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Yoshimitsu
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A Guan Dao is a polearm of sorts. Google it.
Yoshimitsu
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Chapter 8 - A Night Out. Gone Wrong.
See, me and Vincent didn't spend all of our free time in the house, or cheating at football. I mean, yeah, those things were fun. Especially the cheating at football. Sometimes, though, when we either got loads of cash from a hunt or we went three or four days without anything to do, we had to find ways to entertain ourselves. Not like that.
So sometimes we went out. Not just us usually, Kilik or Alexxia or Fratley usually came with us. We knew a few good places, like that really chilled bar or the street full of clubs. And all the drinks were pretty cheap. We looked old enough so we could get served. No one ever questioned us, so that was good.
A few days after the dragon bounty, we went out. Hadn't been out for a while. Seemed like a good idea, so yeah. Phoned a few people, like Kilik, Alexxia, even phoned Eddie since he was pretty cool. Seemed like a good crowd, and no Alex in sight. Fratley would have caused too much of a fuss that night, and he was back on Dragon Knight duty anyway.
Even though we went out to chill, I never left the house unprepared, and thank god for that since sometimes we got into trouble. Somewhere on my body, I'd hide at least one of my weapons. That night, I chose one of my guns. It had a retractable blade on it, pretty nifty idea, but it locked the trigger in place. Good, small thing so I could hide it easier. I strapped it to my leg before we went out.
"Oiii, I still dunno why you bother with that," Vincent said to me when he saw me strapping the gun to my leg.
"Hey, you never know what might happen," I replied, shrugging. It was true. You never do know what might happen. He just laughed at me.
"I think you're being a bit paranoid," Vincent said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Eh, still like to be prepared," I said. I stood up, and immediately Vincent pulled me in for a kiss. I still liked kissing him. It still felt like a smile. But I'm a sucker for dramatics, so mid-kiss, I teleported us to the street we were going out to.
"Dammit, Yosh, can't I have some warning next time?" Vincent laughed.
"And ruin the surprise?" I smirked. "Look, Kilik and Eddie are already waiting for us." Outside the club we wanted to go to, Kilik and Eddie were waiting. They didn't look uncomfortable, so I guess they got along.
"Heyyy Yosh," Kilik said. He already had a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Couldn't wait for us?" I asked, grinning. He just shrugged at me. "Eddie, nice to see you again."
"Likewise. You too, Vincent," Eddie replied, nodding to Vincent. Vincent nodded back.
"So, d'you guys wanna go in, or should we just stand outside?" vincent asked. I could see a smile playing around his lips. I laughed, and we went inside. The atmosphere there was amazing. I mean, sure, the music threatened to deafen people, but everyone was having a good time. People were dancing, chatting somehow, having a few drinks. I loved this club. It was one of the places I felt I belonged. First thing I did was ordered a drink and slipped on to the dance floor. Not literally. I didn't fall flat on my face. I moved with the people, dancing and grooving.
Vincent never really understood why I loved that place. You could move with anyone, against anyone, up close to anyone and no one cared. You could just belong. Be a part of everything, and you felt like it. I was dancing in between two girls, I could smell them, their unique scents, could feel the way their bodies moved against mine, everything. Every. Single. Movement.
I never took Vincent for the jealous type, y'know. I'm still not sure whether I do, but a second later the girls had moved and I could feel someone else behind me. Someone taller, stronger, male. Moving with me, close, very very close. I could smell him, feel him, hell I could almost taste him. It was Vincent. And he could really move when he wanted to.
I loved it.
I loved every minute of it.
That said, there weren't many minutes to it, since I was getting pretty damn thirsty. I slipped back off the dancefloor to get myself another drink, with Vincent close behind.
"Hey hey hey, get a room you two," Kilik mocked us as soon as he found us.
"Oi, it's not like we had no clothes on," I retorted, grinning.
"Bet you wish you didn't though," Eddie chipped in, smirking. I just grinned suggestively, and drank some of my drink.
"Never took you for the jealous type though, Vince," I said, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
"I'm not, but I saw you moving out there and couldn't resist," Vincent smirked back at me. He draped an arm across my shoulder. I liked it.
"Y'know, those girls were pretty cute," Eddie said, looking out back to the dancefloor.
