A storm is brewing (Hakkyou/Closed)

[Kakeru Daishori]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] A slow day, like most Mondays. It had rained in the morning, so there were various puddles, some quite muddy, and others just water. School had just let out from Namimori high, Kakeru having gotten out a bit early due to an arrangement Master managed to make with the principal, had just gotten to work, walking to the back room to change into his uniform, an Italian-style shirt and waistcoat combo, both black, with a white tie and red barilsta's apron and black slacks. Stepping out from the back, he gave Master a light bow, before getting to work on prepping the machines. "Slow day, innit, Master? Now that your ace is here, business should pick up pretty quick, huh?" [/style]

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[Hakkyou Darklight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px;][classy=haava][/classy][classy=hanamae] HAKKYOU DARKLIGHT [/classy][classy=halyric]you're taking candy from the white witch you're smokin' tea with mama kin well, there's a wolf outside a brick house screamin', "this time i'm gonna blow it in" because the mind is a weapon, see? and it's got you on your hands and knees pull the trigger if you're gonna we all know that you wanna count off 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 [/classy][classy=habord][/classy][classy=hatext] “Fuckin Mondays…” Oh how Hakkyou hated the first day of the week. The fact that it rained only made her mood even worse. Because of the rain she had actually gone to class for the first half of the day, preferring to stay dry and zone out during some lecture than running from store to store while skipping class. She’d planned on skipping at lunch and heading straight for the nearest café for a cappuccino. Unfortunately things didn’t go quite as planned. On her rush out of the school building she ended up tripping and landing in a puddle, thoroughly soaking her school uniform and necessitating going home first for a change of clothes. It also meant another couple hours before a cappuccino since her father had this weird rule about washing outfits if you change halfway through the day. Normally she didn’t bother with following it, but today she was not in the mood for a lecture from that psycho. Luckily he’d been gone at work the entire time she was at home doing laundry; he’d have definitely given her a lecture on skipping class, or not, she was never really sure with him. She’d come to the conclusion years ago that her father was insane on some odd degree that allowed him to still be considered “normal” by anyone who didn’t have to live with him. Most people just held the opinion that it was “normal” for teens to think their parents were crazy. Thankfully the walk from her house to the café she had planned on going to, gave her time to clear her mind of thoughts that would further aggravate her. Though her sour attitude would only go away after finally getting some caffeine. She had her typical outfit on when she entered the café; black trench coat, black pants, and a black mask over most of her face. Just being in the café was starting to improve her mood. That is until she went to get in line for the register and some punk kid decided to trip her. Quickly she jumped back to her feet and turned on the poor sod, fire in her eyes as she grabbed the front of his shirt and wrenched him out of his seat. “Kusipää!” was all she said before decking the somewhat bewildered imbecile in the face. [/classy][classy=haooc]WORD COUNT 390 ( TAGS Kakeru ) NOTES kusipää translates to asshole in this case[/classy][classy=hacred] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy]

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[Kakeru Daishori]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] A few big orders. Five cappuccinos, three mochas, six matcha lattes, and an Irish coffee. Big, but not hard, nor impossible. Within a few moments, Kakeru had the order made, and presented on the counter, organized by who ordered what. However, once he turned around, he saw something that caught his eye. A girl walked in, looking to be about his age, maybe a bit older, and as she came close to the counter, she was tripped by one of the guys in line. But before Kakeru could respond, the girl managed to recover her stance, turn around, and get a damned good grip on the guy. Which was very surprising, since Kakeru was trained to react in a split second. Clapping a bit, Kakeru chuckled, before making a snide comment. "Sorry, miss, but the boss has a strict no-beat-down policy inside the building. But if you want, you can take it out back and show 'im what's for. Only thing is, I wanna watch, so ya mind waiting about five minutes or so, so I can go on break?" Almost immediately, the cafe's owner, Lucian, chimed in, in his usual chipper monotone. "I've got my favorite rug drying back there. Don't get any blood or any other conceivable fluids on it, and we're golden." [/style]

