Paper Plates and Change [Mango]

[Yoshida Ikki]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;]Paper plates lined the tables and counters with scraps of leftover food filling their insides. Nothing tasted the same to the boy who sat at the table alone, picking at his nearly burnt eggs with a plastic fork. Eyes glazed over, he stared at his breakfast with his faced that always seemed to look annoyed. He was annoyed. Even after all this time and he still couldn’t cook a decent egg. He thought by now he could at least cook something other than ramen. Sure a sandwich every once in a while sufficed, but after a while the taste seemed to go away. He finally gave up, pushing his plate forward and rising from his seat. He grabbed his keys from the table and walked out the door, locking the house up before he left. Everything felt the same, though in his heart he knew everything had changed...since that day. The day still felt as though they dragged on forever. With the absence of a team he felt alone, but in a way that is what he wanted. He was not the type to go all out in social settings, but he admitted that someone, anyone, to talk to would be a blessing. Ikki wished he could prove to himself that everything was the same, that he still had his sister and his mother and father. He looked up from his usual glazed-over stare at the ground and paid attention to the trees. They were the same as ever, standing tall in their rooted places. Their fertility in the village had never faltered, and he imagined them being there for the rest of his life. He huffed as he remembered the seasons that had gone by since that day. In a since, it had changed. Time kept going but for Ikki the past was the present, and that is where he was living. The breeze felt the same, picking up and then slowing down only to pick itself back up again and blow the fallen leaves. They danced together as they always had, the same reassuring motion that time was still. It was conflicting in a sense. Ikki could not move on after all of these years. After all, how could he? His family...gone...his promise of a future with them...gone. Angered heated his face, turning him read as he stared back at the ground. The ground was his safe spot. He didn’t have to look in anyone’s eyes. If he looked into someone’s eyes he feared that they would see the pain that boiled inside of him, ready to explode in the face of anyone who dared threaten him. He would lash sooner or later, and even he feared for that. He felt like screaming, but what good would it do...really? Everyone would look at him as though he had gone mad. Ikki didn’t want that, not at all. He wanted to be left alone, but at the same time wanted someone to understand. No one knew him. Even if they did know me...they wouldn’t understand.... Those were the words he repeated every day of his life. That was never-changing too. [/style]

[Mango]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j467/jman10k/BAMBOOO.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #260b06; border-bottom: 5px solid #260b06; padding: 10px; opacity: .98][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;] Groceries groceries groceries groceries groceries groceries groceries groceries fucking groceries. Mango was never one to be forced out of the house to do anything that didn't involve his life as a shinobi, so he wasn't quite used to the idea of heading out on his own to pick up dinner for the family. They could do it, couldn't they? or was this the boy's new form of 'earning his keep' in the house? Cleaning up after the cat wasn't enough apparently. Ugh. The boy shook his head of the negative thoughts. He never did well with anger, anyway. Mango was trudging along the streets of Shipugakure. The village was as busy as ever, people pushing past one another to get somewhere in no way faster than they could have not being physically rude. Shouting and kids chasing one another between your feet. The usual city hustle and bustle. The Genin was gifted with the wonderful chore of picking up everything the family would need to make dinner that night, drawn away from his studies and chakra training to do so. Maybe it was just the fact he was taken from his hobby to do a tedious chore that irked him, but getting groceries seemed a great deal more irritating than usual. In his frustration, the boy managed to ignore what every sensory organ was screaming at him and walked right into the side of a passing boy, his white hair the first and last thing he saw before he would have stumbled over the stranger's feet, dropping his bags and landing face first onto the flat ground. "I-Itatata~...." he would mumble, drawing himself slowly to his knees. NOTES [/style]

