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Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: Eastern Forest

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When; May 7th, Evening
Rating; PG-13, maybe R.
Characters; Greed

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Summary; Kimimaro has had enough of Greed's bullshit. People tend to reach that point.
Log;

The feisty homunculus bounced in place from foot to foot, practicing his strikes. He knew ninjas were fast. Time to see if his training had actually paid off for him. He chose a spot that was downwind of the city, the better to smell his opponent coming. His nostril flared as he detected the scent. The same as the previous Kimimaro, unless he was the same guy. Never could tell, really.

"Come on out, kid!" he yelled, "I know you're out there!"

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Kimimaro sped lightly through the city, east, as he had been directed. It seemed strange to one moment be dead, and then next rushing across grass and pavement towards another fight. Still, it could not be helped.

Orochimaru-sama would not be insulted in his hearing.

He heard the man before he saw him, decided to make his entrance silently. The sound of his flesh parting so he could pull the bone from his shoulder was the only threat he needed to make.

Greed turned to faced the man, ears twitching at the sound of scraping bone.

"Geez, why does your power have to be so fuckin' disgusting?" Greed winced, sticking his tongue out, "You should trade up."

Kimimaro shrugged, the motion making his skin gape for a second before it knit closed again, a bit more sluggishly than usual.

He had been curious as to whether his body would react the same when he pulled bones from them as when he was alive. For the moment, it didn't seem like using the shikotsumyaku would be a problem here.

"I am satisfied with my ability. The aesthetics do not matter as much as the results," he said, and then sent the bone-sword whistling through the air towards the man with no more preamble.

Greed was too busy droning on about how disgusting his power was to notice the blade heading for him. It caught him dead on, sliding through his throat and pinning him to a tree.

"Ah!" he gurgled through blood, "You...asshole!"

He quickly worked out the blade and crushed it in his hands, then dusted his hand on his pants and stomped toward the pale man. The bloody wound in his thick neck had already knit shut in a crackle of alchemical energy.

"Kid, you shouldn't interrupt a man when he's expounding."

Well that was...interesting. Most of Kimimaro's opponents didn't keep yelling at him when he speared them through the throat. The also usually weren't able to break any bones that separated from his body.

He would have to make the next one stronger.

"I had assumed you wanted to fight, not talk," he replied, unconcerned. "And I am not a child."

"You're youthful, then," he said, charging and throwing a series of roundhouse kicks at the male's legs and head, "I'll try not to hurt you TOO badly, amigo!"

He finished his combo by throwing an uppercut for Kimi's chin.

Kimimaro dodged the kicks, not parrying yet, waiting to see the range of this--what did he call himself? A Homunculus?--this Homunculus' speed. He wasn't the fastest Kimimaro had ever fought...probably not even half as fast as that Leaf child he had fought before he died, but he was suitably adept at taijutsu.

Maybe even good enough for Kimimaro to have to pay attention. What on earth was an amigo?

"Do not bother. I will not be affording you the same courtesy."

He leaned out of the path of Greed's knuckles, letting the bones of his ribs erupt out of his chest and take most of the force of the blow.

"Aw!" Greed blanched, recoiling, "Fuckin' sick, man!"

He jumped back through the air a short distance from Kimimaro. He cracked his neck and stomped the ground a few times.

"Guess I'd better reveal one of my tricks," he said, extending his arms, "Let's do this."

His hands and forearms slowly changed to a shiny, black color. Unnaturally shiny, like marble. He stretched once more and bashed his knuckles together, making a loud 'clank'.

"Bring it, ninja."

Kimimaro watched curiously as the surface of Greed's skin changed to a glossy black, the bones of his ribs sucking back into his chest with a long slow squelch.

He formed another sword from his shoulder blade, being careful to reinforce the bone before pulling it out. Hopefully, it would be strong enough.

"Hn." Kimimaro rose up on his toes and stepped to the left in the beginnings of the Dance of the Camellia.

"Hey, come back here!" Greed yelled, chasing him down. He took a swipe at his head, followed by a low sweep and a striking out with a side-kick as he rose.

"Cut it out and stand still!" he snarled, rapidly striking at the man as fast as he could.

Kimimaro managed to avoid most of the strikes, although the rare ones that connected did so hard enough to make him wince.

"You are too slow," he said as he bent and dipped repeatedly under a leg or an arm in graceful contortion.

