[log] Kikumaru Eiji + Mizuki Hajime
Who: Eiji and Mizuki
What: Confrontation in the cafeteria
When: October 14th, lunchtime
Where: Cafeteria
Warning: PG-13 for language and violence
It had only been a few days after the whole 'truth food' crap had finally worn off, but already Mizuki was missing it. Kinda. Just a little. It wasn't so much that he wanted to not be able to lie (because, honestly, he really loved hiding the truth) but it was more that he absolutely loved the look of horror on people's faces when they realized they had to answer his questions will 100% truthfulness.
Like Kikumaru for example. That week had caused quite a mess between them. Not that there was really much of a pleasant relationship there in the first place, but now it was more or less a mutual hatred. Actually, his dislike for Kikumaru almost rivaled that of his dislike for Fuji. Almost.
Still, Mizuki found that he couldn't help but provoke the redhead more and more, even when other people gave him hell for it. Especially now that Kikumaru was trying to say that his 'love for Fuji' wasn't true and that Mizuki had made all that drama up. That pissed him off. It was more than enough reason to continue to harp on that subject and to constantly give Kikumaru hell. Revenge was, after all, a bitch.
Mizuki smiled to himself mischievously as he closed his notebook and looked over his shoulder, watching the boy he'd been pestering for weeks at the other table. The cafeteria was relatively empty on his side, though perhaps it was because no one really wanted to sit near Mizuki for fear of becoming the next topic of his 'gossip'. "Ne~" He raised his voice a little so Kikumaru could hear him, though he kept it at a level that was just between them. "Eating alone today?"
Eiji was indeed eating alone. Not something that he particularly liked doing, but at the moment it was better than the ultimatum. Which was sitting down to eat surrounded by a bunch of people asking him about Fuji and if the rumors about everything were true.
The one subject that Eiji didn't want to talk about. Ever. With anyone.
However he hadn't taken the entire situation into account - which was why he found himself in his current situation. Staring down Mizuki Hajime - the devil himself. "Don't you have someone else's life to make miserable-nyo?" he asked rather vehemenantly. For some reason simply looking at the other boy pissed him off.
To be honest, Mizuki was surprised Kikumaru had chosen to sit here rather than with the group of people he usually sat with. Then again, Mizuki had noticed that those people never seemed like close friends to the redhead--not that he cared, but it was a noteable detail.
He gave a small smirk at the accusation and raised a brow, "Oh, there's no one more appropriate to torture right now than you, Kikumaru-kun." He'd been irritated since this morning, when he'd realized a certain belonging of his had been taken (Because Mizuki Hajime did not lose things. He just didn't.) and one of the main suspects was staring at him right now.
What was it about him that just made Eiji want to pull his hair out. He was sure that maybe, in a different setting - a different life, they may have gotten along. However....
"Oh really? Why's that?" he asked turning back to his food and stabbing it unceremoniously with his chopsticks (unknown to anyone else he was picturing the sushi to be Mizuki's severed head). Normally he might have dealt with the situation a little better (though not by much), but oddly enough his toothbrush, which he always set neatly beside the sink, had gone missing over night.
....and Eiji was pretty sure it had 'gone missing' into Mizuki's dorm room.
Mizuki forced a smile thought it was more malicious than kind. "Because you just keep asking for it, don't you~? First by sticking your nose where it didn't belong, then by harassing my boyfriend, then by denying the truth and trying to make me look like a liar..." And now by stealing my things. He wanted to add the last part, but didn't. It wasn't proven yet, he had to get a little more evidence from the conversation--or a little more pissed--before he'd accuse.
He had, after all, done the best he could with his hair this morning without it, and hopefully no one had noticed. But he knew, after a day, he wouldn't be able to keep it so easily hidden. His hair always tended to fall flat and horrible when he didn't style it. "I can only hope you've had a horrible morning, dear~"
With each word that came out of Mizuki's mouth Eiji became more and more pissed off. Everything Mizuki was saying was a flat out contradiction to the boys own actions (which really ticked him off). "Stop with the holier than thou crap-nyo~ You're just as bad as I am." He shut his eyes for a moment and decided not to protest against the Fuji-esk comment. He had already confessed to Mizuki...there really was no point in it. Though if the other asked him directly...well, that was a different story.
