tampered | Log, finished

Log, finished

When; January 20th
Rating; R for violence
Characters; Rob Lucci [

maten_rou] & Naoto [

naoto_two]
Summary; So, the filthy cat attacked the wolf's girlfriend and some wolf's really pissed off and decides to fight fire with fire. The epic, long overdue battle between cat and dog ensues! (Or rather wolf and leopard, in this case)
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Patience really wasn't one of his strong points. But breaking the cat's face with his girlfriend around was out of question. Not that Naoto would be a problem to fight, but Jyabura wanted no one to interfere. Skinning that cat is a big enough problem already.

Waiting for Naoto to leave the fucking apartment was harder for him than the actual fight would be. Restless he wandered around in his own apartment, like a locked up wild animal, which wasn't far from truth. When he saw the girl finally leaving the building, he instantly took the chance and went to apartment 7, a lot calmer then he expected. Only the silence before the storm, or something.

With a fast kick he sliced the door apart, inwardly trying to imitate Kaku. The door broke apart awfully loud, smashing into the apartment and breaking something, more like hit by a train than sharply sliced. Oh well! He wasn't the expert in Rankyaku anyways, so what. With hands in his pockets he wandered inside, ready for everything to come. And damn, that would be a pissed off cat.

"Hey, bastard. Your neighbour's coming around for a while. I hope you don't mind."

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Nothing was better than reading the paper with some coffee, knowing that you beat someone up just a few days ago. At least, according to Rob Lucci. But he wasn't very right in the head anyway, some said, so this was of course questionable.

But, at that moment, Lucci thought there wasn't anything more enjoyable than that, even though he wasn't really reading anything at all. His mind constantly wandered back to that alley, hoping that he'd be able to do it again sometime; it had been one of the highlights of his stay in the City. He knew that he wouldn't get another chance of doing so, because his latest... victim would probably be protected like she was the fucking Holy Grail or something from now on. Especially by Jyabura.

His musings got violently interrupted by a crash and a bang, he leaned his chair backwards to catch a glimpse of the now destroyed door.

Well, speak of the devil.

"You could've made your worthless appearance without breaking the door, Fido," he said without even standing up and leaving the kitchen to greet his colleague; he knew what this was about. And frankly, he didn't give a shit.

Jyabura followed Rob's voice towards the kitchen, the reek of cat drove him nearly insane. Any other person would have smelled absolutely nothing, but to him Rob's natural own scent was an indescribable stench. Plus, there seemed to be some other smaller cat somewhere in the flat. Great.

"Well, I love drama" he said, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, casual like he visited his best friend for some beer or to watch football on tv. "So, just coming along to keep my promise, you know." he added before quickly, as fast as he could, he grabbed that bastard by his hair and threw him off the chair and out of the kitchen violently. There was no time to kid around like he did with Kaku. He knew that one little mistake could cost his life and the surprise effect would only work once with Lucci.

He turned around to the living room, looking at the good amount of black curly hair in his hand, knowing that cats had this annoying habit of always landing on their feet. "Actually, I'm coming for dinner" he said with a sadistic smile on his face, plucking Rob's hair from his hands. "I hope you taste better than you smell!"

Lucci knew that this was the reason why Jyabura was here and hell, what else could've been the reason? The guy had come to get his pathetic "revenge", so he obviously knew what had happened to Nico Robin. Lucci hoped that the wolf also knew how much he enjoyed fucking his girlfriend up.

Still, Jyabura's sudden outburst of violence certainly surprised him, but he hadn't expected anything less as he managed to land on his feet with an annoyed huff. Close call. As much as he liked to fight, he avoided doing so with any of his colleagues, especially Jyabura, even if he had the burning desire of just scratching his throat open. But right now, the bastard was obviously asking to get his ass kicked.

"You at least could've brought that bitch of yours so she can watch me break all of your bones."

The cat's tranquillity, fake or not, annoyed him. It always did. He knew Rob wasn't the type of guy to show his feelings via facial expressions and that he could be seriously angered innerly, but still calm on the outside, but it annoyed Jyabura so much. Time to make the kitty angry, then. Somehow, no matter how.

