ushishishi | IC CONTACT FOR overjoy

It will because I'm a genius prince~

[The following is repeated in seven different languages, three of which are Japanese, Italian and English.]

You couldn't even begin to match a prince's level. Can you even understand these?

[Gosh, he's treating him as if he actually bothered to go to high school!!]

............................So you know a lot of those, so what!! I can read the Japanese and the English too!

And that one's Italian. [Can't read it though, nope.]

How's that gonna help you find me anyway??

[He's starting to think that he hasn't... well to be fair neither has he, but royal tutors and what not yada yada]

Just showing the prince's genius. shishishi you can't read them all, can you. I'm surprised you can read at~ all~

It's useful to ask people with, mm?

Edited 2012-09-20 04:36 (UTC)

[SO CLOSE IN EDUCATION... yet so far.

But nope, he has no idea what some of those even are.]

BOO, just because I don't know a lot of languages doesn't mean I can't read! You must be a real lazy prince if you have time to learn all of these!

Who are you gonna ask like that HERE??

Didn't have to take any time at all. They were easy.

People who speak them, of course. But I won't need to, because I'm gonna find you now~

[GUESS WHO JUST LEFT THE HOUSE]

That's what you SAY! But it was probably real hard for you, right? Right?? That's loads of different languages!

Haven't you noticed we can all understand each other?? You don't need to do that anyway!

[OH BOY, good thing he took the time to memorize the city's layout...!]

Not~

At~

All~

shishishi I won't let you hear anything at all.

I don't~ believe you~

It's a big city, you know. Do you even know where to start?

[But he's not done yet, oh no!]

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What languages were those anyway???

Can't spoil that, wouldn't be as fun~

shishishi you'll just have to learn them. You said it would be easy, you know?

[~~For my totally headcanoned and possibly false record, they were japanese, italian, english, french, russian, chinese and spanish.]~~

Boooo, you didn't even listen to me! You just don't wanna tell me!! >:(

I'm not gonna learn them anyway. I've got better things I've gotta do. I can't waste time doing what stupid princes do!

[~~NEVER RECOGNIZING THOSE, NOPE.~~]

Edited 2012-09-20 05:58 (UTC)

I don't |D

It's because your dumb brain can't shishishi What pathetic denial.

[LOOKING AROUND FOOD STORES...]

I'm not STUPID like you, you know! I don't need to know all of those to be smart!

[HIDING OUT SOMEWHERE HIGH UP... WAITING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF A BLOND MOP AND TIARA... MIGHT ALSO HAVE HIS CAMERA IN TOW...]

You're one of the dumbest I've met ♪

[STROLLING AROUND TOWN, TAKING HIS SWEET TIME TO LEAVE A CERTAIN OTHER BLOND WAITING...]

You're wrong~ ♥ I'm real good at other things, you see.

[WAITING... AND WAITING... GLANCING DOWN AT THE STREET BELOW EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. WHERE IS THAT STUPID BLOND...]

The only thing you're good for is points and cutting up ♥

[S L O W L Y walking jussssst in case he's going to spring a trap...]

We'll see about THAT~ ♥

Are you still gonna say that when you lose all your points?

[LOOKING AND LOOKING...

IS THAT A BLOND MOP THERE? He carefully inches closer to the edge of this VERY TALL PLACE (probably a roof) he's somehow managed to get up on, trying to get a closer look.]

[ooc; He can try to get the jump on Bel or Bel can spot him, or whatever you're okay with!]

That won't happen.

[He stops suddenly, frowning and looking about the place. He senses someone nearby, his ears tuned to any sounds nearby, but so far he can't see anyone.]

[Nevertheless, his guard is clearly up.]

[ooc: He'll spot him at the last second :vb]

Don't be so overconfident. Sure it will. ♥

[So it is him. For once, he hesitates before moving, waiting for just the right moment. It's not something he's just about to admit to anyone, but the last defeat still stings, and most definitely not just because of the still-healing cuts on his face.

It's a bit of a familiar feeling, really, the sting of humiliation, though the one who caused it isn't. Rin still can't say with any kind of certainty whether he's angrier or not at the fact that it wasn't Shiki who so humiliated him this time.

Nothing to it then. He takes one quick picture, if only for posterity's sake, before quickly putting the camera away again...

...AND HE POUNCES.

Or attempts to.]

[ooc; Perfect! |D]

[Bel knew there was someone there. He felt it, and should've known it was the guy who he was talking to, looking for, and probably being seeked out for.]

[This realization only came when he turned around at the last second to see a mass of blond and red clothing flying toward him. He almost was able to chuck the knives in his hand at him, but luck was not at his side. In stepping back to throw them, he stumbled over a rock, and down he went to Rin's tackle.]

[Score.

It wasn't as neat as he'd have liked, not with Bel noticing him, probably almost getting an attack in, and only coincidentally managing to stumble, but it got the job done. And he wasn't about to complain about that.