"As for my morning, it's been hell-nyo~ but I guess you would have figured that," he glared, baring his teeth (which lacked this morning their lovely twinkle).
Mizuki raised a brow yet again, resting his elbow on the table and setting his chin delicately on his palm. "I may have done some things that people find offensive, but I'm far better than you." He was convinced of it too.
"My morning has been unpleasant as well... I'm glad to see you're suffering too, especially since you deserve it." After taking my styling gel, you bastard. Again, he refrained from saying it but his eyes narrowed and something in them shone with accusation.
Eiji was used to Mizuki acting like the red-head had spit in his cheerios - however this morning there seemed to be a little more depth to the other boys hatred that Eiji couldn't quite fathom. "Nyo~, maybe in your mind, but I'm afraid the rest of the world sees it differently."
Of course there was a reason why Eiji was so vehement today as well.
"Oh I deserve it, do I?" When you're the one who stole MY toothbrush you prick, and now you're saying I deserve it. "And why is that, I wonder-nyo~?"
"You know damn well why," Mizuki answered, narrowing his eyes slightly before titling his chin up a bit in that superior-mode he often went into when dealing with people he disliked. "You really could have chosen a less childish form of revenge, you know."
Less what of what?!? If he hadn't been confused before he most certainly was now. Deep blue eyes watched Mizuki in honest confusion, trying to figure out what the other boy had meant. "Um...excuse me-nyo~, but shouldn't I be saying that to you, thief-san?"
Mizuki's face quickly mirrored the confused look, "Thief? Me? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, Kikumaru-kun." His eyes narrowed once more and he folded his arms over his chest, turning so the could see the other boy a bit more from where he sat.
"ExCUSE me~? I didn't take anything from you-nyo~" Eiji hissed between clenched teeth, sounding more like a cat than ever before. "How would I even get in your room?" he asked, glaring at the other chopstick in hand as if ready to plunge it through Mizuki's heart.
"How would I get in your room? More importantly, why would I even want to?" Mizuki sneered, eyes scanning the redhead from top to bottom and back again in obvious displeasure. "You're so sure that I'd be as low as you and steal something, but you're completely wrong."
"But I didn't steal anything~!!" he growled, his anger mounting along with his tone of voice. "Quit blaming me for your non-ability of keeping up with stuff-nyo~" He took a deep breath, pushing his lunch away from him. He had no appetite anymore. "And I don't know how you got in there, but no one else would have taken it-nyo~!"
Mizuki rolled his eyes, also abandoning his food, though he had eaten enough not to be hungry regardless. "I don't lose things. I'm not as stupid as some people." The tone and the way he glared made it clear that 'some people' meant 'you'. "Besides, even if I got into your room--I wouldn't have taken your things. I wouldn't even want to touch your filthy belongings."
Eiji's eyes narrowed to slits, his grip on the chopsticks painful. "But you did-nyo~. You shouldn't lie, you bastard. Give me BACK my toothbrush~!!" he nigh yelled, slamming the two narrow sticks on the table and looking as though he were about to pounce the data-obsessed boy.
"Of all things for me to take! Your toothbrush?!" Mizuki laughed in that cruel, malicious way that he only did when he was truly amused by something stupid, rather than the odd little chuckle that he normally used. "You're an idiot if you think I'd even touch something that's been near your mouth."
He twirled a strand of hair absentmindedly, as if he wasn't worried at all about how much it looked like Eiji wanted to beat the shit out of him. "You took my styling gel, so it makes sense for you to get defensive when I call you out on it--but seriously, trying to accuse me of something that stupid? You're too funny."
Eiji's teeth felted like they were going to crack he was gritting them so hard. How could this ass just sit there and say he didn't take the toothbrush when he so obviously did? "QUIT LYING!!! And why the HELL would I take your stupid styling gel-nyo~?" he asked, glaring at the boy and standing up, his somewhat warm miso in his hand.
"By the way-nyo~, your hair looks absolutely terrible. Let me help you with that." Those words being said he emptied his bowl on Mizuki's head.
Mizuki stood almost immediately, pushing the chair away from the table and causing it to tip over with a loud clatter. The few people in the cafeteria were looking over here now, it was obvious without even looking up-- he could tell by how quiet the large room had become. His hands were fisted tightly by his sides and he shook slightly in humiliation and rage. "...."