"Yeah, but they were lesbians," I said.
"How do you know?" Kilik asked. He looked stunned.
"I know them. They're lesbians and a couple," I said.
"So how come they were dancing with you?" vincent asked me.
"Because we're friends, and they know I'm not about to grope them randomly," I said, smirking.
"Fuck me, Yosh, how the hell do you find these people?" Kilik asked. I just grinned, and slipped back on to the dancefloor.
Unfortunately, this time, something else managed to distract me. The floor shook. Violently. Not like the music was playing really loudly, like a bomb had gone off or something. I looked at Vincent, who looked just as confused as me. The sound came from outside. Me, Vincent, Kilik and Eddie all ran out of the club to see what was going on.
"Oh for fuck's sake. No, not tonight," Vincent said angrily. I understood why. The road looked like a war zone. Cars were on fire, the pavement was ripped to shreads and people were running away, screaming. And we were having such a good time.
"And you wonder why I always come prepared?" I said to Vincent, taking the gun from my leg. The culprit was up ahead. I didn't like looking at him. He really did creep me out. Not because he looked weird or anything. No, he looked normal enough. Kinda. Very short, spiky blonde hair, a couple of scars on his face, pretty normal clothes, just a t-shirt and jeans. The weapon in his hand was a bit of a concern, his sword. Why swords? Why does everyone use swords? I know me and Vincent do, but still.
"Who the hell are you and why are you ruining my night?" I demanded, stepping into the road so I was stood opposite him. I heard Vincent talking to Eddie and Kilik.
"Did you two bring any weapons?" He asked them. They both replied with negatives. Looks like it was up to me. Fine by me. He'd ruined my night, and I was ready to let loose and make him pay for it.
"You were in one of these buildings?" The guy said, with a cold laugh. The reason he creeped me out was because I could almost smell his hostility. It was really damn worrying.
"Yeah, and so were my friends. I'll ask again," I said, pointing the barrel of my gun at the guy. "Who the hell are you and why are you ruining my night?"
"Why? I need a reason to cause some mayhem and madness?"
"Yes. Yes you fucking do."
"Well then, I have none. As for who I am, well... I'm not gonna tell you."
"Have it your way," I said, and I pulled the trigger. For one insane moment, I thought it might work. He didn't move. Then I heard the bullet drop to the floor.
"What the hell?"
"I can move faster than a bullet."
"Yeah, well, so can I."
I pushed a button on the barrel of my gun, the blades extending, and ran at this guy, going at super speed. Now, it wasn't me being pissed off that was driving me. This guy was an actual threat. If someone didn't stop him, he'd cause mayhem. So it was down to me. I spun into a slash, but this guy, whoever he was, was moving too quickly and he blocked it, then backhanded me. He was bloody strong too. I thought my jaw might have broken, but it didn't, thank god. I didn't stop my attack though, I went for another round, but each time I attacked, he blocked it.
"This is all you've got? Don't make me laugh, kid," the guy said. I gritted my teeth and jumped back. Time for another one of my tricks. I got this one from Vincent. I can power up. Like, I can make myself move faster, get stronger, more agile, the works. This time, there is only one possible explanation. This was pulled from a power source in me somehow, which Vincent explained once. He called it my life energy. It doesn't affect my lifespan, but if I'm powered up for too long, I get pretty damn tired. One time, I was powered up and when I powered down, I slept for a week.
The only noticable difference is that my hair turns golden. That's the only way anyone can tell I've powered up. Vincent can go a step further, and his hair goes silver, but I'm still not that good. I powered up, and felt myself get stronger. This time when I went for the attack, he didn't block me quite as quickly. He still blocked, yeah, but I felt like I had a chance of beating him this time.
Well, I attacked him. As much as possible. As quickly as possible. Nothing I did could break his guard. I stopped just trying to use the gun, and started teleporting around him to attack him, but he blocked those too. I even started using elements, but every time I fired a beam of any element, he deflected, dodged or completely blocked it. Every time. Nothing I could do could put a scratch on him.
Then he went on the offensive.
I was overwhelmed. He was fast. He was strong. He had his own powers. At first, I could defend. I managed, just about, to defend, blocking or dodging his attacks. But he wasn't even going at half speed. I could only just follow his movements, and my lucky escaped were getting closer and closer.
