log; niou & akaya

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date; Friday afternoon, 23rd of May.
rating; pg for figthing and stupidity? XD;
summary; Akaya and Niou spar, kinda... things happen. Sekrits are revealed. ;D Stupidity and boy bonding time ensue? Short tags~.

The sports hall was near the park where Kirihara and Niou had first (and last) met -- where Niou had had his glasses blown up, and Kirihara had had his Secret Identity revealed. Or something to that effect -- details didn't really matter in the long run. It'd been empty, and they hadn't had to kick anybody out, to Niou's disappointment. A little drama would've been a nice leadup to the fight they were currently having. Or, the spar, as Kirihara would have probably called it.

Not that said spar was proving disappointing without any lead-up, no. On the contrary, Niou was getting the shit kicked out of him, and loving every lucid thirty-second block. He was good, for a street-fighter, but self-learned skills only went so far against an opponent clearly trained -- moreover, the phaser's knack for reading ahead only served to save himself from getting completely wiped out on deck in the face of Kirihara's power-augmented speed and strength.

It was one long round of good old hand-to-hand combat: no weapons, no powers (none that mattered anyway, in Niou's books. The extra strength did not) -- just two stupid boys, and their wits, fists, and stamina. The forty-five minute mark saw Niou sweating like he couldn't usually, laughing on the high like it mattered. He probably wasn't going to be able to breathe tomorrow without hurting, let alone move.

Felled to the floorboards again, hard, and winded a third time, Niou still rolled before his lungs recovered -- what self-respecting phaser couldn't move without air? -- and wheezed a chuckle as his breath caught up; Kirihara was still in his sights -- his eyes were quick, even if his powers were the sluggish type -- and he swung, only to miss and be hit again.

The pain jolted straight through Niou's nerves, tingling as his suppressed powers tried to phase, and he laughed.

It was creepy and annoying, how nearly each blow he delivered only served to make Niou laugh. At first, Akaya tried ignoring it, focusing more on the other's movements, hits and dodges, rather than on the unusual reaction. Niou wasn't bad per se, but he couldn't exactly be a match for him... after all, there was only as far as a human body could go, especially if it wasn't trained specifically to fight mutants.

So Akaya ignored the laughs, the snickers, the most odd of reactions, in favour of going all out on the other, as he suspected Niou wanted. But as it turned out, he couldn't ignore it forever -- being on the edge already since the Wednesday's failed meditation, and unconsciously he was beginning to hit harder, each blow more dangerous than the other. Using up more and more energy for speed (but of course it hardly meant he was in any danger of running out of energy)... soon blood ran up into his eyes, staining the white red, just like his irises, and Akaya realized just how far he was pushing. There was no stopping now, though, Niou kept laughing and Akaya did not like that.

Fist in the guts, jaw, spin and, before the other manages to get away, an elbow in the back.

The game was over -- suddenly Kirihara was behind him, and Niou couldn't turn in time. It was hard to keep his powers from kicking in against an unknown threat to his back. Harder when there was ringing in his ears, and his jaw cracked when he grinned. Trump card time. Laughter and laboured breaths cut to silence as he closed his eyes and phased.

Akaya expected his elbow to connect with Niou's back, instead he found himself stumbling forward with the force of his blow. Stumbling forward and falling through... What the fuck? Was all he could think, before his energy was practically ripped away from him. A sensation similar to how he normally used it, yet very different at the same time. Unfamiliar. It tickled, unpleasantly so. But what turned out even more not fun, for the moment, was when his body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. Akaya growled, then groaned, before fixing his eyes on Niou. "What... the... fuck?"

Niou eased his eyes open (...ow. At least one of them had probably gone black) when it became clear that Kirihara wasn't attacking him anymore. Unphasing, he rocked back on his heels as his lungs welcomed oxygen molecules back into happy, dizzying interaction. And he could laugh again, too, but the adrenaline was quickly fading and all that showed was a mere tired chuckle.

The phaser sat down, but winced as the fresh energy burn through his torso made itself known. It was like a bad sunburn (Kirihara's powers were strong, after all) except not just a surface thing, but all through his body at the points of phased contact. It was a different, sharper kind of hurt from the dull bruises and welts he could feel cropping up, and -- well, it hurt. "...the fuck yourself, you fucking toaster," Niou grumbled.

Red eye twitched, Toaster? "You wouldn't get toasted if you didn't..." Akaya was beginning to argue, blood slowly leaving his eyes again, making them only slightly pink, but he paused, shut his mouth and scratched his cheek, then down his neck -- even when normally used, the energy could make him itch, so it was twice as bad when it was forced out of him. "You're a mutant too..." he said finally, stating the obvious but not bothered by it in the slightest.

