The Thunder Rolls (Mitsuki)

[Tyr Odinson]

OOC(( as the name implies, this thread is open only to Mitsuki))

Andrew leaned against the side of the large brick building, his hands in his pockets, his shades over his eyes. He wore a white, long-sleeved shirt, though the sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows. He had on some faded blue jeans, which were a little baggy. In his mouth, a toothpick, which he had used earlier after lunch and just never got rid of. He was a little excited at the prospect presented before him. Meeting the current school captain. He had worked for hours to find out which locker was his and when he did, he slipped a little note inside telling him to come to the alleyway behind the lunch hall. If he was right, the guy would show, since he really had no reason not to appear. For all he knew, this could be a challenge for his title.

While Andrew did indeed intend to take the captain-ship, he knew he was far, far from that goal. If the fellow was as strong as they say, he would have a lot of work to do before challenging him. Andrew grinned at the prospect. He was also a little excited because he had done no research of the guy, so he knew next to nothing about him. He couldn't wait to see the boy. It would be a most interesting meeting. He looked down at his watch, then up at the sky.

It was time.

He didn't move as he waited for the appearance of his soon-to-be rival.

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: This will be before Mitsuki takes her temporary leave. And! I warn you, because I'm in a different country doing weird things that one would not normally do...my posting will be slow. :D Please be patient with me. ._.''...



A sheet of paper was found at the bottom of her locker, resting idly near her black bag. She was not interested at the one who wanted to meet her - she received these notes literally all the time. Of course, she went to every single one; it was a 'duty', one could say, because Mitsuki had no choice but to accept every fight that came at her. She had the choice of rescheduling, but denying was not an answer - to deny, she would have to give up her title, and she had yet to find one who was worthy enough for it. And, she would not follow most traditions and hand the title down to the class after hers. She, afterall, had received the title from the previous school captain during her freshman year, not to mention that she was also a female.

Silk black hair falling at the sides as she silently made her way through the corridors of #259. Her hood of the sleeveless zip-up sweater was pulled over her head, a black wife-beater slipped on underneathe, with black sunglasses with a white frame covering her eyes; army capri-pants which were tight around the waist and loose around the legs hugged her lower body, faded out sneakers snug on her feet.

She found a male leaning against the wall minutes later, his note absolutely hidden from view. Subtly and casually she started making her way over to where he was, who, at the time, was looking towards the sky.

"Hnnh..."

She thoughtfully spoke aloud, eventually standing in front of the boy. Hand would outstretch, not for a handshake, but to reveal his note. She wanted him to take it - if not, then she'd drop it in front of him, simple as that.

Either way, she'd end up leaving him there.

Because although it's true she had no reason not to come, she also did not have a reason to stay.

[Tyr Odinson]

OOC(( no problem. Also, in case the female in italics was for me, i know your a female. Andrew doesnt. It was intentional. Also, since i havnt yet put it in my profile, Andrews muscle mass and physical self is about this size, but way more toned-Andrews body))

Andrew glanced over as a shadow entered the alley. Ah, right on time. He didnt look down as the fellow made a noise and held out his hand. Instead, he sighed. He spoke without taking the note, and without letting him get a word in edgewise. It would be quick, and to the point, since Andrew wasnt one to drag things out.

"Beautiful day, isnt it?" He didnt wait for the answer, instead bringing his head down and looking at the ground. A small smile came to his face. He didnt like these situations. Not nessecarily the situation he was in regarding the school captainship, but the socializing situation. He wasnt a people person. In fact, he avoided people as much as possible, preffering to stick to himself. And though it would seem lonley to most, he actually preffered it to anything else. The outstretched hand in his peripherals held the note he left in the locker. He reached up with his left hand, took it, then, quick as a blink, grabbed the hand. He pushed off the wall with as much speed as he possessed, twisting his body and throwing a hard right uppercut, aiming directly for the chin of the ma-...

Andrew noticed the long hair, size of the hand, and the size of the person now in front of him. It hit him.

A woman.

He couldnt stop the power or direct path of the fist; the only thing he could do was slightly alter his aim for the side of the jaw, hopefully landing a glancing blow and not dealing much damage. With how slow he had moved when grabbing the hand, and then the sudden speed at which he attacked along with its proximity, it would be very difficult to dodge, that much he knew, and intended. Adding the relaxed state she was in along with her unknowing he was going to attack, she would be hard pressed to move. His goal had been, when he threw the punch, to see if the guy could take a hit, but him actually being a her changed that. Oh, it didnt change the fact that his goal was to obtain the captainship, but it did change how he went about it.

