Name(s): Ikkaku, Ichigo, closed Location: Grounds, near the Willow Week: 31 Time: Day after Ikkaku had to work on The Essay, after class Rating: PG-13 for Ikkaku's mouth and teenage boys brawling
Ichigo was feeling antsy, to say the least. The incident with Orihime hadn't shut the thing in the back of his head up at all - instead, it had seemed to get even louder and harder to control.
The idea that maybe he should get some help hadn't occurred to him at all.
He looked up as Ikkaku approached, swinging the wooden sword off his shoulder and jerking his head. "C'mon," he said shortly. "I've been waiting fucking ages." It wasn't often that Ichigo swore without provocation like that.
The Gryffindor looked over, eyebrow jerking up in an arch. "'Fuck's wrong with ya?" It was about as close to a "how are you?" that Ikkaku would get. "Ain't in the mood fer ya t' bitch around, Ichigo." Seemed like something was wrong with the guy.
Snappinghis neck from side to side so his spine crackles, Ikkaku grinned and dropped into a fighting stance. "Ready? Ya late, already done with the dance so ya ain't gettin' any time."
"Who's bitching?" Ichigo shot back, and without further ado attacked the guy. Usually the set aside some time for (un)witty banter, but today Ichigo was really feeling the need to get straight into hitting things.
He started off with a heavy strike he usually saved for later in a fight when his opponent was getting tired, and then followed up with a similarly strong blow. He was thinking about his moves even less than usual, working with raw power instead of strategy.
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Ichigo launching into an onslaught was exactly the kind of fun Ikkaku liked best. He threw his head back an laughed, lips caught in a wild grin and teeth bared. "NOW YA TALKIN'!" came the gleeful yell, Ikkaku bounding back and grinding back on the balls of his feet and springing forward with a wicked barrage of strikes.
He noticed the change in Ichigo's style, but didn't care. It was fun. Wielding the wooden sword and scabbard fast and hard, he wasn't trying to take Ichigo out - he was trying to get him riled up. If he was going this hard so early on, what'd happen when he got serious?
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The idea that maybe he should get some help hadn't occurred to him at all.
He looked up as Ikkaku approached, swinging the wooden sword off his shoulder and jerking his head. "C'mon," he said shortly. "I've been waiting fucking ages." It wasn't often that Ichigo swore without provocation like that.
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Snappinghis neck from side to side so his spine crackles, Ikkaku grinned and dropped into a fighting stance. "Ready? Ya late, already done with the dance so ya ain't gettin' any time."
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He started off with a heavy strike he usually saved for later in a fight when his opponent was getting tired, and then followed up with a similarly strong blow. He was thinking about his moves even less than usual, working with raw power instead of strategy.
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He noticed the change in Ichigo's style, but didn't care. It was fun. Wielding the wooden sword and scabbard fast and hard, he wasn't trying to take Ichigo out - he was trying to get him riled up. If he was going this hard so early on, what'd happen when he got serious?
Ikkaku's grin widened.
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