Comic Shop (post)

[Mr. Yamato]

"hey bro listen ill call you back I'm headed off to get that batman comic niceee well see yea," Urameshi steps outside his apartment and begins to stroll down the small sidewalk pavement down to the old mall "god this place this whole city is so fricking old" "i mean seriously this place is like as old as my grandma and shes like 50000000 years old *and a total bitch but o well"

["Unfettered"]

New Days

Several days had gone by, since he last saw Mitsuki. Since he at last decided to rename himself. What exactly she'd done to him. He was "Unfettered". He was 'Freed'. And in this summer heat, he had on a rather heavy black coat, and a scar. Apart from that were some rather normal jeans. Why? Well... in spite of the dislike of explaining himself twice, it was because of his new.. 'Qi'. He hadn't seen it in action, but, ever since... 'that' day. Well. Lets just say things have been increasingly... colder, for Mr. Winters.

Walking home from school. Saying nothing as usual, just determined to get back to his restaurant, get some work done there, tend to the customers... aye. That sort of thing.---

*BUMP*

"Oof.." Knocked back a bit. Apparently, he'd been too absorbed in his own thinking, he hadn't noticed this... uh... person he'd just bumped into. The stranger had a Japanese look on his face. And a... um... rather dorky pair of glasses on. He squinted. Couldn't tell what age, or what sort of person this was.

"..You okay?" came his somewhat deep voice.

[Mr. Yamato]

"Oh gosh parden me sir" Urameshi said picking up his glasses and puting them back on"im soooo sorry about that i dont usally bump into people like that "and yes im ok bit of a bruise but ill be fine where you headed stranger??

["Unfettered"]

>_>;;;

"Oh gosh parden me sir"

For a moment, an eyebrow raised, as the the man before him went down to pick up his glasses. Trying to.. take in exactly what he was seeing. Just to make sure he wasn't some jack-hole stereotyping a man he'd never met before.

Listening on, he winced at the voice. And within his being, shuddered. Shuddered. Shuddered, because of the tone of the voice, as he listened the man carry on in his apologetic tone. He had the sound and apparel of every bit and look of a full-on.. well, 'nerd'.

"..Uh.. its.. fine?" he said, thinking to himself 'I apologized first though... but shook it from his head. "..Uh. Was on my way to home. You?"

[Mr. Yamato]

Oh i was on my way to pick up the first edition of batman issue 1 in mint condition) "its noting to flashy i mean the comic is and ever thing up yea... i guess,". "Yea i know what your thinking I'm a nerd right well yea i guess your right you probably just want to be on your way now don't you"Muttered Urameshi in a sad small pathetic tone.

[seishounohana]

Emily was hiding right at this very moment. She had to deliver a set of her OWN MANGA onto this darned comic shop. Damned publisher doesn't send their manga onto comic shops.

"Oi, you look familiar..." the casher said, noticing Emily's resemblance to Kari Aoyama. "Are you?"

"Aoyama-sama!?" She said, acting like an otaku. "REALLY? I worked on it all week!"

"... ... Ok, you're just an otaku off the streets. Gimme those and here's your dollar.. did a real... good job there. Seriously, kid."

Emily laughed at him inwardly, looks like they fell for her usual excuse. She really WAS Kari Aoyama, well that was her japanese name. Sigh.

Americans, really.

No matter, this dollar won't even matter to the pay she'll be recieving. Well, Emily HAD to accept copyright for this manga company here in the states. She needed more money... especially now that prices were soaring.

She just hope these white men would like her works just as the Japanese did.

["Unfettered"]

No Pity.

Kicking his foot upwards, at the guy's face, whether or not it would land or not, "Unfettered" grimaced. Though, he'd be impressed if the prick dodged it.

"...And... WHY are you putting yourself down?"

As Jonathan, he never wouldn't done anything of the like. As "Thrush", he would've mauled him. Here, he simply just took the initiative. Just like any other standard guy who'd get pissed at a dude dissing himself.