I knew the fight was over when he teleported behind me, though. I couldn't turn fast enough, and suddenly I felt a massive pain in my back. Energy. I don't know what kind, or if it was even energy in the first place. All I saw was a flash of red, then I was thrown forward, blasted straight out of my 'super' mode, sent rolling across the road painfully. I could barely move. I had no clue what he'd done. I looked up at him, this small movement sending pain shooting through my body.
"Oh, you're done?" The guy taunted me. He was flourishing his sword. "Don't tell me this is the best defense you have? I don't believe this." I opened my mouth to reply, but all I managed was to cough up some blood. It hurt like hell. "Guess it's time to end this." He started walking towards me.
"Don't take another step," Vincent said. He was in front of me. So were Kilik and Eddie. Vincent had grabbed my gun. His hair was silver. He meant business.
"This is too much. I'm not fighting you three, I have better things to do." Those were the last words I heard before I finally passed out.
See, me and Vincent didn't spend all of our free time in the house, or cheating at football. I mean, yeah, those things were fun. Especially the cheating at football. Sometimes, though, when we either got loads of cash from a hunt or we went three or four days without anything to do, we had to find ways to entertain ourselves. Not like that.
So sometimes we went out. Not just us usually, Kilik or Alexxia or Fratley usually came with us. We knew a few good places, like that really chilled bar or the street full of clubs. And all the drinks were pretty cheap. We looked old enough so we could get served. No one ever questioned us, so that was good.
A few days after the dragon bounty, we went out. Hadn't been out for a while. Seemed like a good idea, so yeah. Phoned a few people, like Kilik, Alexxia, even phoned Eddie since he was pretty cool. Seemed like a good crowd, and no Alex in sight. Fratley would have caused too much of a fuss that night, and he was back on Dragon Knight duty anyway.
Even though we went out to chill, I never left the house unprepared, and thank god for that since sometimes we got into trouble. Somewhere on my body, I'd hide at least one of my weapons. That night, I chose one of my guns. It had a retractable blade on it, pretty nifty idea, but it locked the trigger in place. Good, small thing so I could hide it easier. I strapped it to my leg before we went out.
"Oiii, I still dunno why you bother with that," Vincent said to me when he saw me strapping the gun to my leg.
"Hey, you never know what might happen," I replied, shrugging. It was true. You never do know what might happen. He just laughed at me.
"I think you're being a bit paranoid," Vincent said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Eh, still like to be prepared," I said. I stood up, and immediately Vincent pulled me in for a kiss. I still liked kissing him. It still felt like a smile. But I'm a sucker for dramatics, so mid-kiss, I teleported us to the street we were going out to.
"Dammit, Yosh, can't I have some warning next time?" Vincent laughed.
"And ruin the surprise?" I smirked. "Look, Kilik and Eddie are already waiting for us." Outside the club we wanted to go to, Kilik and Eddie were waiting. They didn't look uncomfortable, so I guess they got along.
"Heyyy Yosh," Kilik said. He already had a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Couldn't wait for us?" I asked, grinning. He just shrugged at me. "Eddie, nice to see you again."
"Likewise. You too, Vincent," Eddie replied, nodding to Vincent. Vincent nodded back.
"So, d'you guys wanna go in, or should we just stand outside?" vincent asked. I could see a smile playing around his lips. I laughed, and we went inside. The atmosphere there was amazing. I mean, sure, the music threatened to deafen people, but everyone was having a good time. People were dancing, chatting somehow, having a few drinks. I loved this club. It was one of the places I felt I belonged. First thing I did was ordered a drink and slipped on to the dance floor. Not literally. I didn't fall flat on my face. I moved with the people, dancing and grooving.
Vincent never really understood why I loved that place. You could move with anyone, against anyone, up close to anyone and no one cared. You could just belong. Be a part of everything, and you felt like it. I was dancing in between two girls, I could smell them, their unique scents, could feel the way their bodies moved against mine, everything. Every. Single. Movement.
I never took Vincent for the jealous type, y'know. I'm still not sure whether I do, but a second later the girls had moved and I could feel someone else behind me. Someone taller, stronger, male. Moving with me, close, very very close. I could smell him, feel him, hell I could almost taste him. It was Vincent. And he could really move when he wanted to.
