[Log] Kite and Fuji
Who: Kite Eishirou & Fuji Syuusuke
Where: On the way to the gym
When: August 13th
What: Fuji finds another person he can bother with questions~ ♥
Warning: G
Kite was dressed in his Bujutsu uniform, complete with his newly acquired brown belt. Yesterday had been more stressful than he'd expected, considering some of the people he'd encountered, so today he wanted to let go of that stress. He was headed towards the gym, to see if he could get in after-hours for a little practice. It was probably a long shot, in a place like this, but he'd rather do his practice on mats, if he could, instead of outside in the grass.
On the top of a small hill, Fuji Syuusuke stood, camera in his hand and a couple of school books on the ground before him. He brought the camera to his eye and zoomed in on a guy who seemed rather out of place, as he was wearing some sort of martial arts uniform, or something like that. Curious, Fuji quickly snapped a shot of the guy, collected his books into his Hello Kitty! backpack, shouldered it and then made his way down the slope, catching up with the other student. "Hello there~"
Kite heard the rustling of the grass and was immediately on alert, as he always was whenever someone came up to him unannounced. Fortunately, he knew he'd left all his old adversaries behind in Okinawa, so when the other got close to him, he didn't have the instinctual urge to attack. Instead, he just eyed the newcomer and, since he seemed relaxed and not like a threat, Kite nodded at him in silent greeting.
"Are you on your way to the cafeteria," Fuji asked, studying the other boy carefully. Well, this guy was a panther, that much was for certain. He moved almost illegally catlike, predatory, sharp and graceful. "If you are, it's just around the corner."
.... Cafeteria. Great. Definitely not where he'd wanted to go. Kite sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "No, actually. I'm not." Damn. And the only places he knew how to get to from the cafeteria were his classrooms and the dorm. So much for getting rid of his stress. "I was looking for the gym."
“The gym?" Fuji blinked, then figured that that probably made sense, considering the way the guy was dressed. "I know the way there. I could show you, if you'd like."
Kite gave him a small upward curl of the corners of his mouth - about as close to a smile as he usually got - and nodded. "Please. I'd appreciate it." Even if he couldn't get in, at least he'd have a little more of the campus learned, after this.
"Wonderful~" Fuji happily moved up in front of the other boy, the backpack bouncing cheerfully on his back as he walked. "I'm Fuji Syuusuke, third year, from Tokyo. And you?"
“… My sister has that book bag," Kite observed, staring at the familiar pinkness of Hello Kitty. She was always carrying the damn thing around, and throwing fits if she couldn't find it. ...Oh. Right. "Kite. Third year. Okinawa."
"Okinawa, really?" Well, that would explain the tan and the accent, wouldn't it? "Must be a shock to get up north then, it's pretty cold here, I bet. And oh! Your sister likes it then? It's cute, isn't it?"
"The weather here isn't too bad, so far. The winter concerns me a bit, though." It was a little cooler, but the strangest thing was getting used to hearing all the accents. Everybody had one. Fuji, the girl from yesterday, the instructors he'd spoken with... "She adores it. I hate it."
"Well, if you have the right clothes, it won't be too bad." Tilting his head to the side, Fuji looked curiously at the taller boy. "Hate it? How come?"
Hm. He'd have to look into thicker fabrics, then, for when he worked on his new winter clothes. The ones he'd brought from Okinawa probably wouldn't be enough. "She's obsessed with it. I probably just hate it on principle, because she can't shut up about it."
"I see..." Fuji chuckled, pulling a hand through his hair. "How old is she?"
"Nine, going on fifteen, or so she thinks." Kite stuck his hands into the makeshift pockets in his pants as he walked, following Fuji along.
Fuji walked a moment in silence, before curiosity got the better of him, and he turned to Kite, asking:
"So... If you don't mind me asking... What sport are you into?"
Kite snorted. His outfit should have made it clear enough, but then, he supposed someone unfamiliar with the martial arts might not know the differences in the various uniforms. "Okinawan Bujutsu is my specialty, but I'm a pretty well rounded martial artist."
"That's pretty awesome," Fuji beamed, giving the uniform another look over. Brown belt, was it? "I know nothing more than 'wax on, wax off', really."
Kite shrugged. "You wouldn't last half a second on the mats, then." This Fuji character definitely wasn't a threat, then. Good to know.