"You should be glad I waited until that kid left the battlefield" he replied, putting his foot on the corner of the table in the living room and slowly lifting it up that way. "She'd surely not approve of her lover getting eaten alive by a wolf. She can have whatever will be left of you, though" he added, grabbed the table and smashed it towards Lucci, not even paying attention to if he'd hit him or not, though he heard something break. Jyabura just felt like destroying something, as he felt the anger growing inside of him more and more.

Crushing the table with a Rankyaku, Lucci surely started to get horribly irritated with the situation, despite the fact that he didn't have a bad temper at all. But if someone started to throw stuff at him, things were going a bit too far.

"No, you should be glad that you let Naoto leave," he said while he slowly transformed into the huge half-leopard, half-human state he liked so much. "She would've definitely sliced you open."

With that, his transformation was complete and he had to crouch a bit to even give himself room to stand; going into Zoan mode was such a pain in the ass to do indoors. But well, all for a good cause. He didn't waste any more time as he suddenly assaulted Jyabura, going for his favourite place to hurt; the throat.

"I'd smash her like a bug, and you know that!" he grinned highly amused, knowing that this was just too true, all of it. He carefully watched Lucci transforming, using his specialty, the Tekkai, already as he knew he wouldn't be fast enough to escape. Not that there was enough useful room anyways. Sudden attacks were something for cats, wolves were more into chasing.

As Lucci tackled him down he knew that only his Tekkai saved him from getting his throat getting bitten into pieces, the iron sound of the cat jaw biting into his body let him know. He grabbed the beast by whatever parts of its face he could reach, wildly trying to shake and drag him off. "Cut it out, fucker!" he hissed, and somehow managed to push him off and get back on his own feet.

"Straight to the point, huh? I'm fine with that!" he said, taking off his jacket and transforming into his own animal shape. Smaller as Lucci, but the fight with Kaku has proven that this was better for a fight indoors. Sharp fangs snapped towards the cat, but missing its arm by a mere hairbreadth with a cold, iron sound.

Even though he'd never admit it, Lucci was surely enjoying this fight like never before. It had been way too long since a fight, a good fight, like that one against the Strawhat. Well, he'd lost that one, but it hadn't kept him from enjoying it to its fullest. It wasn't every day that he met such a person.

But right now he had the feeling of making Jyabura bleed like a pig and he was determined to let that happen. Actually, very much so.

He dodged the sharp fangs that were aimed at his arm and quickly spun around to face the wolf's back, seeing a golden opportunity to make the other's situation a bit more... uncomfortable. He moved as fast as he could and hauled his claws down Jyabura's back, not even trying to cover up his sadistic grin. Oh yes, way too much fun.

Fuck.

The wolf couldn't follow Lucci's moves, too fucking fast. Suddenly he felt his own warm blood spilling out from his back. A surpressed growl was everything he allowed himself, he wouldn't make any further sound of pain than that. He wouldn't grant the cat such prize.

He turned around his head, spotting Lucci's ugly mug and the fucking grin on his face from the corner of his eye. This and the smell of his own blood fueled him, his jaws snapped into the cat's arm deeply, ripping its claws out of his back and pushed him around violently. With a quick turn of his head he pushed Lucci onto the floor, biting harder into his arm until he felt muscles being torn apart and bones breaking under his teeth, streaks of warm blood flowing down his muzzle.

Lucci had to keep himself from snarling violently when he felt his arm being crushed like a twig; he knew that Jyabura was strong, but he certainly hadn't been expecting this. He tried to get the wolf off him, but nothing worked as the sharp fangs had deeply locked onto his arm. And it fucking hurt too.

He was sick of this shit; he wriggled his other arm free and tried to use a Shigan on the wolf, not even noticing if he had his target. The excruciating pain in his arm was making him numb, something he hadn't ever experienced before. Apparently he had underestimated Jyabura a whole lot.