Nevermind that his clothes were dirty with miso or that his hair was dripping with it, and sticking to his face-- the simple action of pouring anything on him was disrespectful enough to take all his patience (which was normally abundant) and destroy it. "Kikumaru-kun," he grit out between clenched teeth. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say really. 'How dare you?!' was a bit too gentle, and 'Fuck you' was a bit too kind.
Eiji stood back to admire his handiwork. Normally he wouldn't have resorted to such crude methods - however - desperate times call for desperate measures. And these were most certainly desperate times.
He had to hold back a laugh as he watched Mizuki shake in rage (and probably cold as well with the air conditioner blowing cool air on his wet skin). It was the perfect sight for his eyes. "Kikumaru-kun what-nyo~? And didn't I tell you to call me Eiji~?" he asked, his voice sweet as honey.
Oh he hated this boy. He hated him more than he'd ever hated anyone. Screw Fuji--at least that boy wasn't this provoking. Mizuki shook all the more the harder he tried to hold back the impulse to just--
Fuck it.
He grabbed his tray in one swift motion and threw it--and it's contents of left over food and bowl--directly at Eiji, feeling a bit of satisfaction in the way the other boy's clothes became messy and the sharp shattering sound of his bowl hitting the floor and breaking.
"I hate you...so much," Mizuki managed to force out between breaths shaky with adrenaline brought on by violence.
The athletic boy only caught on to what was happening the second before the tray had left Mizuki's hand. This was the only reason that it hit his arm and not his chest. Wincing at the pain of the impact, he glared daggers at the dark haired boy. "You bastard-nyo~," he hissed, bringing one food covered arm up to try and clean off his face.
"Likewise," he snapped before closing the distance, balling his hand into a fist, and neatly landing it on Mizuki's face.
Mizuki stumbled back a few steps and touched at his bottom lip, pulling his hand away and staring at the blood on his fingers in a mix of horror and anger. Without a word, he closed the distance this time, gripping at Kikumaru's uniform roughly and pushing him back, taking them both to the floor.
Really, they had very similar builds--both of them being althetic and thin--but it really came down to who had more raw hatred and who could get the upperhand for at least a minute. Right now, Mizuki was doing his best to keep that upperhand, though it was hard with almost equally matched strength. He actually resorted to pulling at hair and digging his nails in the wrist he was gripping at.
Eiji hardly had time to gage the pain in his knuckles before several things happened in rapid succession. First, Mizuki had rushed him, then they had fallen to the floor, and third Eiji could feel his hair being pulled.
Okay, this wasn't so much fun anymore. "ARGH~!" Pooling together his strength he forced Mizuki over before pinning him to the ground, fingers intertwined in Mizuki's hair and pulling with all their might. There was NO WAY he was going to lose.
Mizuki's grip on the other boy's hair tightened with the pain in his own scalp and from his new position on the floor, he managed to work a leg up so he could place a knee sharply in Eiji's stomach. Like hell was he going to lose either. His last fight had been horribly one sided ---Ohtori was so much taller than him, after all-- and he was still humiliated from the stupid miso stunt.
Kikumaru would pay for that. The knee to the stomach was effective in knocking some wind out of the redhead, but it didn't get him off, and Mizuki wasn't able to flip the position again. So he did the next best thing-- He turned his head toward one of the arms that was pulling so harshly at his hair and bit down on the skin and sleeve there, drawing blood.
The yelp Eiji released was no doubt heard around the entire school, along with the cry of frustration and anger a moment later. That was the last fucking straw. Shaking his arm to get the bastard to let go of it, Eiji brought his free hand up to scratch at any visible skin he could find, be it arms, neck, or face. Pain echoed throughout his body, and he was still shivering from the mess that covered him, though the cold had all but left his body - there was only room for rage.
Mizuki moved his free hand up to cover his face the best he could, his legs working to throw Eiji off balance by kicking at him while he pulled as hard as he could with his right hand, tugging the boy to wince to one side by his messed up red hair. His body would be sore later and the pain that was registering now would feel worse than just a light stinging. Right now, though, all he could feel was hate and adrenaline that kept him as aggressive as the beginning.