Why?

Because it was lame, no offense. He didn't like guys dissing themself. Wasn't right.

OOC: Added more 'inspirational' things to say, in the last sentence.

[Mr. Yamato]

(Urameshi fell back words nearly dodging the kick but in the process hits the ground) Owe........ "What was that for you stupid bitch god i hate it when people do this to me sure he can dodge the kick but he hits his ass on the floor very funny ill be going now," Urameshi quietly mutters "prick," as he pick up his coke bottle glasses and walks off headed to the mall.

["Unfettered"]

Confrontation

Waited three seconds. Just to see if his concious would subside. Three. Two. One. Dammit. He dashed towards the stranger, using the full lengths of his arm to grab onto a shoulder, or at least try to.

"YOU! Wait just a minute. I'm not beating you up, I'm... possibly considering making you a reasonable offer."

Provided he didn't catch the stranger by the shoulder, he'd pull him to face him. To see his one eye. The eye patch wasn't blooming hiding behind his hair, after all.

Possibly. Just maybe. But he had to be sure, and had to know what this guy was capable. First personal test, initiated. Failure would result in them probably never seeing each other again.

'So what's it gonna be, stranger?' were his thoughts, as he glared intensely.

'Well?'

[seishounohana]

Emily stopped, overhearing an interesting conversation. Looks like a good time to get her handy-dandy notebook and seek inspiration for her manga. Confrontations like these could always be basis for her manga. The expresions... the tone and how people talk. Heck, she could even make characters out of these two people.

The girl pretended to be browsing around the other manga, picking up several manga classics like Nausicaa, and Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon. Interesting... this store even has out of print manga! Woah. Wait...

She opened them, and twitched.

... Obviously bootlegged from the internet.

The others were original translations, thank god. Well, she can excuse these... after all those things she picked up were out of print.

[Mr. Yamato]

"EEEEakkkk," Urameshi Squeaked (thinking to himself No not High school all over again no no no anything but that) running as fast as he could going for the comic shop "he will never get me in there,". Wile running Urameshi Fails to notice a small rock out of place in the sidewalk"Got to go faster O wait WOH WOH WOH WO,' Bam Urameshi falls face fist into luckily a patch of grass on the side of the pavement.

[seishounohana]

Emily notices the much more loud noise of chase and running. "... what's happening...?" She asked herself, peeking outside towards the young megame-kun trip over a rock. Wow, there are really people who are that clumsy? Just, wow.

She watched the scene with blinking eyes, interesting. Kind of reminded her of the Love Hina manga by Ken Akamatsu... Really.

... then again Ken was a bit of a 'pervert' and a fan of fan service, but his works were very interesting to read.

["Unfettered"]

-_-;;;

...The man was surprisingly quick. In fact. He was so quick, that he didn't even see the rock on the pavement. Ow.

Taking long strides over to him, "Unfettered" shoved his hands into his pockets. And hopefully would catch up to the boy. Bending down, his only eye squinting, as he looked at him, he shrugged to himself, as if to say, 'Geeez...'

"..You okay?"

[Mr. Yamato]

(Bushing of the dirt and grass of his shirt Urameshi slow rises to the man) "i guess I'm OK," "why do you keep following me anyways i didn't do anything to you and what the hell was that kick?,"

(trying not to get noticed he slowly gave himself a small leverage if he needed to run again silently thanking god he had been a run all though school he knew where to put his feet in on the ground) "thank god," "o crap did i say that,".

["Unfettered"]

Apprehension...

The boy-er-man before him was... very edgy. Definitely intelligent. Learning from their first encounter, but it made "Unfettered" neither grin nor grimace. More rather, this guy was starting to become more trouble than he was worth.

"..Vell, comrade... I'm following you, because zere is possibility. Zat is why."

He dimmed his eye down, to squint at the guy.

"Interested? Or no? Believe you me, zat I don't want to waste each other's time here."