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Jun 13, 2008 16:58

Characters: Axel burningsheets & Kongou Agon agon_cool_drive
Location: Shopping Centre/Mall
Date/time: [Backdated] 1st of June, afternoon
Rating: PG13 very light R for the violence/Axel's suave/cursing
Summary: Axel and Agon meet by 'accident' in the mall and shit happens... *dundundunnn*

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Axel = italic
Agon = bold



The girl kept babbling in his ear about her new shoes and the skirt she just had bought and honestly, Agon was getting bored out of his skull. Yeah, sure, she was pretty. But insanely boring, and her voice seem to cause permanent damage to his ear if she kept talking right in it like that.
Second of all, it was ridiculously hot today and all he'd been doing was shopping with this broad and he was damn happy that he had found a place on this bench where he could enjoy his icecoffee.

"Aaa...yeah..." Agon answered, not really looking at her and just lazily sipping his can. Sometimes he had to turn his head, just to check the hot girls passing him by. Because right now, every girl seemed twice as hot, since the one by his side was the most boring creature he'd ever seen.

Hands crammed into his jean's pockets (as impossible as the act seemed to be given how tight the jeans were), Axel wandered lazily around the mall plaza, looking at the window displays and considering. There weren't a lot of things that interested him in this part of town, but he figured it would make a nice change. He'd dressed lightly in a thin (not-really-spandex-but-might-as-well-be) sleeveless shirt in a grunge print and the jeans, finishing the look off with half a dozen belts, an extra smudge of eyeliner, and strappy boots. All in all, it was a pretty mild outfit. Topped off with one of his favorite shirt slogans.

Smirking, Axel ran a light finger over the embossed letters idly and watched a couple of middle-aged shoppers throw him scandalized looks and scoot away like he was a particularly dangerous lion run loose in the mall. Ah well. They weren't that far off the mark. Axel had already flirted with two or three young men in the past hour and a half he'd spent here and gotten interesting blushes and some looks of awe. He wasn't looking to get laid, quite yet. His yet-again futile search was still half-fresh in his mind.

Besides, he thought, glancing down his shirt again as he walked past a couple (the girl's voice was screechy and the guy was a hulk with roaming eyes). Real men did take it like a woman. ♥

The girl started rummaging through her purse with one hand while the other rested on his shoulder. Agon was getting annoyed and his fingers tapped impatiently against the can.
"Agon-kuuuun" she kirred. "Can you give me your number again? I seem to have lost it".

"AaaaAA! You fucking annoying bitch!" the footballplayer finally snarled, swatting her hand from his shoulder. "Stop screaming in my ear, for fucks sake!".
Quickly he got from the bench, disgust all written over his face. This thing with this girl wasn't happening today, and while walking backwards he bumped right into someone and actually, he would've just snarled at the person and pushed him aside, if this particular person didn't have the most ridiculous text on his shirt ever.

"What...?" Agon uttered, bending over a bit to reread the text on the stranger's shirt.

Axel stepped a foot back to steady himself- what the? The hulk had apparently gone berserk and ran straight into him. Actually, he seemed to be very fascinated with his shirt. "If you see something you like, you can keep on going down to your knees," the redhead smirked, an amused note in his tone. The guy looked even more like a big monkey, hunched up like that with a flabbergasted expression on his face. His eyes flicked to the girl- she looked like she was on the verge of tears- or maybe that was just the makeup running down in this heat. Then he went back to observing the guy in front of him. Dreadlocks, huge jacket, glasses-probably a testosterone-high gangster-type.

Hmm, did he want to play with one of those, today? Probably not. The guy did have body mass on his side. Shrugging, Axel moved away. "See ya."

What? Did that skinny goth guy just say what Agon thought he was saying? What?
For a second he wondered if the redhead had somekind of deathwish or that he just was somekind of bored, horny teenager who liked to provoke people by saying raunchy shit. And damn, the little trash sure had some nerve to say such things to him!

Agon completely ignored the girls' whining now.
"Aaaa...what did you say there?" he wanted to know as the other shrugged and was at the verge of walking off. If Agon was him, he'd be running for his damn life right now. The shirt was funny, but the shit that had came from his mouth was everything BUT funny.

