.8 - Reached The Limit.

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Andrew.

She had sent him a text earlier in the morning, letting him know that she would be coming over. She figured he wouldn't have any plans, with it being a Saturday, but if he did, then he would have texted her back accordingly, rather than have her go all the way over to his home only to have to turn back and return to her safe haven. She squinted her eyes on the road, left hand on the wheel, right hand pressing against her forehead. With a severe headache and nautious feeling, she figured driving was not the best choice of action to do, especially if most of the things Mitsuki were seeing came out as a blur. Cars honked wildly at her as she swerved every so often, but it couldn't be helped. Reita tried keeping her at home because she threw up every half an hour or so, but she wasn't seeking his comfort - she was looking for Andrew's.

She parked in his driveway, but if his garage door was open, and Andrew happened to be standing outside, she would wave him over and ask him to park it inside for her. She was simply too dizzy to park correctly, and if she even attempted to do so, she'd probably either bust up the wall of his garage + her car, or his own pretty racing demon + her car.

This contact lenses were really killing her.

"...nn..."

[Tyr Odinson]

He had been in a thrift store, buying some dog food for his pup when a man approached him, a suave suit and oval sunglasses hitting Andrews eyes as he looked over. He stared at the fellow, his own glasses and and calm expression reflecting off and giving him an interesting image of himself. He stared without looking away, the man doing the same, then turned away and handed the cashier, who was looking particularly uncomfortable suddenly, the twenty dollar bill, walking out and leaving his change. He opened his car door and stuck his food inside, turning around to see the man approaching him. He was on the south side of the building, where the traffic was very minimal, one or two cars going by every twenty minutes or so. He quickly unbuttoned his gun holster and pulled out the eagle from inside his jacket, holding it down at his side as the man approached without faltering, even when he saw the drawn gun.

"You Micheal Stevens?" The man said in a thick German accent. Andrew nodded calmly, immediately recognizing his mercenary name. The man cam forward, so that he was about fifteen feet away, pulling out a wad of cash and holding it in his hand at his side. "I've got a job for you, to be done three days from now. The price is twenty grand, in full and in advance." The man smirked. People only offered it all in advance if they were sure the job would get done, or weren't afraid of their ability to track him down and kill him. Andrew holstered his gun, and accepted the cash, turning and promptly getting into his car and shutting the door. He rolled down his window as the man walked over to the car.

"Whose the target?"

"Darren Safford. Construction worker. Details are inside this folder. If you do not wish to accept, i expect the information and money by tomorrow. My cell is on the paper. If i receive no call by tomorrow at three PM, i will assume you accept. Have a nice day, Mr. Stevens." And with that, the man took off, walking back around to the other side of the building. Andrew fired up his car and pulled out, roaring over the bridge near his place and pulling into the driveway after about half an hour of aimless driving to lose anyone who may be trying to follow him. He pulled into his driveway and parked his gar, opening all three garage doors to get some air and sunlight inside. He took off his coat as he got out, heading inside and dropping his jacket, the folder, and the money on the chair. He went into his kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water ad gulping it down. He set the glass on the counter, wiped his mouth then grabbed his keys from the little table he had set it at.

He headed outside, back into his garage, popping off the plate covering on his bike and then firing it up, listening to it purr. He took off some of the parts, replacing them with newer, better ones that would make it stronger and faster. His hands were covered in grease, his eyes coming up in a small frown as Mitsuki's car unexpectedly pulled into his driveway sideways and uneasily. He grabbed the rag from his shoulder and headed out his garage doors, wiping most of the grease off so that he would be able to touch things without leaving black prints. His face went from a little surprised to really concerned as Mitsuki practically fell into his arms. He put an arm under her legs and scooped her up, carrying her inside.

Something was wrong. She looked very, very ill.

As he walked into the living room, he spoke.

"Why are you here mitsuki? You should be in bed at home." He said gently as he placed her frame on the couch. He felt her forehead, then looked at her pale face. 'Fuck it' He thought, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It had been a good, long while since he had seen her in the halls and ignored her, and he hoped she hadn't taken it personally. He was just trying to honor their bargain. He got up after kissing her and went outside, the chair with his folder and money laying next to her, forgotten by him for the moment. She had all his attention, and his job, for the meantime, was thrown to the wind.

He exited the house through the garage, a little surprised at the sudden visit. He hopped into her car and shifted up into first, pulling into his other empty garage with ease. He turned off the car, resting for a minute in the sweet scent she had left when she had exited. It was Ecstasy. He pushed open the door and took the keys out of the ignition, making his way back inside to tend to his extremely sick but still beautiful girlfriend.

[Mitsuki Park]

"Why are you here Mitsuki? You should be in bed at home."

