[Log] Alturo, Luppi
Title: Pleased To Not Meet You
Characters: Alturo, Luppi
Timeline: September 26, 2006
Rating: G
Summary: Luppi and Alturo have conflicting opinions on how to say good-bye.
Luppi pressed his cheek against the hallway. This was more boring than he'd thought it would be. He hadn't even gotten a chance to fight today. His fencing foil was still in his bag, but that didn't mean he hadn't gotten dressed for the occasion.
He reached up to loosen his collar, exposing a bit of pale chest beneath the thick white material. It was stiflingly stiff and smelled despite his best efforts. There really wasn't much to be said for fencing uniforms. They looked dignified on the right sorts of people, but Luppi was always more of a minimalist when it came to fashion.
He had gotten in trouble when he tried to cut holes in his uniform. It wasn't like Luppi actually got to fight enough for that to matter, right?
The halls were empty at the late hour of the day, those students not involved with one of the school clubs long gone from the grounds. Alturo only left now to make it to work, the matters of Privaron incomplete, but they were not so dependent on structure to function without a member. Or with many absent, as with most members who held that status by name and not attendance, in a school where one's after school affiliation counted for much.
Backpack slung over his shoulder and school uniform loosened, tie long discarded, Alturo descended the last stair to the main floor and turned down the hall to leave. It was the presence of another that stopped him for a moment, pale eyes noting the uniform and narrowing slightly.
Espada; he could tell the make of the student from the end of the hall. They were hard to miss, from the stark white of the fencing uniform to that thick and stuffy superiority that hung about them.
That determined the little need to pay attention to this student, which Alturo found all too easy, starting again and heading for the main doors without so much a look or acknowledgement to the other.
Luppi's attention was torn from his uniform at the sound of footsteps in the hall. There weren't many people out and about this late at school and he welcomed the distraction from his thoughts and sulking about waiting for a turn on the fencing mats.
His mood was dampened a bit when the other student resolutely walked past him without the slightest acknowledgment. Honestly, what was the other boy thinking not even bothering saying goodbye to Luppi (and Luppi wasn't even going start on his hair).
Luppi pulled free of the wall, crossing his arms over his small chest, "Hey."
Alturo did not slow his step at the call, a response that only proved his perception of the Espada as those who expected an entitlement of awe from all. Laughable, enough to prompt a faint snort and an equally faint shake of his head in shrugging it off.
Luppi's lips tightened to a near pout. The bench-warmer for the Espada or not, he wasn't one to be ignored, especially by someone dressed as awfully as that. He demanded the respect that his club affiliation inspired and being denied it was all the more agitating.
He stalked forward, eyes darkening at the perceived insult from the other boy. He reached up, intent on jerking the other back to give him a piece of his mind.
Held back by the hand that clamped down on his arm, Alturo stopped and looked back at the owner of said hand. He had heard the approach, but this one was particularly petulant if he was taking so bold of action at so slight an affront. Worse than typical Espada, who were ever up in arms if one treated them the way that they treated other, normal people.
Alturo had little patience for it. "Unless you have a reason, let go now," he warned, hand coming up to pry at the fingers latched onto him.
Luppi's grip tightened against the stranger's uniform. Causing trouble was one of his forefront abilities. It was how he got into the Espada in the first place, hanging on to the right people and making sure it was impossible for him to be ignored. That was why he wasn't going to be ignored by someone so much lower than himself.
"I think it's rude to ignore someone," Luppi began, glaring up at the other.
Alturo increased the pressure placed against that determined grip; he had places to be that did not involve being anchored down by this teen. One who he did not know, nor did he care to know; Alturo knew who he wanted and needed to, a number that did not include Espada on any familiar terms.
"You are not someone, so there is no issue," he replied, irritation lining his words. "Let go."
The challenge had been set and Luppi wasn't going to back down now that he had been insulted like this. His tiny fist balled against the material.
"You should recognize a member of the Espada. There aren't that many of us to be easy to forget," Luppi breathed, becoming increasingly more frustrated with the matter at hand.
