The ferocity of the sea(OPEN)

[catherine west]

The woman known as Catherine sat upon a bench calmly staring out to the sea. It was raining hard and the wind was fierce, but she didn't care. She just wanted to watch the waves crash against the shore even if it got her soaked. Besides, being soaked would toughen her resilience. She liked watching the rough seas. It reminded her of home. Everything was rough where she came from. She had fond memories of standing on the giant's causeway and watching the sea crash against it like this.

She wasn't sure why she was missing home at this moment, but she was. It was odd being so far from Ireland. She had come here to learn and to strengthen ties with the Maguro famiglia at the wishes of her own family. Yet it had not been easy. Nothing was ever easy for her. She'd had to fight her way up the ranks on the street. She wasn't even related to her actual family by blood. They had hired her as a bodyguard due to her strength and eventually she had become a member of their family. They had no issue with sending such a low member of the family to the Maguro. It strengthened the bond and meant they only risked someone who wouldn't be missed much.

Even if she wasn't missed, she was missing them. It was nice feeling a part of something. She was a part of the mafia family here, but it wasn't the same.

[Sheeka Rithan]

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[catherine west]

For a few moments Catherine said nothing. It was as if she hadn't realised the other person had spoken nor that he was there despite watching him walk towards her. She blinked twice and looked at him. He'd said something she could tell by the way he was waiting. Yet she wasn't sure what. After another few moments she hazarded a response.

"Lovely weather we're having. Reminds me of home In Ireland." she said with a gesture at the downpour, which seemed to be gradually slackening off though the wind seemed to be driving the waves more fiercely with each passing minute. She preferred the wind to the rain. Rain was depressing, but wind made the sea fierce and a fierce sea made her body tingle. She loved the sea when it was rough. "What brings you out in weather like this?"

The strangest thing about this conversation was not the speech nor was it the fact that Catherine still seemed to be spacing out. No it was the way she could speak flawless japanese without losing her irish accent at all. Normally, a language was dependant on the right accent, but she pulled it off somehow. She could do it with italian too.

[Sheeka Rithan]

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[rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] Sheeka ran his hand through the soaked hair, the strands of brunette hair clinging to his skin in an obnoxious manner. If it was thing he hated the most, it was his hair when it was wet. It always was just in the way, normally his hair almost defied gravity the way it spiked up as it did, which never seemed to be bother him much. "Lovely weather we're having. Reminds me of home In Ireland."

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He'd received a response to his earlier statement and he seemed almost pleased by the fact, if not a bit taken aback by her comment about the lovely weather. Certainly, the rain was just a little bit lovely...but not many people would agree with the statement about it. And she was Irish. All in the same quip. He'd never actually met an Irishman like her...he was mostly close with Japanese and Italians, but it never hurt to interact with people of different backgrounds.

"Hmn. The rain is a nice change from how hot it's been lately," Sheeka answered, closing his eyes and letting the wind barrel into his face contently. "So, you're Irish?" he asked, glancing towards her. "I'm European myself, Italian to be precise. This weather reminds me of home as well."

"What brings you out in weather like this?"[/i]

"A mixture of things, actually. Boredom, a like of the rain...things like that," Sheeka commented with a smile towards the female, quite interested in that Irish accent of hers. Not many could pull off an accent in another language, let alone a language as difficult as Japanese could be. "My name is Sheeka, if you're wondering." Certainly he doubted that she was wondering what his name was, but it never hurt to give it out. Who knew if they'd run into each other again.

Having answered her question, Sheeka thought it only polite to repeat the question back to her. "What brings you here in this weather?" He questioned, his head tilting to the side in a curious manner like he really did care why she was there. It was none of his business why she was there, it just would be nice to know why she was lounging in the rain. [/style][/td][/tr]
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[catherine west]

She sat in silence once more, but now she was actually listening to what this person was saying rather then spacing out. So he too was a foreigner who enjoyed the rain. She looked upwards at the sky where the sun was beginning to gradually break through as the clouds dispersed. The rain was coming to a halt yet the wind was still strong.

"The rain is nice." she said calmly staring out towards the sea. The waves were crashing down on the shore with force now. "But what I came out here for was to see the sea at its best." The sea when it was calm bored her, but when it was rough the ferocity of it just sent tingles down her spine. "Nice to meet you Sheeka. I'm Catherine West, but call me Catherine or Kitty if ya want." She removed her hat and shook her hair to get some of the water out of it. For a person who was very cat-like she really didn't mind getting wet. "Never been to Italy myself, but I speak the language."