Niou watched Kirihara scratch for a moment longer before answering, amusement returning somewhat. "No shit, Sherlock." Must be some crazy blood pressure the guy racked up there, the phaser thought, as Kirihara's weirdass eye colour also faded. He couldn't help but grin, though. Now that both their genetic statuses were on the table: "Next time, it's everything in. All out." Kirhara didn't have to agree, but Niou couldn't really see why he'd refuse.

Akaya quirked an eyebrow, rubbing at his forearms now to get rid of the annoying itch, "Just gotta find a place I don't have to hold back in," Yamato'd ... well, okay, maybe not kill him, but it certainly wouldn't please him if Akaya wrecked a gym on a whim.

Well, they'd deal with that problem when it came up. Which wouldn't be for the next few weeks at least, if Niou's bruises had anything to say about it. Still the phaser laughed, tracking the other's agitation. "What are ya, allergic t' yourself or somethin'?"

"If anything," Akaya said with a smirk, "I could be allergic to you." Because it was Niou who pulled the energy out when he did that... thing. Akaya'd still need to find a name for it, "The energy itches when it's pulled out like that." He finally settled back on his hands, trying to ignore the itch now, "So you go through things, or something? What do you call it?"

"This?" Niou said, raising his right hand to consider it. Itch-inducing, huh? He eased onto his side. And swiped his hand through Kirihara's shoe. "Corporal in~tan~gi~bility," he said. "Officially. Supposedly."

Akaya jerked his foot away at that, not particularly happy that his power, together with Niou's, were just perfect to ... tickle him, in a way. "I see," he said, eyeing the other curiously, "You're not Brotherhood though," there was no use in hiding crap -- not the sort that Niou knew about already, at any rate. And perhaps this sense of familiarity would make him spill something important.

Niou barked a laugh. "Those obnoxious gits? Like hell I would be." Ideas of fundamental mutant superiority annoyed him almost as much as idiocy itself. Stupidity was not a genetic strain. "I'm independent, if you wanna know," he said, with a lazy smile. Not the whole truth, but certainly not much of a lie either. Wasn't as if he actually trusted any of the Friends of Humanity further than he could hurl a sequin.

The corner of his mouth quirked in amusement, at least they shared a similar opinion on Brotherhood. "Huh, if you say so," for now, Akaya had no reason to not believe Niou. " 's why you're so interested in other mutants?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"'Cause I am one?" Niou laughed. "Guess you could say so. Only some of 'em are interestin', though." He only liked the ones who could fight back with bite. Or make you second guess. Something that went beyond just having demented genes. Which was why he wasn't all behind a group like X-Prime, either. "Hey," he asked in return, curious too. "When'dja manifest?"

Well, it wouldn't hurt to share that information, "At fifteen. Around that age anyway," Akaya shrugged. Over four years ago, he was running on fifth now. And now, controlling his mutation was like breathing to him. Most of the time anyway. He could easily tell Niou how too, but the other only asked about the 'when', so that was what he got.

Fifteen, huh? Niou considered that thought. And flopped over onto his stomach (...ow) to see if there was any more of Kirihara he could reach to itch in the meantime. "So you're, what. Less'n twenty? Nineteen?" Eyes aside, Niou couldn't really pin the other as any older than Niou himself. Couldn't be that much younger, either. Probably.

"Nineteen, still for a few months," and Akaya wasn't looking forward to turning twenty. Somehow he didn't care and he suspected people would expect more of him, once that first digit of his age turned into 2. Annoying, he thought, ducking and backing off when Niou tried to phase through him again. "Stop that," he muttered, eyebrow twitching.

Of course, that only made Niou crawl closer, reaching out like a zombie. "I waaant your itchiiies~" he said, monotone. "I waaant yoooour iiitchiiiiiesss~"

Again, his eyebrow twitched, but this time accompanied by the corners of his lips twitching as well... Akaya couldn't help but burst out laughing, as he backed away again, fighting the temptation to poke Niou with his foot.

The phaser gave up, chuckling himself, as he collapsed onto his back. "I'll get your itchies some other time," he said, eyes slipping shut for a moment. "Like, when you haven't just caned me."

"Right," Akaya shook his head, still smiling. "Need help getting home?"

Niou cracked an eye open, looking up at Kirihara for a bit. Nice enough guy and all, but nah. Home was in Kanagawa anyway, and hell if Niou was going back there. "Thanks but no thanks, Kirihara Akaya," Niou drawled. "Appreciated, though." He pillowed his arms behind his head. "I'mma just camp here for a bit 'f it's all the same to you."

Akaya pursed his lips, and shrugged, "If ya say so," he stretched, then reached out to ruffle the spiky black hair, "Don't you die here, though, Niou Masaharu." Though Akaya ducked away quick, just in case Niou decided to try to make him itch again. He stood, dusting his pants off, "See you around, then."

Niou wrinkled his nose. "It'll take more than y' bare hands t'kill me," he said, but then grinned in anticipation of that higher-level fight. "'Til next."