2025-12-21: Rough Divide
- Log: Rough Divide
- Cast: Hyousuke Suzuki, Eikichi Mishina
- Where: Hirasaka Ward
- OOC Date: 2025-12-21
- IC Date: Tue Aug 28
- Summary: Eikichi checks in on Hyousuke to try and figure out what his deal is. Hyousuke is less than receptive.
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
More than spit came off as Hyousuke wiped the back of his hand against his mouth. He looked down at it, and sighed upon seeing a smear of blood across his skin, before taking a tissue with his other hand and wiping it clean. Not that it was in any better a state, however. Both hands were flecked with the evidence of a fight that had ended only a moment ago, be it spilt blood that he dabbed and scraped at with the now-dirtied tissue, or scabs on his knuckle loosened by one of many wild blows.
Past his wrists were a litany of bruises. Some were fresh, others still forming, while yet more were clearly in the last stages of healing. They littered his arms for the most part, though some few could be seen on his face and his neck, while his top hid the worst of what had been levelled against his body. All in all, he had not made it out of the fight unscathed, but he remained standing and conscious. That, he reasoned to himself, was about the best he could have hoped for in such circumstances.
"Just wanted to get some fucking shopping done..." Hyousuke grunted, shaking his head as he pried himself off of the wall he'd been resting against. He took some small measure of comfort in knowing that the damage his clothes had taken was mostly just dirt and blood. Annoying though they were, he could at least wash those out, even if it meant he'd have to return to the dorms and go grocery shopping another day.
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
It has been a rather interesting summer break for Eikichi Mishina. Between tracking down the new members of Gas Chamber, hanging with his friends, and spending time with Miyabi, it has been busy for the blue haired delinquent. Still, there is no rest for Kasugayama's Death Boss as he had just received a text he needed to look into. Apparently some guy got into a fight and was adamant about not being in any 'gang'. Despite being in Kawase's crew supposedly?
That is what Eikichi is told and he is sure that it isn't entirely correct information.
He finally spots Hyousuke up ahead, clicking his tounge as he walks a little quicker. "Yo. Wait up!" Eikichi says with a smile, hoping that it is going to stay cordial. His girlfriend made him a strawberry creme cake and it was waiting for him.
Eikichi Mishina is currently dressed in black plaid pants, combat boots, and a white David Bowie shirt (specifically the Great White Duke era). His white makeup is on point. He looks more like a model than the toughest guy in school. He grins if Hyousuke looks back, raising a hand. "Suzuki, lets have a chat."
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
The second Hyousuke heard someone calling out to him, a noise escaped him that fell halfway between a sigh and a growl. Whatever it might have been called, it was heavy with frustration, the feeling carved into his features as he turned to face Eikichi. He made no attempt to appear calm as he looked towards him - he'd just come out of a fight, after all, and recognised any attempt at doing so would have been futile at best. His lips curled into a snarl, baring his teeth a little as he regarded Eikichi, and he straightened to his full height once it was clear that he wouldn't be left alone.
"Another one of you assholes?" Hyousuke said, curling his fingers into white-knuckled fists once more. As if on instinct, his feet shifted into a fighting stance, spreading and bracing while his arms raised halfway into a guard. There was no attempt to hide the signs of his last fight either. Still bloodied and bruised from the scrap he'd been dragged into moments ago, parts of him were marked by streaks of red and patches of blue, though he ignored whatever residual pain might have remained in those spots in favour of trying to ward off whoever the stranger was.
"I told you, I'm- Oh, it's you. The fuck you want?" The moment he recognised Eikichi, his demeanour softened, though not to any great degree. He still kept back, and still kept his fists curled, unwilling to let his guard down for even a moment.
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
Eikichi clicks his tongue as he hears that growl. This was going to be one where he had to be serious. He keeps his distance as he looks over Hyousuke with a quick movement of his eyes. Eikichi keeps his movements open and slow as not to get into an outright fight...He liked this t-shirt too much.
"Heh." Eikichi flashes his teeth, posing with a hand underneath his chin. "You already look like hell so why would I be looking to fight...I want to know what your deal is for one...We'll see from there."