Andrew thought it disgusting and dishonorable to strike a female. Not that he thought them weak, on the contrary. But, as a young boy, his father had struck many women, and even killed a few, so he tried his best to treat them with respect, since his father thought them nothing but scum. Besides, some of his best friends had been women, and he knew they werent as dumb and weak as his father made them out to be.Therefore,if he was going to take the captainship away from her, she would know that he was challenging her. She knew now, but not in the way he had intended. After the blow landed, Andrew would step back, a very rarely shown look of shock on his face.

"Your a woman." His voice would hold a slight amount of surprise as his face returned to normal. He smiled slightly. "Well, that changes everything!" His voice would be casual, and he would stand with his feet spread shoulder width apart, hands out in front of him, ready should she not wait for him to explain, and attack him.

OOC(( the last two paragraphs, thats all assuming his hit lands.))

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Was not directed at you. :P The italics on 'female' is just there for emphasis.

There is one thing that people should know about Mitsuki, if they even knew her at all: She never lets her guard down. However, to say that surprise attacks never work on Mitsuki would be a terrible lie; they have worked before, although they weren't that great. So when he grabbed her wrist, her battle instinct kicked in and immediately she retorted - it doesn't matter if he could have been grabbing her wrist simply to get her attention, it was a mere fact that she hated being touched by strangers - or even acquaintances, for that matter. And besides, if he wanted her attention, all he had to do was yell something out. And it wasn't as if she weren't expecting someone to attack her from a note either, because the same thing happened not too long ago. Some kid sends her a note through the locker, telling her to meet in a boiler room. Ha.

Mitsuki may have been a female. She may have been smaller by frame, may have looked fragile with her thin arms. The smaller frame only made her more agile, and her thin body only made her opponent take the assumption that she wasn't very strong, but she didn't take - and still manage to keep - the title by being weak. There were muscles underneath the layer of skin - she can lift heavier things than most of the male population in the school, not to mention hit harder.

He was aiming to punch her, though he wasn't as fast as Mitsuki. Still, it would be hard for her to block his punch with her free hand, but that still didn't mean she couldn't duck away from his incoming fist, or move away. He only grabbed onto her hand, not her head or the rest of the body. She'd still be able to take one or two steps in any direction, or bend and twist in certain ways to avoid the punch.

He grabbed her hand, that meant that - technically - she could also be grabbing onto his, which is exactly what she did. Keeping a firm lock on his hand, her free arm was brought up to block his punch, though a little too late. His punch had already connected with her cheek - though only a knock, because her arm had pushed up against his arm immediately afterwords. Her free hand was in a formation of a dragon fist and, without any hesitation after the half-successful block, she would aim it toward his chest with quite a bit of force. During which all of this was happening, her left foot would have snapped at his right shin. Could he have seen it coming? Possibly, if he wasn't too preoccupied with her arms flailing about.

[Tyr Odinson]

As he saw the set look in her eyes, he immediately regretted his rash actions. He should have taken the time out to see what his enemy looked like, instead of moving on the assault.

However, his attention shifted to more immediate matters, since he noticed the foot shooting toward his leg and the punch came zooming for his chest, he understood there wouldn't be much time to react to both. He was going to take damage, that was for sure, but at least he could lessen the amount. His right leg rose, pulling against his body quickly and allowing the blow to smash into his now tightened shin muscle. It hurt, to be sure, but would leave nothing more than a scrape. He would keep it up as he noticed the move he had laid out before him to make.

He realized she squeezed his hand just as tightly as he squeezed hers, if not tighter. While it was strong, the same rules that had applied to her applied to him. He still had movement, and with her being off balance by both punching and kicking, it left a sudden opportunity. He would bring his right hand around, grabbing the wrist of the hand he held. He would pivot on his left foot, turning his whole body to the left while pulling the right hand he now held over his shoulder with his entire body. The fist she had thrown would slam to the left of his spine, sending hard dull pain up his back, making him grind his teeth as he aimed to throw the woman over his shoulder. Her light frame, as well as being off center with how she had retaliated would most likely put her on her back in front of him.

It also opened up his back for her to jump on in case she saw it, so he kept a wary part of his mind on his back, so if he felt a sudden body against it, he could retaliate effectively.

