Log Oshitari, Shishido
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tenipuri_xpDate: Backdated to a couple weeks or so ago when Tari was having trouble sleeping ... I kept forgetting to post it. v.v
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Sumamry: Shishido and Oshitari have some fun sparring.
Oshitari leapt back, narrowly dodging the fist that just missed his abdomen. He managed to flip back sweat-soaked strands of his deep blue hair out of his face seconds before the next fist closed in on him.
In the past half hour, he had been on the defensive, deftly evading Shishido's jabs and landing little of his own. Even when he managed to find an opening, the other mutant's wings conspired to get in his way. More than once he had been brushed and batted in the face by them. It was becoming so very tempting to take a hit long enough to reach out with his power and touch the places on the white feathery appendages where he knew it would reduce Shishido into writhing mush. It was only out of some bizarre sort of respect he had seemed to pick up for the younger mutant that kept him from doing so, though.
Darting in close enough to try another move he remembered seeing Kamio do, he danced away quickly before the answering fist connected with his face.
Easily sidestepping an attack, Shishido countered, his fist gliding by the side of Oshitari’s face, his hair brushing his knuckles as he quickly twirled about, using his wings to distract as he went to kick out Oshitari’s legs from beneath him. They fight had been going fairly well, but it was clear the other mutant still wasn’t quite comfortable with hand to hand combat. “You won’t beat me with Kamio’s moves if you don’t have his speed.” He taunted, breathing heavily.
Oshitari glared up at him, having jumped over Shishido's leg at the last minute to somersault back, an arm between his knees propping him up on the floor. "If you would cease trying to shove feathers up my nose at every turn, I wouldn't be tempted to end this right now by making you see nothing but black, Shishido-kun" he panted himself, forcing himself up on less than steady legs to circle the younger boy again. It probably would be best not to use moves of Kamio's that Shishido knew...perhaps he could combine what he knew. A feint, and another, and he lunged with a fist rather than his foil, clipping Shishido rather neatly. His smug smirk was short lived though, and again he had to resort to exhaustive evasive tactics to avoid pulverization. The toll it was taking on him was obvious...his reactions slower and his body heavy. It wouldn't take much for Shishido to win. He merely had to land a punch. But Oshitari was determined not to let it happen, demanding his body to twist and fold and jump where he need it to.
“Nothing but black? You wouldn’t dare.” Shishido growled as he went into another string of offensive attacks wishing that Oshitari would just hold still for one second. Fencing had certainly made the older mutant nimble if nothing else. He had been wanting to toss a nice solid punch into the smirking face, but he was beginning to think he could settle for the stomach just as long as he ended this. With another growl, he crouched and lunged for the other, hoping that the different tactic, one he’d learn from Saeki and altered a bit, would help him bring the other down into a heap on the floor where he belonged. He didn’t wan tot play this cat and mouse game for another half hour.
Caught off guard, Oshitari stumbled back, attempted to leap out of Shishido's path again. But, he was too tired and wasn't quite fast enough to pull it off. With a clipped oath, he caught the brunt of it head on, crashing back onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him.
Shishido, to his own folly, hadn’t expected Oshitari to go toppling back quite like he had and was caught off balance. Which of course caused him to follow the other mutant with his own curse as he landed on top of him. “Stupid balance.” He muttered while taking deep breaths. He was always being yelled at for over compensating his centre of balance and this was what happened when he did it. He did note however that he had succeeded in bringing down the other mutant, and considered it a success in the end. He let out a chuckle at the waste of a perfectly good finishing move, he’d never seen Saeki fall on top of him after it. “I can’t believe I fell.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he laughed some more.
"I cannot believe you did as well," Oshitari groused from underneath him, squirming a bit at some part of Shishido that was digging into his side painfully. He spit out an errant feather that slipped into the corner of his mouth. "I suppose that move would be even more effective if you could do it while flying" he noted grumpily, catching his breath. At least he could claim it had taken Shishido near three quarters of an hour to wear him down enough to beat him. There had to be a way to utilize his evasive techniques and still be more on the offensive, he merely had to find it. "As light as you surprisingly are, would you mind, Shishido-kun? This floor is cold."