I loved it.
I loved every minute of it.
That said, there weren't many minutes to it, since I was getting pretty damn thirsty. I slipped back off the dancefloor to get myself another drink, with Vincent close behind.
"Hey hey hey, get a room you two," Kilik mocked us as soon as he found us.
"Oi, it's not like we had no clothes on," I retorted, grinning.
"Bet you wish you didn't though," Eddie chipped in, smirking. I just grinned suggestively, and drank some of my drink.
"Never took you for the jealous type though, Vince," I said, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
"I'm not, but I saw you moving out there and couldn't resist," Vincent smirked back at me. He draped an arm across my shoulder. I liked it.
"Y'know, those girls were pretty cute," Eddie said, looking out back to the dancefloor.
"Yeah, but they were lesbians," I said.
"How do you know?" Kilik asked. He looked stunned.
"I know them. They're lesbians and a couple," I said.
"So how come they were dancing with you?" vincent asked me.
"Because we're friends, and they know I'm not about to grope them randomly," I said, smirking.
"Fuck me, Yosh, how the hell do you find these people?" Kilik asked. I just grinned, and slipped back on to the dancefloor.
Unfortunately, this time, something else managed to distract me. The floor shook. Violently. Not like the music was playing really loudly, like a bomb had gone off or something. I looked at Vincent, who looked just as confused as me. The sound came from outside. Me, Vincent, Kilik and Eddie all ran out of the club to see what was going on.
"Oh for fuck's sake. No, not tonight," Vincent said angrily. I understood why. The road looked like a war zone. Cars were on fire, the pavement was ripped to shreads and people were running away, screaming. And we were having such a good time.
"And you wonder why I always come prepared?" I said to Vincent, taking the gun from my leg. The culprit was up ahead. I didn't like looking at him. He really did creep me out. Not because he looked weird or anything. No, he looked normal enough. Kinda. Very short, spiky blonde hair, a couple of scars on his face, pretty normal clothes, just a t-shirt and jeans. The weapon in his hand was a bit of a concern, his sword. Why swords? Why does everyone use swords? I know me and Vincent do, but still.
"Who the hell are you and why are you ruining my night?" I demanded, stepping into the road so I was stood opposite him. I heard Vincent talking to Eddie and Kilik.
"Did you two bring any weapons?" He asked them. They both replied with negatives. Looks like it was up to me. Fine by me. He'd ruined my night, and I was ready to let loose and make him pay for it.
"You were in one of these buildings?" The guy said, with a cold laugh. The reason he creeped me out was because I could almost smell his hostility. It was really damn worrying.
"Yeah, and so were my friends. I'll ask again," I said, pointing the barrel of my gun at the guy. "Who the hell are you and why are you ruining my night?"
"Why? I need a reason to cause some mayhem and madness?"
"Yes. Yes you fucking do."
"Well then, I have none. As for who I am, well... I'm not gonna tell you."
"Have it your way," I said, and I pulled the trigger. For one insane moment, I thought it might work. He didn't move. Then I heard the bullet drop to the floor.
"What the hell?"
"I can move faster than a bullet."
"Yeah, well, so can I."
I pushed a button on the barrel of my gun, the blades extending, and ran at this guy, going at super speed. Now, it wasn't me being pissed off that was driving me. This guy was an actual threat. If someone didn't stop him, he'd cause mayhem. So it was down to me. I spun into a slash, but this guy, whoever he was, was moving too quickly and he blocked it, then backhanded me. He was bloody strong too. I thought my jaw might have broken, but it didn't, thank god. I didn't stop my attack though, I went for another round, but each time I attacked, he blocked it.
"This is all you've got? Don't make me laugh, kid," the guy said. I gritted my teeth and jumped back. Time for another one of my tricks. I got this one from Vincent. I can power up. Like, I can make myself move faster, get stronger, more agile, the works. This time, there is only one possible explanation. This was pulled from a power source in me somehow, which Vincent explained once. He called it my life energy. It doesn't affect my lifespan, but if I'm powered up for too long, I get pretty damn tired. One time, I was powered up and when I powered down, I slept for a week.