[Mitsuki Park]

But there was a change. His legs were apart, and it was quite obvious that Mitsuki was prone to losing her balance - once her foot hit his shin, it would have slid smoothly to the inside - between his legs - and stepped down behind his shin that she just kicked, and with the force of her palm against his chest, her real goal was to make him fall backwards and against the wall, where she would then continue one with constant attacking until he either knocked out or asked for some mercy. She wasn't all about defense anymore. If someone was going to attack her, that mother f*%ker was dead.

But something had gone wrong. Mitsuki was beginning to elevate into the air, and now with her holding onto him, she used a whole lot of strength into kicking him once right above his pelvis, her free arm wrapping around his neck with a vice grip to make it rather difficult to throw her over. And, with them being 'relatively' close to eachother, it was - or would be - really simple to knock him out.

Her fingers moved to the back of his neck at a certain pressure point. If he tried anything funny...

She could end it then.

But anything was possible.

[Tyr Odinson]

As Andrew turned, he felt an arm around his neck. That was disturbing. What was worse was that the girl had kicked his side, the side that had been turning to add force to the overthrow. The kick felt like a damn wrecking ball, and with so much force applied in one area, he had two choices. Try and withstand the pressure and end up with broken bones, or move with it. As the kick connected, he totally slackened his muscles, releasing the arm that he had held. With so much force applied right at his side, he would tear from the grip she had began to try and apply around his neck, and slam into the wall, dust falling from the molding that held the cement together

After hitting the wall, Andrew dropped to the ground, almost rebounding like a ball from the hard bricks. After he hit the ground, he would spin to his feet, his right arm holding his left at the shoulder, blood running down the white shirt and off of his fingertips. He stood, knowing that the girl was going to continue. He held up a hand and said three words.

"Stop. I forfeit". He had gotten what he had come for. An analysis of his enemies strength. He had gained more, however, with it being a female. For some reason, a girl being able to kick his ass attracted him. He would stare at her for a moment, then speak again, this time a small smile coming to his lips.

"I would like to take you out to a state dinner. I have things that need to be discussed with you." He wouldn't take no for an answer. Sure, she could deny him, knock him into unconsciousness, but she couldn't keep him from going wherever the hell he wanted, and he would continue to pester her. He told her that by the set in his jaw and the aura he was putting out. Defeat, for him, was nothing serious. Losses were always just around the corner, and he didn't fear then any more than he feared her. She seemed like a loner, a person who stood away from others, and he felt a slight connection. He knew what the answer would be, especially when asked in such a straightforward manner. But thats just how he is. Straightforward.

His arm continued to bleed. It wasn't anything serious, just a cut from the the corner of a brick that had been un-evenly put in. He would wrap it when he got home.

He stood, awaiting his rejection, ready to grin and walk toward his car without another word.

OOC(( if offer is rejected, Andrew will take his leave. If accepted, ill post again ))

[Mitsuki Park]

She pressed her palm against his shoulder and pushed. She could have landed on top of him and continue to assault him with constant attacks, which would have also knocked him out if he provided no defense for his face. Instead, however, she backed off and picked herself back onto her feet, composing herself, ready to launch her thin frame against him if need be. Her face was still, eyes steady - blinking once slowly, impassively, almost bored, but wasn't. She was a rather stoic person, anti-social, one could say. Loner? Definitely. Cold-hearted? Eh, most of the time - but that's only because she doesn't like meeting new people.

At least, not the ones who randomly aim to punch her in the face.

"I don't see why things have to be discussed over dinner."

Unneccessary. If he wanted to talk things out with her, they could do it right where they were standing.

She rejected his dinner offer.

She accepted the talk.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew leaned back against the wall, his arm covered in blood, though it had slowed drastically. He Heard what she said, then took a quick look around before looking back at her.

"I suggested dinner because I'm not a big fan of talk, so at least with food we'd have something to do to fill in those silent moments. However, since this is a time for talk, ill settle for the speaking." He took a deep breath. "In case you hadn't noticed, i want your title. I am not, however, strong enough for it." He stared over at the girl, though all she would see was the shine off his shades. "Until such a time as I'm ready for it, id like to...observe you. Spend time with you, talk with you." He frowned in disdain. "No, its not because your a female, since i planned this from the beginning. I'm not asking for friendship, just a talk here and there."