Cocking one brow at Dreadglasses, Axel half-smirked. "You heard me the first time, didn't you? Anyway, your... girlfriend's screeching. You better shut her up before they pick her up for noise pollution." He tilted his head towards the girl, still half-turned. There was something a little...strange about this guy. Besides the dreadlocks and glasses. Probably the murderous aura, Axel decided. Eh. Well, the guy probably had a pretty high blood pressure to begin with. Maybe he'd have to play for a bit. Nothing serious, likely. The mall security had issues about brawls.

He took his hands out of his pockets, resting them on his hips and one thumb through the belt hole, ready in case something broke out. You didn't survive streets or public school unless you knew how to take care of yourself. Particularly not when you had a mouth and attitude to go with it. Sharp green eyes met Agon's watching for a sign of attack. On his lips, he pasted a lazy smile. "Something you wanted?"

Agon straightened his back, placing a hand on his hip and looking the guy up and down.
"Aaaa...I just wanted to make sure if you really had a fucking deathwish..." he spoke, his lips curling up in an amused smile. Vaguely he started to remember that little dinner he had with that trash with the cap. This guy in front of him could easily be that guy the other had asked him to beat up. And if he wasn't that guy, he surely was asking for some good crushing.

When the girl on the bench started screeching like somekind of insane wench again, Agon turned around, snarling.
"Annoying bitch, I am trying to have a conversation with this fucking trash over here. Now do us all a favour and go back to the hole you crawled out of".

And while she ran away crying and sobbing like a little child who couldn't have its lollypop, the footballplayer turned to the redhead again. Yeah, he could definitely easily crush him and he grinned broadly.
"What I want? Aaa....I'll leave it up to you".

Just playing around with his prey, and then crush him. Yeah, that was definitely one of the more fun things about being Kongou Agon.

Completely unfazed, Axel grinned. This guy obviously thought he was hot shit, but he'd seen tougher in his time. "Hn, if I did you won't be the one dishing it out," he commented flippantly, half-feigning a bored look around the plaza and trying his best to drown out the girl's wails. What a set of lungs. She must be half-banshee.

Much to Axel's relief, the other guy seemed to have had enough, too.He watched his cursory treatment of his girlfriend-ah well, perhaps just some slut he picked up somewhere instead- with mild curiosity. Seemed Dreadglasses was a genuine bastard. And he wasn't even in the bad part of town.

Seeing the girl crying reminded him of something he'd rather not, though. He felt his mood darken a few notches just thinking it. He hoped to god his younger siblings never met a guy like this one. Hell, they probably were better off not meeting Axel, either. It was just that he had to know how they were. Heh. If things turned out the way they were looking to, he might just bleed off a bit of that poisonous black mood.

Sizing up or checking out, Axel was used to people staring at him. Just like he was used to that particular tone of voice. He could practically feel the confidence flowing out of Dreadglasses in waves. He gave a grin to match the other's. "Trust me, you don't have what it takes to give me what I want."

Agon cocked his head to the right and took off his glasses. There was a genuine evil look on his face now. He grinned broadly, teeth bared. Most people who were a bit familiar with Agon's behaviour would've been the fuck out of there already. But this guy decided to hang around. Such fun.
"Aaaaahn..." he uttered, tucking the shades between his dreadlocks. This just had to be the guy Junpei had been talking about. Not that Agon had planned to actually beat the guy up, because it was much more fun to rob the little trash with the cap from all his money. But well, now he actually bumped into the infamous redhead. A double whammy because he was connected to that slimy trash Hiruma.
"...wait...".

He ignored the insult because all the other little things that came to his mind were much more funny.
"...you're that Axel-guy! Aaaa...yes...you have to be. Your insults are really fucking lame...".

Junpei hadn't lied over the thing that this guy was all about promiscuous, he was dressed like he was begging to get laid.

"You should try making one, sometime. Not all of us go for the brainless one-worders." Axel grinned. And it seemed his notoriety preceded him... or more likely, someone had informed this guy about him. He didn't really know anyone who was connected to big assholes in dreadlocks, though. But the way he was saying it made him doubt he'd heard from a friendly source. Which left... quite a lot of possibilities, actually. There were a lot of people with a grudge against Axel. But... probably none that were recent... Except... heh, I wonder if that guy lost his spine altogether and hired a thug off the street.