He was bleeding, or was that Kikumaru? Or was it both of them? He could taste it in his mouth and could see it in droplets on their clothes, smudged across their skin and the floor. Managing to somehow squirm out from underneath the other boy, Mizuki immediately pushed himself to his feet, the room spinning slightly as he stood finally. He was a mess but he could care less.
Eiji lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, chest heaving, tears stinging his eyes. The room was spinning. 'Stop the world, I want to get off...' A few feet from him Mizuki had regained his feet (and the upperhand...or had he ever lost it?). His vision was too blurry to tell much by, but he could see small pools of red on the floor around him, and red staining both his and Mizuki's school uniforms.
Funny, what damage could be done in such a little amount of time.
Forcing himself to his feet he half wondered if Mizuki wanted to continue fighting...and the other half of him didn't care.
Mizuki was breathing heavily, the dull ache of invisible bruises and visible scratches was slowly becoming more aware as his anger gave way to exhaustion. He was silently mourning the loss of adrenaline, because he really would have loved to just kick Eiji's face in.
The room was dead silent, and all he could hear was their panting, and the occasional cough. He looked up, away from Eiji, and every eye he met immediately looked away. Gingerly, he licked at his bottom lip, the coppery taste stronger here, and took a few unsteady steps back. "A teacher is going to be here soon, you know." He didn't give Kikumaru anymore words, just a tired look that said he was more than done with this bullshit.
He couldn't tell who won, because they were both sore and bloody, but he'd stood first and in his mind that made him just a bit more triumphant. Wordlessly, he scooped up his bag and left before he could get in anymore trouble.
For some reason Eiji could form no words, so all he did was watch Mizuki's retreating back, feeling the throb of his aching muscles and sore limbs. His legs trembled beneath him as he wobbled towards the table, leaning his tired body against it when he was close enough. Wincing at the pain he leaned over to grab his bag, avoiding the stares of the other students. He knew what they were thinking. 'Look at those two delinquents - they're going to get in sooo much trouble.'
TROUBLE!
If he was found out the school would be forced to contact his parents. Ignoring the pain he tossed his bag over his shoulder and fled the cafeteria, leaving Mizuki and his mess for others to take care of.
What: Confrontation in the cafeteria
When: October 14th, lunchtime
Where: Cafeteria
Warning: PG-13 for language and violence
It had only been a few days after the whole 'truth food' crap had finally worn off, but already Mizuki was missing it. Kinda. Just a little. It wasn't so much that he wanted to not be able to lie (because, honestly, he really loved hiding the truth) but it was more that he absolutely loved the look of horror on people's faces when they realized they had to answer his questions will 100% truthfulness.
Like Kikumaru for example. That week had caused quite a mess between them. Not that there was really much of a pleasant relationship there in the first place, but now it was more or less a mutual hatred. Actually, his dislike for Kikumaru almost rivaled that of his dislike for Fuji. Almost.
Still, Mizuki found that he couldn't help but provoke the redhead more and more, even when other people gave him hell for it. Especially now that Kikumaru was trying to say that his 'love for Fuji' wasn't true and that Mizuki had made all that drama up. That pissed him off. It was more than enough reason to continue to harp on that subject and to constantly give Kikumaru hell. Revenge was, after all, a bitch.
Mizuki smiled to himself mischievously as he closed his notebook and looked over his shoulder, watching the boy he'd been pestering for weeks at the other table. The cafeteria was relatively empty on his side, though perhaps it was because no one really wanted to sit near Mizuki for fear of becoming the next topic of his 'gossip'. "Ne~" He raised his voice a little so Kikumaru could hear him, though he kept it at a level that was just between them. "Eating alone today?"
Eiji was indeed eating alone. Not something that he particularly liked doing, but at the moment it was better than the ultimatum. Which was sitting down to eat surrounded by a bunch of people asking him about Fuji and if the rumors about everything were true.
The one subject that Eiji didn't want to talk about. Ever. With anyone.
However he hadn't taken the entire situation into account - which was why he found himself in his current situation. Staring down Mizuki Hajime - the devil himself. "Don't you have someone else's life to make miserable-nyo?" he asked rather vehemenantly. For some reason simply looking at the other boy pissed him off.
