Rem -vs- Zachary

[narakunohana]

# of Fighters: 2
Name of Fighters: Rem Aoyama, Zachary Chan
Arena Description: Music Classroom
Match Type: To the Knock Out/Surrender
Special Rules:

• Stats Only
  Special Conditions: Fists only!
  
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Remember: Grace period is one month, so if someone doesn't post for a month from the last date posted, the last person to post auto-wins.

FIGHT!

[Zack]

Zack let the rosewood-coloured-violin-shaped ocarina fall back down to his chest hanging to his body from its strap. That thing may be small but it demanded a large quantity of air to play. He had finally figured out how to play Happy Birthday and was rather disappointed in his inability to play more than one octave's worth of notes. Ah well, he did just pick it up not long ago. Heaving a sigh he ventured to his bag for a drink of water. Rummaging through the various papers and tangled wires he procured a bottle half-full with water and another half-empty with chilled green tea. Mmm... he won't be singing today he figured. Downing the bottle of water, he wiped his lips on his arm and stared forward at the whiteboard adorned with the circle of fifths and thought to himself, <I wonder if anyone else in the school understands this by looking at it...>

Slowly he picked up the ocarina to his mouth and went to practice the only scale he could play on it. Up and down, over and over again.

[Rem]

There would be clapping. Rem stood at the doorway, 4'11'' of bishounen Japanese goodness. Not that it mattered here. He'd just been randomly passing when he'd heard the happy birthday song. Hoping there'd potentially be a free slice of cake accompanying the music, he'd make a detour. Unfortunately, there was no birthday party, no cake, just one guy playing an... Ocarina?

Rem had always wanted an ocarina. No person who'd ever played Ocarina of Time, wouldn't have wanted an Ocarina. Still, no need to be all gushy and fanboy-esque. Not for a plain old ocarina. Instead, he focused on the boy playing it. After a few seconds of scrutiny, he remembered that he'd seen the kid at the Milita rally. A subordinate, ey~?

"Nice playing, Mr...?"

[Zack]

Mmm... applause, a performer's reward when presented at the right time. Zack turned o face his lone audience, letting the instrument fall again pulling the string taut. It was one of the head honchos of the Militia, leader of the Trash Men he remembered. That was pretty good memory for Zack's standards. Of course he forgot the man's name conveniently to balance his sudden miracle memory.

"Nice playing Mr...?"

"Thanks! You can call me Zack..."

He extended his hand to invite a handshake. That gesture was perfectly normal right? Nevertheless, he often sensed that his new acquaintances were not used to such a formal greeting.

[Rem]

"Thanks! You can call me Zack..."

Rem accepted the handshake wholeheartedly.

"Ok, Zack. And you can call me Rem."

After releasing Zack's hand, he glanced around the room. He remembered coming here once, to look for Emily. Music, just one of the many talents she held over him.

"Ah, it's been a while since I've been in here... Actually makes me wonder if there's anything else I'm missing out on here... Say..."

He turned his attention back to Zack.

"That ocarina... its yours?"

[Zack]

Zack smiled. So some people didn't make fun of men who played small high-pitched instruments.

"Ok, Zack. And you can call me Rem."

"Nice to meet you..."

He held the instrument in his hand, rubbing the holes and body of the object while nodding.

"That ocarina... its yours?"

"Yep, my female parental unit bought it for me on her vacation in Asia. "

[Rem]

"Nice to meet you..."

Rem nodded, indicating likewise.

"Yep,my female parental unit bought it for me on her vacation in Asia."

"Ahhh... souvenir, huh? Hmmm, interesting."

Crap, that meant that the instrument must have some sentimental value to Zack. He'd never let his hands off of it. Maybe.

"Well, I was wondering. Is there any way you'd let me have that ocarina? I could buy it, or something like that."

[Zack]

Well... quite firmly...

"No."

He gripped the ocarina a bit tighter and looked up at Rem. He could never sell or giveaway an instrument, especially to a new acquaintance.

"You may touch it, see it, play it, and even borrow it... But I cannot give it to you... I'm sorry..."

Why this ocarina? They shouldn't be too hard to find in souvenir shops.

[Rem]

"No."

Thought as much. Rem whistled at the vehemence with which Zack spoke.

