Last Dying Will [o]

[hayato kozuki]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; width: 380px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px; text-indent-right: 2px;] Lone footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of Namimori High. The setting sun in the horizon indicated that the once bustling hallways of the school would be void of such activity this time of the day. The time on Hayato’s watch indicated 6pm, a silent curse escaping his lips at the realization of how late it had gotten as he adjusted his school bag on one shoulder and his violin case on the other. Walking through the entrance door of the school and heading towards the front gate, his thoughts ventured to the events that had occurred ‘that’ day. What had been another challenge from some wannabe delinquent quickly turned into a troublesome battle as the challenger turned out to be a mafiaso capable of using a Box weapon and Dying Will Flame. Unfortunately the idiot decided to use those out in the open during the day, at his school no less. Things had gotten pretty hairy for Hayato but he had managed to put the fool down before he caused a big commotion, but as fate would have it, the principal’s car had been caught in the ensuing crossfire and all the blame fell on Hayato. It had been three days since that event, yet the punishment for it had continued on for the remainder of the week and so Nami’s resident 'bad boy' had been to detention for the last three days and if the principal had his way probably for the rest of the year. He didn’t mind getting into fights, hell he even enjoyed them sometimes if they gave him enough of a workout, but getting lectured for about 30 minutes by an angry middle-aged man who treasured his car almost as much as a normal person did their wife, that was a bit too much. Not to mention having to clean the school building every day for two weeks was not a pleasant experience. He almost wished he’d let the mafiaso kick his butt, it would have at least been quick instead of this slow torture every day. Reaching the gates Hayato moved to open them, when he caught a shadowy movement out of the corner of his eye. Almost instinctively his body reacted, his weight shifting backwards as he swiftly danced on the balls of his feet away from the metal gate where he had once been. Coming to a sliding stop on the gravel a few feet from his original position he looked to where he had been. Three 30cm long needles lay pierced in the ground exactly where Hayato had been standing. Straining his eyes to see through the darkened distance, the needles seemed to be made completely out of red energy. Storm Flames...? With a sly grin Hayato straightened himself as he looked towards the shadows behind the metal gate. ”So it’s you again? Didn’t you get beaten enough three days ago? I don’t have time for you, so why don’t you go play with someone else. ” It wasn’t arrogance or sarcasm in his voice but a cold, almost emotionless expression of truth as he spoke into the growing shadows. A darkened figure moved out of the shadows, leaping of the metal gate with incredible ease. A male about the same age as Hayato, dressed in a black pinned striped suit stood in the luminance of the now present full moon. Metal gauntlets gleamed in the moonlight, with three glowing crimson claws extending from the gauntlets. ”Still so conceited aren’t you, Shimon dog…” The man hissed out, his hand sliding through his dark pulled back hair, ”Don’t think it will be the same as last time.” The male’s mouth almost watering as he saw his prey before him. Dropping both his bags gently to the ground beneath him, Hayato observed the other male carefully, his face expressionless as he focused in on his target. The moment his fingers released the bags, his body sprang into motion. By the time the other male could react to Hayato’s instant movement towards him, the guardian had already arrived within striking distance. Coiling his arm backwards for a punch, his muscles released the tension within his arm as it sprang forward towards the other’s face. However, Hayato’s fist stopped short of his target as a metal chained coiled around his wrist restrained any further movement. A sudden tug on the chain violently pulled Hayato backwards, causing him to fly in an overhead arch before landed heavily on the dirt. Trying to catch his breath back as he stood up slowly, he followed the 30ft chain until his eyes fell upon a giant of a man, nearly double Hayato size in both weight and height; and Hayato was no small fellow. ”Say hello to Jimmy, our famiglia’s guardian.” the suited man boasted proudly. Damn where did this guy come from? His strength is something else. Now on his feet, a mountain flame ignited on his ring as he stomped the ground with his right foot. In response a trail of 5 ft. columns sprouted out from the ground and raced towards the big man, or would have if the green electrical current passing through the chain and into Hayato’s body weren’t present. Screaming in agony he fell to his knee, a wisp of smoke emanating from his body due to the high current. What felt like an eternity