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[maneurism]

Who: Urameshi Yuusuke (maneurism) and Albert Wesker(iamwesker).
Where: Two kilometers from Kurama's den, along the very edge of the forest.
When: APRIL 16 @ 23:39 HOURS.
Summary: Yuusuke plays right into Wesker's hands and the two have the death match they've been meaning to, because the hell Wesker's giving him two months to bulk up.
Rating: PG-13 for language

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[maneurism]

A wind wound its way between them, as nonchalant as if they had not been there (the affairs of men and boys alike were hardly any business or interest of Nature), and played its fingers across the tops of the trees so that they were obligated to strike up a murmuring chorus, a running, gallery-style commentary communicated primarily by touch. It was the fallen needles of the pseudo-pines and the thick, hardy tufts of forest grass that were the first, for example, to feel Yuusuke's feet flex as he routed his balance to the balls of them; it was a posture that was primed by years of fighting experience with nothing even half so frightening as Wesker, elastic and reflexive.

He loosened the muscles of his arms again before channeling his reiki into his wrists, which knitted and balled, tensing as he clenched his fists, knuckles going bone white. The veins darkened and stood out against the skin, as if attempting to blow themselves up to a larger size, defensively.

But Yuusuke's reasons for wanting to fight Wesker had a lot less to do with annoyance, a lot less to do with rivalry and tension, a lot less to do with Wesker than it had to do with Kurama. Sure, there was the fact that Yuusuke didn't like Wesker and Kurama - at least by most practical definitions - seemed to. That was public knowledge, no argument, no issue. But that wasn't anything to start a fight over. More than anything else Yuusuke could think of, that was probably the biggest existing deterrent, the fact that he knew that there was always that lingering possibility that, if he started a fight with Wesker, Kurama might not take his side. The idea wasn't one that sat particularly well with him. The immediate situation was evidence enough to that fact.

But more than anything, it was that Yuusuke knew Kurama and knew what Kurama could do, and they both knew it still hadn't. Been. Enough.

And that pissed him off.

More than anything.

Yuusuke gripped the base of rise right hand, balling it into a fist and sending a thick wave of reiki straight into it; the power bottled, shaping itself, becoming a sphere that he knew would deliver a more powerful blow than a high-powered gattling gun at point-blank range. Assuming that would be enough to even dent him. ...and assuming it landed.

He grinned, never one to save himself so much as dig himself in deeper and deeper until he hit either gold, petroleum, or magma.

"I'm not big on stopping right when things get fun."

[iamwesker]

There had been another Yuusuke here long ago, but Wesker had never met up with him. By the time he and Kurama's paths crossed, that Yuusuke had already left the world. Hiei followed a month or so afterwards. Whatever the detective was doing made no sense to him. One of them gathering their powers in for an attack left him uneasy. With what Kurama could do and what he had seen Hiei do on one occasion, it left what Yuusuke might be able to do a complete mystery.

That left him with his usual reaction when faced with something unsure.

Wesker seemed to vanish to the human eye, only to reappear a few feet closer. It was a trick of the eye, the Tyrant merely moving too fast to be easily tracked visually. He began closing in on Yuusuke, fully ending to launch another physical attack. Kurama had been put out of his mind briefly as he moved towards his target. That rage was still there, hot and bright beneath the surface of his anger. He couldn't let it distract him now. To do so would be an act of attempted suicide on his part.

Heading for Yuusuke, he curled a fist to strike out, meaning to try and land a hit beneath the other's jaw.

[maneurism]

His arms were long enough that he got his way; he reached Yuusuke before the detective reached him, and as the boy's dark head snapped back, it looked like he would lose out again to the pure, unadulterated force that Wesker's inhuman body provided him.

But, of course, the difference this time was that he was more than prepared. He had the advantages of seeing Wesker coming, for the most part, and of having something reserved special for the occasion.

Knocked back from his balance but not flying yet, Yuusuke twisted his heels into the ground, teeth rattling in their roots, and lunged out simultaneously with the arm he'd kept tucked against his body, Shotgun hollering itself into existence between them.