Minding your own business is harder than you think. (closed/complete)

[charredremnant]

WHO: Superbi Squalo (sword_master01) and Aoyagi Seimei (charredremnant)
WHAT: Seimei is picking up something to eat in a not-so-wonderful place, hoping to keep a low profile by lingering in the background of places that most people don't frequent.
WHERE: Random bar in a very, very bad area of town.
WHEN: A few days ago, a Thursday night (not as likely to run into many

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Rest of the log finished on AIM

[charredremnant]

"Yes. Just go...I'm tired of dealing with you." Squalo narrowed his eyes and then watched him. "If you don't have the money though...you can stay on the couch? Or I have a guest bedroom. But don't think I am doing this out of charity...You just interest me like I said. That and you're violent...I like that. It might be useful."

"You're tired of dealing with me, but I interest you, you like that I'm violent, and it might be useful." Seimei stared at him, deciding once and for all that this man made absolutely no sense. In fact, the sheer ridiculous nature of Squalo's reply temporarily made Seimei forget about stabbing him. That was, until the young man passed by while he spoke his last few words--he suddenly brought the hidden knife in with a deadly little flick of his wrist. The point headed straight for a spot between two of Squalo's ribs. If Seimei connected and twisted the knife, he knew that it would debilitate the other man.

He was expecting to be attacked again. Squalo growled and then grabbed the others wrist his other hand came up as he slapped the other across the face with then back of his hand. "See this is why I like you! You have spunk!" He laughed as he held onto the hand that had the wrist... He deliberately slid his finger across the blade slowly drawing blood as he chuckled. "Do you think...you can stop a man with a knife...do you know what my nick name is?" His eyes were light up with a slight insane spark. "They call me the sword emperor." With that he guided the hand with the knife down to Seimei's side as he pushed the other against the wall.

Seimei's eyes widened, though it was impossible to tell why--surprise, or maybe even fear would have been appropriate. But as they grew larger, until the whites of his eyes could be seen all around the black irises, the expression turned into that of rage, and he twisted in Squalo's grasp like a snake. The movements weren't uncontrolled, but unbelievably strong and calculated to break the other man's hold.

Not about to let Seimei get out of his grasp Squalo was quick to deliver an upper cut to the other mans stomach to disable him. He wasn't about to let Seimei think he could treat Squalo that way. He just chuckled, "I like your eyes...you're a murderer if not that then your just as twisted as some of the sick fucks I deal with. I kill people like you for a living...VOI UNDERSTAND?!" Squalo just laughed and gave a few more punches to Seimei's stomach for good measure.

Seimei let out a few sounds that could only be likened to an animal; they most certainly weren't human, and the punches caught him off guard. His teeth bared, he still continued to struggle until the last few punches were directed to his stomach, and he was almost thankful for the fact that he hadn't gotten a chance to eat his food before being interrupted. Seimei merely gasped with his head slightly tilted down, his dark eyes still large in fury. Then, inspired by a sudden burst of strength, he kneed Squalo in the kneecap, trying to force it in the opposite direction than it was supposed to bend.

Wincing as he let his leg be bent back he heard a pop, but it was just out of socket. If Squalo wasn't angry before he was certainly angry now as he reached up and again slammed Seimei's head against the wall harder than the first time. Then he took away the knife...both of them were splattered with the blood from the cut on his finger though...and the carpet was getting dirty.

Seimei's eyes threatened to roll back in his head from the impact of the hit against the wall, but he shook himself a little and stared at the man in front of him. The young man was panting, both in pain and the rush of adrenaline. His mind drifted to the knife strapped to his waist, and his eyes narrowed.