[Sheeka Rithan]

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The sea at its best? The sea was definitely wonderful in the thralls of a storm, but he rather liked that ocean calm before a storm. The sky was cloudless, then ocean was getting riled up for the storm...but from what he was seeing now of this female, it seemed to fit her the best at its worst. "Ah. I see. I came mostly for the rain and to watch the ocean. I prefer it the calm before the storm than anything, but the ocean in a storm is lovely too."

Sheeka glanced upwards when the sun began breaking through the clouds and the rain was letting off slightly. He took this opportunity to grab at strands of his hair and wring it out before it got anymore soaked. The strands that weren't weighted down with water now returned to their spiked position, at least until the light rain got them soaked again and the went back plastered to his face. It was a little bit obnoxious to have his hair clinging to his face like it was...

"Never been to Italy myself, but I speak the language."[/i]

"You should go to Italy one day, it's a gorgeous country," Sheeka commented with a smile as he glanced down at the sand. He missed home now, just a little bit. He was happy now with the Spiaggia family here, but Japan wasn't Italy. He really hadn't left much there, just his adoptive father...but Italy was still where he'd been born and raised. "So, Catherine, what brings you to Japan all the way from Ireland?" he asked, his head tilting to the side lightly. His mafia family brought him here to Japan, but...for somebody he just met, it wouldn't be smart to reveal him position in a mafia family. [/style][/td][/tr]
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[catherine west]

The calm before the storm held its own beauty as he said, but for her the sea during a storm was when it was its most fierce. To her true ferocity held a beauty that was unequaled. Perhaps it was because she was a natural fighter, quite fierce in her own right though she didn't seem it at that moment, or perhaps it was just the unpredictability of the truly fierce. The fierce sea, a fierce fighter. Both had to predict and yet both strong in their own way.

"I came on request of my family to strengthen our ties with a..." she realised at that moment that she had almost let it slip she was a member of the mafia. "...a more distant branch of the family. Or so they tell me." She sighed deeply and lifted her hat from her head spinning it round on her finger. "I often wonder if they just wanted the black sheep as far away as possible from the rest of the flock." She slipped the hat back on her head and rose to her feet deciding to explain a bit more about herself.

"I've always been a fighter. I had no choice." she said calmly with a shrug. It was different to most people, but she didn't hold grudges against anyone. "Never knew my real family. Ever since I was young I had to fight to survive. Even when my new rich family, who had originally hired me as a guard, adopted me I just couldn't stop getting into fights."

[Sheeka Rithan]

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A raised eyebrow of amusement. Oh? That certainly was interesting. Strengthening family ties was definitely a mafia-type thing. He filed that bit of information away in his mind. Maybe she was mafia like he was. It pleased him to get to know other mafia members of different families. The Spiaggia he knew, had a couple allied families like the Maguro. Maybe he could start relations with other families as well? It was interesting to say the least on the matter.

"I've always been a fighter. I had no choice."[/i]

He wanted to say that there was always a choice when it came to fighting. There was a fight or flight response for a reason. However, it simply wasn't the right thing to say at that moment in time. Hey wait...why did people open up to him all the time? Not that he really had a problem with it, but they had a habit of opening up to him during their first meeting. Was he that innocent-looking and cute that they felt he wasn't a threat? Damn, he'd have to do something about that.

Ever since I was young I had to fight to survive. Even when my new rich family, who had originally hired me as a guard, adopted me I just couldn't stop getting into fights."[/i]

Sheeka merely listened for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Part of him wanted to know why people enjoyed opening up to him and leaving him feeling awkward. "I'm adopted myself, Catherine," Sheeka answered. "I...I'm not much of a fighter, so I probably can't understand it that well...I ran away from home rather than stay and fight. It sounds as if fighting is just in your blood...and that your adoptive family should just accept the fact fighting is what makes you tick. My adoptive father has accepted me for all my flaws. Your family should accept you for all your flaws as well. At least, that's how I see it." For somebody lacking in height he didn't lack heart. [/style][/td][/tr]
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[catherine west]

"I wish it was that simple." she said calmly with a slight chuckle. This guy was a bit naive. But then again he didn't know the sort of family she had been adopted into. "The family who adopted me are one of the most influential and successful families in the world. They have links all over and have shares in tons of companies." She sighed deeply looking up towards the sky. Yes, her family was one of the top families. In fact, in Ireland at least they were probably THE top family. "They are very high class and are respected by many. Anything that threatens that respect is seen as a threat to them and that includes the wayward fighter girl they adopted."