"Nn..."

She would have replied if he hadn't kissed her, and she was tempted to pull away, but she wasn't sick. It was just that the contacts she was wearing were surprisingly special, and it was giving her a mind blowing headache like no other. She felt like throwing up when he had unexpectedly picked her up, but refrained - she wouldn't want to ruin his carpet, let alone his couch or any of his other furniture. When he left, she pulled herself together, sitting up, a folder along with a wad of cash sitting there on a chair beside her. Of course, like any other person, Mitsuki was curious as to what was inside, but A) She didn't want to seem like a nosy girlfriend, and B) She was too sick to really even care. If she could hardly read the stop lights, how do you expect her to read whatever's in that folder?

She was here for a specific reason - she wanted to test out just how well her contacts were right now. Get used to them as quickly as she could, thinking that Andrew would help her, because although her brother had offered, she knew that he would bring Andy over, and he was not someone she wanted to see. However, she wouldn't bring up that subject now. It's been a while since she's seen Andrew - despite going to the same school - but they had a deal, and she didn't take it to heart.

Once Andrew came in, she would walk over to him the best she could, allowing her body to rest against his, before releasing a sigh. She got here in one piece, now it was just a matter of getting home without crashing. There was always the option of staying the night, but no boyfriend wants to hold up a girl's hair while she pukes inside the toilet, you know?

"Mm..not sick. Just dizzy."

Mitsuki would reach for his hand and press it against her forehead.

"No temperature, see?"

She wished she could see his beautiful eyes, but her contacts were out of focus.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew took off his shades, threw them into the living room on to the couch, and looked down at her, happy that she wasn't sick. He hadn't felt a temperature the first time he had checked, but the pale face and way she had walked made him believe that she was feeling ill. He planted a kiss on her brow as she snuggled in close to him and he more than welcomed it. He thought it funny that she had brought a car and didn't simply call him to pick her up around the corner from her house, since there was no way in hell she'd be driving home that night. He pulled away from her, his hands on her shoulders, and looked her over thoughtfully.

"Whats goin' on? Why you feeling this way?"

He knew there had to be a reason, since someone just doesn't get dizzy and stumble when they walk for no reason. Either her equilibrium was off, or she had something else going on. Maybe she was taking some sort of medication for something and it made her sick. Who knew. Well, he would find out, and try as best he could to help her fix it. He knew of ways to help re-balance the equilibrium, but if she had taken some medicine he would just be there to help her ride it out. He stared into her eyes.

"Do you need to use the bathroom? You look about ready to throw up..." He said gently.

That was one thing about Andrew.

He had NO problem holding his girlfriends hair while she hunched over the toilet if she needed him to.

[Mitsuki Park]

"Whats goin' on? Why you feeling this way?"

"Contacts. They're my prescription, but..."

She let her words hang, her eyes closed as she took in steady breaths. If there was anything Mitsuki hated, it was throwing up. The feeling of food coming back out of your throat was uncomfortable and disgusting in her opinion, so she would normally swallow it back down if it weren't for her brother pounding on her back as she puked. She didn't want to move, but she would eventually have to. The case for her contacts were in her pocket in case she ever wanted to take them out, probably after her little training session with Andrew, if he agreed.

And...


"Do you need to use the bathroom? You look about ready to throw up..."

"..yeah. And..if you have mouthwash.."

And of course, ten minutes later after she's puked and cleaned her mouth?

"I need you to attack me."

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew followed her into the bathroom, a little confused as to how contacts could make a person want to vomit, or crazy dizzy. He gently held back her hair, rubbing her back softly as she puked her guts out in his toilet. He reached over, when she was done, and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the rack. He used it to wipe her mouth, cleaning the excess vomit from her lips. He grabbed the mouthwash and handed it to her, then got up and walked out, Mitsuki soon following after she flushed the toilet. Then, she surprised him.

'I need you to attack me'.

Andrew turned around and frowned for a moment, not sure why she wanted it, but the word "need" made him do what he did best- not ask any questions. He rolled up his sleeves after throwing down his towel. "Okay. But if im going to attack you, then dont hold back. Also, just in case i happen to win..." He smiled.

"Your title will be mine."

He stepped forward quickly after that, throwing a hard right heel kick for her jaw. He wasnt a woman hitter, but she also asked him to do it, and he would gladly. He didnt believe himself strong enough to beat her, but he would try his best. He would fight until she said it was enough, or until he was unconsious. Most people would think it rather odd tht he didnt ask why, or need an explanation, but thats just how he was. Foreward, to the point, didnt mess around and got things done. That was just his personality, his persona.

The difference between this fight, and the last one?

