Log: Akutsu and Saeki

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Date: Dec 18, 2007 (backdated)
Rating: PG for violence?
Summary: Cats and dogs don't get along, as Akutsu and Saeki prove with just a random encounter on the street ...




Nothing tasted quite like the acrid, cloying smoke of a stolen cigarette. Akutsu Jin slipped out of the smokeshop, carton of cigarettes shoved down his baggy pants, a single one dangling from his lips that he'd daringly stalked out of the shop with. The day had been a little boring up until now, but at least he was the fuck out of the house, away from that damn squawking Pigeon and the decorations going up around the house that almost made him nauseous to look at. At least shit was looking up a little now.

That is, until he turned and slammed straight into someone, dropping his coveted cigarette onto the ground. "Fuck", he snarled, ready to shove the other person aside and drop for it--fuck it, it was still good and lit--when he got a whiff of something that made him growl instinctively.

Did this fucker smell like cat?

"Whoa, sorry," Saeki said, holding up his hands placatingly. He looked. Whoops, but too bad. One less cancer stick in the world. "Chill dude, accidents happen. Not go--" He'd have continued, but the other was growling, and Saeki didn't like it when people growled at him. Especially someone who smelled like wet dog. "Pal, ease up," he said, eyes narrowing. "You were the one who wasn't looking where you were going, you know. I apologized. Let's be on our way, okay?"

Not that Saeki was going to turn his back on this guy for one moment--his instincts refused to let him.

Akutsu's golden eyes narrowed, and he snorted. It was as much to get the smell of cat out of his nose as a non-verbal comment. The growling didn't exactly ease, but faded into the background of his throat as he spoke. "You think I'm gonna take shit from a fuckin' pussy-smellin' prick like you?", he spat, the hairs on the back of his neck shooting up the more of that cat smell he got. Hell, he was used to people smelling like their goddamn cats, but this son of a bitch was drenched in the smell. Almost like he was a cat in human skin or some shit like that.

The animal in him stirred more, and his posture became more aggressive and intimidating. "Why doncha get your ass outta my way, Pussy-boy?"

Saeki wasn't going to take this from a smelly outsider he didn't know. Looking around, he decided this wasn't the best place for an encounter. "Oh yeah? You wanna take this business elsewhere? Gotta do the public a service and save them from unwashed canines, you mangy mutt," he said, eyes sharper now, turning golden. He wasn't going to shift out in public like this, but a deserted alley was useful for so many things. Education could be found everywhere, after all.

"Why wait, asshole?" Akutsu's fist shot out without any form of warning than a slight increase in volume of his growling. Oh yeah...few things were as satisfying in his life as feeling the impact of his fist against some prick's face. And this had an even greater feel where, instinctively, he was asserting his authority over this cat-bastard.

"We'll get to the mangy shit after I stuff your head up your ass", he snarled, advancing. Something in the back of his mind was panicking...he was breaking a rule, one of the sacred ones he'd lived by since he could remember. He was Attracting Attention. On the other hand, his instincts were screaming at him, all but drowning out that little voice with the need to snap a few kitty bones.

Sensing the shift in the growl, Saeki ducked just in time, side-stepping the wild punch that was all too fast. It seemed this wasn't a conflict one could avoid. Well, then, the least Saeki could do was get them both off the streets. Even if this idiot was willing to risk public exposure, Saeki had had quite enough of that. "If the little puppy thinks he can," he said, turning, running as fast as he could for the nearest alley he was sure would allow for a quick spar. It wasn't far--only a short dash away, and Saeki was all-too-aware of the other's presence behind him.

"Cat-fucker!" With a vicious snarl, Akutsu was fast on the other's heels, pissed that the cat-bastard was just a hair faster than him. He hardly paid attention to where he was, or the people that were diving out of their way as they tore down the street and between two buildings.

The carton of cigarettes dropped out of his pants leg after banging against his leg for half of the trip, left behind and forgotten on the street.

Rounding the corner, it only took a moment for Saeki to leap onto someone else's balcony (thank the lord, the apartment was empty) and shift there. He hoped the other wouldn't find him too quickly--this was when he was at his most vulnerable, the 30-seconds or so he needed to morph. He hissed--there wasn't enough room to stretch, and the position he was in was more painful than usual mid-change. He could hear the other--could smell that distinctive stench that Saeki associated with the canine family. Come on, he thought, and then hissed again, a low tiger snarl of pain as the last part began to push into place.

The sight of a human's body shifting into an animal form would have stopped a normal person in their tracks. Especially when it was a tiger that was forming right before their eyes. But Akutsu had already seen some bizarre shit in his life, and some freak cat mutant wasn't about to slow him down too much. The balcony gave him a little trouble, but he found his way up there, catching the other a few seconds before he was finished changing into a tiger.

Never allow prey to have a moment, an inch, whatever. Always attack, especially when they're vulnerable. It was an animal law, so deep in Akutsu's bones at the moment that he didn't even think to question it. He lunged and rolled with the mutant shifter, knocking them both off of the balcony.

The fall hurt, Saeki being the heavier of the two and therefore the one on the bottom when they landed. It was only a one-floor fall, but that certainly put paid to the saying cats always landed on their feet, Saeki thought even as he snarled in pain, lashing out. He hadn't finished shifting--not completely--but it hurt too much to do so at the moment. The important thing was getting this thing away from him. He growled, and then snapped, tiger jaws and claws already fully extended.

The fall might have knocked the wind out of Akutsu, but he recovered quickly, rolling slightly out of range when the thing attacked. But he was right back into the fray half a moment later, snarling and throwing short but powerful punches at the other mutant. Like hell he was giving this fucker half a chance to finish changing into a tiger or whatever the fuck. He might heal after a mauling, but fuck that it would still hurt like a bitch and no way was he going to let that happen.

Half the punches the other was throwing were landing, and Saeki snarled, angry now. "I sure hope you have a mommy to go home crying to," he said with a growl of pain before he was clawing back wildly, seeking to hurt and kill.

Akutsu couldn't say why later, but the comment made him pause for just a moment. Of course, that was all the other mutant needed to slash him in the face, not once, but twice. Rearing back and rolling onto his feet, Akutsu had had enough of this guy.

"Fuck you."

Moving into a loose stance, he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, waiting for the other to get up before he executed a swift and punishing roundhouse kick to the tiger-mutant's face.

Saeki had seen it coming, but that didn't mean he could avoid it--not when his head was spinning and his body hurting from the almost-finished change and the blows he'd received. He had just enough time to brace himself before the kick sent him down to the ground again. There was a sharp pain to his head, and for a moment, Saeki couldn't move--the breath had been knocked out of him, and he hadn't been training enough.

Dammit, he thought, unsheathing his claws again. Well, he was down, but not out. And once his body was willing to listen to him again, he'd be up and at the damned idiot for starting a fight in public. How Saeki was going to go back with these injuries, he wasn't sure, but he was most definitely going home. Couldn't say the same for the dog-mutant once Saeki managed to get up again, though.

"That's a good look for you. Face down in a gutter", Akutsu growled under his breath, wiping the thin rivulet of blood oozing from the healing slashes on his face. He was getting a handle on himself. It'd be easy to kill this cat-bastard...but was that what he wanted? Probably not. Just as long as the asshole stayed down, he was fine with it. Stuffing his fists into his pocket, he scuffed dirt in the other's direction with his shoe and walked over him, exiting the alley to find his cigs and get the hell back to the mansion.

He didn't look back.