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[Hakkyou Darklight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px;][classy=haava][/classy][classy=hanamae] HAKKYOU DARKLIGHT [/classy][classy=halyric]you're taking candy from the white witch you're smokin' tea with mama kin well, there's a wolf outside a brick house screamin', "this time i'm gonna blow it in" because the mind is a weapon, see? and it's got you on your hands and knees pull the trigger if you're gonna we all know that you wanna count off 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 [/classy][classy=habord][/classy][classy=hatext] After that first satisfying punch, that Hakkyou hoped would leave a nice dark shiner on the dude; she heard clapping. Turning her head just enough to look at the counter she stared down the barista who had been the source of the disturbance. She never let go of the one idiot she had a hold of, a fact that cause his “friends” to quickly vacate the premises. As the cowards were turning tail, Hakkyou’s attention was on the barista as he spouted off his snide comment about no fighting in the building. She almost wanted to hit him as well, almost. The last part of his statement made her pause before taking any action, a fairly rare feat, and she barely registered another man speaking. She assumed he was the intruding barista’s boss, and all he said was something about not getting blood on a rug. She really didn’t pay much mind to that. Her focus was on how she could turn this situation to her advantage, as opposed to being kicked out and not getting her beverage. A barter option sprang to her mind. She was starting to run low on spending money, and this guy wanted to watch her little “show”. Hell, might as well get something in return for waiting. Instead of dropping the first guy and running at this new one she kept a hold of her “prey” and replied in a very manner-of-fact way, “Show’s not free buddy. Buy me a cappuccino and I’ll wait, otherwise I’m beating his ass now.” If he accepted her deal she’d sit down at the now empty booth the cowards had previously been occupying, shoving the poor sod she was going to beat down into the seat opposite from her. She’d sit there with a wicked smirk on her face, just watching him to make sure he didn’t try to run off. But if the barista decided to not accept her deal she’d merely drag the moron out the door and to the alley to begin kicking the shit out of him. [/classy][classy=haooc]WORD COUNT 343 ( TAGS Kakeru ) NOTES Hakkyou's really violent...[/classy][classy=hacred] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy]

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[Kakeru Daishori]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background: url(http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k606/NaVimages/backgrounds/344_tile_wall-1.png);][classy=KDava][/classy][classy=KDnamae] KAKERU DAISHORI [/classy][classy=KDlyrics] A fake smile...is that it? Are you happy? You're not lying? Locking it away isn't living wisely, "Go with the flow"...is that what you want? Isn't that no better than a machine? Awaken the hot spirit within your cold body. Everyone has a "wildness" within their hearts, sometimes you've got to loose the chains and let the blood flow! [/classy][classy=KDtextbg][classy=KDooc] WORD COUNT --- ( Hakkyou --- ) Womp womp, it's about ta get fuuuun~ --- [/classy][classy=KDtext] Kakeru chuckled. The girl had some fire to her, and he liked that. Timid girls and nice girls just didn't catch his eye, but this one definitely had his attention. " You kidding me? For a show like that, I'd buy ya the best damn cappuccino we sell. Just gimme a few minutes" He said as he placed another order on the counter, two expertly prepared specialty coffees, one with a bit of whiskey, a hybrid of a mocha and an Irish coffee, and one decaf with a bit of honey. Kakeru'd been here long enough to be able to prepare even complicated special orders with ease, which is good, considering all the work he has to do due to the incredibly small staff at this surprisingly popular cafe. Taking a little spring to his step, Kakeru stepped out from behind the now-customer-less counter and walked over to the table by Hakkyou and her "acquaintance", bowing lightly and motioning towards the back door. "After you, miss. Ladies first, after all. I feel that this little show won't disappoint me like the theater did." He chuckled, his eyes showing an obvious excitement. It wasn't often that he got to watch a fight live without being one of the combatants, so of course he was looking forward to it. [/classy][/classy][classy=KDcred] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy]