He would try alot harder, until he won, or she called it off. He wouldnt take her title unless he beat her, so if she told him it was enough, then he would back off, and the title would remain to her name. He mentally winced for a split second, knowing pain and damage to his house was bound to happen.

Oh well, thats what money was for, right?

OOC(( damn...second time in two days that ive posted as david when i meant to be andrew....fack!))

[Mitsuki Park]

"Okay. But if im going to attack you, then dont hold back. Also, just in case i happen to win... Your title will be mine."

To be honest, she did not expect him to add in that last bit. Pupils narrowed as she pushed off and away from him, quickly creating distance between them. She watched as his foot rise, and without even thinking she brought out her arms and blocked his kick that was aimed for her jaw, though when blocked she also would attempt to grab his foot and yank backwards. She had sh*(^ load of strength, and to drag him over the place on one foot wasn't hard. As soon as she took a step to drag him around, her hands would turn his foot, that would either A) cause him to lose his balance if his body didn't turn with, or B) make him face the other direction as she ran around. But then both had its flaws - for him.

The fact that Andrew put her title on the line changed everything. It wasn't about her contacts anymore - it was about beating her boyfriend, whom she had grown fond of. But if Mitsuki was good at anything, it was keeping her personal life and her business life two separate things.

So while she fights Andrew, she won't think of him as her boyfriend - she'll just think of him as Andrew Black, just another stepping stone away from what she'll achieve.

[Tyr Odinson]

Ah, that had the desired effect.

When he saw her eyes narrow, he knew- She wasn't going to hold back.

While his intent was a little confused, even to him, he couldn't imagine any other reason for him to fight her then for it to be a test. A test of what, he had no idea. Why? No clue. But it seemed important, and if she was going to get the full advantage from it, she would need to think of it as a fight, a brawl. She couldn't pity him, she couldn't look at him as her boyfriend. When she fought others, it wouldn't be like fighting him as her boyfriend. She would be fighting someone intent on harm, intent to bruise her, intent to beat her. If she wanted him to test her in some way...

She would need to give it her all.

She would have to literally kick his ass.

As she grabbed the foot, he grinned. He had been expecting that. Nobody ever thought the first blow would land- that was the markings of a fool. As she grabbed his foot, he jumped toward her, the extra power she put into pulling him only adding to it as he came at her quickly, shooting out his other leg in mid-air and kicking her in the chest before she could step. The blow would be hard. Hard enough to either knock her from the grasp she held and really get her attention, or to knock the wind out of her, causing her to need to catch her breath, if not vomit more. He would use her dizziness to his advantage. While he knew she couldn't be lacking in effort, he had meant what he said.

He would beat her if he could.

If the blow didn't knock her back, instead only winding her, Andrew would land on his back, reaching over as soon as his back in the floor and grabbing a large plant, throwing it, pot and all, at her head. Yeah, he fought dirty. He wouldn't use anything that could kill her, but would definitely damage her. If the blow did knock her back he would come to his feet in a second, and bring up his fists in a standard boxing stance, elbows rotating slightly to allow further circulation.

"Cmon, sweetie. That all you got? I know you can do better."

Yeah, he was mocking her.

Probably a stupid decision, but hey! His life was full of those.

He would stand there and wait, offering her the opportunity to attack.

[Mitsuki Park]

The contacts were giving her a really hard time, making it near difficult to actually clearly see his movement. She had to second guess and estimate where he would hit, which wasn't that bad - there were times when her peripheral vision was clear as a crystal ball, only to have the contact shift and become blurry once more. The blow to the chest only caused her to stumble back, and he was right - she did want to vomit more. With her right hand, she pulled out the mask that she used to wear nearly all the time, the black and red coughing mask, and swiftly put it on her face, covering her mouth and nose. Hot air always seemed to calm her upset stomach, so she was hoping it would work now.

As for the plant, nah uh. She caught it and swung it right back at him with nearly all of her strength, making it go super fast in his direction. She didn't care where it hit him, so long as it caused some damage to his physical being. Of course, she did feel kind of bad that they were doing this inside his house...

But fact is, the plant was flying straight at his face, and would cover up his vision for a quick second. And in that second, Mitsuki would launch herself forward, right hand parallel to her neck, left hand at her midchest. Right hand was in a form of a blade as she aimed for the center of his neck...

"You should know by now that mocking me will do little, hun."

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew laughed as she grabbed the plant and threw it back. He didnt have enough time or strength to catch it again, instead shooting up his arm, bent at the elbow, allowing the pot to break across the joint at his elbow as he raised it to block. He turned his head from the dirt, the turned back to see Mitsuki charging him, hand shooting out for his neck. Since his left elbow was already raised, it was a short distance for him to move his hand down and grab the hand as it came for his neck. He would duck under it, using the grip to push it further out of the way. While it put him in the direct path of the fist down below, it gave him an opportunity he couldnt ignore.