The only noticable difference is that my hair turns golden. That's the only way anyone can tell I've powered up. Vincent can go a step further, and his hair goes silver, but I'm still not that good. I powered up, and felt myself get stronger. This time when I went for the attack, he didn't block me quite as quickly. He still blocked, yeah, but I felt like I had a chance of beating him this time.
Well, I attacked him. As much as possible. As quickly as possible. Nothing I did could break his guard. I stopped just trying to use the gun, and started teleporting around him to attack him, but he blocked those too. I even started using elements, but every time I fired a beam of any element, he deflected, dodged or completely blocked it. Every time. Nothing I could do could put a scratch on him.
Then he went on the offensive.
I was overwhelmed. He was fast. He was strong. He had his own powers. At first, I could defend. I managed, just about, to defend, blocking or dodging his attacks. But he wasn't even going at half speed. I could only just follow his movements, and my lucky escaped were getting closer and closer.
I knew the fight was over when he teleported behind me, though. I couldn't turn fast enough, and suddenly I felt a massive pain in my back. Energy. I don't know what kind, or if it was even energy in the first place. All I saw was a flash of red, then I was thrown forward, blasted straight out of my 'super' mode, sent rolling across the road painfully. I could barely move. I had no clue what he'd done. I looked up at him, this small movement sending pain shooting through my body.
"Oh, you're done?" The guy taunted me. He was flourishing his sword. "Don't tell me this is the best defense you have? I don't believe this." I opened my mouth to reply, but all I managed was to cough up some blood. It hurt like hell. "Guess it's time to end this." He started walking towards me.
"Don't take another step," Vincent said. He was in front of me. So were Kilik and Eddie. Vincent had grabbed my gun. His hair was silver. He meant business.
"This is too much. I'm not fighting you three, I have better things to do." Those were the last words I heard before I finally passed out.
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Shocari
Too much suspense. So glad I read it. Your story is awesome.
Please, write new chapter. I can't deal with the suspense. :'(
Wow, this chapter was really well written and really suspenseful. As always I loved the way you described the battels. I wonder how Yoshimitsu will react to being beaten like that?
Yoshimitsu
Former Moderator
Chapter 9 - Driven, and a date
The fight changed my life at that time. Never, ever before, not once, was I beaten in a fight so easily, and so completely. I didn't know who that guy was, but the fact that he was so damn powerful made me remember everything about him. If I saw him again, I wouldn't lose. I was sure about that.
I started training. Properly training. In every different way I could. I even worked out a routine for it. Every morning, I'd get up at six am. If that fight hadn't happened, I'd probably complain about it, but I was so driven to get better. I'd get some coffee, then start. Go out into the area around the house with weighted clothes on, like wristbands, heavy undershirts, stuff like that. Push-ups, sit-ups, weights, variations on those, cardio-stuff. My favourite was my speed stuff. I'd jump on to the surface of the water and run in circles. As fast as I could. For a solid hour.
Vincent was surprised the first time he saw me. I was doing push-ups at the time. He came out of the house, wondering where I was I guess.
"Whoa, Yoshi, what's with the exercise?" He asked me, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Training," I replied.
"what for?" He asked. I glanced at him. He'd raised an eyebrow. I guess it was pretty surprising.
"Can't be beaten like that again, can I?"
"Yoshi, no one thinks any worse of you."
"It's not that. Whoever he was, he's a real threat. If he turns up again, we need to stop him and I can't be beaten like that again." Vincent didn't say anything. I think he knew how badly it effected me. I don't think he knew why. I felt so powerless. So pathetic. I wont ever feel like that again. After a while, Vincent went inside. I was grateful. I needed some time alone.
It was the same for weeks. The same routine every day. Sometimes Vincent joined me, sometimes he just watched. I noticed a change in myself. I was stronger and faster. I think Vincent noticed too. One part of me felt guilty, thought. All of my free time went into training. Vincent was left with nothing to do.
One day, I took the day off. No training, no bounties. I wanted to spend the day with Vincent. I don't think he realised at first, though. I was awake at six, as usual, but I didn't get up. I kinda drifted between being awake and being asleep. At about eight, I guess, he came into my room. I was still only partially awake. I heard the door open and rolled over to look.
