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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 2, 2011 23:22:46 GMT -5
Seishiro let out a startled 'oof' as Kyou was launched at him, knocking all of the breath clean out of his lungs. He'd collided with the pair, which had been was had been preventing the pair from flying into the nearest wall, judging by that throw.
"Jesus," the glittery Tora muttered in a dazed stupor. He blinked and shook his head, trying to focus. He intially wanted to make sure Kyou was okay (though obviously he'd be a little worse for wear after that), but he didn't have time to. In seconds he was being hauled to his feet by the tall, angry (and drunk, judging by his breath) man. Although Seishiro was tall, he felt like a dwarf next to this guy. He made a mental note not to mess around with the girlfriends of extremely tall people in the near future.
"I bet you thought you could fuck around with my lady and get away with it, huh?" the guy hissed menacingly. Seishiro smiled sheepishly.
"I did no such thing. I afraid that you, sir, are confused." Wrong answer. The Tora barely missed the punch that had subsequently been aimed at his face in response.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 3, 2011 22:26:58 GMT -5
Kyou got to his feet slowly, trying to manage the burning pain in his gut and only partially succeeding. The big guy seemed distracted, and the photographer took the opportunity. He wasn't thinking quite straight enough to grab some sort of a weapon, but he WAS thinking straight enough to run headlong into the huge man, shoulder first and curled up to increase the force. Hopefully it would jostle Seishy out of the guy's hold and then... then... Well he wasn't sure yet, but hopefully his glittering clanmate would have an idea of what to do.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 3, 2011 22:38:53 GMT -5
Kyou's manuever had worked. Whether that was for better or worse remained to be seen. The giant, startled by the unforeseen attack, dropped Seishiro, sending him to the ground with a loud thud. He managed to whack his head on a table on the way down, causing his vision to go blurry with colorful dots.
The Tora groaned, shaking his head as he tried to get back to his feet. Unfortunately, it was taking a bit. The angry attacker's attention was now focused enitrely on Kyou, and Seishiro was still struggling with the effort to see straight. God, what had he gotten them into?
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 6, 2011 20:58:35 GMT -5
A nervous glance was shot at Seishiro, and Kyou started to go ever to check on him. Unfortunately the big guy wasn't down and out yet and he caught hold of the photographer's shoulder and spun him around, smashing a fist across Kyou's cheek. The dark-haired man's head snapped to the side with the force of the blow before another meaty fist hurtled into his stomach for the second time that night. He tried moving with the hits to keep it from hurting too much, but they were too strong and too fast for him to do much otherwise. All Kyou could think of was 'where the fuck is the bouncer?'
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 6, 2011 21:08:00 GMT -5
Seishiro wobbled unsteadily once he got to his head, shaking his head to clear away the spots that were clouding his vision. He blinked, and looked over at the giant, who was currently trying to beat Kyou to a pulp. It took his brain a second to remember exactly what was going on in it's confused state.
Once he regained the ability to think, Seishiro noticed that the man's back was turned to him. Seizing the oppurtunity, the sparkly Tora launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around the giant's neck so that he clung to his back.
"Leave him the fuck alone!" the Tora cried, trying to use his body weight to pull the man backwards. Sadly, he was just too light to succeed.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 6, 2011 21:36:43 GMT -5
Despite the glittering young man's lack of weight, his larger and more violence-prone target seemed to feel that it was harder to breathe, though this didn't seem to dissuade him from swinging Kyou around like a ragdoll as he battled for breath.
Luckily for the two battered Toras, the bouncer had just broken up another fight on the other end of the room, and rushed over as quick as he could to break up THIS fight. "Oi! Nate!" He hollered, apparently the big guy was a regular... either that or this had happened often. The photographer was dropped, wheezing, as the man stumbled to turn and look at the bouncer warily.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 6, 2011 21:45:27 GMT -5
Seishiro was still clinging to the guy's neck when he'd turned to face the bouncer. He quickly relinquished his grip and slid to the ground, trying to catch his breath. At some point in the past few minutes he'd apparently forgotten to keep breathing.
The giant, having lost some of his earlier drive, meekly watched the bouncer walk towards them. Words were exchanged between the two, but Seishiro was more concerned with making sure Kyou was alright. It seemed as tough he'd sustained the bulk of the damage.
"Hey," the sparkly Tora murmured as the bouncer spoke with their attacker. "You okay?"
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 6, 2011 22:26:38 GMT -5
Kyou took a few shaky breathes and nodded. He actually wasn't, he hurt all over and he felt like crying, but it wasn't Seishy's fault (entirely) that it had happened. Worrying him wasn't on Kyou's to-do list. "I... I'm okay..." He managed though he wanted to gag, his mouth tasted like blood. He wasn't sure HOW he could even start to explain any of this to Ayumu, trees had never done this sort of damage to him before.
