tampered | Log;Ongoing/Closed

Log;Ongoing/Closed

When; September 13th, evening
Rating; Mmm. PG for Ken's charming mouth?
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soulofocean
Summary; Ken's been itching for a challenge, and Aya gives him that while Umi watches the boys spar.
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He was usually a good deal more punctual, but a call to rescue someone from the Underground had unfortunately caused him to be a good fifteen minutes late. Thankfully, the bike cut off a good chunk of walking time, so there wouldn't be too much for Aya to fuss about, if he even said anything. Once the bike was still, he climbed off of it, already dressed for the fight other than the long gloves he already had strapped to his legs. After a quick look around, he pulled off his helmet and crossed over to where his 'opponent' and friend were waiting.

"Sorry! I got a late call."

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...Ouch.

Boy, when she speculated on the bruises she certainly wasn't counting on stuff like this. Feeling restless, Umi shifted her position where she sat and kept watching, making sure she remained quiet despite the unorthodox moves that might yet come along.

Edited 2010-09-14 03:59 (UTC)

There was a huffed curse as Ken went down, hands scrabbling to drag Aya with him even if it meant grabbing him by his hair. If he could get him on the ground, he might still be able to pull off a win.

Aya pulled away quickly and hissed at the pull to his hair but refused to go down. Ken had won the last round and now it was his turn. He still had a competitive edge now and then. Swinging his sword around, he moved to bring it around to point it at Ken's neck.

...That hair maneuver was something else. It made Umi wonder just how much of an advantage she was giving any potential attackers of hers by wearing her own so darn long.

But these thoughts were chased away almost at once as she focused on watching what appeared to be the possible end of the battle.

And with that, Ken went almost limp under Aya's blade, his arms falling to rest sprawled along his sides. Those dangerous blades were already back where they belonged outside mission and of all things, Ken huffed a soft laugh even if it was clear he was still a little breathless from the blow to his stomach.

"I can't believe you fell for that, Aya."

He smiled and pulled his sword away to hold his hand out to help Ken up instead.

"I should have seen that coming."

The fact that he hadn't would grate on his nerves for awhile. Aya did pride himself on being observant to things like that.

"Can you breathe yet?"

Umi was breathing, for the matter. She didn't remember the last time she had since the battle started.

She stood up from her bench and approached the pair, still saying nothing but glancing over at Ken as if adding her own to Aya's question. She'd fished two little water bottles from her backpack and was holding them in her hands right now, ready to offer them to the contenders.

There was no hesitation when Ken reached up to accept Aya's help, waving off the question from both of them even though he did reach down to check a spot where he knew he'd be bruised the next day. He had a quick smile for Umi to reassure her before he snagged the water bottle from her hand after a quick thanks.

"Ha ha. You just winded me, and yeah Umi, I'm fine. We both are. You just gotta remember that this isn't all that unusual for us. When we really spar, we have to go all out."

"Thank you, Umi." Taking the water, he opened it so he could pour some of the water onto his face and into his eyes. They still stung but that was to be expected. They still had dirt in them.

"Usually we go longer. The dirt usually misses." He really should have seen that one.

"...No kidding. You both are pretty mean when it comes to serious training, let me tell you!" She was glad she'd thought of bringing the water. Some towels too, which she'd be going to fetch for these two after she was completely reassured they were okay.

So maybe it was silly, worrying like that after knowing the sort of missions Ken and Aya had been minding for years. But Umi was an incurable worrier over those she cared about and not ashamed to admit it anymore, when it came to these two.

"Maybe I should watch more often. You know, so I learn not to completely freak when you guys pull stunts like that dirt thing." Yes, she still felt sort of guilty over that one reaction.

Ken watched Aya clean the dirt from his eyes, looking a little concerned before he snorted and fairly downed the water still in his bottle. As soon as the bottle was empty, he crushed the plastic and pocketed it before he took a moment to look over his blades, not even caring that the dangerous metal was that close to his face.

"I think that's a good idea, actually. I bet Aya's an amazing teacher but you need to be ready for crap like I pulled. And crap like he pulled. I'm gonna bruise, you jerk."