“Shut up, I was getting tired.” Shishido snapped back, his wings twitching at the insult. He had to agree that it would be more efficient if he was flying, he could move faster and take off instead of falling over after his opponent. Maybe he’d test it out on his instructor the next time he had a class with him. Frowning, Shishido looked down at Oshitari before he realised that yes, he was still pinning the other to the floor, and that they had somehow worked themselves off the practice mats and on to the hard and cold gym floor some time during the fight. “Yeah, sure.” He muttered before sitting up enough to straddle the other’s thighs before standing up completely. He hated not being able to just roll off of people and stand up, not that it normally bothered him anymore; it’s just that despite Oshitari behaving himself, he was still on edge around him.
Standing and stretching out his arms and wings, Shishido watched as Oshitari moved off the floor, “It was a fun work out. Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” He questioned pushing back stray hair that had come loose in the fight and frowning.
It wasn't so surprising anymore that he wasn't yanking the long haired mutant back on him just to see him squirm. Oshitari simply assumed that he had gotten enough from Shishido in that department, hence why he preferred to remain cordial to the younger boy. He sat up heavily, shaking his hair out of his face.
"I would not jump right to fun. Perhaps when I defeat you next time, it will be." He treated Shishido to a rather challenging grin before groaning as he laboured to stand back up. Since they were done, he indulged himself in stretching out some leftover festering bits of psionic energy, reaching out with his power to effectively make Shishido 'blind' for a long moment.
“Tch, like you’ll defeat me next time.” Shishido boasted, walking over towards the benches to get his water before freezing. He couldn’t see. With a growl he turned to give, where he thought Oshitari might be, an evil glare. He felt completely defenceless, ever since his eyesight mutated, he didn’t even have to worry about not being able to see in the dark. And as he stood there, not moving, he realised that he was probably a bit too dependent on his sight. “Cut it out Oshitari, I didn’t volunteer myself for this.” Well he had said he’d let the other practice on him, but this wasn’t very cool and definitely not what he was thinking. His wings were ruffling behind him, most likely giving away his complete discomfort to the other mutant. He hated feeling defenceless.
"Merely paying you back for the feathers in my face, Shishido-kun" Oshitari said lightly, pulling the diminished energy back. Having levelled that part of him off, his eyes now drooped. "I believe I am ready for sleep now" he stifled a yawn. He watched the wings ruffle even though he was no longer affecting the other mutant. "I did not hurt you, Shishido-kun. You did dare me, and now I've practiced my power as well and can sleep."
“Damn it,” Shishido muttered, there was a difference between feathers and nothing but black. He was going to swear again when his sight was returned and he visibly relaxed, though it took a few extra minutes to get his wings to stop ruffling. “Care to warn me next time you plan on making me blind.” Shishido growled stalking towards his water refusing to admit how freaky that had been. He’d really been taking his eyesight for advantage. Maybe he’d ask his instructor if he could train with a blindfold on or something, just to see if he could. “Tch, I guess I’m glad you can sleep though. At least then you can stop whining about it.” He said with a sideways smile, it wasn’t often he got a chance to tease the other mutant.
He got a slightly frosty look in return as Oshitari stretched slowly, arching an eyebrow at him. "I certainly do not whine" he informed the other mutant stiffly.
“Of course you don’t.” Shishido said, tossing his water bottle to Oshitari and grabbing a towel. Definitely a shower and then lunch, sparring with Oshitari had taken more work than he had thought. “You know, you’re really good at evading, but you wont’ win if you can’t solidly land a hit.” Shishido said, commenting on the fight. It was just something he did after fights, and normally his partner would return the favour. They were here to learn and they couldn’t get better if they didn’t know what to work on.
