Post by Kenin Katashi on Nov 19, 2010 19:49:10 GMT -8
"Long time no see, Ken."
The hairs on the back of his head, the shorter ones bordering the rest of his hair seemed to straighten alive with electricity as the sound of the voice brought him back. Back to the mid-west, back to Chicago, back to Ghost. The feel of a nice suit, the feel of a gun in his hand, the feel of his hair cut short and dyed black to fit in better, the smell of big money, gunpowder, and blood. He didn't have much of a taste for blood, not particularly, but he did seem to like testing his strengths. He liked war, he liked pain, he didn't really have a taste for blood or killing. Things Ghost would have him do...
"Not nearly long enough, Stefan."
Kenin turned, taking in the sight of the man. He stood wrapped in bandages, obviously not as good at the whole healing thing as Kenin. Then again, Kenin was a Katashi, increased healing was just one of the only plusses of his genetics. And now even more so than that, he wasn't just capable of healing, he was nearly invincible. It was a weakness he didn't like, but the strengths that came with it proved to be worth that constant downside, the one thing that really drove Kenin. He would die for his fight, and now that seemed as if it wasn't much of an option.
"You beat me, you know. You won your freedom."
"Then why are you here?"
The beach was quite nice this time of day, alive with people. And still, as Kenin was wearing a pair of shorts, a muscle t-shirt, and sporting bare feet the man before him was wearing what had to be the most overpriced suit out there. Years of being with Ghost had taught Kenin one thing, thread count was key. The quality of the suit before him was nowhere near it's owner's potential. It told Kenin one thing, and one thing alone. Daddy wasn't paying junior's allowance anymore. Ghost was probably dead, and just as Kenin had been disowned, this kid was most likely nickel and diming it.
"Because I have to."
"Your father, I can tell."
"Yours too. I thought that he would Kenin, not that I'd be able to tell by what you're wearing."
"You could tell by breaking into my place."
"I didn't tell them to do that."
"You knew that they would."
"I'll pay for it."
"With what?"
"That... was unnecessary."
The silence would have been deafening if not for the sounds of the ocean. The water hitting the beach as sand seemed to drift along the coastline. Kenin was quite pleased with the back and forth. What really bothered him, was how Stefan was accepting it all, the change in appearance and height and even how his body was more Stefan's size. When they fought Stefan seemed so small yet a giant at the same time. Now they seemed more... equal. Maybe it was the coincidence that their situations were very similar ones.
"I came here because I have to fight you."
"You already have."
"Yeah-"
"Twice. I lost, I won. It's over, I'm out."
"This is a new deal."
"There is no deal."
"Not with you, with my father."
Ken let out air through his nose in a scoff. He knew exactly what the boy meant now. His dad wanted to make sure Junior could clean up the mess he made, not just with the city but with the loss. The very public loss where he got his ass beat by someone who wasn't quite so well off, who hadn't spent millions of Daddy's money on trainers from around the world. Ken didn't hurt Stefan's pride, he hurt the pride of Stefan's father.
"So what, we fight, you win, you find yourself with a trust fund again?"
"No...."
"Then what?"
"We fight, whoever wins finds themself with a trust fund."
Kenin's ears perked, his eyes widened. He wanted to hide his emotions on the matter but it was nearly impossible to. That was millions, millions he was just offered to beat Stefan's ass. He already planned on kicking his ass from here all the way back to chicago and now he was being offered millions to do it. How could he turn something like this down?
"What's the catch?"
"You don't get it until you graduate. Neither of us do."
"University?"
"High School."
"Bullshit, what else?"
"Nothing else. I have to tell you two weeks in advance, and here I am telling you. In two weeks, we fight. Winner of the last round picks where it takes place, and if there are any stipulations."
"Such as?"
"Qi.... you have it, I've seen it."
"Yeah, I kinda get that. I have an idea of what it is but I can't say for-"
"Do you accept."
"What?"
"You have to accept."
"Are you sure there aren't any other stipulations? Is there something you aren't telling me? You seem a bit...."
"If I lose, I'll die."
"Boo hoo. And if I lose?"