"'s my name. Thoughtful of you to remember," he drawled. What the hell. Might as well go the direct route. "Got my card off anyone I know~? Or were you just traveling in my circles?" He'd probably get pissed off. Hopefully pissed off enough to tell him things.

Ah, the guy was getting witty. As annoying as it was, Agon really didn't really feel like letting this redhead trash get under his skin. The footballplayer chuckled softly, tucking his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
"Hmn? Nah, I just figured out because you're the only person here in this fucking mall who's dressed like he's desperate to get laid. And I knew immediately it couldn't be no one else but you".

Agon treated the redhead on a sugarysweet smile, dark green eyes resting on the slogan of his shirt.
"Aaa...it's really kinda pathetic... Even that slimy trash Hiruma isn't that desperate...".
He chuckled softly and tucked a couple of dreadlocks behind his ear.

"And you were looking for someone desperate to get laid~ I don't blame you." He sent the other a meaningful glance. Axel had had enough whore comments to last him ten lifetimes. Whatever this piece of arse could dish out wouldn't be anything new. Besides. It was the clients who needed the whores.

And then he was smiling. Which was really more disturbing than it should be. Probably a rusty expression to boot. Axel blinked and mirrored the smile, taking a lighter out of his pocket, a cigarette almost magically appearing in his other hand. Hand sleights were his previous hobby. He wasn't sure if it was alright to smoke, but to hell with it. He slipped the cigarette into his mouth and lit it, casually flicking the lighter closed. It was an open air plaza. People would live.

"Sounds like you've got stakes. Maybe in Hiruma, hm~?" He sounded like an ex-boyfriend-almost. He might have to ask Hiru-hi on that one. But he doubted it. From his reactions, he was straighter than his hair. Axel smirked and contemplated freaking him out. It was a shame he was alone...

"If I'd look for someone desperate, I'd definitely would not call for you, trash".
Nah, the redhead trash really had to do better. This was just downright amusing, and even the heat and that annoying girl he had to hang out with the entire day couldn't get his spirits down at this point.

A small group of middleschoolers passed them and from the corners of his eyes he could see the larger boy fidgeting with a closed can of soda. With his unusual speed Agon grabbed the guy at the collar and tilted him from the ground, grabbing the can of soda.
"Aaaa...that's so nice you got that for me, little trash". He dropped the boy on the ground and opened the can, focussing his attention onto Axel again.

"Aaah? That scumbag...?". He chuckled again, all smiles. For a second he debated whether he would tell him about the stupid night he spend with that asshole in the alley close to the Red Devil Lounge. "Nah...he's all yours...".
No way in HELL he would fall in this trap!

"True. You could always look at you." Axel retorted cheerfully. Looked like he was surprisingly tight-lipped.Not even a name so far. So he wasn't the thou-shalt-know-my-name-arrogant sort. He decided to try for another, anyway. "So, bastard, two ways about it. Personal interest, or someone else's."

He followed the man's movement with his eyes, surprised. You didn't see that kind of speed often. Then again, Axel was fairly sure he wasn't all that usual either. "Stealing from children. You're a real strong man, aren't you~?"

Now there was a suspicious pause. Weird. He'd really have to ask Hiruma about it later. For now, he gave the bully his widest smile. "Don't need you to tell me that. Defensive~?" Aside from a mysterious connection with Hiruma and some likely fleeced grudge-holding entity somewhere, this guy didn't seem to have anything spectacular to him. He had half a mind to walk right past him and get back to his apartment or drop by that cafe Hiruma frequented. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a couple of smoke rings neatly into eachother.

"Whatever. I don't have time for blowhard fucktards like you." He started past the other, his posture relaxed even as his eyes watched for movement. If he thought he was going to pull a fast one on him, he'd have another thing coming. Axel wasn't exactly musclebound. He'd had to make up for it with speed and range.

Agon raised one eyebrow, as if he just had heard something completely surprising. This guy was not just annoying, he was actually FUCKING annoying. And actually, he'd never had any intention to beat this guy up for Junpei, never. But now he knew this guy was this annoying, it actually didn't seem too much of a bad idea right now.

"Aaaahn...fucktard? Now...that really hurt, trash". With a malicious smile around the lips he looked at Axel who was slowly passing him with an uninterested look on his face. How fucking annoying. When Axel was about to pass him, his arm lashed out and grabbed the back of his shirt, roughly pulling him back to the place he was standing before.

