her sword nearly slipping as it met once again with Reborn’s. She brought her dagger up to help block her rose from the sword that threatened to remove the petals.
"Much faster," he remarked approvingly, watching Nanami from over their crossed swords (and dagger), before stepping away to prepare another attack.
Nanami let a partial smile take over her lips at his words; she was still concentrating on the fight even though she was probably now too overconfident as she decided to not let him recover and followed him while he backed away slicing her sword upward toward the rose.
He let her push the advantage, though he very definitively refused to let her win; he avoided her follow-through with a quick backstep and twirled on his heel to meet her blade with his own. "Very excellent footwork," he pointed out as she matched his spin, their swords met again...
She somehow felt more alive than she had been in months, Reborn’s movement and spin was graceful like a waltz. She did all she could do to keep up while he led her through this somewhat vicious dance. His strength pushed her sword back and she quickstepped back in an attempt to catch her breath.
He frowned briefly, "Must remember to work a bit more on your endurance," but Nanami was clearly not exhausted, simply trying to regain her footing. A split second before she was ready, he stepped forward, raising his sword...
The girl returned the frown; she hated running long distances, but she didn’t have time to pout as Reborn was already attacking. All she could do was parry the quick slices as she retreated backward. Her concentration was broken when a thrashing sound was heard just off the side of the boat. She jerked her head in that direction as a giant scaly object hurdled over the railing in her very direction! The blond only managed to get out a pathetic yelp as she froze in place.
Reborn heard the fish - the Sea King, really, with fins that large - a moment before it shifted up onto the deck and railing, but he was already moving, grabbing Nanami (carefully) and pulling her back before grabbing his discarded suit jacket and tossing it into the Sea King's mouth. He turned his back on it, entirely unconcerned. "Are you all right, Nanami?"
Nanami’s world was spinning she had dropped her weapons which faded out of existence when Reborn moved her out of harm’s way. Somehow she found herself on the ground looking up at Reborn as he stood over her. "…" Her mouth opened but she couldn’t form words at the moment.
Behind them, the Sea King swallowed Reborn's suit jacket in one gulp. "You're not hurt?" He asked solicitously, still ignoring the Sea King, which was starting to change color and writhe somewhat painfully, causing the entire ship to shift in the wake of the waves.
"I…" She managed to get out as the boat swayed, a light blush swept across her cheeks.
Reborn held out a hand for her to take if she chose as the Sea King started to sink behind them, face frozen in a surprised look, a scrap of the material Reborn's jacket still hanging out of its teeth.
Nanami reached up for his hand and grasped it allowing him to help her up. She glanced back at where the monster had appeared. Reborn had just saved her from a more than likely painful and rather disgusting death. She tilted her head and stared up into his eyes and then asked the one question that was now weighing on her mind, "What exactly was your coat made out of?"
"Not the coat, exactly," he laughed. "Just what was in my pocket. I'd forgotten it was there, actually" He turned away to lean on the railing, looking out and down. "I didn't expect purple and pink spots though." He muttered. "That's new."
She laughed timidly realizing that whatever that was could have leaked onto her when she cut into his jacket. She inched up warily behind Reborn and slowly grasped his sleeve with a hand like a shy child and peeked out into the water below. Indeed, purple and pink spots.
He let Nanami hold on to his shirtsleeve patiently as she looked down at the former Sea King in slightly horrified fascination. "Don't worry," he said reassuringly, "the powder is actually only effective when ingested. I kept a very small amount of it in the lining - three layers of packaging - so I wouldn't be too concerned."
She stared down at the creature as Reborn spoke feeling only a little better. She didn’t want to ask what he normally used it for so she didn’t ask. Nanami released her grip on Reborn’s sleeve and pulled the yellow rose off of her uniform holding it out over the water where she let go. It made no sound as it hit the water and floated next to where the Sea King was disappearing. She turned around slunk down against the railing until she was sitting on the deck. "I’m tired, we can continue some other time," she stated as if nothing happened.
Reborn frowned, but he was concerned now. He unpinned his own rose, and pressed it into Nanami's hand, sheathing his own sword afterwards. "You've improved a lot, Nanami," he says, his tone genuine, not overstated or overly effusive. "I look forward to our rematch whenever you feel up to it."
The blond smiled up at him weakly, but she knew that she had a long way to go before she ever caught up to him in skill. She fingered the petals on the green rose absently until her eyelids slid shut and she drifted off to sleep.
He watched the Sea King until it disappeared beneath the waves, and when he turned to check on Nanami, found that she had fallen asleep. He smiled and carefully gathered her up, taking some care not to dislodge the rose. As he tucked her into bed, the rose fell from her slack fingers, and he bent to pick it up, intending to put it back in her hand... but he changed his mind.
The next morning, on her bedside table, there is a vase holding a bouquet of yellow roses with the green one hidden in the very center.