[Hakkyou Darklight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px;][classy=haava][/classy][classy=hanamae] HAKKYOU DARKLIGHT [/classy][classy=halyric]you're taking candy from the white witch you're smokin' tea with mama kin well, there's a wolf outside a brick house screamin', "this time i'm gonna blow it in" because the mind is a weapon, see? and it's got you on your hands and knees pull the trigger if you're gonna we all know that you wanna count off 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 [/classy][classy=habord][/classy][classy=hatext] As soon as she saw the barista step out from behind the counter, Hakkyou’s creepy grin only widened, and a trained eye could even see a touch of insanity edging into it. "After you, miss. Ladies first, after all. I feel that this little show won't disappoint me like the theater did." And they say chivalry is dead, she thought with a bit of a chuckle. Purposefully, she stood from her seat, grabbing a hold of the offending youth’s arm and dragging out of his seat as well. She wasn’t in a rush to get to the alley, oh no, she wanted to enjoy this. Her pace was relaxed, but determined and poised for action at a moment’s notice. Her direction was toward the back door the barista had motioned to. The alley was a typical alley, though the rug the café manager had mentioned was clearly visible hanging up. She’d be sure to keep any blood from getting on it, no need to spoil the chance for free coffee. Her victim was practically white as a sheet from fear of the beat down to come. Hakkyou mostly dragged him to the alley since it seemed his legs weren’t working properly for him. She’d soon fix that; by making a few other parts of him not work right as well. “P-Please don’t hurt me…” he whined pathetically as Hakkyou got to the spot she deemed perfect for the beat down. A cruel laugh was her immediate reply. “You messed with the wrong girl today asshole,” she practically hissed, “Aion potkia perseeseen niin kovaa lapsenlapsesi tuntevat sen.”* Whenever she was mad she tended to switch to her native tongue, which didn’t bother her one single bit. The look of terror on her victim’s face wasn’t that bad either. She started off with a quick downward hook straight to his face, at the same time letting go of his arm so he hit the ground rather hard from the momentum of her punch. He didn’t get up very fast so her next move was a sharp kick to the ribs, easily knocking the air out of him. He wasn’t proving to be a very fun person to fight; he didn’t even fight back, though his pathetic attempts at escape where entertaining enough for now. By the time she was done thrashing the guy he looked more like he’d been hit by a truck than having been kicked around by a chick. Hakkyou sneered at him when she’d had her fill of using him for her anger relief. “You sorry sack of shit, that was hardly fun at all.” In all honesty she was still riled up and wanting to fight, but she’d grown extremely bored of beating the tar out of someone as pathetic as him. Instead she just made sure her mask was pulled over her face before stuffing her hands in her coat pockets and kicking a small rock at him. “Worthless piece of trash.” [/classy][classy=haooc]WORD COUNT 495 ( TAGS Kakeru ) NOTES *"I'm going to kick your ass so hard your grandchildren will feel it."[/classy][classy=hacred] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy]

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[Kakeru Daishori]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background: url(http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k606/NaVimages/backgrounds/344_tile_wall-1.png);][classy=KDava][/classy][classy=KDnamae] KAKERU DAISHORI [/classy][classy=KDlyrics] A fake smile...is that it? Are you happy? You're not lying? Locking it away isn't living wisely, "Go with the flow"...is that what you want? Isn't that no better than a machine? Awaken the hot spirit within your cold body. Everyone has a "wildness" within their hearts, sometimes you've got to loose the chains and let the blood flow! [/classy][classy=KDtextbg][classy=KDooc] 307 --- ( Hakky --- ) Ass-whuppin' time, part 1 --- [/classy][classy=KDtext] Kakeru chuckled, clapping his hands and walking forward a bit. ”Spettacolare~ Bloody good show. Though, to be honest, a bit more flair would have been nice.” As he spoke, loud footsteps could be heard, getting louder by the second. Apparently the punk's friends decided to get backup. Seven armed men, two with balisong knives, one with a steel pipe, two with baseball bats, one with a brass knuckle, and the last one, who looked to be the boss, or at least ranked higher than the other rabble, had a tanto. Kakeru's chuckle grew in volume and frequency, his eyes glimmering with anticipation. ”Now this looks like fun. But I don't want a show. No, I want some entertainment of my own. Besides, seven against one is kind of boring. So one-sided. If you lot are going down, might as well lessen the blow and make it by two instead of by one. So, let's party!” His chuckle turned into a laugh, slightly sinister, as he cracked his knuckles and neck, and started walking towards the men. The men weren't intimidated by Kakeru, the boss rather getting annoyed, and he rose his hand, pointing the tanto at Kakeru, and made a declaration. “Oi, you little blond rat! Watch yer tongue, 'fore I cut it off with my tanto!” Kakeru chuckled again, before chiming in with his response. ”Right, right. I guess you shitheads can't recognize me in my uniform, can you? Maybe this will jog your memory.” As he spoke, he performed a perfect back flip from his standing position, two long cylindrical objects flying out from his pant legs and then falling back down, landing perfectly in his hands. Two halves of a crimson pool cue, which Kakeru quickly connected into the full cue. ”Ougon Arashi, Daishori Kakeru! Iku!” He chuckled again, pointing Tempesta Rossa at the boss. [/classy][/classy][classy=KDcred] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE [/classy]