Oshitari caught the bottle with one hand. "Really" he drawled in a deadpan, already aware of that fact and annoyed at being reminded. He made a shaky beeline for his own towel, drying his hair before wrapping the fabric around his neck. "Thank you for the advice. I suppose then you won't mind my telling you that with your eyesight, speed, and reach, there was really no reason it should have taken you so long to beat me. I rather expected you to more accurately read my moves" he shot back, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
Shishido shrugged, not minding the insult wrapped up as criticism as most would have believed. He knew that his eyesight was a problem; He seemed to have the opposite problem of Kamio, where the speed mutant would have troubles keeping focused on what was going on around him, Shishido found that his eyes tended to focus in too much on detail that didn’t matter. His instructor was trying to teach him how to use it to spot the smallest of muscle movements and predict moves, but he wasn’t anywhere near that yet.
And well, the other part of Oshitari’s complaint… “I do train with a feline transmorph a lot of times Oshitari, who says he hasn’t taught me how to play with my food.” Shishido smirked and ran his tongue over his lips while rubbing his belly in a completely teasing manner.
"Am I food to you then, Shishido-kun? Or would that be Saeki-kun?" Oshitari muttered around his towel, wiping a sheen of sweat off of his face. A stray thought of Saeki staring at him, licking his own lips, crossed his mind, and he shivered a bit before cocking his head at Shishido's antics. "It doesn't look quite right when you do that, Shishido-kun. You haven't quite got the predator look."
“Well you this time. But I guess the analogy works better when it’s Saeki doing it to me. That whole cat and bird thing.” Shishido said pulling out his hair tie and running a hand through his hair. “Not that I support the whole bird talk.” He said.
Shishido huffed at what Oshitari said next. Really, there was nothing wrong with his predator look. “Nothing is wrong with my look. Or should I just keep playing the innocent angel and attack my victims while they’re distracted?” He asked putting on his best innocent angel look and fluffing his wings up behind him to complete it. Some days he wished he had sprouted black wings or something less holy.
"Working to your strengths would be wise. You do have that quasi-innocent, oblivious look down pat" Oshitari grinned at him teasingly, in a better mood now that he had ruffled the Angel some.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted by that.” Shishido said flapping his wings to settle the fluffed feathers back in place. “But I guess it’s better than the perverted leering look you normally have going on.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to slip on his slippers for the walk back to his room. He found the floors got very cold in the winter.
"What perverted leering look?" Oshitari scoffed, smirking mockingly from around his towel as he staggered to gather his own belongings.
“You know, the look you do.” Shishido said and then proceeded to do his best Yuushi Oshitari molester impression. Though he was sure it didn’t even come close to the real thing it should be enough to remind Oshitari that he does in fact leer.
Oshitari blinked at him wordlessly for a moment, not sure if he was more insulted by the poor imitation or amused by it. In the end, he laughed, shaking his head as he slipped his shoes back on. "What a horrible look on you, Shishido-kun. Best leave the perverted, leering looks to the professionals, I suppose" he joked ironically. He felt a little lightheaded; took the last swig of water from Shishido's bottle unconcernedly and planned to fall directly into his bed.
“Tch, I wouldn’t want to leer. It’s not very subtle.” Shishido said crossing his arms with his feathers ruffling behind him. “Are you going to make it to your room? I’d for someone else to trip over your body and hurt themselves.” He said tossing his hair back up in a pony.
"Of course I can make it. I am only a bit unsteady" Oshitari defended himself archly, proving it by striding not so gracefully past Shishido, tugging the end of his ponytail out of joint on his way out. "Besides" he added, already calling back from well beyond the doorway, "'Subtle' and 'Shishido-kun' do not mix." He uttered an almost missed chuckle, and was gone.
“Hey!” Shishido squawked as his ponytail was pulled after he had just gotten it up. He would have gone after Oshitari for that, but he figured that having to face the stairs would be better revenge to Oshitari than anything he’d do right now. He looked up from adjusting his hair as the other called out one last thing before disappearing. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Sumamry: Shishido and Oshitari have some fun sparring.