"I guess I wouldn't." Lest he figured out how to do the basic things in that half a second, of course. "Brown belt... That's pretty impressive, isn't it?"
"I suppose," Kite shrugged again. "There are three more tests I have to pass, and then I'll have earned my black belt." He tightened his belt a little, making sure it was still secure. "But that will take a while. I only just got my brown belt before coming here."
"Please, if you wouldn't mind..." Fuji smiled, thinking to himself that a good way to get to know a rather closed of person was to nudge them lightly about their interests. They were bound to slip up some thing or the other. "Would you mind telling a martial arts newbie such as myself what kind of belts there are? I know of white and red and brown and black, of course..."
"The specifics depends on which school of martial arts you're following, but the basic, standard system is white, yellow, orange, green, brown, then finally black. For some Karate styles, though, the belts go white, yellow, orange, green, blue, brown, black."
"No red at all then," Fuji laughed. "I stand corrected. So, which pattern do your style follow?"
"As I said, the styles vary. Some martial arts have red belts, some have purple, but then you're getting into the differences between Japanese and other Asian arts, and hand-to-hand versus weapon combat." Kite glanced at Fuji. "We use the Goju-Ryu Karate grading system."
Fuji was all smiles as he proudly declared:
"And that tells me absolutely nothing~ ♥ I guess I could always go look it up~"
Kite gave a short chuckle. "There are levels of each color belt, with Goju-Ryu. Plain white for complete beginners. Then white with one black bar, white with two black bars, then yellow, and so on. There is no orange, and yellow and green only have two stages, while white and brown have three."
"That's pretty complicated," Fuji mused, even though the system did make perfect sense to him. He looked up, slightly startled. "And here we are! That's the gym, right there."
Kite walked up to the building and tried the door, hoping he could get in. Sure enough, it was open, though whether it was supposed to be or not, he wasn't sure. He turned, then, and gave Fuji a martial artist's bow. "Thank you for your assistance."
“That's no trouble at all," Fuji smiled, offering a bow in return, before he turned around, deciding he'd go for a cup of coffee in the cafeteria. Well, that had been one pretty interesting meeting, that was for certain.
Where: On the way to the gym
When: August 13th
What: Fuji finds another person he can bother with questions~ ♥
Warning: G
Kite was dressed in his Bujutsu uniform, complete with his newly acquired brown belt. Yesterday had been more stressful than he'd expected, considering some of the people he'd encountered, so today he wanted to let go of that stress. He was headed towards the gym, to see if he could get in after-hours for a little practice. It was probably a long shot, in a place like this, but he'd rather do his practice on mats, if he could, instead of outside in the grass.
On the top of a small hill, Fuji Syuusuke stood, camera in his hand and a couple of school books on the ground before him. He brought the camera to his eye and zoomed in on a guy who seemed rather out of place, as he was wearing some sort of martial arts uniform, or something like that. Curious, Fuji quickly snapped a shot of the guy, collected his books into his Hello Kitty! backpack, shouldered it and then made his way down the slope, catching up with the other student. "Hello there~"
Kite heard the rustling of the grass and was immediately on alert, as he always was whenever someone came up to him unannounced. Fortunately, he knew he'd left all his old adversaries behind in Okinawa, so when the other got close to him, he didn't have the instinctual urge to attack. Instead, he just eyed the newcomer and, since he seemed relaxed and not like a threat, Kite nodded at him in silent greeting.
"Are you on your way to the cafeteria," Fuji asked, studying the other boy carefully. Well, this guy was a panther, that much was for certain. He moved almost illegally catlike, predatory, sharp and graceful. "If you are, it's just around the corner."
.... Cafeteria. Great. Definitely not where he'd wanted to go. Kite sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "No, actually. I'm not." Damn. And the only places he knew how to get to from the cafeteria were his classrooms and the dorm. So much for getting rid of his stress. "I was looking for the gym."
“The gym?" Fuji blinked, then figured that that probably made sense, considering the way the guy was dressed. "I know the way there. I could show you, if you'd like."
Kite gave him a small upward curl of the corners of his mouth - about as close to a smile as he usually got - and nodded. "Please. I'd appreciate it." Even if he couldn't get in, at least he'd have a little more of the campus learned, after this.