Lucci had his target, and a very well one too. He broke the wolf's Tekkai like it was nothing. How the fuck...?!

Jyabura didn't even feel how the Shigan hit him in the neck, missing a vital spot by mere milimeters. He noticed it by something warm flowing through his fur all of a sudden, heard blood dripping on the floor. Fuck, that was his own blood! Just now he noticed that this bastard had his cat'ish finger inside of his neck, felt the leopard's claw burning like hot iron in his flesh. Agony.

The wolf growled and snarled aggressively, out of shock and anger, the fur on his neck got ruffled up completely. He had no idea how to get out of that situation to attack anew, so he just hardened the bite into Lucci's arm, to disctract himself from his own pain too. Well, he was going to bleed to death like this, but dammit, he'll take that fucking cat with him to hell.

But Jyabura had forgetten about one other person -- that is, until the sharpened edge of a katana pressed dangerously against his wound.

Naoto had returned mere minutes earlier, startled in the hallway by the noise coming from her apartment. She had dashed to the site to find the door kicked down and animals far larger than normal wrestling, killing each other in th emiddle of the living room. In a flash, Naoto's katana was in her hands.

"Jyabura-san," she said coldly, her voice and sword unwavering. "I don't want to have to kill you."

He didn't understand a single word she said. Hell, he didn't even know who the hell that was. He heard a voice and words, but it sounded like through a very far distance, behind a waterfall or the like. Jyabura's human mind was very far away now.

Out of a reflex he let Lucci's arm go and bit into the cold thing at his wound, instinctively aiming at the now bigger danger. He pulled it out of the girl's hands and threw it away, staring at the 'intruder' with absolute confusion. He still had no idea who the hell this was and what on earth she wanted, being more wolf than human in mind, completely forgetting about Lucci and the fight.

Though one of her two katana had been wrenched from her hands, Naoto remained calm. Her hands flew, one to the knife at her belt, which instantly found itself against Jyabura's wound again, and the other to roughly grab his ear. She knew she was being suicidal, but she knew of no other way. She didn't want to fight him.

"Jyabura-san!" the woman snapped, jerking him roughly. "Think of Robin!"

She hoped beyond hope that her name would snap him to his senses.

Lucci didn't think twice as Jyabura had finally let go of his arm; he reverted back to human state and crawled out from under the wolf, getting up a bit shakily while clutching his injured arm. The fucker had actually crushed it, something he didn't think the man would have been able to. He definitely wouldn't forget this; the bastard would pay at a later time.

He quickly used a Rankyaku to blast Jyabura off to the other side of the room -- not for himself, but for Naoto. He wasn't sure of what Jyabura would do to her while he was in this state. He turned towards her and frowned in annoyance; he hated interruptions.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Naoto had to duck the rankyaku, then scrambled over to Lucci's side to look at his arm. She'd have to find him a medic immediately. But she didn't know who she could trust enough. She supposed the hospital would have to do.

"I'm helping you," she replied. "I'm saving my living space from being trashed further. And I'm stopping you and Jyabura-san from killing each other."

She stepped in front of the wounded man and drew her second katana. "Jyabura-san, please. Think of Robin. She wouldn't want to see you injured. Robin wants you to be safe."

Seconds before being hit by Lucci's attack, he was able to use his Tekkai again, avoiding bigger injuries that way. It smashed him away pretty good nevertheless and some other part of the apartment got broken into pieces. But it also smashed his human mind back into him.

Jyabura turned back into human form with an extremely grim expression on his face, which was absolutely understated. He was annoyed, really fucking annoyed. And disappointed, because an excellent fight found an unpleasing end.

The scratches on his back weren't a tragedy, the thick fur prevented bigger injuries. But the Shigan in his neck was, it wouldn't stop bleeding. He put his hand over it, being covered in blood all over and got up in his feet. "Do you think you could hurt me with that fucking toothpick of yours?!" he said to Naoto, feeling immensely offended.