"Vincent," I grumbled. I was still barely awake, so I probably sounded stupid.
"Thought you'd be out training," Vincent said. He went to leave the room.
"Vincent," I said again. Even I could tell my voice sounded weird.
"Yeah? What's up?" He asked, turning back to look at me.
"Stay with me?" I asked. I saw him smile. I missed that smile. He came over and sat on the bed next to me, and pulled me into his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel my head rising and falling on his chest as he breathed, so I snuggled in a bit closer, closing my eyes.
There, in his arms, I felt safe.
It was a good start to the day.
I honestly had no clue what I had planned for the day. I figured we could just be random. Like we usually were on days off. We stayed in my bed until... eleven, maybe? Then we finally got up, and went to make breakfast. In the kitchen that we still didn't seem to leave often. I still didn't eat properly first thing in a morning, so I just had coffee.
"Not that I'm complaining, but how come you aren't training today?" Vincent asked me.
"I wanted to spend the day with you," I said, sipping my coffee. "I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you." Vincent smiled again.
"So what did you have planned?" He asked. He still wasn't any good with emotional speeches. I smiled at that.
"Er... well..." I started. I could feel myself blushing. "To be honest, I didn't think that far ahead." Vincent grinned at me.
"Well, do you wanna go for a meal and a movie, then?" He suggested.
"Yeah, sounds nice. What's on?" I asked. He threw the paper to me, letting me decide. I flicked through the paper to the movie listings. "Hey, cool, High School Musical Three's on" Vincent smirked at me.
"High School Musical Three," he said skeptically.
"Don't look at me like that, you said the same thing about the second one," I said, grinning.
"Yeah, and then you were singing all the songs for a month afterwards," Vincent replied. "But yeah, alright. High School Musical Three it is. When's it on?"
"Half seven. Meal first or second, d'you reckon?" I asked.
"I'd say second. Means if we want to drink anything, we wont be drunk during the movie."
"Oh god, remember last time that happened?"
"Yeah, you started singing all the way through it. And we still didn't get chucked out, somehow."
"But it was a crappy movie anyway!" I said mock-indignantly, pouting. Vincent laughed, then pulled me round for a kiss.
When we seperated again, I went upstairs to clothe myself. I didn't notice him follow me until he loitered at the door of my room. I probably still wouldn't have realised he was there if my mirror wasn't reflecting the door. Still wearing just some pyjama shorts, I turned to look at him.
"Can't get enough of me, eh?" I said, grinning. Vincent laughed again. I turned back around, and started sorting through for clothes. I finally decided on some jeans I don't wear often, and probably with good reason. My hot pink skinny jeans. And a tight-fighting black t-shirt.
"Yosh, that outfit makes you look gayer than a rainbow," Vincent said, smirking at the outfit. While I was putting clothes on, he'd stepped into the room properly. I stuck my tongue out at him, then turned to start shoving clothes back into my wardrobe. When I turned back around, he was stood directly in front of me. I could have counted exactly how many eyelashes he had, he was that close.
"You love it," I said, grinning. As a reply, he pulled me in for another kiss. Yeah. He loved it.
At about seven pm, maybe a bit later, we set off for the movie. I say set off, we teleported to the cinema. No other way to travel. We even missed the massive crowds usually lined up. Maybe the traffic was bad or something. Oh, I'd changed my clothes again. Skinny jeans are cool, but bloody uncomfortable sometimes. Just some casual jeans now. The other good thing about arriving when we did was that we had time to get snacks and stuff. I bought one of those funny ice blasts that are, like, ninety percent sugar or something, and some popcorn. Vincent got the world's biggest coke. Seriously, it was huge. I didn't realise "large" meant "the same size as a small child".
I really liked the movie. That said, I like anything like that. Show me a Disney film that involves singing and I'll love it. Guarantee. I think Vincent liked it too, but he'd never admit it.
"I think this tux is too baggy, too tight it makes me look weird," I sang quietly as we walked out of the cinema.
"I take it you liked it then?" Vincent asked me.
"It was fucking amazing," I said, grinning like a loon. "What'd you think?"
"It was alright, not as bad as I thought it'd be," he replied. I could see him trying not to smile.