Patience that was limited by the particular presence of Espada was wearing thinner by the second. "Wear a nametag if you want people to know your name," he returned evenly, giving his arm a strong jerk back. "Not everyone lives and breathes your bloated essence."
Luppi followed, lifting on his toes to gain the height he needed to eye the Privaron leader from a nearly equal level as he pressed closer. His small body hid the strength that had got him into the Espada well and he could hold his own in a situation like this.
"Luppi. It's Luppi," he countered, frowning, "That should make it easier, then."
"Noted, now let go."
Alturo needed a pry bar; he entertained the thought to use it to beat the Espada off, but it was more to pry him off before he was late for his shift. The last thing that he needed was to explain to his boss -- more precisely, his parents -- that an Espada had caused his delay. Forgiveness though that would garner, it was not his preferred choice, not when arriving on time far outweighed it.
Luppi maintained his course. He didn't care if the other remembered his name so much as the other gave him the respect he deserved. He hadn't fought his way up into the Espada just to be brushed off by some nobody with blue hair.
"No," Luppi wrapped his hand tighter against the other's sleeve. The fabric had to be almost pinching him by now if it wasn't already. "I want an apology first."
Discomfort was far outweighed by the irritation, the impatience for this impertinence. Alturo ignored it, subconsciously fuelled by it as he turned fully towards Luppi and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and shove him back with far more force than previous attempts.
"There is nothing to apologize for," he replied evenly. "You, if any, are the one who owe an apology for delaying me."
Luppi jerked his hand back, moving away from the invasive touch from the other boy. As an Espada, he might be ranked high or, rather, be considered important enough to threaten someone, but this nobody had no right looking to hurt him of all people, especially when his only insult was looking to correct one.
"I'll apologize if you apologize for not saying goodbye properly," Luppi offered, considering that alone fairly generous for how this stranger was acting.
This could very quickly become an impasse, which Alturo had even less time for. Faced with that, he considered the far more expedient option of rectifying whatever apparent heinous crime committed in not addressing the Espada.
Alturo shrugged and reached again for Luppi, this time the one to step closer as he sought to hook a leg around Luppi's ankle to drop him to the ground with as little dignity as possible.
"You have your appropriate goodbye. Is that better?"
Luppi was expecting a lot of things, but being knocked onto the ground by the stranger was not included in them. He stumbled back, catching himself with a slap of his hands against the dirty floor. Now, the figurative glove had been tossed and Luppi wasn't letting it go now that it had been made personal.
He glared up at the other, shoulders shaking slightly, "Name."
Alturo had little empathy or respect for any Espada, much less the one deposited unceremoniously on the ground by his action. Pale eyes stared down at Luppi, unfazed by the anger he had stirred up with the well justified decision to trip him.
"Alturo Plateado," he provided flatly. Retribution was nothing to fear, not from some little fencing jerk who had an inflated opinion about himself.
"You have your goodbye." Alturo turned away from Luppi, ready to leave without the slightest thought to offer him a hand back up.
Alturo Plateado. Luppi was sure he wouldn't forget the name anytime soon. He'd get his revenge soon enough and he'd make certain that it was just enough to match the insult of being treated like this. Luppi brushed off his hands, committing the other's name and face to memory before reaching out to grab one of Alturo's legs and bring the other down to his level.
"And that's yours," he spat.
The ground could never be forgiving, proven again when his knee crashed against the hard floor. Alturo caught himself with his palms against the ground, backpack thudding next to him as he glared back over his shoulder.
Silence stood as his response as he pulled his leg forcefully from the smaller hand's grip. Alturo fought the temptation to kick it, or Luppi, before he rose to his feet stiffly. Deserving though it may be, getting into a physical fight on school grounds would further delay him and the explanation of beating an Espada into the ground would not be acceptable to his parents when it came to why he was late to his shift.
Knowing that, it was with a tensely strained patience that Alturo scowled and turned away from Luppi to leave, determined not to forget that face and name.
