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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)
Log;

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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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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