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[Yoshida Ikki]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;] Ikki felt a thud against his chest and the crash of paper bags and items rolling around at the boy’s feet. The impact wasn’t much and he kept himself from falling over. He watched something roll towards his leg and picked it up. It was a can of some sort, but he didn’t care to look at the contents. His light blue eyes rose slightly and he met the face of a familiar person about his age. For a moment he thought of who it could be, the face he knew but the name stuck in the back of his mind, lingering until he happened to find the right place where it was hiding. He gave a slight smirk to one side of his face before throwing the can up and catching it. ”Oh, it’s only you, Mango” He emphasized the boy’s name. Ikki has always found the boy’s name to be strange even if it did describe his bright hair that was a trait of the Uzumaki clan. The boy didn’t care what clan he was from, the genetics of the whole bunch was...loud and obnoxious. He lost his smirk and started picking up the contents of the bags. It didn’t matter how he felt about the boy, it was his fault for not looking where he was going. Ikki was always running into people when he was on walks. Running into Mango was no different than if he had run into the Gufukage. Granted the two of them never did seem to get along all that great. Rivals but at the same time they were friends. It was a bitter sweet bond that Ikki had mixed feelings about. Sure, Mango was a good guy but his temper kept a lot of people back. The truth was that Ikki wished he could yell or throw a fit...something...he just didn’t have the nerve to look like a total idiot in front of other people. He was weird that way, he guessed. Taser offered his hand to his peer, his face back to its old self, holding a gaze of annoyance despite the fact that he wasn’t all that annoyed. ”You should watch where you’re going.” Ikki blamed the boy knowing that it was entirely his own fault. [/style]

[Mango]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j467/jman10k/BAMBOOO.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #260b06; border-bottom: 5px solid #260b06; padding: 10px; opacity: .98][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;] Oh god, that voice. Mango peeled his bruised face from the ground to see the world's most obnoxious smirk on the face of the world's most obnoxious white-haired Genin. Of all people he could have run into on such an aggravating day, why did it have to be him. "Blind, albino Ikki", he growled, taking the boy's hand as he stood. Mango had never really been a big fan of this guy; the two's personalities always seemed to clash. Those who knew of their relationship often called the two rivals, but it was a bit more complicated than that. More like friendly enemies, to avoid using that god-awful term for such a relationship. It seemed he was at least kind enough to help pick up some of his groceries as Mango recovered, though the boy left the bag of goods on the ground. Instead, his rival's words had gotten the best of him, Mango glaring at the boy with fiery eyes. "At least I have an excuse, ne! Are you blind, slow, or do you just like tripping people?!" With a huff, the boy quickly calmed down, though his demeanor still remained roughly the same. NOTES [/style]

[Yoshida Ikki]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;]Albino? That was the one word that ticked Ikki and the kid who he happened to hate the most had just called him blind and albino. Granted the boy did have white hair but he was certainly not albino. There was a misconception on the topic. With albinos red around the eyes was frequent and as far as the kid knew he had none. Ikki crossed his arms over his chest and gave the fiery haired boy an angry stare still topped with annoyance. He was now truly annoyed by the presence of the hot-headed fool. Still the boy let Taser help him to his feet. ”No, I was just never taught to share my side of the walk way or to play nicely with others.” Sarcasm clearly colored his tone with a slight bit of frustration on the topic. He wasn’t taught a lot of things, clearly, because of his lack of authority. Ikki did as he pleased in his house without an adult around. He turned out fine...he guessed. ”You could have stood up on your own, and, yet, you let me help you.” Ikki smirked again cocking his head to the side a bit and lifting it up proudly thought he had no clue what there was to be proud about. He's a weakling...why waste my time? Ikki shifted his weight on his legs and dropped his hands to his side letting one slip into the pocket of his shorts. ”I think we got on the wrong foot for such a long time no see, yea? Let’s have a nice spar some time?” He laughed silently to himself. With Taser’s new abilities, Mango wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. ”Or do you have to go home to mommy?” [/style]

[Mango]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j467/jman10k/BAMBOOO.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #260b06; border-bottom: 5px solid #260b06; padding: 10px; opacity: .98][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;] Mango grit his teeth at Ikki's words. Undeserved arrogance, it was. The worst kind. The kind that made you want to slug the other person. He stayed silent as the other boy spoke. At the end, it seemed that he didn't want the tow to be at eachother's throats very much. His words had an effect on the boy, calming him slightly. The idea of a spar seemed fun; the two could actually fight and see which one was the top Genin, and give reasoning to be cocky. His final words drove burning nails into the boy's skull. Run home to mommy? Really?! After just saying they got off on the wrong foot, he follows it up with an insult? The worst kind of arrogance! "At least I have a mom!" The words echoed throughout his head, begging to spring from his mouth and attack Ikki. However, Mango already knew. he knew that would be too far...way too far to say to someone like Ikki. He would have been the worst kind. Instead, Mango smiled, drawing a thumb towards his head. "Uzumaki aren't allowed to come crying to someone else. We stand our ground until we lose our legs. I'm not the strongest of us..." He reached down, picking up the newly fixed bag of groceries with a free arm. "But I'm the most tenacious one of the lot. Don't forget that, Ikki-san, ne. Now what about this sparing plan? Let's make that happen." NOTES [/style]