He planted a kiss on her lips.

Mocking her?

Or just wanting a kiss?

Afterward, he would pull his head away quickly and slam it down into her face in a quick headbutt.

More like a mixture of both.

[Mitsuki Park]

Ah, but he forgot about her left hand. As he leaned in for the kiss, which she accepted, her left hand came up underneathe his neck and pushed him back, her right wrist turning as it locked on his. She would push him back all the way to the wall and step on his toes, pressing up against him as he would have little to do. Her hand was pressed against his neck, and with that same arm, her elbow pinned his own right arm against the wall while her right hand held his wrist in a firm grip. His legs would have little use, considering she was so close to him. He couldn't bash her with his head, because she had a firm grip on his neck.

Dangerously close.

But would he give up?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew hadn't forgotten about her left hand. As it came up and grasped his neck, his right fist shot upward before they even reached the wall, aiming for a quick and hard uppercut. Both her hands were busy, so blocking such a move with being both dizzy and half-blind would be hard. Possible, but hard. Whether the uppercut landed or not, his hand would come around the back of her head quickly, grabbing her hair. As they reached the wall, he stepped back and pushed off it with his right leg and and upper body, making it impossible for her to stop him and step on those toes. After pushing/jumping off the wall, he would land on his left leg, giving him a little room.

He would, immediately, jump up with that leg, and whip his right leg up, pulling down at the same time with that grip on her hair, intent to slam her face into his knee.

He spoke choked words.

"C-cmon babe... put me....Down...if you c-can."

Should all these counterattacks work, he would release the grip on her hair and grab the now-probably-weakened hand at his neck, as well as twist his left wrist out of the grip it was also in. He would then push her away and rub his throat until she went back on the assault.

[Mitsuki Park]

That was the thing with Mitsuki. You hit her, her grip only gets tighter, so there was no way in hell that she would release her vice grip on his throat. Her right hand released his arm and, while she kept a continuous grip on his neck, aimed a solid punch into his gut, only to have her fist connect with his. Knuckles cracked, but it wasn't that bad. Ever played bloody knuckle before? Now that will hurt like a mother if you know how to play correctly.

Everywhere he went, she went with him considering she did keep a strong grip on his throat. He would eventually run out of air and tap out soon, faster than she would tap out even if he slammed her face into his knee. But all this moving around was getting her sick to her stomach, and so she focused on her breathing more than anything. Her now free hand would go on top of his thigh and push down when it was brought up, her right leg sweeping behind his left and would yank forward to make him trip and fall. It is, however, unfortunate that her face still slammed against his knee, but it reduced some damage thanks to her pushing down.

She did not open her mouth, for she was afraid that once she did, she would puke.

[Tyr Odinson]

The grip was beginning to become ridiculously tight. He had trouble breathing, and felt his uppercut not reach her chin. His knee connected, but his leg was swept out from under him. After he fell, he bent his right arm, which came back and grabbed the back of her head again. By bending it, his elbow would hit the crook of her left arm, right at the bend where her arm was locked, causing her arm to bend and the thumb of her left hand that held her throat to move, weakening the grip, or so he hoped. He kept the knee that had hit her in the face bent and between them, pushing on it to get her off his neck. His legs were strong- stronger than her upper body should be...then again, more likely as not. Either way, it helped to ease the tension on his neck, and to try and dry easier breaths.

He reached over with his hand and grabbed a piece of the broken pot. It was sharp, and he planned to cut her wrist, opening the tendons and making her release his neck, as well as not have a hand for a good, long time.

He gasped, the piece of pottery poised and ready, out of her sight, to slash the muscles that controlled her hand.

He couldn't do it.

He dropped the piece off to the side. His hands were free, so he brought both of them down, bending his upper body in a sort of "Crunch" excercize. He pushed his right leg down so she would be on top of him fully, her arm in between them and still on his neck. He grabbed his right leg and brought it up and over her arm that was choking him, moving to get her in a rather odd move known as a gogoplata.

A shin choke.

Hopefully this would work, otherwise he may have to give up, since his air was running rather thin.

[Mitsuki Park]

That gogoplata? Yeah, that was hurting like a mother ******. Not only that, but the feeling of wanting to puke had suddenly risen up from the bottom of her gut when his foot pushed up against her. Considering she was on top of him, it was kind of inevitable for her to push away fast enough for what was to come. Can you guess what happens next? The aftermath of whatever happens is him taking a shower and her sitting on the ground in front of a toilet, then rinsing her mouth, popping out those contacts and cleaning up the 'mess' she made.


Oh man, did she feel super sorry for Andrew.