"What about you?" He asked, switching the focus off of himself. "You got knocked around too..."
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 6, 2011 22:42:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, but not as bad as you." The Tora rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, ignoring the warm, sticky feeling of blood coming from his forehead. He'd probably cut it open, on the table. It was no big deal. Hi could always look at it for him later if it was serious. Seishiro turned, watching as "Nate" was roughly escourted out of the Allure by the bouncer. As soon as he was gone, the Tora breathed a sigh of relief.
"He's gone, thank God." Seishiro's relief turned to a frown as he looked over Kyou. "You're bleeding," he obsereved, blatantly stating the obvious. The Tora got to his feet, offering a hand out to his clanmate.
"I think Fred keeps a first aid kit behind the bar..." he mused. "Though if you're feeling really shitty, the hospital isn't too far from here." Though he was kind of afraid of facing Hi's scorn being in the state he was. Although the Kuma was kind, she'd probably give him a good whack to remind him not to be so stupid.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 6, 2011 23:14:03 GMT -5
Kyou could feel some blood trickling from some scratches he had picked up from being waved around just before it had all ended and shrugged. "I'll be fine getting patched up here." Besides, it wasn't as if he had the money to actually get anything done at the hospital... he rarely had enough money for bus fare and a couple of ice creams after all the bills were paid, let alone going to the hospital.
Taking the proffered hand, Kyou hauled himself to his feet, wobbling a little. He must have hit his head or something, there was no way he could have lost enough blood to be dizzy yet. The Ookami bartender watched and nudged his Tora coworker.
"Freddy, might wanna get out tha' first aid kit." Jamie said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. It wasn't like HE could patch up the two guys, and besides, SOMEONE had to manage the drinks (something he was infinitely better-equipped to deal with).
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 6, 2011 23:25:21 GMT -5
Fred ducked under the bar and pulled out a banged-up white box, worse for wear but still recognizeable as a functioning first-aid kit. He walked out from behind the bar, rummanging through the box's contents.
"Ya know, we could've really used some help a few minutes ago while we were getting beaten to death by Hulk Hogan," Seishiro muttered bitterly. Fred didn't even look at him.
"You know I'm a pacifist," the Tora replied soflty as he pulled out some bandages and disinfectant. His clanmate sighed but knew arguing was pointless. It was true. Fred rarely got violent with anyone. The most recent incident had been years ago... that thing with Takumi...
"Whatever." Seishiro snatched up an ice pack and pressed it to his forehead. "I'll take care of myself, you focus on Kyou." Fred nodded and turned to the photographer, holding out an icepack.
"Here, you'll be needing this."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 6, 2011 23:43:53 GMT -5
"Thanks." Kyou said gratefully, taking the icepack and pressing it against his cheek. It hurt the most out of everything anyway. The photographer sat back to let the elder man take a look at the injuries. He wasn't really looking forward to that disinfectant though...
Jamie leaned over the bartop, his shift having just ended. "And I woulda jumped in an' given 'im what for, Seish, but I 'ad a job ta do." Also, he couldn't risk his gorgeous face, now could he? A scar or a black eye was fine, but a swollen eye, busted lip, and spitting blood? SO not sexy.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 6, 2011 23:51:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah," Seishiro retorted, although he was smiling now. It was hard to scowl when listening to Jamie talk. The guy was just so damn amusing. The Tora plucked a packet of disinfectant from the little white box and pressed it to the cut on his forehead, wincing. God, he hated this stuff.
Meanwhile, Fred grabbed a packet of the same stuff for Kyou. He quickly tore it open and unfolded the little white wipe hiding within.
"This is going to sting," he warned, "but you'll hurt more later if you don't use it."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Aug 7, 2011 0:11:29 GMT -5
Kyou tensed up and nodded, but couldn't help but smile. "My sister says the same thi-AH!" The last syllable morphed into a yelp as the disinfectant made contact with the wound. And there came the wanting to gag sensation again, he looked over to Jamie, who was making faces at Seishy and sitting on the bartop with his feet on a stool. "Can I have something to drink, Jamie? Please?" His mouth... it just tasted like melted pennies...
The Irishman paused in the middle of rearranging his face to shrug. "Ah, s'not like anyone'll blame me for it." He said, leaning back and snagging a bottle of water from a cooler under the bar. He passed it over to the Tora. "'Ere, take it. On the house." He was rewarded with a grateful smile before the young man downed half the bottle in one go.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Aug 8, 2011 20:55:22 GMT -5
After applying the disinfectant, Fred dug around for some bandages. Kyou was going to have more bruises than cuts, but there were still a few to patch up. He folded up some gauze into a neat pile and stuck it in place with some medical tape. Seishiro, meanwhile, was doing the same to his forehead.
"I think you'll have to worry about bruises more than anything else," the Tora observed. "Do you feel like anything might be broken?"
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