"Did I say I was finished with you?" Agon informed, looking at the other with a feigned insulted look on his face. "I don't really think so, aaa...?".
His left eye was twitching lightly.

"Probably. Fucktard has two syllables," Axel remarked blandly. His breath shortened as he registered the movement and followed it a moment too late. Fucking careless. He twisted, freeing himself and aiming to make Agon's arm bend back in a position he knew from experience should be impossible, and quite painful.

"Did I say I cared?" Axel shot back just as easily. He ran the hand down his shirt to fix the creases and subtly check a swiss knife that he always kept on his person. It looked like he might be needing it, if things got out of hand. "You're just fucking desperate for some company,aren't you? " His girl-whore was proof enough of that. Axel wouldn't have gone out with that screechy thing even if he'd been straight.

"Aa?". He could see the redhead turn around a bit as he freed himself, hands aiming for his arm. With a slight movement he avoided the other and the urge to crush this fucking trash became bigger every second. Problem was they were in a mall and now Agon was involved in a tournament with the university's footballteam he could not really get in too much trouble, because this time there wasn't an Unsui around to clean up the mess behind him.

While the other continued with insulting him Agon slowly scratched the shell of his ear, feigning boredom.
"You're done with the bullshit, trash?" he informed with a vicious look on his face. At least the guy was trying, problem was the insults were really quite constantly the same thing over and over. And his hand was moving as if he was checking something. Probably some lame knife.
Quickly his arm lashed out for a second time, grabbing the redhead's wrist.
"Aaa...now let's get outside a bit, I'd love to see if you can cut me with that little knife of yours".

The genius footballplayer chuckled, tightening his hold around Axel's wrist as he started walking.

Axel frowned as the other avoided his arm-bend. So he wasn't a total idiot at defending himself. Heh. It was just like old times, picking fights with the tough guys. "Was just getting started," he grinned. If the other were really bored, he'd probably have left by now. And what was this guy and the sound "ahh" ? He vaguely remembered idle talk on the street about a trio called "huh-huh brothers"- maybe it was a fad?

"And get your dirty blood all over it~? No thanks." He blinked when he was jerked forward by his wrist, what the fuck did this guy think he was doing? Using the momentum, he tried to step in between the other's feet and throw him over his hip. He didn't expect it to work, but if he unbalanced him enough, he'd probably be able to get his wrist free. Being kidnapped wasn't at the top of his to-do list. Particularly by dreadlocked arrogant bastards who thought him easy prey. He twisted and jerked his wrist away at the same time, quickly sweeping his leg out after the initial tug.

Agon merely shook his head at Axel's reply.
"But you were planning drawing that little knife of yours, right, trash?" he asked with an eerie friendly face. "Don't be afraid, it'll be bloody allright...but it'll be only yours that will be flowing".
The friendly face faded immediately after he said that, changing into a more deranged one. This little trash was making his blood boil, and it was a damn long time ago since he's been out crushing these kind of dumbasses. Actually, it was a bit of a relief that this one obviously was so damn willing.

He could feel the other jerking his wrist under his fingers and Agon just tightened his grip and passed it off as nothing. The genius was so happy with himself at this point that he didn't really expect the other to move in on him."
"Hn?". Agon looked up when feeling the others foot hit his ankle. Immediately his instincts kicked in and his free hand lashed out towards the redhead.

The fucking nerve the guy had was unbelievable!

"You better change your glasses, four-eyes, all I see is my lighter," Axel drawled, irreverent and completely blase. He had no idea how the other could have seen the imprint of the swiss knife as anything other than a mysterious rectangular bump, but he was beginning to suspect the guy wasn't human. Or not particularly human, at least. Heh. He did say he met all sorts. He smirked as he proclaimed his gory and messy death. Or mutilation, possibly. He'd head both sides of /that/ in various situations. "You wouldn't be the first to try," he noted.

That Dreadglasses face darkened suddenly confirmed Axel's suspicions. This guy was totaly off his rocker. His bipolar personality was worse than Asche's actually, given that Asch wasn't particularly given to Homicide. He didn't give much thought to it. He was already in action, after all.