Even though he was chastising Aya, he still had that smile on his face.

"As I recall, you threw the dirt first."

Still, there was some amusement on his face. It wasn't like Aya was really upset with Ken for throwing the dirt in his face.

"I even held back a little with the head thing."

"I got the hunch you're going to disagree, but that sounds like a good thing to me!" Trotting back to the bench where her backpack waited, Umi soon returned with the towels. Those two must have sweated a lot while going at each other like that! Good that her own training sessions and ongoing katana lessons with Aya had her all but prepared for that sort of instances.

She chuckled a little as she offered the clean white linen to her companions. "I should've brought some aspirin too. I hope that one move doesn't cost Aya a headache as much as a bruise to Ken. Or a really sore chest."

Ken shot a quick Look at Aya as he reached for the towel. He had one back at the bike, but he'd forgotten to grab it in his hurry to meet his friends. Sighing, he scrubbed his face with the coarse linen before he started to work on peeling his bagh nahks away from his arms.

"Hey, it's not my fault if Aya's head is soft."

As soon as the gloves were removed, he gave them another once over, absently reaching between the wicked looking blades to pick out a blade of grass.

"Soft? That's a complete change from what you used to call my head."

Aya shook his head slowly and took the towel to dry off his face after pouring water all over it. His eyes were feeling better already. That was fortunate.

"Have you had anything to eat yet, Umi?"

"Do I want to hear what Ken actually used to call it?" She had to laugh inwardly at the obvious speculations going on inside her head, though it all was quickly forgotten at the odd fascination Umi found upon looking at how casually Ken took care of his blades.

Then she snapped back to reality at Aya's question. "Not really. I wanted to be timely for this and get everything ready. Are you guys hungry after all that exercise?"

Umi might be shocked at how in-depth that care would be later on. His gaze flicked over to her at the last question, not really caring about the first. If Aya wanted to tell her how well they got along in the early days of Weiss, he was more than welcome.

"Starved, but I'm fine for now. I think Mara's got something planned."

Aya gave a little knowing smile at what Ken had to say. However, he didn't actually say anything on it aside from... "If Mara has plans maybe you should go see what they are. Umi and I will go and get something else."

He was hardly blind after all.

Her eyebrows rose with a bit of surprise. Mara... The lady who'd been there for Ken back when Euphie had---? Yeah. Had to be!

Umi seemed to recall Ken had always mentioned this woman fondly, so it came as no surprise that he remembered her as well --memories seemed to be all but back to him, after all, at least most important ones. Something like nosy curiosity tickled her thoughts at the idea of Ken having dinner with this lady, but she pushed it aside for now. Come to think of it... what had happened to Ken's relationship with Euphie?

Smiling over at Aya, she let the matter slide for good. "That's an idea! We wouldn't want to get in the way of your plans, Ken. Definitely not!"

There was a pinch of teasing there, too. But it could be easily shrugged off as nothing but silly girly humor. Ken and Aya must be used to that by now.

He didn't miss the smile from Aya, but he didn't bother to say anything about it. He knew Aya was smart enough to put two and two together. Smiling, he just shrugged and sighed dramatically.

"Oh, the life of a soccer star. Women just throw themselves at me. Besides, I think it's just a bite to eat and a little relaxing."

Of all people, Aya would know just how unlucky he was with relationships, but he left it unsaid.

"Just don't change the story around and make yourself the victor," Aya reminded him as he took a cloth from inside his coat to quickly clean off his blade.

"Come on, Umi."

He gave Ken one more nod...this time for good luck...before turning to walk away.

"Yeah, you make a point out of that, soccer star."

...Alright, this sort of confirmed matters a bit. So something might be in the works, if not happening already. In her heart Umi couldn't help but feel so happy, as she gave Ken her own wish for good luck: a quick hug, before following after Aya. Still, a little pang for Euphie's sake lingered with her for a moment.

Then she smiled back at her friend and waved as she walked on. "See you tomorrow or something!"

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