later, the current stopped, leaving Hayato gasping for air. ”Lightning flames too! Who the hell are these guys.” ”That’s not all my friend. The game has only started.” The first male laughed. Looking up to the man’s voice, a fireball streaked Hayato's vision before burning into his chest. The impact of the blast knocking him backwards a distance before he skidded in the unforgiving gravel. Another figure stood now next to the original male, a smoking gun at his side. He wore a plain black suit with a matching shirt and red tie. His auburn hair was tied neatly in a pony-tail, as his cold sapphire eyes gazed almost joyfully at Hayato’s injured body. ”Looks like you did a number on him Boss.", the pinned striped suit man said, now looking to the man beside him as he spoke. ”Guess I packed too much Sky flame into that last shot.”, the newcomer replied. His hands grasping at the burnt skin at his chest, he rolled onto his side as his lungs coughed droplets of blood out his mouth. Eyeing the two men a few feet away, Hayato’s mind began to wonder if fate was answering his earlier thought of getting his butt kicked. Shit...didn't see this coming. [/style]

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Given that Namimori was both what the Americans called a middle school, and high school, it could be quite the handful to clean up for the Janitor. Luckily for Sanbiki some stupid kid just had to pick a fight with the punishment for such a thing ending to be helping him clean up the school at night. The school was large enough that Sanbiki never ran into the student, yet small enough to make a dent in the cleaning routine that made the school ready for the next day. Most importantly it allowed Sanbiki to slack off a bit. Humorously that was the exact thing he was doing now. Usually Sanbiki's routine forced him to come to the school around five in the morning then leave about midnight only allowing for a few hours of sleep when he returned home. These last three days he had been able to get everything done two hours sooner allowing for more sleepy time which lead to a very happy Sanbiki. In addition with the punished student being made to help clean the school, Saru could also dump his own work onto the kid, and skip out on extended breaks. Tonight for example, Sanbiki had snuck out for a nearly hour break to ravage a local convenience store; this particular store sold the man's kryptonite; Twinkies. Hell, even Sanbiki himself didnt understand it, but he went weak at the knees at any possibly chance at getting the sweet American delight. It was easy to say that he was an addict to he sweet squishy sponge-like snack cake. Seeing how he still had about half an hour left, he'd probably hide int he gym and enjoy his sweets before dragging his ass back to cleaning the school. Ever so slowly, the Janitor made his way back to Namimori School; carrying two grocery sacks filled with Twinkies, and random other snacks including canned iced coffee. Sugar. Sugar was usually his only means of staying awake long enough to get the entire school cleaned, though tonight he was clearly over doing it with the snacks. A brow arched as he could see a bit of a commotion up ahead, since it had begun getting dark it was slightly hard to see just what was going on. Subconsciously slowing his pace in dread of becoming involved it soon became clear that someone was being ganged up on, and getting their butt handed to them. It didn't take long for him to realize that it must by the student whom the Principal was punishing by making him stay late. No doubt all the other students, and teachers had already left making that poor kid the only other option. Crap... More meaningless, payless work... Some shred of a moral code, and humanity wouldn't allow him to simply walk past the scuffle like it was nothing at all, and just wave a gentle hello while walking by. Dark eyes looked sadly upon the little yellow treasures that he cradled within his arms each of them being a dear little life which he''d now have to sacrifice...Or at least one of them was. His freshly bought goodies dropped to the ground as Sanbiki reared back as if he were a professional pitcher in the major leagues. With a hesitant breath he swallowed, and allowed one of the Twinkies to fly free from his grasp, chucking the sweet golden pastry at one of the trio. Sure, it wouldn't cause any injuries but it was enough to get their attention off of whomever they were attacking. "Ooooooooi! What do you thinking you're doing, who do you think'll have to clean this mess up!" Still a few feet from the group came out the almost way too loud shout following the Twinkie attack.The funny thing about this was that Sanbiki had yet to the face of the one they were ganging up on. words, 660. tags,OPEN. notes, TWINKIE... Everyone's hero. credits, kiwii at btn! [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]YOU JUST WANNA SEE ME FALL[/style]