"You loved it really," I said, punching him playfully on the shoulder. He ruffled my hair back.
"So where we eating?" He asked me.
"How about over there?" I said, pointing at a nearby restaurant. Vincent nodded.
The meal was nice too. Not just 'cause of the food. I mean, yeah, the food was ace, but the fact that me and Vincent were out... well, it was a date. Not like we usually went out, clubbing or whatever, but we went out for a meal and a movie. On a date. We never said it was, but that's what it felt like. So while we were sat eating whatever food we'd ordered (chicken in my case, a burger in his) and sipping our drinks (which, thankfully, we hadn't been questioned on age about), I constantly had a smile on my face.
"This is nice," Vincent said while we were waiting for dessert.
"Yeah, it is," I said, leaning back. "I dunno if I can eat dessert though, I'm stuffed."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. At least we got one to share, right?" Vincent said. I nodded, and had another swig of my beer. I was a little bit intoxicated now. Not, like, flat out, falling over drunk, just... happy-drunk.
"Y'know," I said, sipping my beer now. "I love you, Vince." Vincent looked up at me.
"I love you too," he replied.
The fight changed my life at that time. Never, ever before, not once, was I beaten in a fight so easily, and so completely. I didn't know who that guy was, but the fact that he was so damn powerful made me remember everything about him. If I saw him again, I wouldn't lose. I was sure about that.
I started training. Properly training. In every different way I could. I even worked out a routine for it. Every morning, I'd get up at six am. If that fight hadn't happened, I'd probably complain about it, but I was so driven to get better. I'd get some coffee, then start. Go out into the area around the house with weighted clothes on, like wristbands, heavy undershirts, stuff like that. Push-ups, sit-ups, weights, variations on those, cardio-stuff. My favourite was my speed stuff. I'd jump on to the surface of the water and run in circles. As fast as I could. For a solid hour.
Vincent was surprised the first time he saw me. I was doing push-ups at the time. He came out of the house, wondering where I was I guess.
"Whoa, Yoshi, what's with the exercise?" He asked me, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Training," I replied.
"what for?" He asked. I glanced at him. He'd raised an eyebrow. I guess it was pretty surprising.
"Can't be beaten like that again, can I?"
"Yoshi, no one thinks any worse of you."
"It's not that. Whoever he was, he's a real threat. If he turns up again, we need to stop him and I can't be beaten like that again." Vincent didn't say anything. I think he knew how badly it effected me. I don't think he knew why. I felt so powerless. So pathetic. I wont ever feel like that again. After a while, Vincent went inside. I was grateful. I needed some time alone.
It was the same for weeks. The same routine every day. Sometimes Vincent joined me, sometimes he just watched. I noticed a change in myself. I was stronger and faster. I think Vincent noticed too. One part of me felt guilty, thought. All of my free time went into training. Vincent was left with nothing to do.
One day, I took the day off. No training, no bounties. I wanted to spend the day with Vincent. I don't think he realised at first, though. I was awake at six, as usual, but I didn't get up. I kinda drifted between being awake and being asleep. At about eight, I guess, he came into my room. I was still only partially awake. I heard the door open and rolled over to look.
"Vincent," I grumbled. I was still barely awake, so I probably sounded stupid.
"Thought you'd be out training," Vincent said. He went to leave the room.
"Vincent," I said again. Even I could tell my voice sounded weird.
"Yeah? What's up?" He asked, turning back to look at me.
"Stay with me?" I asked. I saw him smile. I missed that smile. He came over and sat on the bed next to me, and pulled me into his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel my head rising and falling on his chest as he breathed, so I snuggled in a bit closer, closing my eyes.
There, in his arms, I felt safe.
It was a good start to the day.
I honestly had no clue what I had planned for the day. I figured we could just be random. Like we usually were on days off. We stayed in my bed until... eleven, maybe? Then we finally got up, and went to make breakfast. In the kitchen that we still didn't seem to leave often. I still didn't eat properly first thing in a morning, so I just had coffee.
"Not that I'm complaining, but how come you aren't training today?" Vincent asked me.
"I wanted to spend the day with you," I said, sipping my coffee. "I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you." Vincent smiled again.
"So what did you have planned?" He asked. He still wasn't any good with emotional speeches. I smiled at that.