"Wonderful~" Fuji happily moved up in front of the other boy, the backpack bouncing cheerfully on his back as he walked. "I'm Fuji Syuusuke, third year, from Tokyo. And you?"
“… My sister has that book bag," Kite observed, staring at the familiar pinkness of Hello Kitty. She was always carrying the damn thing around, and throwing fits if she couldn't find it. ...Oh. Right. "Kite. Third year. Okinawa."
"Okinawa, really?" Well, that would explain the tan and the accent, wouldn't it? "Must be a shock to get up north then, it's pretty cold here, I bet. And oh! Your sister likes it then? It's cute, isn't it?"
"The weather here isn't too bad, so far. The winter concerns me a bit, though." It was a little cooler, but the strangest thing was getting used to hearing all the accents. Everybody had one. Fuji, the girl from yesterday, the instructors he'd spoken with... "She adores it. I hate it."
"Well, if you have the right clothes, it won't be too bad." Tilting his head to the side, Fuji looked curiously at the taller boy. "Hate it? How come?"
Hm. He'd have to look into thicker fabrics, then, for when he worked on his new winter clothes. The ones he'd brought from Okinawa probably wouldn't be enough. "She's obsessed with it. I probably just hate it on principle, because she can't shut up about it."
"I see..." Fuji chuckled, pulling a hand through his hair. "How old is she?"
"Nine, going on fifteen, or so she thinks." Kite stuck his hands into the makeshift pockets in his pants as he walked, following Fuji along.
Fuji walked a moment in silence, before curiosity got the better of him, and he turned to Kite, asking:
"So... If you don't mind me asking... What sport are you into?"
Kite snorted. His outfit should have made it clear enough, but then, he supposed someone unfamiliar with the martial arts might not know the differences in the various uniforms. "Okinawan Bujutsu is my specialty, but I'm a pretty well rounded martial artist."
"That's pretty awesome," Fuji beamed, giving the uniform another look over. Brown belt, was it? "I know nothing more than 'wax on, wax off', really."
Kite shrugged. "You wouldn't last half a second on the mats, then." This Fuji character definitely wasn't a threat, then. Good to know.
"I guess I wouldn't." Lest he figured out how to do the basic things in that half a second, of course. "Brown belt... That's pretty impressive, isn't it?"
"I suppose," Kite shrugged again. "There are three more tests I have to pass, and then I'll have earned my black belt." He tightened his belt a little, making sure it was still secure. "But that will take a while. I only just got my brown belt before coming here."
"Please, if you wouldn't mind..." Fuji smiled, thinking to himself that a good way to get to know a rather closed of person was to nudge them lightly about their interests. They were bound to slip up some thing or the other. "Would you mind telling a martial arts newbie such as myself what kind of belts there are? I know of white and red and brown and black, of course..."
"The specifics depends on which school of martial arts you're following, but the basic, standard system is white, yellow, orange, green, brown, then finally black. For some Karate styles, though, the belts go white, yellow, orange, green, blue, brown, black."
"No red at all then," Fuji laughed. "I stand corrected. So, which pattern do your style follow?"
"As I said, the styles vary. Some martial arts have red belts, some have purple, but then you're getting into the differences between Japanese and other Asian arts, and hand-to-hand versus weapon combat." Kite glanced at Fuji. "We use the Goju-Ryu Karate grading system."
Fuji was all smiles as he proudly declared:
"And that tells me absolutely nothing~ ♥ I guess I could always go look it up~"
Kite gave a short chuckle. "There are levels of each color belt, with Goju-Ryu. Plain white for complete beginners. Then white with one black bar, white with two black bars, then yellow, and so on. There is no orange, and yellow and green only have two stages, while white and brown have three."
"That's pretty complicated," Fuji mused, even though the system did make perfect sense to him. He looked up, slightly startled. "And here we are! That's the gym, right there."
Kite walked up to the building and tried the door, hoping he could get in. Sure enough, it was open, though whether it was supposed to be or not, he wasn't sure. He turned, then, and gave Fuji a martial artist's bow. "Thank you for your assistance."
“That's no trouble at all," Fuji smiled, offering a bow in return, before he turned around, deciding he'd go for a cup of coffee in the cafeteria. Well, that had been one pretty interesting meeting, that was for certain.