He didn't give Naoto a second look and completely ignored her, giving Lucci a grim look instead. "If you hurt Robin again, I'm going to fucking kill you. And before that, I'll rip your samurai girl apart instead of sparing her life" he added hatefully, being absolutely serious about it. "Watch your little sheep, shepherd."

Jyabura picked up his jacket, slowly went into the kitchen and prefered the way out of the window with Geppou. Well, there's always a next time.

Naoto watched Jyabura fly out the window before turning to finally take in the exact damage to her apartment. She sighed heavily, resigned, knowing that the City would restore it by the next day. Instead, she turned back to face Lucci.

"You attacked Robin," she accused, her eyes hard and unrelenting.

Lucci ignored her words and brushed past her towards the couch, which was miraculously still intact. He took his jacket and blouse off, or rather tore them off while sharply drawing some breath as he had the feeling that he was only making it worse. Which he probably was.

"Would you happen to know a good medic?" he asked, still ignoring her statement and examining his injured arm.

"I..." Wearily, she approached and sat beside him on the couch. "Not any individual medics, no. There's the hospital, though, and they have everything there that can fix your arm."

She placed a hand over his, her face set. "Now please tell me. Why did you attack Robin?"

"Because it's my job to do so," was the cold and evasive answer. Telling her about his his sheer lust to see the woman bleed like there was no tomorrow would've been rather unwise.

He proceeded to look a this arm once more and frowned, mostly at the thought of the cause than the wound itself. Injuries weren't bad, they were a part of his job, his life even, but the fact that a colleague had attacked him still made him angry. Even though he hated that certain colleague with a burning passion.

"How long do you think it'll take to recover?" he asked, shifting the subject to something that didn't have to do with a certain dark-haired woman whose life he wanted to ruin.

She shook her head. "That's not the right answer," she said quietly. "You know it's not. You're far from your world, from your government, and you haven't done anything previously against her. So why now?"

She understood that he hated Robin and wanted to see her dead, but... Robin was Naoto's friend. She didn't want to see her hurt, and if it came down to it, she would fight Lucci for Robin's sake. She hated being torn on such an issue.

Naoto stood and padded over to where her katana lay, mostly undamaged. "I don't know. Ask a doctor, not me." She kept her back to Lucci.

"So you'd rather like hearing how badly I want rip her intestines out?" he asked calmly, forgetting what he decided earlier and just telling Naoto what she wanted to hear. Because it was exactly what he was thinking anyway.

He leaned back and sighed, running a hand through his hair with a non-injured arm. "I'll visit a doctor tomorrow or something."

"Go to a doctor now if you don't want that arm infected." Her voice was even, almost cold, but then she whirled around with a death grip on her sword and the first sign of tears in her eyes.

"Go, now! Before I try to skewer you!" Her arms were trembling. "I don't care how much you hate her, how much you want to kill her. She's my friend... my nakama! The last thing I want to see is her bleed!" She pointed with her katana at the door. "Now go to the damn hospital."

"You wouldn't, and that's your biggest weakness, like I said before," he said, far from being annoyed or touched by her words. He couldn't care less about her friendship with Robin, and even if Naoto would ever attack him, it'd be too easy to stop her.

"And I'm not going to the 'damn' hospital until you calm down. Stop acting so ridiculous," he said while standing up and picking his clothes up from the floor, looking at the cuts and torn fabric. Yeah, those were absolute goners.

Naoto glared at him from across the room, breathing heavily in her fury. With a snap, she sheathed her sword, then turned on her heel and stalked towards the main entrance.

"I'm not acting ridiculous," she snapped, tossing him another glare from over her shoulder as she stepped over the splintered door. "You're being stupid for not getting that arm looked at. It better be tended to when I get back."

"Whatever you say," he shrugged, buttoning up his ruined blouse again, careful not to injure his arm any further. He really had to go to that hospital; it started to hurt like a bitch and at this rate, he could lose his arm. That was absolutely the last thing he wanted to happen.

"And where might you be going?"

"I'm going to check on Robin. Not that you would care," she added furiously before stalking out of the apartment.

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