The Espada would not get away with his superior attitude the next time they met.
Characters: Alturo, Luppi
Timeline: September 26, 2006
Rating: G
Summary: Luppi and Alturo have conflicting opinions on how to say good-bye.
Luppi pressed his cheek against the hallway. This was more boring than he'd thought it would be. He hadn't even gotten a chance to fight today. His fencing foil was still in his bag, but that didn't mean he hadn't gotten dressed for the occasion.
He reached up to loosen his collar, exposing a bit of pale chest beneath the thick white material. It was stiflingly stiff and smelled despite his best efforts. There really wasn't much to be said for fencing uniforms. They looked dignified on the right sorts of people, but Luppi was always more of a minimalist when it came to fashion.
He had gotten in trouble when he tried to cut holes in his uniform. It wasn't like Luppi actually got to fight enough for that to matter, right?
The halls were empty at the late hour of the day, those students not involved with one of the school clubs long gone from the grounds. Alturo only left now to make it to work, the matters of Privaron incomplete, but they were not so dependent on structure to function without a member. Or with many absent, as with most members who held that status by name and not attendance, in a school where one's after school affiliation counted for much.
Backpack slung over his shoulder and school uniform loosened, tie long discarded, Alturo descended the last stair to the main floor and turned down the hall to leave. It was the presence of another that stopped him for a moment, pale eyes noting the uniform and narrowing slightly.
Espada; he could tell the make of the student from the end of the hall. They were hard to miss, from the stark white of the fencing uniform to that thick and stuffy superiority that hung about them.
That determined the little need to pay attention to this student, which Alturo found all too easy, starting again and heading for the main doors without so much a look or acknowledgement to the other.
Luppi's attention was torn from his uniform at the sound of footsteps in the hall. There weren't many people out and about this late at school and he welcomed the distraction from his thoughts and sulking about waiting for a turn on the fencing mats.
His mood was dampened a bit when the other student resolutely walked past him without the slightest acknowledgment. Honestly, what was the other boy thinking not even bothering saying goodbye to Luppi (and Luppi wasn't even going start on his hair).
Luppi pulled free of the wall, crossing his arms over his small chest, "Hey."
Alturo did not slow his step at the call, a response that only proved his perception of the Espada as those who expected an entitlement of awe from all. Laughable, enough to prompt a faint snort and an equally faint shake of his head in shrugging it off.
Luppi's lips tightened to a near pout. The bench-warmer for the Espada or not, he wasn't one to be ignored, especially by someone dressed as awfully as that. He demanded the respect that his club affiliation inspired and being denied it was all the more agitating.
He stalked forward, eyes darkening at the perceived insult from the other boy. He reached up, intent on jerking the other back to give him a piece of his mind.
Held back by the hand that clamped down on his arm, Alturo stopped and looked back at the owner of said hand. He had heard the approach, but this one was particularly petulant if he was taking so bold of action at so slight an affront. Worse than typical Espada, who were ever up in arms if one treated them the way that they treated other, normal people.
Alturo had little patience for it. "Unless you have a reason, let go now," he warned, hand coming up to pry at the fingers latched onto him.
Luppi's grip tightened against the stranger's uniform. Causing trouble was one of his forefront abilities. It was how he got into the Espada in the first place, hanging on to the right people and making sure it was impossible for him to be ignored. That was why he wasn't going to be ignored by someone so much lower than himself.
"I think it's rude to ignore someone," Luppi began, glaring up at the other.
Alturo increased the pressure placed against that determined grip; he had places to be that did not involve being anchored down by this teen. One who he did not know, nor did he care to know; Alturo knew who he wanted and needed to, a number that did not include Espada on any familiar terms.
"You are not someone, so there is no issue," he replied, irritation lining his words. "Let go."
The challenge had been set and Luppi wasn't going to back down now that he had been insulted like this. His tiny fist balled against the material.
"You should recognize a member of the Espada. There aren't that many of us to be easy to forget," Luppi breathed, becoming increasingly more frustrated with the matter at hand.