"You'll die too. Some day, years from now or possibly days. Who knows, but for me, I'll die sooner rather than later if I lose. You, that's up to fate."
"Why?"
"Because only fate can tell you."
"Not that, why are you going to die? Your father isn't going to kill you is he?"
"No, but he'll stop paying for my treatments. He has other sons, and none of them cost this much to keep alive."
"..."
Kenin didn't like the guy, but he didn't have a taste for blood. He didn't want to be the cause of this guy's death. But at the same time....
"And if I say no?"
"I die."
"Then yes."
.... at the same time he wouldn't avoid the problem. He had a fight to make with this guy.
"Under one circumstance."
"Name it."
"I get an amount of cash to hold me over until graduation when I win."
"If you win."
"No, when. Two million, to be used however I see fit."
"Done."
Kenin didn't want this guy to die, but he didn't really have much control over it. Everyone bit the dust sometime, and only the good die young right? Then again this guy could be a major dick sometimes, so why wasn't he going to live to a ripe old age like he should?
"Your eyes scare me, by the way. Everything you went through scares me. You might want to make sure you don't have cancer after what happened to you."
"Very funny. Now fuck off."
"Also...."
"Seriously fuck off I'm tired of talking about this."
"If I lose, you get another bit of my inheritance. Something you won't like."
"I don't get your disease do I?"
"You get the duo."
"Fuck that, no deal. Have fun in hell, I hope it's a painful death."
"Kenin-"
"No, fuck that."
"You could just kill them, and they have to follow your orders."
"... it's not enough. I hate them too much.... fuck you, I accept."
"Can I ask why?"
"Don't act so surprised."
"Why accept?"
"Fuck if I know, just get out of my face until it's time for me to punch it in."
Kenin turned away from the guy, crossing his arms. He frowned as he looked over onto the water. He felt like punching something, and he'd punch the guy if he could. He could hear the guy as he started to walk away, Kenin hung his head a bit as he took in a breath through his nose. He felt like punching everything now, not just something but everything. He felt like screaming, like killing. He had a taste for blood, not for Stefan's, but for his father's.
The hairs on the back of his head, the shorter ones bordering the rest of his hair seemed to straighten alive with electricity as the sound of the voice brought him back. Back to the mid-west, back to Chicago, back to Ghost. The feel of a nice suit, the feel of a gun in his hand, the feel of his hair cut short and dyed black to fit in better, the smell of big money, gunpowder, and blood. He didn't have much of a taste for blood, not particularly, but he did seem to like testing his strengths. He liked war, he liked pain, he didn't really have a taste for blood or killing. Things Ghost would have him do...
"Not nearly long enough, Stefan."
Kenin turned, taking in the sight of the man. He stood wrapped in bandages, obviously not as good at the whole healing thing as Kenin. Then again, Kenin was a Katashi, increased healing was just one of the only plusses of his genetics. And now even more so than that, he wasn't just capable of healing, he was nearly invincible. It was a weakness he didn't like, but the strengths that came with it proved to be worth that constant downside, the one thing that really drove Kenin. He would die for his fight, and now that seemed as if it wasn't much of an option.
"You beat me, you know. You won your freedom."
"Then why are you here?"
The beach was quite nice this time of day, alive with people. And still, as Kenin was wearing a pair of shorts, a muscle t-shirt, and sporting bare feet the man before him was wearing what had to be the most overpriced suit out there. Years of being with Ghost had taught Kenin one thing, thread count was key. The quality of the suit before him was nowhere near it's owner's potential. It told Kenin one thing, and one thing alone. Daddy wasn't paying junior's allowance anymore. Ghost was probably dead, and just as Kenin had been disowned, this kid was most likely nickel and diming it.
"Because I have to."
"Your father, I can tell."
"Yours too. I thought that he would Kenin, not that I'd be able to tell by what you're wearing."
"You could tell by breaking into my place."
"I didn't tell them to do that."
"You knew that they would."
"I'll pay for it."
"With what?"
"That... was unnecessary."