To be honest, Mizuki was surprised Kikumaru had chosen to sit here rather than with the group of people he usually sat with. Then again, Mizuki had noticed that those people never seemed like close friends to the redhead--not that he cared, but it was a noteable detail.
He gave a small smirk at the accusation and raised a brow, "Oh, there's no one more appropriate to torture right now than you, Kikumaru-kun." He'd been irritated since this morning, when he'd realized a certain belonging of his had been taken (Because Mizuki Hajime did not lose things. He just didn't.) and one of the main suspects was staring at him right now.
What was it about him that just made Eiji want to pull his hair out. He was sure that maybe, in a different setting - a different life, they may have gotten along. However....
"Oh really? Why's that?" he asked turning back to his food and stabbing it unceremoniously with his chopsticks (unknown to anyone else he was picturing the sushi to be Mizuki's severed head). Normally he might have dealt with the situation a little better (though not by much), but oddly enough his toothbrush, which he always set neatly beside the sink, had gone missing over night.
....and Eiji was pretty sure it had 'gone missing' into Mizuki's dorm room.
Mizuki forced a smile thought it was more malicious than kind. "Because you just keep asking for it, don't you~? First by sticking your nose where it didn't belong, then by harassing my boyfriend, then by denying the truth and trying to make me look like a liar..." And now by stealing my things. He wanted to add the last part, but didn't. It wasn't proven yet, he had to get a little more evidence from the conversation--or a little more pissed--before he'd accuse.
He had, after all, done the best he could with his hair this morning without it, and hopefully no one had noticed. But he knew, after a day, he wouldn't be able to keep it so easily hidden. His hair always tended to fall flat and horrible when he didn't style it. "I can only hope you've had a horrible morning, dear~"
With each word that came out of Mizuki's mouth Eiji became more and more pissed off. Everything Mizuki was saying was a flat out contradiction to the boys own actions (which really ticked him off). "Stop with the holier than thou crap-nyo~ You're just as bad as I am." He shut his eyes for a moment and decided not to protest against the Fuji-esk comment. He had already confessed to Mizuki...there really was no point in it. Though if the other asked him directly...well, that was a different story.
"As for my morning, it's been hell-nyo~ but I guess you would have figured that," he glared, baring his teeth (which lacked this morning their lovely twinkle).
Mizuki raised a brow yet again, resting his elbow on the table and setting his chin delicately on his palm. "I may have done some things that people find offensive, but I'm far better than you." He was convinced of it too.
"My morning has been unpleasant as well... I'm glad to see you're suffering too, especially since you deserve it." After taking my styling gel, you bastard. Again, he refrained from saying it but his eyes narrowed and something in them shone with accusation.
Eiji was used to Mizuki acting like the red-head had spit in his cheerios - however this morning there seemed to be a little more depth to the other boys hatred that Eiji couldn't quite fathom. "Nyo~, maybe in your mind, but I'm afraid the rest of the world sees it differently."
Of course there was a reason why Eiji was so vehement today as well.
"Oh I deserve it, do I?" When you're the one who stole MY toothbrush you prick, and now you're saying I deserve it. "And why is that, I wonder-nyo~?"
"You know damn well why," Mizuki answered, narrowing his eyes slightly before titling his chin up a bit in that superior-mode he often went into when dealing with people he disliked. "You really could have chosen a less childish form of revenge, you know."
Less what of what?!? If he hadn't been confused before he most certainly was now. Deep blue eyes watched Mizuki in honest confusion, trying to figure out what the other boy had meant. "Um...excuse me-nyo~, but shouldn't I be saying that to you, thief-san?"
Mizuki's face quickly mirrored the confused look, "Thief? Me? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, Kikumaru-kun." His eyes narrowed once more and he folded his arms over his chest, turning so the could see the other boy a bit more from where he sat.
"ExCUSE me~? I didn't take anything from you-nyo~" Eiji hissed between clenched teeth, sounding more like a cat than ever before. "How would I even get in your room?" he asked, glaring at the other chopstick in hand as if ready to plunge it through Mizuki's heart.
"How would I get in your room? More importantly, why would I even want to?" Mizuki sneered, eyes scanning the redhead from top to bottom and back again in obvious displeasure. "You're so sure that I'd be as low as you and steal something, but you're completely wrong."