Then a hand came at him at an impossible speed- fuck. Still in the middle of drawing away, Axel managed to jerk his head just a little to the right, barely dodging the hand in time, the blow skimming the side of his face. Ow. But he'd had worse in the bedroom. Experience told him that the best course of action was to keep moving and hope. He twisted again, trying to free himself of the vice-like grip- he had a feeling being at the tender mercies of this guy wouldn't bode well. "You've got the aim of a rampaging preschooler," Axel remarked conversationally, his most annoying grin in place. Hoping that the taunt would sufficiently distract him, he brought his other hand up behind the other man and aimed a hopefully-well placed punch to his head.

Agon pulled a face between sarcasm and surprise after the other barely avoided his hand.
"Ooohhh...so I am not the first one who thinks you're an annoying piece of trash?". After those words he started to chuckle, sounding more like a madman than anything else.

Though, it was annoying the redhead had avoided his blow, just like the little shrimp trash from Deimon tends to do. Softly he gnashed his teeth, one of the signs Agon found this way BEYOND annoying right now.
"The more insults you make, the more I am going to crush you when we're out of this mall".
While the other kept twisting and turning, trying to break himself free, Agon turned his head for a second to check if they didn't caught any unwanted attention. And once again that one weak point showed. Because Kongou Agon was quite able to anticipate any direct attack, but when he wasn't able to see it, his response was just a tad slower.

When he noticed Axel was aiming a punch at him, it had already almost landed on his head and he had no other choice to let that scum go, avoid it just barely and answer it with a quickly excecuted chop to the redhead' stomach.

Axel's lips quirked. "You're not the first one who thinks too much of himself." Registering the manic laughter, Axel inwardly winced. Evil laughter. Check. There might be a nearby asylum looking for an escaped patient. He restrained the retort to tell h about what insults were generally supposed to do as he registered that his surprise attack seemed like it was going to work. He readied himself for the blow, eyes widening slightly when Agon managed to dodge it and immediately changing tactics.

Unfortunately, the momentum of his swinging fist was hard to counteract, and Axel had to brace himself before drawing away quickly.The more distance between them right now, the better. Not that he'd admit as much. Being caught by some weirdo wasn't exactly topping on Axel's list. Or at least- that was the idea. Dreadglasses' hand appeared from just about nowhere, clipping him just to the side of his ribs and knocking his breath away. Fuck.

He had no idea what full-frontal blow would feel like, but Axel wasn't planning on finding out. "Tch," he muttered under his breath, It didn't feel like anything serious, but it still damn well hurt. Regaining his composure quickly. No use showing hiim how much it hurt, after all. Bastard like this probably got off the pain. He faced Dreadglasses with a neutral expression. "I appreciate the thought, but I'm gonna have to say no to coming along, Dread-chan. You're not exactly my type."

In his mind, Axel went over his options. Right now, it was either stay and fight or run away, basically. Or, try to earn this guy's respect. Unlikely. He wasn't sure what his odds were in a fight- though he'd do what he had to if it came to that. There wasn't a way to make a graceful exit, though, not when the guy was stubbornly hanging on like this. Briefly, he wondered what it was exactly that would make this guy so deeply interested in him. He was clearly an arrogant skirtchaser. The only plausible reason for this tenacity was a grudge of some sort. Against Axel? Or against gays?

"Why don't you go find your girlfriend or something? She might even be still around." He said glibly, taking another few steps to the side as he spoke.

Suddenly, Axel wondered how much trouble a guy could get into by setting fire to someone in the mall.

Agon's smirk broadened when his hand landed between the guys ribs and his eyes glimmered evilly behind his glasses. And he would've loved it if the other would smack against the ground so he could start testing if his footwork was still functioning as it should be, but unfortunately the other kept standing and regaining his cool rather quick.

"Aaaaa...? You think you have a choice in this? It's a bit of adorable, I have to admit, but I have to burst your bubble, trash". His eyes followed the others movements closely, waiting for a right moment to strike again.
The redhead was quiet for a moment, maybe the guy ran out of snappy replies and Agon took a step closer just to look at him, an amused smile on his face. Because, honestly, all of this was getting more and more amusing.
There was a slight expectation Axel was able to maybe be a bit of a competition, but now he just seemed to be just another push over.