He didn't bother with any weapons for the moment, even having spotted that blond mop of hair's own knives. Time was of the essence here, and he'd definitely gotten in enough weapon-less practice during Bl@ster.

Rin aimed a punch at Bel, more speed behind it than strength, hoping to keep the element of surprise on his side.]

[He was a trained assassin, the highest quality in the world, and yet his specialty wasn't close combat. Ranged attacks were his best, he left the close punches to Lussuria, or Squalo.]

[Still, that didn't mean without his knives he was absolutely useless, far from it. He was still in control, no blood had spilled. It only took a fraction of a second into Rin's punch for Bel's assassin instincts to kick in, and kick in fast did they.]

[The punch hit him in the cheek, but Bel waited until just the moment when Rin was the most unbalanced from the punch to kick up his knees to Rin's stomach, rapidly bucking out his legs in an attempt to flip the other boy over.]

[Your back hits the ground and you're out, you're as good as dead. Or worse. That had been one of the fundamental rules in Igura, one Rin had practically drilled into his head. Even then, in the middle of an entirely different kind of fight in an entirely different city, his first instinct was to keep that from happening, to at least land on his stomach, if nothing else.

The knees to his stomach kept him from achieving that though, as all the air rushed out of his lungs, leaving him unable to so much as gasp.

He hit the ground hard, his mind going entirely blank for one panicked moment, until he remembered he wasn't in Toshima anymore, he was still in the game. And he had one idiot prince to try to pummel into the ground.

Rin kicked out blindly at Bel, attempting to use that momentum to keep moving and get himself back on his feet.]

[It was seconds into the fight and already Bel's mind was racing into assassination mode. Rin, for all his annoying mannerisms, was a potential threat, especially considering the fact that he had knives on him as well. Keeping this close range could risk Bel getting cut, and even the prince knew that losing it and bleeding would not be advantageous.]

[So as Rin landed on his back, Bel himself rolled over to put just enough space between them when Rin was taking the moment to panic. A deep breath and a knife slid into his hand. His plan, unlike Rin's expectations, was not to jump onto the other boy when he was down. Doing so would induce the risk of getting stabbed himself.]

[Instead, he lay still, perfectly still in the moment before Rin's legs kicked out and he grinned wide.]

[Just as he had planned.]

[In a flash, in time with Rin's blind kicks, he slashed at the underside of the leg, aiming for the back of the knee and down to the ankle, where valuable, venerable tendons were. Crippled legs meant a slow opponent, after all, and an even larger disadvantage for him when Bel kept the fight long distance.]

[But that was one leg, and the other was still viable. In the moment afterward, once again he rolled over to keep distance until he was able to rise up on his own knees, grinning and giggling all the more.]

[A choked, wordless yell escaped him, the sting of a knife's blade piercing him when he'd least expected it. He lost his momentum, crashing to the floor again on his side.

Rin took in a shaky breath, using even shakier arms to push himself up again, to keep himself in the fight. He was keeping count: every single injury the prince gave him, every single time that knife cut into his skin. He was determined not to forget a single one, to repay them all double. Pesca Corsica might have been no more, but he'd be damned if he let that part of their creed go forgotten, if he let some idiot out of nowhere get the best of him twice.

So much for not having to take out his own knives. With his left leg cut up, he couldn't possibly rely on just hand to hand, not with the speed he'd have in that state. But he could, however, still move. He'd be nowhere near the top of his game now, but that hardly meant giving up.

With his right hand, he reached inside his waist bag for his weapons, while he set his left on the ground and used it to unsteadily prop himself up on his right knee. If he could just... drag his left leg enough to get back to a standing position...

As he kept moving toward dragging himself back into a standing positon, he was tempted to at least throw one of his knives then, to get a shot in like he'd failed to do last time, but thought better of it. He had only the two stilettos and the fight was just beginning, unlike his desperate position the last time. He couldn't afford to be left with only one for the rest of the fight, knew it would have been downright stupid.]

Edited (what are typos) 2012-09-23 07:59 (UTC)

[A few more seconds, counter by Bel's rapidly accelerating heartbeat, passed by and he knew what sort of fight this was going to be, what he was going to make it. That thought crossed his mind over and over as he stood up on two feet, laughing at Rin's attempts to prop himself back up.]

[Yet, he didn't attack, nor even make a motion to approach him. His own arrogance told him he didn't even need to.]

That's what you get for attacking a prince.

[Watching him, watching the blood flow from that cut made Bel just want to keep this going, to keep this wonderful sight in his eyes for as long as possible. He would drag this out, cut him down slowly and carefully, and watch him succumb to his wounds like a hyena to their dying prey.]

[Or maybe like a cat playing with a mouse. Bel was never one to just watch, certainly.]

[So Bel stood there, snickering at the other boy's struggles and simply waited for him to stand up just enough for him to strike down Rin's hopes once more.]

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