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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.]

It's not over yet, you stupid prince!

[He wasn't as reckless as the prince might have thought. He knew it was bad, he knew how dangerous it was to practically start off a fight so injured. But all he needed to think about, all he needed to picture was his old friends, not as he'd last seen them (no, that still made his stomach turn, made him fly into a blind rage), but what they'd say if they knew he was getting his ass handed to him twice by the same guy. If they found out Pesca Corsica's leader was giving up because of some stupid injury.

It just wasn't going to happen.

Rin managed to get back on his feet, albeit shakily, and to cross his knives in front of him, keeping a wary eye on Bel. Staying still had been his downfall the last time. It'd hurt like hell, and there was no way he'd be able to move as agilely as usual, but he absolutely could not stay still this time around. He'd have to find a way to keep on the move.

He forced his lips to curve into a smile, though it didn't even come close to reaching his eyes.]

We're... [He took a breath to steady himself. All right, this was it. He doubted he'd get another chance to prepare himself.] We're just getting started.

[Adjusting his grip on one stiletto, he took a step forward, poised to strike.]

[There was no return of the intention to strike, nor even an ounce of recognition of Rin's words from Bel. Both his eyes were on Rin's leg, his posture and his shaky positioning, calculating in that top-class mind of his exactly how long he could sustain fighting with that injury alone. More were to come, of course, but a corpse made with just a few cuts was more impressive than one with haphazard marks in Bel's mind.]

[But, at the same time, that knife did pose a threat of making Bel bleed, and the prince couldn't let himself lose it just yet. He was top quality and this was a street fight- not worthy of his true genius at all. Plus, the game had just started as well. No use in ending it now.]

[He was still softly giggling as Rin prepared to strike at him, the still bloodied knife gripped firmly in his hand. Two more joined it from his sleeve, already attached with wires.]

Oh? Ushishishi~! Show me how well you can lose, then.

[With a flick of his wrist, those two knives went flying at the other boy, not allowing him any time to rest and almost in an attempt to make Rin take that strike at Bel.]

[The bloody knife stayed in his fingers. Bel decided he'd use that one to kill him off when this all ended.]

[Again with the throwing knives. Rin couldn't exactly tell if these particular knives had the same razor wire from before, but even out here in the open, he wasn't taking any chances. Especially not when he was already injured.

His best bet was to put a quick end to the fight, no matter what it took, no matter how hard he had to push himself. He could go to ground and lick his wounds after it was over.

No more time to think about it.]

Not... gonna lose!

[He sprang forward, nowhere near as quickly as he would have liked, leading to him finding out the hard way whether those knives had razor wire of their own. At least, those new cuts seemed to point to razor wire anyway.

He stumbled when they bit into his skin, but soon recovered, kept moving by more by force of will than anything else. He'd just have to deal with whatever other knives Bel threw at him on the way.

For the moment though, his right knife's target was Bel's chest. The bastard was too tall to try to get on the neck, not this early.]

[Bel's arrogance kept him from leaping forward immediately to finish this as quickly as possible. Instead, as the knives cut Rin the prince grinned at him, laughing and giggling as his movements became slower. The blood was already flowing, Bel's heart was beating faster and he poised himself to jump when the other did. Let the peasant come to the prince for his death. In Bel's mind, he wasn't even worth the effort of stepping forward.]

We'll see about that.

[The grin on Bel's face only widened when Rin lunged at him. It was a smile of plans going exactly how he wanted: a self satisfied, dangerous smirk. His rapidly working brain knew exactly where the knife was headed the moment Rin's arms and eyes focused in on his chest.]

[Bel was always one to show off, and the satisfaction from doing so only increased when it was to one who didn't truly appreciate the talents the prince believed he had.]

[He let Rin come within striking range of him, keeping his hands deceptively down and the knives loosely held. But when the Rin's knife was just about to hit Bel's chest and spill that royal blood, the prince sidestepped him in a motion that was too quick to be anything but experienced. At the same time, the knife dangling from his hand was slashed at the Rin's side in a diagonal motion when Bel passed him by, that smile never leaving his face.]

[Rin gasped as the knife bit into his skin, the slash to his side completely throwing him off. By the time he managed to get himself together again, he'd already missed his mark by a long shot, his own knives having fallen back down to a more defensive stance.

Bad. This was bad. He could power through the pain and keep fighting despite his injuries, but too many would get him in big trouble. And if Bel kept somehow avoiding his attacks, getting the best of him, he had no doubt it'd eventually lead to it. And the knowledge had his temper fraying.

Rin didn't really get angry often, not unless it was Shiki. He'd yell and pout and stomp his foot till he got his way, then quickly forget about it. It wasn't like he cared that much, not really. But fighting Bel? Not even he was that good of an actor. And it reminded him far too much of losing over and over to his brother.]

Ugh, you fucking bastard. Stop running away from me!

[His reflexes were nowhere near as good as they usually were, but he kept moving, spinning on his heel to follow Bel and try another attack, this time to his own side.]

Ushishishishishi! Lan~guage~!

[Of course it's entirely mocking- Bel's foul mouth flew much sooner and with less anger than Rin, but Bel was never one to point out his own hypocrisy.]

[But this little exchange had allowed for enough of Bel's guard to be let down so much that he didn't dodge Rin's attack entirely. It sliced through his shirt, but Bel had stepped away just in time for the weapon to only leave a thin line down his side instead of the gash it had intended.]

[As he jumped away from Rin once more, he couldn't help but release more and more maniac giggles, knowing that just the tiniest bit of his blood was exposed to the air. It wasn't enough for him to lose it and revert to ripping prince mode, but enough for his heart to beat faster in excitement.]

[But even Bel knew there was a time and place for everything, and a mere street fight was not the time nor place to let it all lose. Rin was already damaged enough to die eventually with no help. Slaughtering him instantly would be just too easy, the prince thought.]

Then come try to get me.

[Seeing him stumble and struggle through his wounds was satisfying enough to keep the want for blood-induced euphoria at bay for the time being.]

[Rin grit his teeth, refusing to say anything to that admonishment, of all things. He was getting just angry enough to not really care, to almost throw all caution to the wind.

At least he'd finally, finally, gotten a hit in. It was hardly anything, barely a scratch, but he felt a surge of triumph at it nonetheless. If he could just manage to keep it up, the fight could end better than he'd hoped-- and hopefully with no more serious injuries on his part.

He huffed out a breath and glared up at Bel, his shoulders heaving from the exertion.]

Just wait and see!

[Another moment and he rushed forward again, following Bel and aiming for his front this time.]

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