"You may touch it, see it, play it, and even borrow it... But I cannot give it to you... I'm sorry..."

He smiled and nodded. There was no way he'd ever force someone to let go of something they held dear, at least not intentionally.

"Understood. I knew you wouldn't let it go even if I'd asked, but you can't blame a guy for tryin' can ya?"

However... A single underhanded punch, aimed for the right side of Zack's ribcage just under his arm. Rem had already taken the ocarina out of his mind, however, there was something about this kid that made him want to test his fighting skills. He'd been that way about many newcomers as of late.

[Zack]

"Ow..."

Hmm... that was unprovoked. Zack crumbled to the ground and rolled onto his back, his head by Rem's feet. He looked up at the attacker and blinked.

"Is this an invitation for something?"

He slowly clapped his over the head headphones over his ears hands ready to activate the noise canceling feature.

[Rem]

"Ow..."

Well, even though the blow was meant to be a surprise, Rem couldn't help but feel that Zack's reaction time was horrible.

"Is this an invitation for something?"

Rem shrugged and dug his hands deep into his Tripp pants pockets.

"Yeah, a fight. Obviously. Just enough to assess your abilities. By the way, your reaction time sucks. Try to block the next one, ok?"

Without further ado, Rem spun a full three-sixty degrees on his heel, lifting his right leg high into the air, over his head, as he went. As he came around, he brought his food down hard, aiming to strike Zack's solar plexus.

[Zack]

"Yeah, a fight. Obviously. Just enough to assess your abilities. By the way, your reaction time sucks. Try to block the next one, ok?"

"Oh..."

He hit the switch and the mics on the device began to do its pick up and reciprocate noise canceling. A quick swipe of his hand to his pocket turned his MP3 player on. Panasonic D-Snap. Blue. XBS-2 activated.

<I will 'tuch' the sky!>

Zack sprung up from his hip, meeting the stomp with his chest as hard as he could. It was hard enough to knock the wind out of him but his chest would spread the impact across its cavity, the force meeting the large mass of his body and giving Zack the physics to push past the blow and onto his feet. Once there, he launched from the ground and planted his hand on the ceiling to touch the sky. He would land behind Rem and began hopping up and down bobbing his head to the EuroBeat in his ears.

[Rem]

"W-whaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~"


Something was definitely wrong here. To the untrained eye it would seem as though Zack had taken the brunt of the blow, but Rem could tell that his movements were a lot more than they had seemed. His upward movement had been deliberate. His suspicions were verified when the boy pushed his leg back up and leapt upward, landing behind him. [color=Yellow]Whoa...
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Rem half-turned his head to glance back at Zack over his shoulder. This kid oozed weird fighting style. Whatever it was, he would decipher it in time.

"Not bad. I honestly have to say that I'm very impressed! How about this?"

He had been inching one of his steel-tipped boots off as he spoke and at the last moment, sharply flicked his leg back, sending the boot flying toward his opponent's head. Without waiting to see if the tactic worked, it HAD been a distraction ploy after all, he turned and zig zagged his way up close to Zack, pushing a few quick jabs and punches, all aimed at his head and chest, his fists flickering almost imperceptibly as they moved.[/size]

[Zack]

Zack resorted to the all-important retreating crowd-shove. Still hopping on his feet he positioned his right arm in front of his face and his other was placed a short distance from his chest. He bounced backwards with the beat in with his arms in this defensive position. The steel-toed projectile was a powerful blow but it was softened by the retreating action. Once again using the physics of force, his hops backwards cushioned the impulse by increasing the contact time of the force. It still hurt like a bitch though when the thing crashed into his head fending forearm.

The remaining punches would be blocked by random from his hopping, occasionally cushioned and occasionally not. Zack would definitely feel this in the morning. It would be time to change songs soon as he backed into the whiteboard.

[Rem]

Interesting... Rem punched with renewed vigor as he had backed his opponent back into the whiteboard. He didn't know what to make of Zack's random movements, perhaps it was really just that this kid couldn't fight? No... that would be too simple, besides, the hopping seemed to be in time, as the choreographed. Almost like a...dance of some sort. Nah~ that's too far fetched...

"Quit defending, kid!"

He would quit his punching, instead gripping the boy's shoulders and pulling the kid's body into him, just as soon as he raised his left knee, aiming to strike Zack's gut.