Oshitari leapt back, narrowly dodging the fist that just missed his abdomen. He managed to flip back sweat-soaked strands of his deep blue hair out of his face seconds before the next fist closed in on him.
In the past half hour, he had been on the defensive, deftly evading Shishido's jabs and landing little of his own. Even when he managed to find an opening, the other mutant's wings conspired to get in his way. More than once he had been brushed and batted in the face by them. It was becoming so very tempting to take a hit long enough to reach out with his power and touch the places on the white feathery appendages where he knew it would reduce Shishido into writhing mush. It was only out of some bizarre sort of respect he had seemed to pick up for the younger mutant that kept him from doing so, though.
Darting in close enough to try another move he remembered seeing Kamio do, he danced away quickly before the answering fist connected with his face.
Easily sidestepping an attack, Shishido countered, his fist gliding by the side of Oshitari’s face, his hair brushing his knuckles as he quickly twirled about, using his wings to distract as he went to kick out Oshitari’s legs from beneath him. They fight had been going fairly well, but it was clear the other mutant still wasn’t quite comfortable with hand to hand combat. “You won’t beat me with Kamio’s moves if you don’t have his speed.” He taunted, breathing heavily.
Oshitari glared up at him, having jumped over Shishido's leg at the last minute to somersault back, an arm between his knees propping him up on the floor. "If you would cease trying to shove feathers up my nose at every turn, I wouldn't be tempted to end this right now by making you see nothing but black, Shishido-kun" he panted himself, forcing himself up on less than steady legs to circle the younger boy again. It probably would be best not to use moves of Kamio's that Shishido knew...perhaps he could combine what he knew. A feint, and another, and he lunged with a fist rather than his foil, clipping Shishido rather neatly. His smug smirk was short lived though, and again he had to resort to exhaustive evasive tactics to avoid pulverization. The toll it was taking on him was obvious...his reactions slower and his body heavy. It wouldn't take much for Shishido to win. He merely had to land a punch. But Oshitari was determined not to let it happen, demanding his body to twist and fold and jump where he need it to.
“Nothing but black? You wouldn’t dare.” Shishido growled as he went into another string of offensive attacks wishing that Oshitari would just hold still for one second. Fencing had certainly made the older mutant nimble if nothing else. He had been wanting to toss a nice solid punch into the smirking face, but he was beginning to think he could settle for the stomach just as long as he ended this. With another growl, he crouched and lunged for the other, hoping that the different tactic, one he’d learn from Saeki and altered a bit, would help him bring the other down into a heap on the floor where he belonged. He didn’t wan tot play this cat and mouse game for another half hour.
Caught off guard, Oshitari stumbled back, attempted to leap out of Shishido's path again. But, he was too tired and wasn't quite fast enough to pull it off. With a clipped oath, he caught the brunt of it head on, crashing back onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him.
Shishido, to his own folly, hadn’t expected Oshitari to go toppling back quite like he had and was caught off balance. Which of course caused him to follow the other mutant with his own curse as he landed on top of him. “Stupid balance.” He muttered while taking deep breaths. He was always being yelled at for over compensating his centre of balance and this was what happened when he did it. He did note however that he had succeeded in bringing down the other mutant, and considered it a success in the end. He let out a chuckle at the waste of a perfectly good finishing move, he’d never seen Saeki fall on top of him after it. “I can’t believe I fell.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he laughed some more.
"I cannot believe you did as well," Oshitari groused from underneath him, squirming a bit at some part of Shishido that was digging into his side painfully. He spit out an errant feather that slipped into the corner of his mouth. "I suppose that move would be even more effective if you could do it while flying" he noted grumpily, catching his breath. At least he could claim it had taken Shishido near three quarters of an hour to wear him down enough to beat him. There had to be a way to utilize his evasive techniques and still be more on the offensive, he merely had to find it. "As light as you surprisingly are, would you mind, Shishido-kun? This floor is cold."