"They thought they could tame me I guess. That would just boost their influence." she said. That would be just the sort of thing they would do as well. Anything that people said was impossible or nearly impossible they would attempt in order to increase their respect. If it turned out to actually be impossible then it didn't bother them because it was impossible. "I was the queen of the street fighters. No-one, not even the tavern toughs, could beat me in a fight. I was considered the roughest of the rough so they hired me to guard some cargo, I needed the cash, and then they got it into their heads to adopt me. I didn't mind, I thought being part of a family for once might be good." Yes, they had adopted her. She had no rights to inherit or anything unless the entire family, including the distant relatives, was killed off, but it was still a family. A family she was a part of. Yet now she had left them to join another family, a mafia family. At least this one respected her fighting talents. "They called me the Disaster Zone, everywhere I went things got broken or so they said."

Kind of ironic really. Disaster Zone had been the street's name for her and her family had called her it to. Now she was a mafia member it was her nickname as well. It was a name she seemingly couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried.

[Sheeka Rithan]

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[rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] It was true, despite all that Sheeka had experienced through in his life; an emotionally abusive stepmother, a neglectful father, watching his mother die, and living for little over a year on the street...there were still things that he simply didn't get. He tried to solve things with a clear and innocent mind. For somebody who was in the dark world of the mafia, it was almost refreshing on how innocent he was compared to the rest of his world. "The family who adopted me are one of the most influential and successful families in the world."

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Why did that just scream mafia at him? Sigh. Next thing he knew he's seeing mafia members around every corner from simple statements like that. Hmn. It wouldn't be surprising...it was Japan after all. Ever since the 10th Generation of the Vongola, the Japanese were close to the mafia...so it honestly wouldn't surprise him, after all, he'd already met a Japanese mafia member in Jae...so why not meet another one in the island country?

"They thought they could tame me I guess. That would just boost their influence."[/i]

"But they adopted you, knowing that you were a fighter. That's their problem then, if they don't like the way you are...then they need to deal with it." Sheeka insisted, kind of annoyed that these people would adopt somebody just for such a petty reason. His own adoptive father had taken him off the street as a starving preteen child and took him in. The man wasn't married and had no children of his own, so Sheeka was grateful to him for everything he had done. He had taken him in as a kind gesture, as well as a gesture to Sheeka's mother, who had been a former colleague. Sheeka's adoptive parent accepted him for who he was. So for somebody to adopt another person for purely selfish reasons...was obnoxious.

Sheeka sighed, leaning back against the bench and closing his eyes. "I can't understand why somebody would adopt you for just a petty reason like that...I know the world sucks and all...but really." He was just so...so...annoyed! Argh. He was annoyed now. [/style][/td][/tr]
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[catherine west]

"I doubt they even care about eachother let alone what they put some poor girl off the streets through." she said with a faint chuckle. People were like that. Some were awesome, others were complete dicks. "All they care about is money and influence." She flipped herself into a hand handstand on the bench, remarkable physical talent being shown. "And as for dealing with it, I'm about as far away as you can get now and yet they can still say they tried to tame the Disaster Zone."

Yep, she'd been used and abused pretty much, but that was how her life had always been. She'd had to become strong and skilled in order to survive. She'd earned the title Disaster Zone not due to her flames, though they helped once she began to control them, but due to her natural combat nature. People who challenged her ended up getting wrecked. That was just the way it was.

Her arms bent slightly and she propelled herself off the bend, flipped and landed in a crouched positon.

"But don't let yaself get worked up about it. I don't."

[Sheeka Rithan]

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[rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] Family was supposed to care about each other...however, with a father who stopped caring and a stepmother who didn't care and instead abused her stepson...he'd seen family who didn't care about each other before. To be honest, it bothered him that there was another family who didn't care. An adoptive family at that. Sheeka watched as she flipped herself to do a handstand. Physical prowess didn't just manage that...there had to be some acrobatic skill, some balance...and some other skills that involved hand-eye coordination. He could do that too, but he didn't want to. There was no need for her to show off like that, though. He lightly rolled his eyes. No need to be so..so...show-off-y like that. Then again, his adoptive father could be a bit of a show boat too, so he was kind of used to it. His father could also be flamboyant, but...that was a moot point. "But don't let yaself get worked up about it. I don't."