[Yoshida Ikki]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;] Ikki was slightly surprised at the other boy’s response. For one it wasn’t like the white-haired boy to offer up a fight. It was true that Ikki didn’t even like to fight. What had gotten into him? He wanted to back down, forget that this had ever even happened, but he knew he couldn’t do that. Mango was reared up and ready for a fight, he could tell just by looking at the red-haired boy. What had he gotten himself into? Ikki crossed his arms again and leaned forward to intimidate Mango. Meet me at the open training field at midday. Taser demanded in a slightly angry gesture on his face. ”Don’t be late.” He started to walk past Mango and then he bumped him on the shoulder for good measure. It was a hard hit, one hard enough to show that he was no longer playing around. The sun was high in the sky resting just over Ikki’s head. He had been resting on the top of the roof of the apartment building he lived in. It was time. He brought a bottle of water up to his lips and took a big gulp. He took his right hand and felt around in his item bag to make sure everything that he needed was there. With a nod of confirmation he leaped off the building and headed for the open training grounds where he was to meet Mango. The field was empty luckily. There was plenty of room for the spar which promised that it would be a good one at that. Ikki leaned against the nearest tree, leaned his head back and closed his eyes while he concentrated. He couldn’t lose this spar, there was no way he could lose. He had jutsu that had never been seen before. He was the only one who knew it. He created it. Mango... he said to himself with a huff. [/style]

[Mango]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j467/jman10k/BAMBOOO.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #260b06; border-bottom: 5px solid #260b06; padding: 10px; opacity: .98][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;] Mango nodded toward Ikki with a grunt. Midday it was, then. That gave the boy a few hours to prepare himself. He returned Ikki's light dap to the shoulder, before turning heel and heading back home. Just a few hours. ____________________ It was time! It was time to kick that guy's sorry ass! Mango was too excited to even eat lunch that day. He just wanted to- Grrrrgh~ He probably should have eaten something, actually. The boy hadn't had a thing since breakfast. Well, whatever. He'll reward himself afterwards. Mango arrived on the scene of the training grounds, his eyes darting around to find his opponent. It didn't take long to spot the white-haired boy leaning against a tree. He approached Ikki until he was roughly ten meters away. "Good to see you made it, Ikki-san!" he shouted. He couldn't act as cocky as he felt, or he may just very well lose. Ikki was an experienced Genin, and had a year's worth of living before Mango. Age definitely can add to one's skill, despite the trend in child geniuses. The boy stanced himself, lowering his body slightly, a hand brought towards his shinobi pouch. "You ready?" NOTES [/style]

[Yoshida Ikki]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;] Ikki could see the boy coming his way, slow but on time. He smirked and pushed off of the tree and walked calmly to the center of the open training field. He huffed loud enough for the red-headed boy to hear. ”Of course I made it hot-air head.” Ikki then lowered into his stance which was surprisingly different than most people’s stance. His was loose and fitting, similar to the Suiken style of fighting. Of course Ikki was not drunk, but the looser he was in battle, the more speed he could take and the easier it was to dodge and strike. A thick, deep stance did not good for the boy. His style of fighting, unique to himself, was his greatest weapon. He knew that Mango knew nothing of his Charge and Two-Finger Shock jutsu, but he would soon learn that some people are better left alone. ”I’ve been ready for hours.” Ikki brought his arms up and crossed them over his chest. A light blue aura could be seen around his pointer and middle fingers. 1 He began to take a step almost as if he were simply walking, but just before his foot hit the ground, he jabbed his foot into the ground and sped towards Mango. 2 His speed was increased with his technique and doubled with his weights training. Just before reaching the red-haired boy, he spoke ”This is why they call me Taser”. He brought his right hand forward and aimed for Mango’s arm. 1 - Charge 2 - Speed Step