"You hang around some friends of mine so I want to make sure you aren't fuckin' with them." Eikichi isn't going to enter a fighting stance but he does crack his knuckles single handedly. His face remains neutral as he scans Hyousuke's movements for the second it comes on the offensive.
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
If Hyousuke's demeanour had to be compared to anything, some territorial animal prowling its borders would have been apt. He was prepared to fight, of that there could be little doubt. Muscles wound like coiled springs, curled fists ready to leap into a solid guard, his stance one of a trained fighter... At a moment's notice, he could launch into another brawl. But that didn't mean he wanted to. He kept his distance and his eyes sharp, looking for signs that a fight was brewing, but making no attempt to stir things up himself.
"You talking about Ichika-san and Tsubasa-san?" The growl was still there, rumbling beneath every word, but it was less present when he realised he was speaking to someone that could have been a friend. 'Could' being the operative term. He didn't believe Eikichi had any reason to lie to him about something like that, but assumptions on who would and would not lie to him had burnt him before. He had no desire to be burnt again. "'Course I'm not fucking with them, they're my friends too. What, you got a problem with me hanging around them?"
He didn't just look defensive, he sounded it. There was tension in his voice, like he was expecting things to blow up, despite hoping against it.
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
"Yeah, Kawase and Seki.." Eikichi says flatly, keeping his aggression low. In its place was an aura of righteousness. He wouldn't start a fight but he was going to end one, one way or another.
The blue haired punk keeps his hands at his sides, one hooked to his pocked casually. "Tch, hang out with whoever the fuck you want...just don't hang around my friends and then pretend you don't got allegiances behind their backs...So whats your deal?" Eikichi cocks his head to the side, showing his teeth again.
"You in Kawase's gang or not. Thats what I want to know!"
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
"I'm not in anyone's fucking gang." The growl became a snarl, and his features contorted for a moment. There was aggression to every aspect of his being, if only for a fleeting second, before he managed to control himself and force a more settled look onto his face. It was clearly forced, and he made no attempt to hide that, but even that momentary spike of anger did not make him want to fight again. "I'm not gonna be anyone's little fucking minion. Not theirs, not yours, not anyone's. I'm sticking with them 'cause they're my friends, and if that ain't good enough for you, then eat shit."
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
Eikichi's brow raises. It was like talking to a rabid dog. Even as he tries to simmer down, Eikichi can still feel the tension. After a moment of silence, Eikichi sighs and shakes his head. "The hell you talking about? My minion?" Eikichi face contorts on the word 'minion', giving the impression of disgust.
"Look Suzuki...I don't know how you think I am but I'm pretty lax guy. I let people do whatever if aren't causing trouble. I haven't messed with you before have I?" Eikichi slides his hands into his pockets, giving Hyousuke a look. "But here you are going around screaming about not wanting to be in a gang but you don't seem to get what a gang is...this isn't the Yakuza. It's a bunch of knuckleheads getting into scraps and hanging out. Sure there might be a bully in there but no crew I know has fuckin' minions."
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
"Don't bullshit me." There was still frustration when Hyousuke spoke, and still his throat rumbled with an animal growl. But there was something new in there - tiredness. "I've fucked with a gang before, and they weren't just a bunch of friends getting together and brawling or whatever. It's some guys at the top shoving all the little guys around until someone's brave or stupid enough to try and take their place." He stepped forward, not to fight, but to make certain that he was heard. There, the anger was clear in his eyes, and in every contortion of his features. "And I'm *never* going back to that"
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
Eikichi scoffs at his definition of a gang, shaking his head. When Hyousuke steps forward, Eikichi straightens his posture, lifting his head to look down at the guy approaching. When he stops a second later, Eikichi relaxes ever so slightly.
"Sounds rough...But that doesn't fly with me. I dunno what school you were at but most guys here aren't like that. If they are, point me at 'em." He slouches some, trying to find the words to say.
There is a long pause. "Look, if you don't want to run with someone's group, that's fine...But you go starting fights about not being in a crew, then you're gonna make Kawase and Seki look bad because everyone thinks you're in their crew. Then I gotta get involved before our happy little school gets rougher than it already is." He lets out a dejected sigh and deflates. "My sweet Miyabi-swan made me a delectable little cake so please can we just cool."