The silence would have been deafening if not for the sounds of the ocean. The water hitting the beach as sand seemed to drift along the coastline. Kenin was quite pleased with the back and forth. What really bothered him, was how Stefan was accepting it all, the change in appearance and height and even how his body was more Stefan's size. When they fought Stefan seemed so small yet a giant at the same time. Now they seemed more... equal. Maybe it was the coincidence that their situations were very similar ones.
"I came here because I have to fight you."
"You already have."
"Yeah-"
"Twice. I lost, I won. It's over, I'm out."
"This is a new deal."
"There is no deal."
"Not with you, with my father."
Ken let out air through his nose in a scoff. He knew exactly what the boy meant now. His dad wanted to make sure Junior could clean up the mess he made, not just with the city but with the loss. The very public loss where he got his ass beat by someone who wasn't quite so well off, who hadn't spent millions of Daddy's money on trainers from around the world. Ken didn't hurt Stefan's pride, he hurt the pride of Stefan's father.
"So what, we fight, you win, you find yourself with a trust fund again?"
"No...."
"Then what?"
"We fight, whoever wins finds themself with a trust fund."
Kenin's ears perked, his eyes widened. He wanted to hide his emotions on the matter but it was nearly impossible to. That was millions, millions he was just offered to beat Stefan's ass. He already planned on kicking his ass from here all the way back to chicago and now he was being offered millions to do it. How could he turn something like this down?
"What's the catch?"
"You don't get it until you graduate. Neither of us do."
"University?"
"High School."
"Bullshit, what else?"
"Nothing else. I have to tell you two weeks in advance, and here I am telling you. In two weeks, we fight. Winner of the last round picks where it takes place, and if there are any stipulations."
"Such as?"
"Qi.... you have it, I've seen it."
"Yeah, I kinda get that. I have an idea of what it is but I can't say for-"
"Do you accept."
"What?"
"You have to accept."
"Are you sure there aren't any other stipulations? Is there something you aren't telling me? You seem a bit...."
"If I lose, I'll die."
"Boo hoo. And if I lose?"
"You'll die too. Some day, years from now or possibly days. Who knows, but for me, I'll die sooner rather than later if I lose. You, that's up to fate."
"Why?"
"Because only fate can tell you."
"Not that, why are you going to die? Your father isn't going to kill you is he?"
"No, but he'll stop paying for my treatments. He has other sons, and none of them cost this much to keep alive."
"..."
Kenin didn't like the guy, but he didn't have a taste for blood. He didn't want to be the cause of this guy's death. But at the same time....
"And if I say no?"
"I die."
"Then yes."
.... at the same time he wouldn't avoid the problem. He had a fight to make with this guy.
"Under one circumstance."
"Name it."
"I get an amount of cash to hold me over until graduation when I win."
"If you win."
"No, when. Two million, to be used however I see fit."
"Done."
Kenin didn't want this guy to die, but he didn't really have much control over it. Everyone bit the dust sometime, and only the good die young right? Then again this guy could be a major dick sometimes, so why wasn't he going to live to a ripe old age like he should?
"Your eyes scare me, by the way. Everything you went through scares me. You might want to make sure you don't have cancer after what happened to you."
"Very funny. Now fuck off."
"Also...."
"Seriously fuck off I'm tired of talking about this."
"If I lose, you get another bit of my inheritance. Something you won't like."
"I don't get your disease do I?"
"You get the duo."
"Fuck that, no deal. Have fun in hell, I hope it's a painful death."
"Kenin-"
"No, fuck that."
"You could just kill them, and they have to follow your orders."
"... it's not enough. I hate them too much.... fuck you, I accept."
"Can I ask why?"
"Don't act so surprised."
"Why accept?"
"Fuck if I know, just get out of my face until it's time for me to punch it in."
Kenin turned away from the guy, crossing his arms. He frowned as he looked over onto the water. He felt like punching something, and he'd punch the guy if he could. He could hear the guy as he started to walk away, Kenin hung his head a bit as he took in a breath through his nose. He felt like punching everything now, not just something but everything. He felt like screaming, like killing. He had a taste for blood, not for Stefan's, but for his father's.