"Er... well..." I started. I could feel myself blushing. "To be honest, I didn't think that far ahead." Vincent grinned at me.
"Well, do you wanna go for a meal and a movie, then?" He suggested.
"Yeah, sounds nice. What's on?" I asked. He threw the paper to me, letting me decide. I flicked through the paper to the movie listings. "Hey, cool, High School Musical Three's on" Vincent smirked at me.
"High School Musical Three," he said skeptically.
"Don't look at me like that, you said the same thing about the second one," I said, grinning.
"Yeah, and then you were singing all the songs for a month afterwards," Vincent replied. "But yeah, alright. High School Musical Three it is. When's it on?"
"Half seven. Meal first or second, d'you reckon?" I asked.
"I'd say second. Means if we want to drink anything, we wont be drunk during the movie."
"Oh god, remember last time that happened?"
"Yeah, you started singing all the way through it. And we still didn't get chucked out, somehow."
"But it was a crappy movie anyway!" I said mock-indignantly, pouting. Vincent laughed, then pulled me round for a kiss.
When we seperated again, I went upstairs to clothe myself. I didn't notice him follow me until he loitered at the door of my room. I probably still wouldn't have realised he was there if my mirror wasn't reflecting the door. Still wearing just some pyjama shorts, I turned to look at him.
"Can't get enough of me, eh?" I said, grinning. Vincent laughed again. I turned back around, and started sorting through for clothes. I finally decided on some jeans I don't wear often, and probably with good reason. My hot pink skinny jeans. And a tight-fighting black t-shirt.
"Yosh, that outfit makes you look gayer than a rainbow," Vincent said, smirking at the outfit. While I was putting clothes on, he'd stepped into the room properly. I stuck my tongue out at him, then turned to start shoving clothes back into my wardrobe. When I turned back around, he was stood directly in front of me. I could have counted exactly how many eyelashes he had, he was that close.
"You love it," I said, grinning. As a reply, he pulled me in for another kiss. Yeah. He loved it.
At about seven pm, maybe a bit later, we set off for the movie. I say set off, we teleported to the cinema. No other way to travel. We even missed the massive crowds usually lined up. Maybe the traffic was bad or something. Oh, I'd changed my clothes again. Skinny jeans are cool, but bloody uncomfortable sometimes. Just some casual jeans now. The other good thing about arriving when we did was that we had time to get snacks and stuff. I bought one of those funny ice blasts that are, like, ninety percent sugar or something, and some popcorn. Vincent got the world's biggest coke. Seriously, it was huge. I didn't realise "large" meant "the same size as a small child".
I really liked the movie. That said, I like anything like that. Show me a Disney film that involves singing and I'll love it. Guarantee. I think Vincent liked it too, but he'd never admit it.
"I think this tux is too baggy, too tight it makes me look weird," I sang quietly as we walked out of the cinema.
"I take it you liked it then?" Vincent asked me.
"It was fucking amazing," I said, grinning like a loon. "What'd you think?"
"It was alright, not as bad as I thought it'd be," he replied. I could see him trying not to smile.
"You loved it really," I said, punching him playfully on the shoulder. He ruffled my hair back.
"So where we eating?" He asked me.
"How about over there?" I said, pointing at a nearby restaurant. Vincent nodded.
The meal was nice too. Not just 'cause of the food. I mean, yeah, the food was ace, but the fact that me and Vincent were out... well, it was a date. Not like we usually went out, clubbing or whatever, but we went out for a meal and a movie. On a date. We never said it was, but that's what it felt like. So while we were sat eating whatever food we'd ordered (chicken in my case, a burger in his) and sipping our drinks (which, thankfully, we hadn't been questioned on age about), I constantly had a smile on my face.
"This is nice," Vincent said while we were waiting for dessert.
"Yeah, it is," I said, leaning back. "I dunno if I can eat dessert though, I'm stuffed."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. At least we got one to share, right?" Vincent said. I nodded, and had another swig of my beer. I was a little bit intoxicated now. Not, like, flat out, falling over drunk, just... happy-drunk.
"Y'know," I said, sipping my beer now. "I love you, Vince." Vincent looked up at me.
"I love you too," he replied.
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