Patience that was limited by the particular presence of Espada was wearing thinner by the second. "Wear a nametag if you want people to know your name," he returned evenly, giving his arm a strong jerk back. "Not everyone lives and breathes your bloated essence."
Luppi followed, lifting on his toes to gain the height he needed to eye the Privaron leader from a nearly equal level as he pressed closer. His small body hid the strength that had got him into the Espada well and he could hold his own in a situation like this.
"Luppi. It's Luppi," he countered, frowning, "That should make it easier, then."
"Noted, now let go."
Alturo needed a pry bar; he entertained the thought to use it to beat the Espada off, but it was more to pry him off before he was late for his shift. The last thing that he needed was to explain to his boss -- more precisely, his parents -- that an Espada had caused his delay. Forgiveness though that would garner, it was not his preferred choice, not when arriving on time far outweighed it.
Luppi maintained his course. He didn't care if the other remembered his name so much as the other gave him the respect he deserved. He hadn't fought his way up into the Espada just to be brushed off by some nobody with blue hair.
"No," Luppi wrapped his hand tighter against the other's sleeve. The fabric had to be almost pinching him by now if it wasn't already. "I want an apology first."
Discomfort was far outweighed by the irritation, the impatience for this impertinence. Alturo ignored it, subconsciously fuelled by it as he turned fully towards Luppi and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and shove him back with far more force than previous attempts.
"There is nothing to apologize for," he replied evenly. "You, if any, are the one who owe an apology for delaying me."
Luppi jerked his hand back, moving away from the invasive touch from the other boy. As an Espada, he might be ranked high or, rather, be considered important enough to threaten someone, but this nobody had no right looking to hurt him of all people, especially when his only insult was looking to correct one.
"I'll apologize if you apologize for not saying goodbye properly," Luppi offered, considering that alone fairly generous for how this stranger was acting.
This could very quickly become an impasse, which Alturo had even less time for. Faced with that, he considered the far more expedient option of rectifying whatever apparent heinous crime committed in not addressing the Espada.
Alturo shrugged and reached again for Luppi, this time the one to step closer as he sought to hook a leg around Luppi's ankle to drop him to the ground with as little dignity as possible.
"You have your appropriate goodbye. Is that better?"
Luppi was expecting a lot of things, but being knocked onto the ground by the stranger was not included in them. He stumbled back, catching himself with a slap of his hands against the dirty floor. Now, the figurative glove had been tossed and Luppi wasn't letting it go now that it had been made personal.
He glared up at the other, shoulders shaking slightly, "Name."
Alturo had little empathy or respect for any Espada, much less the one deposited unceremoniously on the ground by his action. Pale eyes stared down at Luppi, unfazed by the anger he had stirred up with the well justified decision to trip him.
"Alturo Plateado," he provided flatly. Retribution was nothing to fear, not from some little fencing jerk who had an inflated opinion about himself.
"You have your goodbye." Alturo turned away from Luppi, ready to leave without the slightest thought to offer him a hand back up.
Alturo Plateado. Luppi was sure he wouldn't forget the name anytime soon. He'd get his revenge soon enough and he'd make certain that it was just enough to match the insult of being treated like this. Luppi brushed off his hands, committing the other's name and face to memory before reaching out to grab one of Alturo's legs and bring the other down to his level.
"And that's yours," he spat.
The ground could never be forgiving, proven again when his knee crashed against the hard floor. Alturo caught himself with his palms against the ground, backpack thudding next to him as he glared back over his shoulder.
Silence stood as his response as he pulled his leg forcefully from the smaller hand's grip. Alturo fought the temptation to kick it, or Luppi, before he rose to his feet stiffly. Deserving though it may be, getting into a physical fight on school grounds would further delay him and the explanation of beating an Espada into the ground would not be acceptable to his parents when it came to why he was late to his shift.
Knowing that, it was with a tensely strained patience that Alturo scowled and turned away from Luppi to leave, determined not to forget that face and name.
The Espada would not get away with his superior attitude the next time they met.