“Shut up, I was getting tired.” Shishido snapped back, his wings twitching at the insult. He had to agree that it would be more efficient if he was flying, he could move faster and take off instead of falling over after his opponent. Maybe he’d test it out on his instructor the next time he had a class with him. Frowning, Shishido looked down at Oshitari before he realised that yes, he was still pinning the other to the floor, and that they had somehow worked themselves off the practice mats and on to the hard and cold gym floor some time during the fight. “Yeah, sure.” He muttered before sitting up enough to straddle the other’s thighs before standing up completely. He hated not being able to just roll off of people and stand up, not that it normally bothered him anymore; it’s just that despite Oshitari behaving himself, he was still on edge around him.
Standing and stretching out his arms and wings, Shishido watched as Oshitari moved off the floor, “It was a fun work out. Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” He questioned pushing back stray hair that had come loose in the fight and frowning.
It wasn't so surprising anymore that he wasn't yanking the long haired mutant back on him just to see him squirm. Oshitari simply assumed that he had gotten enough from Shishido in that department, hence why he preferred to remain cordial to the younger boy. He sat up heavily, shaking his hair out of his face.
"I would not jump right to fun. Perhaps when I defeat you next time, it will be." He treated Shishido to a rather challenging grin before groaning as he laboured to stand back up. Since they were done, he indulged himself in stretching out some leftover festering bits of psionic energy, reaching out with his power to effectively make Shishido 'blind' for a long moment.
“Tch, like you’ll defeat me next time.” Shishido boasted, walking over towards the benches to get his water before freezing. He couldn’t see. With a growl he turned to give, where he thought Oshitari might be, an evil glare. He felt completely defenceless, ever since his eyesight mutated, he didn’t even have to worry about not being able to see in the dark. And as he stood there, not moving, he realised that he was probably a bit too dependent on his sight. “Cut it out Oshitari, I didn’t volunteer myself for this.” Well he had said he’d let the other practice on him, but this wasn’t very cool and definitely not what he was thinking. His wings were ruffling behind him, most likely giving away his complete discomfort to the other mutant. He hated feeling defenceless.
"Merely paying you back for the feathers in my face, Shishido-kun" Oshitari said lightly, pulling the diminished energy back. Having levelled that part of him off, his eyes now drooped. "I believe I am ready for sleep now" he stifled a yawn. He watched the wings ruffle even though he was no longer affecting the other mutant. "I did not hurt you, Shishido-kun. You did dare me, and now I've practiced my power as well and can sleep."
“Damn it,” Shishido muttered, there was a difference between feathers and nothing but black. He was going to swear again when his sight was returned and he visibly relaxed, though it took a few extra minutes to get his wings to stop ruffling. “Care to warn me next time you plan on making me blind.” Shishido growled stalking towards his water refusing to admit how freaky that had been. He’d really been taking his eyesight for advantage. Maybe he’d ask his instructor if he could train with a blindfold on or something, just to see if he could. “Tch, I guess I’m glad you can sleep though. At least then you can stop whining about it.” He said with a sideways smile, it wasn’t often he got a chance to tease the other mutant.
He got a slightly frosty look in return as Oshitari stretched slowly, arching an eyebrow at him. "I certainly do not whine" he informed the other mutant stiffly.
“Of course you don’t.” Shishido said, tossing his water bottle to Oshitari and grabbing a towel. Definitely a shower and then lunch, sparring with Oshitari had taken more work than he had thought. “You know, you’re really good at evading, but you wont’ win if you can’t solidly land a hit.” Shishido said, commenting on the fight. It was just something he did after fights, and normally his partner would return the favour. They were here to learn and they couldn’t get better if they didn’t know what to work on.