[hayato kozuki]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; width: 380px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px; text-indent-right: 2px;]His vision was beginning to blur, the consecutive attacks were starting to take effect. If only he could remove his Moschettiera Di Gaia and begin his counter-attack, unfortunately these three losers would not allow that to happen, and would strike him down the moment he tried. He got up slowly to one knee, and surveyed his opponents once again. Two long range attackers and a melee combatant, it would be hard to deal with all three at once. If only he had a distraction to at least take out one of them, and then like the light at the end of a tunnel, a twinkie flew out of the darkness and hit the pin-striped suit in the face, when he turned to the unknown voice. ”What the hell is this! Who the hell are you!” The man shouted, wiping his face rapidly of the creamy twinkie before turning to face the new invader. All four males turned to face the newcomer, Hayato's own face contorting as he recognized the familiar blue cap even through the darkeness. ”Sanbiki? Is that you, San-“ Hayato was cut off when another fireball headed his way. Moving on reflex alone, the fireball crisped his uniform jacket as he pivoted away from the blast, rolling away from the point of impact as dirt and sand erupted from the small crater caused by the blast. ”Don’t think your buddy will help you.” The leader said, his pistol now pointed at Sanbiki as another flaming shot erupted from the gun and headed for the Shimon guardian. The pin-striped suit was already running towards Sanbiki, claws poised ready for the attack as he charged in for a dual strike after the leader’s shot. ”You messed up my suit you shit. Die!” Meanwhile Hayato took this chance to remove his box weapon, his gauntlets coating his arms in moments, just as the Jimmy’s chain descended upon him, wrapping up around his gauntlet. ”Not this time.” He mused to himself, compressed mountain flames engulfing his gauntlets and the chain. With a tug the chain snapped due to the enhanced strength provided by the flames, causing Jimmy to stumble backwards from the backlash of his own chain. With his magma-like flame gauntlets, Hayato stood ready for combat, an unusual smirk on his face as he stood and took an aggressive stance, sizing up his giant opponent. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georiga; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes So sorry for the late reply. My internet has been off lately. tags Sanbiki words 380 muse Always burning up…[/style]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -65px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #515151]OUTSIDE LOOKING IN,[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #090909;]YOU GOT ME ON THE[/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; margin-left: 89px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 230px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #ECECEC; border-top: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-right: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; border-left: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; padding: 20px; color: #5A5A5A] "Ugh... god.." Put off by the idea of now having to "work", Sanbiki let out a sigh as his fist clenched, and the Glacier flame exploded from his ring wrapping his body in an aura of swirling text, and icicles. An expression of annoyance at having to work did not change, or faulter as the Storm Flame bullet hit; freezing sold, and crumbling before actually managing to strike him square in the chest. With only seconds to spare, Sanbiki charges forward as his head reeled back planning to grab the oncoming man's arms to steer the claws away, and follow through with a strong head butt. Of course this combo was meant only to knock the opponent off his guard giving Sanbiki hopefully enough time to get a good hold on the claws, and use the Glacier Flame's freezing attribute to put them out of comission. In such a quick paced fight there wasn't enough time to pull out a box weapon, nor think about what technique he wanted to use. Such a tactic was similar to a technique used by the allied Famiglia; the Vongola, or rather the Primo Boss whom had developed the first technique used to freeze flames. Perhaps this was one of the benefits of being the Glacier Flame Guardian as your flame was the core opposite of normal flames; frost allowing you to actually freeze Dying Will Flames when push came to shove. If he could take away the man's flames then he'd be just your average punk could possibly be done in by another headbutt "So much work..." Ugh this was just gonna be one big headache. In the last few sparing seconds he couldn't help but frown realizing how it was gonna be his job to take on two of the goons, while the other Shimon only dealt with one of them. How nice. Just got ahead, and make your so-called savior take on the majority off the work while you just sit back, and relax. Oh why couldn't he just have ignored the situation, and went on his merry way to devour his beloved Twinkies. words, 357. tags,mountain boy. notes,Sorry for the late, and short reply credits, kiwii at btn! [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]YOU JUST WANNA SEE ME FALL[/style]