"SHUT UP!" he steamed, trying again and again to hit the graceful ninja. He finally stopped and stomped the earth hard enough to make a small crater.

"DO you ever fucking stop moving?! Fight like a man!" he yelled, running over to the underbrush. He punched his hands into an oak and began to pull. With a mild groan, he pulled the tree free of the earth.

"Eat this!" he screamed, hurling the tree at him.

Kimimaro was able to leap over the crater, but he couldn't quite avoid an entire tree heading his way. Eyes narrowing, he shielded himself with his forearms, not minding the shredded cloth and skin as the tree splintered and broke around him.

Was the man insane? Who fought by throwing foliage around?

"You are overly emotional," Kimimaro noted as he flicked pieces of bark from his shoulder. He flipped the sword in his hands and darted it forward towards the man's chest. It was time to go on the offensive.

Greed braced himself, going into defensive stance.

"Come on!" he yelled, enjoying the battle. It wasn't often he got out like this, "Let's see how you attack, kid! Time for a spankin'!"

Ignoring the ridiculous taunts, Kimimaro concentrated on the set of Greed's body, the minute shifts in posture that would indicate where the man would turn or shift or dodge.

He had already impaled this man's throat to no effect, so he doubted a sword through the chest would do much better. But perhaps if he could get close enough to separate a limb...

Greed lashed out with a right straight jab, showing that his shield ended at the elbow, which was in perfect range.

"Little...bastard!"

Seeing his chance, Kimimaro twisted under the jab and let his blade come up, right where the strange black skin ended.

Greed's arm came off cleanly, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Eh?" he said, slowly wiggling his stump, "EH? EH?!?! OW! SHIT!"

He grabbed the stump and gritted his teeth, jumping back several meters.

"Oh, that is IT!"

Greed began to regrow his arm rapidly, first the bones, then the tissues, then the skin. He flexed the new limb and took another stance.

"Try that again, pal. Let's see you do it."

It was possible that this was the loudest opponent Kimimaro had ever had the displeasure of fighting. Even that obnoxious Leaf child in the orange had not been nearly so vocal.

But Kimimaro had to admit that an opponent who could regrow his limbs was intriguing, and that somewhat override the irritation of hearing that large mouth every five seconds.

"Are you part-lizard?" he asked, taking up a casual stance.

Greed grunted and flexed his new arm, then cracked his knuckles together.

"Damn, have to regrow my shield...Eh? Hell no. We're artificial humans. Humans make us with somethin' called alchemy. Trasmutin' stuff into other stuff, basically. We just don't have human weaknesses, like you do. Pour as much punishment as you want into me, but as long as I have lives left, I'll keep coming back. Long after your body has given up. "

"'As long as I have lives left,'" Kimimaro repeated, flatly. "And just how many lives do you have left to throw away?"

He stepped forward for a direct attack, bringing his sword up to slash at Greed's face. Could this man...no, homunculus, could this homunculus regrow his head as easily as he could regrow his arm?

Greed was expecting more arm-targeting attacks. The blow caught him dead on, making his face disappear in a spray of blood. He stumbled backwards, tripping over a log and falling onto the ground.

He gurgled angrily at the young ninja, swiping blindly as he tried to regain footing.

Kimimaro lept back a distance, out of the range of Greed's blind flailing, and stared. It didn't look like even a decapitation would do more than momentarily hinder his movements.

He had never seen a body able to take so much damage and live. But at least the homunculus was quieter, now that his mouth had been separated from the rest of him.

Greed gained enough equilibrium to right himself and did a small head spin, whirling around to hit anything near him and ending up back on his feet. He focused one regenerated eye on Kimi's face and snarled as the rest of him regenerated.

"If that's the way you're gonna' play, fine."

The darkness started to creep over his skin once more. It followed his entire bodies frame, turning his eyes crimson red.

"Let's try this again, kid. Come on."

The corners of Kimimaro's lips quirked upwards. And Greed had the nerve to call his technique disgusting. There was nothing aesthetically pleasing about the homunculus as he was now. And yet, this fight was beginning to get interesting.

Not bothering to reply with a quip of his own, Kimimaro lifted his hand in the direction of Greed's newly regenerated face and sent sharpened bullet-like shards of bone hurtling towards him before following the motion with a low sweeping kick, aimed at the man's knees.

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