Oshitari caught the bottle with one hand. "Really" he drawled in a deadpan, already aware of that fact and annoyed at being reminded. He made a shaky beeline for his own towel, drying his hair before wrapping the fabric around his neck. "Thank you for the advice. I suppose then you won't mind my telling you that with your eyesight, speed, and reach, there was really no reason it should have taken you so long to beat me. I rather expected you to more accurately read my moves" he shot back, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
Shishido shrugged, not minding the insult wrapped up as criticism as most would have believed. He knew that his eyesight was a problem; He seemed to have the opposite problem of Kamio, where the speed mutant would have troubles keeping focused on what was going on around him, Shishido found that his eyes tended to focus in too much on detail that didn’t matter. His instructor was trying to teach him how to use it to spot the smallest of muscle movements and predict moves, but he wasn’t anywhere near that yet.
And well, the other part of Oshitari’s complaint… “I do train with a feline transmorph a lot of times Oshitari, who says he hasn’t taught me how to play with my food.” Shishido smirked and ran his tongue over his lips while rubbing his belly in a completely teasing manner.
"Am I food to you then, Shishido-kun? Or would that be Saeki-kun?" Oshitari muttered around his towel, wiping a sheen of sweat off of his face. A stray thought of Saeki staring at him, licking his own lips, crossed his mind, and he shivered a bit before cocking his head at Shishido's antics. "It doesn't look quite right when you do that, Shishido-kun. You haven't quite got the predator look."
“Well you this time. But I guess the analogy works better when it’s Saeki doing it to me. That whole cat and bird thing.” Shishido said pulling out his hair tie and running a hand through his hair. “Not that I support the whole bird talk.” He said.
Shishido huffed at what Oshitari said next. Really, there was nothing wrong with his predator look. “Nothing is wrong with my look. Or should I just keep playing the innocent angel and attack my victims while they’re distracted?” He asked putting on his best innocent angel look and fluffing his wings up behind him to complete it. Some days he wished he had sprouted black wings or something less holy.
"Working to your strengths would be wise. You do have that quasi-innocent, oblivious look down pat" Oshitari grinned at him teasingly, in a better mood now that he had ruffled the Angel some.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted by that.” Shishido said flapping his wings to settle the fluffed feathers back in place. “But I guess it’s better than the perverted leering look you normally have going on.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to slip on his slippers for the walk back to his room. He found the floors got very cold in the winter.
"What perverted leering look?" Oshitari scoffed, smirking mockingly from around his towel as he staggered to gather his own belongings.
“You know, the look you do.” Shishido said and then proceeded to do his best Yuushi Oshitari molester impression. Though he was sure it didn’t even come close to the real thing it should be enough to remind Oshitari that he does in fact leer.
Oshitari blinked at him wordlessly for a moment, not sure if he was more insulted by the poor imitation or amused by it. In the end, he laughed, shaking his head as he slipped his shoes back on. "What a horrible look on you, Shishido-kun. Best leave the perverted, leering looks to the professionals, I suppose" he joked ironically. He felt a little lightheaded; took the last swig of water from Shishido's bottle unconcernedly and planned to fall directly into his bed.
“Tch, I wouldn’t want to leer. It’s not very subtle.” Shishido said crossing his arms with his feathers ruffling behind him. “Are you going to make it to your room? I’d for someone else to trip over your body and hurt themselves.” He said tossing his hair back up in a pony.
"Of course I can make it. I am only a bit unsteady" Oshitari defended himself archly, proving it by striding not so gracefully past Shishido, tugging the end of his ponytail out of joint on his way out. "Besides" he added, already calling back from well beyond the doorway, "'Subtle' and 'Shishido-kun' do not mix." He uttered an almost missed chuckle, and was gone.
“Hey!” Shishido squawked as his ponytail was pulled after he had just gotten it up. He would have gone after Oshitari for that, but he figured that having to face the stairs would be better revenge to Oshitari than anything he’d do right now. He looked up from adjusting his hair as the other called out one last thing before disappearing. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
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Date: 2005-12-31 02:33 am (UTC)