Practice makes perfect. [Completed]

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Character(s): Razputin and Kiba
Content: Raz practices telekinesis! :D
Setting: Some storage room on the Cheap Prayer
Time: Very early Sunday morning
Warnings: None

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[ninja_seadogs]

Akamaru was sleeping like a log. Well, except for the part where he rolled around and came to rest on his partner, cutting off the circulation in Kiba's leg. The dog was good about ships, but it was hard for him to get settled at night. Something about the wood floors, maybe. Kiba half-heartedly growled at the snoring mound of fur and stomped off, wrapping his coat around him and trying to get the blood to flow in his legs.

Skccchhh. Kiba froze by the storage room door. That was nothing like the ordinary groans of the ship... What was going on? He silently crept to the door and placed an ear to the wood. He heard the same, soft dragging noise again, this time accompanied by a restrained sound of exertion. His sleep-foggy brain slowly pieced together the facts: there was someone up at this ungodly time of the day, moving around a heavy object on a pirate's ship. Sure, it was a storage room, and it could just be one of the other pirates checking on stuff before they left... but it was a pirate ship. It could be treasure, Kiba realized

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The barrel moved a little, making a scraping sound as it dragged against the wood. Rapzutin kept the energy spread out evenly throughout the fingertips of the hand, slowly but steadily pushing the barrel. He was doing it! Awesome!

Suddenly, the door creaked loudly, startling him and breaking his concentration. The hand disappeared in a silent burst of energy, making the barrel rock around a little. Whether it was out of frustration or exhaustion, the psychic fell forward, his goggles making a dull clang as the rims hit the floor.

"...Ow," Raz groaned, rolling onto his back. He blinked, his goggles were undamaged from the fall, luckily. With a bitter sigh, he pushed them back onto his head. "Thanks a lot, jerk," he added to whoever had so kindly interrupted his training.

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Leaving the door half open, Kiba looked the boy up and down, slightly disappointed by the definitely-not-pirate-iness of the boy's stature. Weird looking kid, what with those oversized goggles. Kiba shot a quick look behind the guy, glaring green death at him, catching the last wobble of the barrel before it shuddered to a halt. So, the kid had been pushing around a barrel? Looks like he needed it. He looked kinda scrawny. Although something didn't seem right about the entire setup, Kiba relaxed just a tad. Training was something he could recognize right away.

Even so, he still had a few questions and some time to kill before dawn. Time for som entertainment.

Putting up his hands in the universal "My Bad" position, he said, with a little difficulty, in English, "Sorry, my mistake. I wanted to see what was happening in here. Didn't mean to interrupt." He didn't make as if to stay... but he didn't turn to go, either.

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The jerk apologized. He had a funny accent, Raz noted. He rolled his head over to look at the guy. Whoever he was, he was probably just another crew member. After a brief pause, Razputin got back to his feet.

"Not that it's any of your business," the acrobat grumbled, folding his arms, "But I was moving things with my mind, I'm psychic." He pointed at his head to further emphasize the word 'mind'. Maybe now this jerk would leave him alone so he could get back to work.

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Well, it wasn't like he was expecting the midget to tremble in fear or anything. Huh. As Kiba watched the kid struggle to his feet, he noticed that if the kid's height was anything, Goggle-Head couldn't have been more than twelve years old, and that was cutting him a ton of slack. What's a ten year old doing on the ship?

Kiba blinked at the boy's blunt statement politely, keeping his face in a ninja-like calm. Inside, his mind was racing. Did he hear him right? His English wasn't spectacular, after all... Outwardly, he put on a fanged grin and said, "Right, right, I bet. I don't know what a psychic is, kid." He carefully made sure that he was raucous and challenging enough to get a rise out of the other boy... But moving things with his mind? Not even the best ninjas could do that without a bunshin.

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Razputin frowned, leaning back against the wall again. The jerk didn't know what a psychic was? The way he said it almost sounded like some kind of challenge. Something seemed odd about him, whoever he was. Further investigation might be needed, but he didn't want to get caught snooping around in the jerk's mind. He still hadn't quite mastered hiding his telepathic invasions, and it had gotten him into trouble before. If this guy didn't mean well, it would only get worse if he knew Raz was suspicious. There was also that throbbing headache of his, and he knew that it would only get worse if he used his powers too much

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Kiba looked back at him, meeting his gaze with an equally even stare of his own. Something about him unsettled Kiba. It wasn't like the way the kid glared at him was some stupid cliché, like reading what was on his mind or anything... It's just that he looked like a little kid with way too much confidence... but he almost looked like he had something to back it all up.

Energy? Was that like chakra? What Goggle-kid described sounded a lot like the process of chakra molding and formation... Well, then that would make more sense, but as far as he knew, chakra didn't take physical form all too easily. So what was a little kid doing with what he considered to be advanced ninjutsu ability? He's either got no idea what he's talking about, Kiba decided, or...

He watched the boy take a strange stance and... what was that? An orange cloud of... something surrounded the boy, and Kiba, totally nonplussed, but intent now, watched as a hand formed from the aura, and, to his amazement, the hand reached down and the barrel moved. The boy grunted,

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Raz sighed, he was feeling a little dizzy now, too. The goggles weren't helping much, so he put them back up onto their usual spot. The jerk seemed impressed, at least, lifting the psychic's mood a little. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

How long had he been practicing? Raz wished he could say something more than 'an hour or two', but if he was allowed to use his powers back home, he wouldn't be here anyway, so... "An hour or two," Razputin replied with a shrug. A bit misleading, he supposed, but it's not like a ten year old could learn how to move objects with telekinesis in just a few hours. He assumed that the guy would figure out that he had used his powers a little beforehand.

Speaking of 'the guy', he still didn't know his name yet. With a grin, the psychic said, "I'm Razputin, but everyone calls me Raz. What about you?"

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Only an hour? He must've meant just today, Kiba figured, and decided to drop the subject. Whatever he had been doing up until today obviously hadn't been working all too well, anyway.

Kiba sat fully back and bared his teeth in a ferocious grimace. "Kiba Inuzuka. I'm from Japan. Nice to meet ya, Raz." He paused, and delicately added, "You know, what you just did with your... psychic-thing, looks a lot like the stuff some of the people at my village could do." He paused, gauging Raz's reaction. "Your thing is a lot different, in the end, but the... the..." Kiba struggled to find the word, "small parts, like the light and stuff, is really close."

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Wow, this guy was from Japan. That was pretty far from where they were now. Kiba went on to explain how the acrobat's powers were similar to those of his village back home. Was that a compliment or an insult? It was hard to tell, not knowing how he viewed his fellow villagers. Still, knowing that there were more psychics out there made him feel a bit more comfortable.

"I can make other things, too," Raz noted, "And sometimes I can make things smoke a little." Speaking of fire, he still hadn't figured out why he couldn't do that here. Maybe it was because of all the water? That might mean he'd have to practice his pyrokinesis elsewhere, while the ship was docked. Well, at least he wouldn't accidentally light the ship on fire.