He sat silent. She could reject this too, but he didn't really care. He would continue his pursuit of it until she either gave in and decided it would be better to have a talk with him now and again rather than have him over her shoulder against her will, or until he could no longer move. He had motives for his reasoning, but he wouldn't tell her those. They were for his mind only. To be honest, however, he didn't really approve of the way she ran the school. If she was supposed to be captain, then why so much violence? Did she only see fit to come into a conversation or an altercation when the time suited her? Those were questions he would ask.

But not now. No, he would make it through the first step first.

"Judging by your actions, id say you have next to no one that you converse with. I'm the same way. Why not give it a try? What can you lose?" He came close to asking if she was Afraid, but didn't want to lose any ground he may have gained. He sat there, bleeding slowly, his throbbing side letting itself be known.

[Mitsuki Park]

He wanted her title and he wanted to observe her. To 'talk' with her. She did not know his motives behind this - other than him wanting her title - but she could guess that he, while observing her, would be able to pin point her weaknesses in due time. And then...would he have a slight advantage in fighting? But it also came to mind that she would be given the opportunity to observe him. But, to be honest, she did not like this idea. Was she afraid? This is Mitsuki we're talking about here. The only thing she's afraid of is...well, Sensei. She's trained with him multiple times now, nearly killed her all three times, and she still doesn't know his name, though clearly he knows almost everything about her.

Not only did she fear Valekin, but she respected him. A rarity indeed.

He was right. Mitsuki did not have a lot of people to talk to, only because Mitsuki wasn't one for small talk. There was Olesya, the only female she really ever came close to being 'friends' with. There was Saint, but there was something peaceful and pure about him - something she, herself, did not want to taint. Aureus. Eh, nothing to say about him, except that she found it rather odd at how many girls seemed to have taken a liking to that pillar. Guy. But she had just recently met him.

There were two people that Mitsuki could talk comfortably with. Reita and Andrew. Brother and, although she won't admit it, first love. Of course, Mitsuki still had no idea what this boy's name was. Him approaching her and asking to just talk was unexpected, though having the same name would be surprising. She knew that Andrew was a common name, however...

What can she lose?

Her title.

Was she really not afraid?

She did not answer him. Rather, she motioned for him to get up and follow her as she made her way back into the school. Hands slipped inside her pockets, pushing against the door with her shoulder and holding it open for him to make his way in - if he followed her - the foul smell of blood lingering under her nose.

"The nurse might still be in her office. Might want to get that arm checked."

Mitsuki only knew one of the nurses: Miss Oki Nanda, only because she had been sent to the nurses office after a rather devastating event with the wanna-be Greek 'gods'. She never went to the nurses office to get her injuries checked, but she would drop off the unconscious bodies in front of the door or have others drag 'em off to get their injuries checked after a fight.

After that, she walked away, whistling for her dog and heading towards her car.

In other words, it was a no.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew got up when she didn't answer right away, expecting to be sent home. Rather than be forced to drive away, she motioned for him to follow her, which he did. They entered a bulding, and When they reached a fork in the hall, she went the other way, telling him where the nurse was located. After a half second of thought, and a look at the gash in his arm which had finally stopped bleeding, he took the same route she did, coming up beside her. He looked down at her and spoke.

"You didn't answer me. Was that a no?" His voice was calm, and determined. If she could see his eyes, she would notice the captivating quality they were so known for. Besides being an odd color, they were very intense, and studied every feature before him. They betrayed his true thoughts, feeling, and worst of all, fears. That was the reason he kept them behind those black things he truthfully hated. They were an aggravation, but he couldn't afford what could be seen behind them. Especially for a time like now.

He didn't know why she was so withdrawn. Even Someone as withdrawn as him could see that something had obviously happened that was either as bad as his past or worse. He wasn't about to give up what he had gotten. He realized that she must've paused so long because she actually thought about it. Maybe with a little persistence he could crack that wall. Not break it, but crack it. He knew that she probably thought he just wanted her for looks, or to learn about her weaknesses, or to show off to friends, when in fact none of the above were the case.

He looked down at her, waiting for an answer, his arm finally starting to throb, letting him know that it was done bleeding, just not done hurting.

[Mitsuki Park]

"Yes."

And, just to avoid confusion: Yes, that was a no.

