Holiday Misgivings (Open)

LE SIGH.

If fate would so have it, then. Why? Oh why? Couldn't he just have a fight-free, stress-free day? Just one. Was that too hard to ask? Eh. He wasn't complaining too much though. The truth was that he glorified the fight just as much as the scumbags that dwelled in it the most. The difference was that he knew what he was fighting for. An addiction to combat was more glorious than an addiction to a drug, or alcohol. That was the truth. The dark haired, glasses sporting Ty Hattori had been away from the battle with fate for a long time now. He'd been idle. In a trance, per say. He'd been waiting. Watching. Biding his time, preparing his mental for the tedious and strenuous series of skirmishes that were to come. This game of thrones could be incredibly tiring. But the unfortunate thing about it was that it never seemed to end. The worms always seemed to unearth themselves and attack whatever they could. The eldest Hattori found himself strolling through the courtyard hands in their usual place: his pockets to avoid the piercing cold air. He had been awaiting for his next class to start. He rarely went to class as the rest of the student body, but as of late it seemed quietest place to think. Even the rooftop seemed to have been overrun by vermin as of late. A pity. It used to be his favorite spot. He was stopped by an obnoxious, bellowing voice claiming the atmosphere.

"Ty Hattori! Remember me, you piece of shit!?"

A beat.

The Devil's hazel hues flicked over to the origin of the voice, a rather rough looking worm that he vaguely remembered.

"No."

Ty was short, to the point, blunt, but most of all, incredibly cold and dry. His face bearing its usual icy, uninterested expression. The boy didn't like his response to say the least. Who knew a single word could set a person off? Perhaps he'd been antagonized by the Blue Devil in the past? It wasn't impossible. After a while the faces of the scumbags begin to mesh together. Fucking idiots. He was a towering and rather large figure that was probably only intimidating to an elderly lady. His posture was clumsy, his bellowing charge was even clumsier. A rather annoyed sigh escaped Ty's lips. He genuinely did not know what he did this time. But nonetheless. If Fate wanted to fight, Ty would beat it into submission. As the boy charged forward, inching closer and closer, Ty could only watch, maintaining his cold demeanor. His face unfaltering.

CRACK.

His hands remaining in his pockets, the Hattori boy lifted a leg and shot it forward into the boy's rib cage, sending him flying backwards into a bench behind him. The bench had been occupied by a familiar snowy white haired girl. The charging worm had the wind knocked out of him, now sitting straight up on the opposite end of the bench of the white haired girl. The Devil slid a hand out of his pocket, slowly moving it towards his face to readjust his black frames, simultaneously approaching the bench. The hazel irises flicked over to the familiar face of the white haired girl he could vaguely remember, and decided to take a load off, sitting in between his aggressor and the girl who'd been indulging in a lollipop. Without a word the boy slid a cigarette from his other pocket and eyed it for a beat. The hazel hues hidden behind the specs slowly swam over to the lollipop girl next to him before he slightly held the cigarette in her direction. He'd offer up fair trade.

"Trade you?"

He was of course referring to her lollipop. He could definitely go for something sweet at the moment. Why not? His gaze was cold and serious, locking easily onto her eyes, almost as if he were attempting to peer into her soul. Only the sound of the boy gasping for air danced in the atmosphere between them. Sorry, but not sorry. Honestly, she looked like she could use a cig anyway. Or a drink. Or a fucking hug, or something. Perhaps that was what all of the students in this school needed. A hug. Or a fist.

Oh fate, what a cruel adversary you were.

HEMERA. KAITARO.


The dark haired Hattori enjoyed the lollipop. Sour apple. You couldn't really beat it in all honesty. And naturally he felt as though he'd still need a cigarette afterwards. Considering that, the gentlemen groaning in pain, well, his gang of vermin had been watching the entire thing from across the courtyard. The lot of them shifted nervously, watching their leader be taken out. But the humiliation was completely unbearable and unacceptable. After all, all of this happened in front of a large amount of the student body. If they allowed this to go unpunished without even attempting to make a move, what would the rest of their peers think on the subject of their reputation? Who'd take a pack of kittens posing in wolf's clothing seriously? So, fate would have them fight undoubtedly. What the hell. It's not like he hated it in particular. What was stepping on a few more mice to him? They don't really belong in the house in the first place. They should be scurrying along in a field off in the distant horizon. The sourly sweet piece of candy flicked to and from in his mouth. Shifting from one wall to the next. His gums slightly numbing from the sour mesh. Those hazel pupils stared viciously from behind his specs at the huddled gang on the opposite end of the space, wondering when they'd make their march in this direction. The white haired girl and the boy seemed oblivious to their existence at the moment. After all, they were nothing but a pack of irrelevant assholes. 