"But I didn't steal anything~!!" he growled, his anger mounting along with his tone of voice. "Quit blaming me for your non-ability of keeping up with stuff-nyo~" He took a deep breath, pushing his lunch away from him. He had no appetite anymore. "And I don't know how you got in there, but no one else would have taken it-nyo~!"
Mizuki rolled his eyes, also abandoning his food, though he had eaten enough not to be hungry regardless. "I don't lose things. I'm not as stupid as some people." The tone and the way he glared made it clear that 'some people' meant 'you'. "Besides, even if I got into your room--I wouldn't have taken your things. I wouldn't even want to touch your filthy belongings."
Eiji's eyes narrowed to slits, his grip on the chopsticks painful. "But you did-nyo~. You shouldn't lie, you bastard. Give me BACK my toothbrush~!!" he nigh yelled, slamming the two narrow sticks on the table and looking as though he were about to pounce the data-obsessed boy.
"Of all things for me to take! Your toothbrush?!" Mizuki laughed in that cruel, malicious way that he only did when he was truly amused by something stupid, rather than the odd little chuckle that he normally used. "You're an idiot if you think I'd even touch something that's been near your mouth."
He twirled a strand of hair absentmindedly, as if he wasn't worried at all about how much it looked like Eiji wanted to beat the shit out of him. "You took my styling gel, so it makes sense for you to get defensive when I call you out on it--but seriously, trying to accuse me of something that stupid? You're too funny."
Eiji's teeth felted like they were going to crack he was gritting them so hard. How could this ass just sit there and say he didn't take the toothbrush when he so obviously did? "QUIT LYING!!! And why the HELL would I take your stupid styling gel-nyo~?" he asked, glaring at the boy and standing up, his somewhat warm miso in his hand.
"By the way-nyo~, your hair looks absolutely terrible. Let me help you with that." Those words being said he emptied his bowl on Mizuki's head.
Mizuki stood almost immediately, pushing the chair away from the table and causing it to tip over with a loud clatter. The few people in the cafeteria were looking over here now, it was obvious without even looking up-- he could tell by how quiet the large room had become. His hands were fisted tightly by his sides and he shook slightly in humiliation and rage. "...."
Nevermind that his clothes were dirty with miso or that his hair was dripping with it, and sticking to his face-- the simple action of pouring anything on him was disrespectful enough to take all his patience (which was normally abundant) and destroy it. "Kikumaru-kun," he grit out between clenched teeth. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say really. 'How dare you?!' was a bit too gentle, and 'Fuck you' was a bit too kind.
Eiji stood back to admire his handiwork. Normally he wouldn't have resorted to such crude methods - however - desperate times call for desperate measures. And these were most certainly desperate times.
He had to hold back a laugh as he watched Mizuki shake in rage (and probably cold as well with the air conditioner blowing cool air on his wet skin). It was the perfect sight for his eyes. "Kikumaru-kun what-nyo~? And didn't I tell you to call me Eiji~?" he asked, his voice sweet as honey.
Oh he hated this boy. He hated him more than he'd ever hated anyone. Screw Fuji--at least that boy wasn't this provoking. Mizuki shook all the more the harder he tried to hold back the impulse to just--
Fuck it.
He grabbed his tray in one swift motion and threw it--and it's contents of left over food and bowl--directly at Eiji, feeling a bit of satisfaction in the way the other boy's clothes became messy and the sharp shattering sound of his bowl hitting the floor and breaking.
"I hate you...so much," Mizuki managed to force out between breaths shaky with adrenaline brought on by violence.
The athletic boy only caught on to what was happening the second before the tray had left Mizuki's hand. This was the only reason that it hit his arm and not his chest. Wincing at the pain of the impact, he glared daggers at the dark haired boy. "You bastard-nyo~," he hissed, bringing one food covered arm up to try and clean off his face.
"Likewise," he snapped before closing the distance, balling his hand into a fist, and neatly landing it on Mizuki's face.
Mizuki stumbled back a few steps and touched at his bottom lip, pulling his hand away and staring at the blood on his fingers in a mix of horror and anger. Without a word, he closed the distance this time, gripping at Kikumaru's uniform roughly and pushing him back, taking them both to the floor.