When the other started talking again about that it was time for him to go after that shrieking little bitch the footballplayer pulled a semi-surprised face.
"You're remotely fun when you're shitting your pants".
With the blink of an eye his arm lashed out again, grabbing the collar of the redheads remarkable shirt.

"...Now don't throw a fucking tantrum, trash...".

Axel let his mouth quirk into a smirk (bona fide annoying, if he did say so himself). He didn't have a choice? "Like hell I'm gonna follow an overgrown brat like you around." For a guy who kept calling everyone trash, Dreadglasses had the clingy finesse of a 5 year old and his security blanket. "Sucks to be you. Gotta get used to getting left behind some time."

Axel stared straight back at the guy when he decided to invade his personal space. "Whoever's in yours never will be," Axel shot back casually. This guy was starting to get really annoying. All the same sort of pseudo macho lines that could've been taken out of a B-grade gangster movie. Hell, he didn't even seem to have the creativity to come up with either insult or comeback that didn't involve the word 'trash' or intimidation. No wonder he'd gotten saddled with that banshee of a girlfriend. Axel doubted it'd been a meeting of minds.

He'd expected the shirt-grab (remarkable, considering the thing was practically skin-tight), and kept staring straight at him, unfazed, although he tightened his muscles in case the guy did anything (sure, having a high pain tolerance was neat, but there were ways to minimize pain), hands resting easy in his pockets. Not now, wait for it... If this guy did anything, he might find that Axel was a little too hot to handle.

"Not the one losing his cool," Axel replied. Dreadglasses had technically started everything. If either of them got caught, then he'd just claim self-defense for whatever he'd do to keep his bones intact. The guy was stupid enough to manhandle him twice in public view, after all. He might not have whatever goddamned reflexes this oaf did, but he had a keen enough mind to predict it.

The fist around the fabric of Axels shirt tightened and honestly, Agon begged to differ with the guys statement.
"Aaa...". He shook his head, pulling a face as if the other was either stupid or a 5 year old kid that needed to be put back in its place. "You don't want to be around when I'll be losing my cool. Believe me. Right now...I'm just having fun".

Slowly Agon turned to look around him, noticing that they were getting some attention from some shoppers. Some had even stopped to give Axel worried looks and Agon the usual scared ones.
"Hn...time to take this outside. You seem like the type of trash that would start whining about things like self defence and such".

Still holding his shirt Agon started to drag him away, really looking forward to beat him up in that alley close to the malldistrict.

"'course you are. You're with me.♥" Axel gave the guy a lazy grin. Fun. Right. This guy needed to get a life, some time. Maybe he'd even mention it to Hiruma. With the kind of things the blonde was usually up to, it shouldn't be too far a stretch to cook something up for this guy to deal with, likely.

"Not one for an audience?" Axel asked with a casual smile. He wasn't going to go anywhere with this guy. That much he'd ascertained. It was a shame he'd noticed the onlookers. Their presence had been a precious safeguard. Agon was probably used to backalley fights that ended in throat-deep knives and broken bones.

So, he decided to go along with him.

Because it would be what the guy was expecting. Besides, going towards the motion of the force meant that the grip on the shirt would slacken- or at least the material would (simple goddamn physics). A few feet from their initial position (coincidentally near one of the mall's escalators) he threw his entire weight behind him, not caring if the shirt ripped (there were others, and a little immodesty never hurt anyone). At the same time, he palmed his lighter and flicked it open, a steady flame immediately sparking between his poised fingers. In the same movement, he brought his hand up to the guy's (rather muscular) neck, creeping up from the blind spot he'd noticed earlier.

"Saa, I don't whine. I do." His lighter had been chosen for an exceptionally strong flame. The damn dreadlocks were like candle wicks. "Now calmly leave me the fuck alone or your shitty hairstyle will turn to dust. Might even take a bit of your face with it." He pressed the hot flame close to the other, letting him feel the heat.

Agon knew in the back of his head this little trash was coming with him a little bit too easy. His fingers curled a bit tighter around the others shirt, trying to keep an eye on him while he took him to the elevator.
"Aaa...shut up" he simply spoke, tugging the other harder. The urge to beat him up was growing with the second and he couldn't wait until they got outside so he could pummle the living daylights out of this trash.