"For me to enjoy this, I need a light, don't I? And poor me, I just don't have one right now."

Oh. Right. That's fair. He'd completely forgotten, honestly. His eyes flicked upward at the girl, first fixing upon her snowy white hair, and then on the softness her pretty little face. She was soft. Inviting. Warm. A sharp contrast to Ty's ice cold demeanor. Yet he could sense something more radical about her. Devious and sadistic even? But the Devil simply could not put his finger on it. He was stumped on this one. It wasn't as though she came off untrustworthy by any means, but her soul was much more rebellious than first impressions could imply. She confirmed this as she removed the boy in pain from the bench, causing him to collide with the grass below them. Ty watched the show, intrigued as the girl kicked the boy onto his back and proceeded pressing her foot down hard onto the boy's chest. The kid emitted a new whimpering sound. There. There was that hint of sadistic. A bit of overkill, don't you think? The kid was already out of commission. And yet she pressed on. Hell, he couldn't talk one  bit. Though she continued to pique his interest, slightly. But yeah. Ty vaguely remembered the kid, as previously stated. It was back when he'd just got back from Tokyo. That mission with Ning had taken a toll on him. It was his first time running into a fighter that possessed the ability to use 'Qi'. It resulted in a broken arm for him and just barely even winning the fight. Fucking Ning. Sending him on these tasks without sharing crucial details. It was a trademark of the Yakuza bastard. When he got back to New York, he almost immediately went searching for his little brother, Musashi, upon heard the boy took it upon himself to climb up a new ladder; forming The Titans. That same night, Ty ran into this kid on the ground and his gang in the streets. The boy attempted to rob him and take over The Titan's tower. It was a pathetic and futile attempt. Ty and The Titans made short work of them. They were mere vermin, after all. 

"I'm guessing the loud cracking noise came from this thing?"
"And yes, Kai, this trash is what is ruining this...hauntingly beautiful day."

The kid wasn't ruining Ty's day at all, on the contrary. Perhaps it was his shameful and distasteful addiction to the battle with fate. He loathed it but loved it at the same time. He didn't want to fight for the rest of his life, and yet it was glorious. And all of the major players knew, the ones bearing this 'disease' would be the ones to change the current of fate. The boy reached in his inside jacket pocket, clutching a silver plated flip lighter in between his fingers. He slid the device out, his eyes hidden behind his frames stared intently at the boy and the girl, flicking back and forth. Finally, the snowy haired girl came back to the bench and sat next to Ty. He allowed his gaze to unlock from her, keeping his eyes forward, allowing them to swim back over to the gang of boys across the way, clearly plotting their move. A slight smirk tugged at his lips. There was no escaping the battle.

"May I?"

Whatever. The boy lifted the lighter up to the cigarette, but she suddenly pulled it backwards again. His icy hazel irises locking back onto her blues. His face morphing back into its usual cold and nonchalant blanket. He gazed into her eyes, once again attempting to peer into her hidden, rebellious soul. 

"My name is Hemera. This here s Kaitaro. Pleasure to meet you, dark devil."

Hemera... Kaitaro... Dark Devil? Dark devil? Why'd she call him that? Fitting he supposed. And perhaps it were easy to see the Hell cooking up inside of him. No. No. Don't over think that shit. She was merely teasing him, of course. Funny. Silence claimed the air between them. The boy lifted the lighter, flicking the gear to ignite the flame easily, he moved it to light the cigarette. He still weren't even quite sure if he cared about their names, in all honesty. But his eyes flashed once again to the pack of boys, growing more and more antsy and anxious in their corner. Whatever. He'd ignore them for now. Perhaps they wouldn't be so dumb as to make a move this time around. Perhaps their lesson was learned. A soft sigh escaped his lips as the boy leaned his head back onto the bench. His hues fixing upon the grey shaded clouds. He wasn't sure if he really wanted this conversation. This interaction. But.. Why fool himself. He did. The generally anti-social Devil would have avoided the girl and her little partner all together if he didn't. So, a rare thing would happen this fine, cloudy day. He removed the lollipop from his mouth.

"It's Ty." 

Shifting his head up again, the boy's eyes stared forward.

"Your lollipop tastes good, Hemera."

Her named rolled off of his tongue smoothly, his voice soft, but still bearing its icy coldness. Still. Short. Blunt. And perhaps even a little inappropriate and suggestive this time? What the fuck was inappropriate to a Hattori, though? It was merely him teasing her, back. A secret guilty pleasure, perhaps. Admittedly, he also enjoyed the 'flirtatious'  game too. Oh Ty. You Devil.