Really, they had very similar builds--both of them being althetic and thin--but it really came down to who had more raw hatred and who could get the upperhand for at least a minute. Right now, Mizuki was doing his best to keep that upperhand, though it was hard with almost equally matched strength. He actually resorted to pulling at hair and digging his nails in the wrist he was gripping at.
Eiji hardly had time to gage the pain in his knuckles before several things happened in rapid succession. First, Mizuki had rushed him, then they had fallen to the floor, and third Eiji could feel his hair being pulled.
Okay, this wasn't so much fun anymore. "ARGH~!" Pooling together his strength he forced Mizuki over before pinning him to the ground, fingers intertwined in Mizuki's hair and pulling with all their might. There was NO WAY he was going to lose.
Mizuki's grip on the other boy's hair tightened with the pain in his own scalp and from his new position on the floor, he managed to work a leg up so he could place a knee sharply in Eiji's stomach. Like hell was he going to lose either. His last fight had been horribly one sided ---Ohtori was so much taller than him, after all-- and he was still humiliated from the stupid miso stunt.
Kikumaru would pay for that. The knee to the stomach was effective in knocking some wind out of the redhead, but it didn't get him off, and Mizuki wasn't able to flip the position again. So he did the next best thing-- He turned his head toward one of the arms that was pulling so harshly at his hair and bit down on the skin and sleeve there, drawing blood.
The yelp Eiji released was no doubt heard around the entire school, along with the cry of frustration and anger a moment later. That was the last fucking straw. Shaking his arm to get the bastard to let go of it, Eiji brought his free hand up to scratch at any visible skin he could find, be it arms, neck, or face. Pain echoed throughout his body, and he was still shivering from the mess that covered him, though the cold had all but left his body - there was only room for rage.
Mizuki moved his free hand up to cover his face the best he could, his legs working to throw Eiji off balance by kicking at him while he pulled as hard as he could with his right hand, tugging the boy to wince to one side by his messed up red hair. His body would be sore later and the pain that was registering now would feel worse than just a light stinging. Right now, though, all he could feel was hate and adrenaline that kept him as aggressive as the beginning.
He was bleeding, or was that Kikumaru? Or was it both of them? He could taste it in his mouth and could see it in droplets on their clothes, smudged across their skin and the floor. Managing to somehow squirm out from underneath the other boy, Mizuki immediately pushed himself to his feet, the room spinning slightly as he stood finally. He was a mess but he could care less.
Eiji lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, chest heaving, tears stinging his eyes. The room was spinning. 'Stop the world, I want to get off...' A few feet from him Mizuki had regained his feet (and the upperhand...or had he ever lost it?). His vision was too blurry to tell much by, but he could see small pools of red on the floor around him, and red staining both his and Mizuki's school uniforms.
Funny, what damage could be done in such a little amount of time.
Forcing himself to his feet he half wondered if Mizuki wanted to continue fighting...and the other half of him didn't care.
Mizuki was breathing heavily, the dull ache of invisible bruises and visible scratches was slowly becoming more aware as his anger gave way to exhaustion. He was silently mourning the loss of adrenaline, because he really would have loved to just kick Eiji's face in.
The room was dead silent, and all he could hear was their panting, and the occasional cough. He looked up, away from Eiji, and every eye he met immediately looked away. Gingerly, he licked at his bottom lip, the coppery taste stronger here, and took a few unsteady steps back. "A teacher is going to be here soon, you know." He didn't give Kikumaru anymore words, just a tired look that said he was more than done with this bullshit.
He couldn't tell who won, because they were both sore and bloody, but he'd stood first and in his mind that made him just a bit more triumphant. Wordlessly, he scooped up his bag and left before he could get in anymore trouble.
For some reason Eiji could form no words, so all he did was watch Mizuki's retreating back, feeling the throb of his aching muscles and sore limbs. His legs trembled beneath him as he wobbled towards the table, leaning his tired body against it when he was close enough. Wincing at the pain he leaned over to grab his bag, avoiding the stares of the other students. He knew what they were thinking. 'Look at those two delinquents - they're going to get in sooo much trouble.'
TROUBLE!
If he was found out the school would be forced to contact his parents. Ignoring the pain he tossed his bag over his shoulder and fled the cafeteria, leaving Mizuki and his mess for others to take care of.