A sharp tug made him look up, right before the redhead threw his weight back in an ultimate attempt to break himself free and snuck a hand against his neck.
"Shitty...trash..." Agon hissed, knowing that this guy struck him right at the point where he could not see and react immediately. Fucking blonde trash probably would've given pointers or something. And than there was heat next to his face and the threat to put his hair on fire. The footballplayer's eyes narrowed behind his shades, teeth gnashing slowly.

The more the other pressed that lighter closer to him, the further he backed away, slowly turning his body a bit and raising his left arm. Because right now he could see what was going on, the only thing he had to wait for was the right moment.
"You have quite some nerve to threat me...trash..".

After those words he struck back, spinning on his feet and lashing out with a wide movement of his arm, slamming Axel between the ribs with his left arm and working him against the ground with his right. And while he did that he could smell something burning.
The fucking shit had indeed set his dreads on fire. Well, at least two of them...
With a large frown on his face and seriously bowling over with rage now his hands moved to his hear, making sure they would stop burning.

"...fucking shitty scum!".

Fuck, this guy just didn't have any fear. Even for his goddamn looks (usually a womanizer's main priority). A miscalculation. Although he had to own up to a grudging shred of respect.

Axel just managed to set the other man's locks on fire just before he went down, hoping his goddamn lungs hadn't gotten punctured by a rib or something. He coughed reflexively when his breath left him, something wet and red trickling past his lips. Shit. Internal bleeding, now. Luckily, he'd tensed his body just before the blow and slapped the ground when he landed. The damage was mitigated, but, hell, it was gonna be a sight when he woke up tomorrow morning.

He spun his leg around as he got up, smashing it into the back of Agon's knee with all the strength he could muster behind it, scarcely believing it would do much good. It was more to distract him than anything else. Ah, but he was already checking his hair. He wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Picking himself up with the dexterity of a guy used to the brutal ways of street brawls, Axel got to his feet. Sparing a glance to look up, Axel almost stopped. As it was, he simply laughed.

To hell with getting messed up (and it had been a while, since he'd gotten this fucked up) . It was /worth it/ just to see the bastard with his hair on fire, a blazing corona that was rapidly spreading to the guy's jacket and shirt, if Axel knew anything about fire (and he knew a lot). Dreadglasses would sustain burns from this one, and nasty ones, if he didn't attend to them right away. If he was lucky, he'd just suffer a very abrupt haircut and a ruined jacket.

"Look at the bright side, bastard, now you'll actually be worth looking at," the redhead bit out between near-hysterical laughter. Ah god. Payback was such a sweet bitch.

Not that he was gonna stand there like a stupid goose with a living torch right next to him. Burning the image into his mind and tucking it away to savor later, Axel yelled out a quick "FIRE! FIRE!" (he'd almost spluttered the first "fire!", but enough people had been watching them that they got the drift), satisfied when a bunch of ragtag people came running up. Half of them probably only came to look (from a safe distance), the braver half was already looking around for the nearest hose. That ought to slow the bastard down a bit. The task done, Axel made his exit down the escalator, his chest still hurting like it had a goddamn milion tiny saws merrily shredding it to pieces, his stomach aching, and the metallic rusted copper taste of his own blood in his mouth.

Sure, he'd been beat up and shit, but as far as Axel was concerned, this round was a draw.

The bump to the knees didn't do that much, he wibbled a bit and to be honest, he was too busy with stopping his shirt to catch fire to actually respond.
"Fuck...fuck! Fucking trash!" he growled, gnashing his teeth loud now as he finally decided to just throw his shirt off. And the asshole was laughing, he was hacking up blood, that was a good thing. But nowhere as good as the intense desire to just kill this little shitty scumbag.

When Agon finally shrugged his shirt off people started running towards him. One holding a hose and he could see the redhead passing him and slipping into the elevator. Honestly, it was a long ass time ago when Agon felt this humiliated.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into the skin of his hand.
"AAAA! I will BREAK you!" he screamed, simply tossing the people aside that got in his way. And Agon would've got him, and he would've crushed him in every possible way if someone didn't sprayed him completely drenched with water.

Right now, Kongou Agon simply trembled with rage, and he swore that he was gonna do everything to kill this trash.
Ah yes, and there was a burning pain in his neck.

The end

complete, kongou agon, closed, axel

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