Suzaku walked around a bit after lunch to let himself digest before heading towards the park. He'd decided to take Lelouch's suggestion, however much in jest it had been, and he wasn't stupid enough to do it on a full stomach.
He didn't feel like doing pull-ups, however. Suzaku found an unoccupied corner of the park, where there was an open stretch of grass, and began to roll out his joints. He really shouldn't have gone so long without doing anything to keep himself in shape, as important as it was to make contacts among the patients. His primary duty was to defend Lelouch, and he could hardly do that if it took him this long to loosen up.
Finally feeling like he had stretched enough, Suzaku stopped and looked around, hesitating for a moment. The clothes he had been given might look decent, but he really didn't want to have to practice in jeans, especially not ones this tight. For that matter, he wished he could do some sword practice. . . Oh well. There was nothing he could do about it, and he did need to stay in shape.
( ... )
Lunch didn't taste so good, but it was free and she wasn't picky so she ate it, demanded for seconds and got nothing. After a walk down the streets and realizing that this was just a boring town with no local kids to bully, she headed for the park.
She could at least find a bench to sleep in or watch the people walk by. She yawned. Stupid little boring to-- HEY WHAT WAS THAT?
Punches. Kicks. Nobody was getting hit, it was just a boy, not much older than her, training. Maybe. She had nothing to do with him, and she wasn't particularly interested in making friends but she wanted to watch him train.
And soon watching wasn't enough. She wanted to train. The hospital was filled with monsters, and Chise and Evangeline can't fight worth shit so she had to be extra strong for them. Without saying a word, she stood next to him and copied everything he did.
For a split second Suzaku didn't notice, so absorbed in the exercises as he was. It was easy to lose himself in the feel of his body, not having to worry about anything but the proper weight distribution, the perfection of his stance -- but he was still a trained soldier, quick to observe anyone approaching him. He raised his eyebrows, watching the girl out of his peripheral vision even as he continued training. At first he'd thought she was just familiar with the same style, but no, he was pretty sure she was copying. Which was perfectly fine, because how else do you learn, but to start doing it without even a greeting, let alone asking for permission -- it was a little amusing. She looked pretty young, after all
( ... )
She nodded. She liked watching martial arts movies, copying the moves and using the said copied moves on unsuspecting people. When her family was still intact, she copied from her father and her brother when they were training. I guess you could say that she did martial arts, to some extent.
"It makes people strong." She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her coat sleeve. "I have to get strong so I could--" Protect people? Take care of her room mate and her friends? Not get mobbed by monsters and pedophiles in the dark of the night? "-- slap people around." That was what she ended up saying, a general but easily misinterpreted version of what she planned to do with her martial arts.
"Slap people around?" He raised an eyebrow again. That wasn't the most noble reason to learn to defend yourself and others. He couldn't really believe she meant it, it just sounded ridiculous. Then again, she was young, and if she had been allowed to live a normal life she shouldn't have a reason to use it for anything else at that age.
Whatever, it was still a good skill to learn. And what she did wasn't any of his business, anyway. He wasn't going to try to stop her from learning from him. "Yeah, I am -- I'm pretty strong." There was no point in being modest. He didn't think he was the best in the world, but he was good, good enough to feel confident in most situations. "I have to be so I can --" protect people, protect the ones left alive, protect Lelouch "-- fix the problems in the world.
"You can keep following along, if you want." He smiled, before launching into a more complicated series of movements, curious to see whether she could keep up.
"That's stupid. You can't fix the problems in the world." She thought he was strong, but not that strong. And now in her mind he was tagged as both strong (for a human) and stupid, possibly suicidal. Not that she minded, so long as she doesn't see him die.
"Round 2?" She followed his every move. It was nothing compared to copying her father.
Suzaku bit the inside of his cheek even as he concentrated on the movements of the kata. There was no sense in getting angry at her, not when that was a reasonable opinion. Anyone with sense might think that, that there wasn't a chance, and they might be right. Not that it mattered. "Maybe I can't, but I will," he said shortly, not caring if it didn't make any sense to her. It didn't have to, because it made sense to him, and probably to Lelouch too
( ... )
That made no sense. She was young and possibly stupid, but she bet it still made no sense if she were some old man nuclear physicist. And she would have said it to, had she not have to concentrate on her breathing. He certainly knew his martial arts. He might even better than Jackie Chan and his big nose
( ... )
He didn't feel like doing pull-ups, however. Suzaku found an unoccupied corner of the park, where there was an open stretch of grass, and began to roll out his joints. He really shouldn't have gone so long without doing anything to keep himself in shape, as important as it was to make contacts among the patients. His primary duty was to defend Lelouch, and he could hardly do that if it took him this long to loosen up.
Finally feeling like he had stretched enough, Suzaku stopped and looked around, hesitating for a moment. The clothes he had been given might look decent, but he really didn't want to have to practice in jeans, especially not ones this tight. For that matter, he wished he could do some sword practice. . . Oh well. There was nothing he could do about it, and he did need to stay in shape. ( ... )
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She could at least find a bench to sleep in or watch the people walk by. She yawned. Stupid little boring to-- HEY WHAT WAS THAT?
Punches. Kicks. Nobody was getting hit, it was just a boy, not much older than her, training. Maybe. She had nothing to do with him, and she wasn't particularly interested in making friends but she wanted to watch him train.
And soon watching wasn't enough. She wanted to train. The hospital was filled with monsters, and Chise and Evangeline can't fight worth shit so she had to be extra strong for them. Without saying a word, she stood next to him and copied everything he did.
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"It makes people strong." She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her coat sleeve. "I have to get strong so I could--" Protect people? Take care of her room mate and her friends? Not get mobbed by monsters and pedophiles in the dark of the night? "-- slap people around." That was what she ended up saying, a general but easily misinterpreted version of what she planned to do with her martial arts.
"You're strong, aren't you, bro?"
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Whatever, it was still a good skill to learn. And what she did wasn't any of his business, anyway. He wasn't going to try to stop her from learning from him. "Yeah, I am -- I'm pretty strong." There was no point in being modest. He didn't think he was the best in the world, but he was good, good enough to feel confident in most situations. "I have to be so I can --" protect people, protect the ones left alive, protect Lelouch "-- fix the problems in the world.
"You can keep following along, if you want." He smiled, before launching into a more complicated series of movements, curious to see whether she could keep up.
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"Round 2?" She followed his every move. It was nothing compared to copying her father.
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