He was a persistant person judging by the tone of his voice. Though one thing was certain - the mere idea of him finding out one of her key weaknesses were troublesome, not to mention if she unintentionally somehow thought of him as a friend? By his build she had no worries of him being able to defend himself should he become a target of her enemies, which she had a lot of. But if and when the time comes for them to fight and if she feels strongly about her own reasoning, Mitsuki gets ruthless and will drop the friendship without a moments hesitation. Mitsuki does not regret, ever, of dropping a friendship, but she still has memories, and at times it can hurt.

Well.

Sometimes.

She could not see his eyes through his black frames, so she did not even bother glancing his way. She gave a low whistle though, as Sikai trotted along toward Mitsuki, growling at the boy on sight. An even deeper whistle made him hush up and follow along beside her on her other side, opposite to that of Andrew.

"Might want to get your arm checked, by the way."

She added, pulling out her car keys from her pocket as she made her way to the school student parking lot.

[Tyr Odinson]

So, it was a no. Well, that cleared that part up.

He didn't know why he was being so insistent on this. He should have been long gone by now, but another part of him kept pressing him, telling him to keep trying. He paused after her advice to get the arm checked out, then shook his head and sighed, turning to once more catch up with her. He wasnt giving up just yet, though if things turned badly he'd call it a day. He couldnt understand, and that was more than frustrating.

"Can i have a reason why you aren't interested? Are you embarrassed to be around me?" He lowered his voice a little, so no one but she could hear it since more kids had begun entering the hall. "Scared, maybe?" he didn't have any sort of provocative tone to his voice, more soft, which didn't happen often. Truthfully, he grew tiresome of her insistent act of not caring about anything. No matter how she acted, everyone felt something sometime. He would continue to follow her, waiting for an answer, or else he would stop if she did and wait there.

[Mitsuki Park]

Can he have a reason why she's not interested?

"No."

Was she embarassed to be around him?

"No."

She felt things every once in a while, but a majority of the time she pushes her emotions aside and lock them in a closet - and throws the key away in a million forgotten memories. She was told by her brother that a human is supposed to feel emotions and express them - as if it were totally a natural thing to do. Mitsuki, having supressed them for so long, finds it rather awkward and disturbing when she lets a smile slip or anger escape her throat. But that wasn't the problem that Mitsuki had when Reita told her this. It was because Reita, in a way, was exactly like Mitsuki, if not more stoic. Now he's become childish - and she isn't quite sure why.

She unlocked her door and opened the passenger seat for Sikai to jump on in, before heading over to the drivers side of the car. Fairly nice car, which her brother won for her in a race. Sporty and catches a lot of attention, but she parks it in the least possible area where no one would really ever see it unless they passed by.

Mitsuki paused after opening her door, looking up and over at the boy, finger tapping on the frame.

"Three days. I'll answer questions I feel like answering and ignore the ones I don't."

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew felt a little proud of himself for the steps he had taken, and the steps he had gotten her to take. He knew three days wasn't much, but it was better than the nothing he had got before. Truth be told, the whole plan to spend time with the captain hadn't been a two person thing when he got the idea in his head. More or less, it was an observational routine he would do on his own, but after they're fight, and the look in her eyes...the general reason for her silence was a curiosity to him, and he wanted to know more about her as a person, not just about how she fought. Everyone had weaknesses, Andrew included. He wouldn't go through all the trouble of spending time with her if that was what he wanted.

Andrew didn't like spending time with anyone, even to gain an advantage in a fight.

However, she seemed like she might be a little different. He knew there must be more going on inside that head of hers, and that she couldn't just keep it all couped up inside. There had to be someone she talked to, someone she confided in, and that meant she wasn't always the quiet girl she made herself out to be. He wanted to see the girl who was a little more open, who talked, who possibly...laughed?

'Now THATS pushing it.' he thought to himself.

He gave her a nod.

"Three days it is." He wouldn't say anything more unless she did. He hoped she understood, by his undergoing this little endeavor, that she could speak with him too. He HOPED she would speak with him, at least. He knew that it might take a while for him to break through that silent, "nobody gets close to me barrier" and actually get her to possibly trust him. No, not for his own advantage...

But for hers.

He stood there waiting for her to drive away, in which case he would walk back to his car, hop inside, and drive back home, thinking in his mind the plans that would take place tomorrow.

OOC(( another one of those "if mitsuki ends up leaving, Andrew does too" endings. Its more likely now that she will leave, so if she does you can go ahead and end the thread if you want ))