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"Hmn. I probably shouldn't let other people's problems work me up...it just does," Sheeka commented lightly, standing up and lightly pacing through the sand. "It just does. I just don't like seeing other people in situations that remind me of my neglectful father and stepmother." Sheeka admitted lightly. After a few moments, he decided to be a show boat himself and cartwheel into a handstand. He was short, but he seemed to have the perfect build for an acrobat and was also quite flexible. The sand was wet, but it didn't really bother him one little bit. He wasn't that much of a narcissist, but when somebody else was showing off...it annoyed him to a point that well...made him want to show off in his own way as well. It was just convenient that he could do the same thing that she was. After a moment though, he seemed to grow bored with what he was doing and instead easily brought himself back into an upright position before moving back to the bench.
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[catherine west]

She listened to his words and watched his action whilst she thought up a response. He seemed quite agile like herself though she doubted his agility and acrobatic skill was due to the same reasons as hers. He seemed to grow rapidly bored of the action though and soon returned to the bench.

"Sorry for bringing it up. I have a tendency to ramble a bit." she said with a shrug as she rose to her feet from the crouched position. She considered the life before coming to Japan. "Got me into a bit of trouble that has, both with my family and on the streets."

"It wasn't so much that they wanted to get rid of me just for my fighting nature. It was more they just couldn't stand the fact I wasn't what they wanted." she said pulling off her hat and twirling it round her finger. That was a trademark movement of hers. Something she did quite a lot. Some people kicked cans about, but she just twirled her hat and launched random flurries of punches."They wanted a human weapon, one that could seem just like the perfect society girl and then suddenly take down a target. Of course, that wasn't my style." No that wasn't her style at all. She was a destructive force, a runaway bomb. She had control, control was necessary, but her anger often got the better of her and she was always up for a decent fight. All that sneaking around bullshit her family tried to force her into annoyed her so much. She flipped her hat onto her head and struck out at the air with a blinding speed, launching several punches in a brief second. "Yeah, they tried everything. Threats, abuse, promises, but nothing seemed to work. I do things my own way. I'll listen to others, but if I think they are talking shit then I will do things my way."

[Sheeka Rithan]

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Again, Sheeka felt a twinge of anger over Catherine's adoptive family. His own father had adopted him right off the streets and respected all of who Sheeka was. Sure, Sheeka wasn't the girl he wanted, or even a boy that liked being a girl...but Alessandro wouldn't want to change Sheeka for the world. Alessandro was the father Sheeka didn't have after his mother's death.

He chose not to speak another protesting word against Catherine's family. If she was happy like that, then good for her. He wouldn't be if they didn't like him for who he was. It was just cruel to try to get somebody to change just to suit them.

"I'll listen to others, but if I think they are talking shit then I will do things my way."[/i]

That was generally what most people did, anyway...if they didn't like what another person was saying or what they were doing, they just didn't follow them. Others did, but still...some would not follow that. Catherine and Sheeka as well, were just two of those people. If anybody tried to get him to do something he didn't want to do, then he wouldn't do it. That simple.

"I wouldn't listen either," Sheeka answered easily, shrugging his shoulders. "If papa tried to get me to do something I didn't wish to do, then I wouldn't do it and he'd just have to accept the fact that well, I don't want to do it."

"It sounds to me that you just need to find your own path. There's a saying that I know...does the path choose the walker, or the walker the path...in your case, it sounds like the path is trying to take you down it, but you should only go down it if you want to." Sheeka rose to his feet, shifting the sand around with his foot like it was interesting. It wasn't, but he didn't really know what to do now... [/style][/td][/tr]
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[catherine west]

She listened to what he said and shrugged at the first part of his statement. Perhaps it was true, but perhaps it wasn't. Obedience seemed key in life. You had to obey a boss at a company or get fired. You had to obey your family or get kicked out/disowned. You had to obey the law or get arrested. Most people did what they wanted or thought they did, but yet they still obeyed. Obedience was part of human nature. However, with catherine any rule she should obey, any order she was given, if she saw it as stupid or pointless she would not obey it. She would do what she liked and how she liked it.

"The path i've chosen is the path of war." she said calmly with a slight sadistic grin on her face. "The world might expect me to walk a path of peace or restraint, but I am a fighter. The desire to fight and become stronger flows within my blood, it is etched on every cell of my body." Her stance changed and she looked over at him. An itch had been growing in her body that she wanted to scratch.

"How about having a little sparring match with me?" she asked with that same grin on her face. She was really in the mood for a fight. She'd fought many opponents and as such she could see things about his body. The way his muscles moved and how they'd developed showed that what development had occured was mostly not from fighting. He should be an easy opponent for her, but she never understimated an opponent. "Don't worry i'll go easy on you." That she would do, at least until he gave her a reason to go all out. She never underestimated an opponent, but if she felt they were weak she wouldn't go all out unless she had to.