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[Mango]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j467/jman10k/BAMBOOO.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #260b06; border-bottom: 5px solid #260b06; padding: 10px; opacity: .98][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;] Arrogant as always. Ikki had brought himself into a stance before acting. There seemed to be a blue glow coming from his fingers as he did so. A technique, no doubt. Mango had to be ready. The hand in his pouch gripped a flash bomb. However, just as it seemed Ikki was starting to walk towards him, strangely enough, he quickly became a white blur. He had only enough time to wrench his hand from his pouch in front of himself to block whatever was coming. What he felt against his arm wasn't a strike, however. It was more so of a finger jab, if anything. Ikki's fingershad been firmly placed against the length of Mango's arm, and a sensation began to spread throughout it. It felt as painful as it was invigorating; electricity. The boy was electrocuting Mango. He really was living up to his name. Over the next couple of moments, he began to feel his arm convulse from the energy passing into it, Numbness was making itself known in his muscles; Mango had to act now. He would wrench his electrocuted arm away by swiftly rotating his shoulders, while simultaneously using the shifting force to deliver a strike with his other arm. Fingers were flattened and pointed like a nukite, aiming to jam their tips into his upper right shoulder. Were the strike to connect, he would just a split second after fold the fingers, slamming his fist into the same spot. Despite not being a major in Taijutsu, he did know some impressive moves. Were the boy to be hit by this, not only would there be great pain in his shoulder, but the strike would increase the distance between the two by a few yards were he to not have any means of halting himself. USED: Nomihamna [Chisel and Hammer] [/style]

[Yoshida Ikki]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;] Ikki smiled as he felt contact from his attack on Mango’s arm. It was obvious that the red-haired boy now knew a little something about his technique. However, what the boy didn’t know was that Taser had a stronger, more powerful blow that looked strikingly similar to the normal Charge blow. With his left hand Ikki then started to reach out to Mango’s upper right quadrant of his stomach. As soon as he began to make his move he noticed Mango making his own. With his left hand free Ikki brought it up for an upper block, knocking Mango’s blow out of the way and to the side. He jumped back because he did not know the intentions of that attack. It was similar his own in a way, using only the fingers to make contact. What are you planning... Ikki wondered. Ikki took another step using his Speed Step 1and approached Mango another time. It was obvious of where the boy was because his footsteps hit so hard on the ground that the dirt would be dented where he stepped. It wouldn’t take long for Mango to figure this out so he could track his whereabouts more easily. He crouched down and kicked upward with his heal in an attempt to hit Mango in the chin. 2 If this should hit, it would send the boy flying upward and Ikki would then follow by jumping up hard to meet him, kick him in the chest, and send him crashing back down. However, the boy half expected Mango to fall for his speed again. He now knew that speed was a great asset to Taser and he would be ready for the next time. However...if this hit missed Ikki would be an easy target. He would be right up and personally and the low balance of this technique was hard to get out of. Ikki would need time to fall back if the plan should fail, but he probably would have time to take a step. He hoped this would work. 1 - Speed Step 2 - Flying Round House [/style]

[Mango]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j467/jman10k/BAMBOOO.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #260b06; border-bottom: 5px solid #260b06; padding: 10px; opacity: .98][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;] Well, it looked like it had worked. The results weren't as polished as he had hoped, but he managed to gain the distance he desired. His strike had met the air, as Ikki managed to divert it. He was showing signs of being quite the Taijutsu expert, the boy was. Mango's mind was already racing, fitting pieces into the puzzle that was his opponent. Fast. Strong. Used Raiton. Has at least some hand to hand expertise. Solution? Range. Just as Ikki had found his ground away from Mango, the red-haired Genin was prepared. The hand he had attempted to strike the boy with quickly snapped its fingers, chakra imbued in the digits. The chakra seemed to encase and intensify the sound of the snap, keeping it from escaping into either of the two's ears. A silent snap, so to speak. The contained sound was directed into the chest of his opponent at frightening speed, their mid-range distance allowing the technique to reach its target in just a split second. An explosive force of sound would erupt just in front of his opponent's chest as he would begin his approach towards Mango, catching Ikki right in the epicenter of the blast. It wasn't an explosion of heat like that of a kibaku fuda, but of condensed sound waves. The force was typically enough to tear stone structures to tiny pieces when close, and seeing as Ikki would be right next to the blast point, his entire body was sure to be rocked. Inside and out. Ikki was fast, but sound was definitely faster. Not only would the explosion send his opponent quite a ways away from where he once stood, possibly into the tree, but his eardrums would be rocked by the sound waves, limiting his hearing to a dull ring for a short while. "Ne! Don't you be underestimating me, Ikki", he would say with laugh, his electrocuted arm still buzzing with numbness. USED: Sokupachi [Sonic Snap] [/style]