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
A silence hung in the air, so thick with tension that it seemed a struggle for him to breathe. Hyousuke tried regardless, his lungs feeling like they were rattling to pieces as he forced air down his throat, body beginning to tremble all the while. Yet, for all the struggle that it induced, that moment of quiet - as well as Eikichi's assurances that he had better places to be - was enough to force Hyousuke to calm himself. It was not a clean or complete process, of course. His fingers still twitched as if needing to ball into fists again, and he still harboured no small amount of anger in his gaze, but the worst of it had subsided.
"Your happy little school's a fucking joke." There was no real malice in his words. Frustration, yes, and exhaustion too, but it was a rebuttal and a statement of fact more than a barb intended to wound. "I'm not starting fights, those fuckers are. You know what I wanted to do today? I wanted to go shopping. I was gonna buy some eggs, get a drink, and go back to the dorms. I wanted them to leave me alone, but because I'm an easy goddamn target, or they don't like the Thorns, or they just thought my fucking face looked weird, I gotta go back and clean my shirt before it gets stained."
A breath escaped him - a long, deep, sigh, speaking wordlessly to Eikichi of frustration and exhaustion.
"Fucking... Maybe I could've avoided some of them. Maybe I started some of them. I don't know. I just... I want them to leave me alone. And I don't want to join someone's crew and get ordered around like a fucking puppet just so I can eat my lunch without someone trying to start shit."
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
"Yeah and your grim fucking yakuza story is played out." Eikichi retorts back almost instantly, offering the same no malice tone as he shakes his head. "Yeah, sounds tough..." He grumbles.
"Good. You're at least owning up to some of it yourself." Eikichi nods and slouches more into his stance, looking absolutely tired of having to be the guy. "You're in the wrong school then...Again, I don't care what you do but generally if you're running around with a crew like Kawase and you get into fights, you are kinda seen as being with that crew. Your actions are reflecting them. Just how the circle of life works."
Then a thought comes to his mind. It would make so much sense. "Are you from America or something? Those kinda gangs you see in the movies are...not really how we operate." Eikichi looks pretty proud of this realization. He's cracked the case wide open.
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
Hyousuke bit back whatever venom-laced retort he wanted to bark at Eikichi. There were a great many things he wanted to say, but given that neither of them wanted to fight and both of them seemed to have better places to be, he opted to go for the diplomatic route of keeping quiet. That didn't stop him from looking frustrated with the whole ordeal, however. Not once did he appear pleased with anything said to him, and with the way his jaw tensed, him biting his tongue might have seemed more literal than figurative at some points.
All of that dissipated when he was asked if he was American.
"What? No, I'm not-" Gone was the anger, replaced instead by abject confusion. All it took was a blink for him to adopt that new look, and be lost for thought. "Is it the hair? I don't know why it's like that. Never bothered asking." For a moment, he pondered the mystery of his hair. Why *was* it that colour? He certainly didn't dye it. His parents didn't have blonde hair. Perhaps it was a recessive gene? A freak accident? He did not know, but on the bright side, the thought distracted him long enough that his earlier anger had simmered down yet more. The same could not be said of his frustration, however.
"Whatever, it's not important. Point is, I'm not joining anyone. If that means I'll make problems for Ichika-san and her friends, I'll get out of their way and deal with it myself, but I am *not* letting anyone else use me."
<Pose Tracker> Eikichi Mishina has posed.
"Nah. It's not your hair...It's everything about you is cranked up to 11. Like over the top...Though the blonde hair probably doesn't help." Eikichi listens to Hyousuke ponder the origins of his hair, stroking his chin. That was a marvel.
Still, there was that argument again. Eikichi sighs and just shrugs in mild frustration. "Sure...Whatever. Just don't cause trouble for everyone." The blue haired punk stands up straighter, getting ready to head in the other direction. He was going to have to have a conversation with this dude's friend to figure out if he was trouble or not. Another sigh escapes as he considers if he can turn his back yet.
<Pose Tracker> Hyousuke Suzuki has posed.
"...Fine. Whatever." Hyousuke responded. There was no hiding the bitterness to his tone, and he hadn't the energy to even try. His body hurt, his shirt was bloodied, and he didn't even have the groceries he'd set out for. The day was, in no uncertain terms, a wash. At that point, he supposed the best thing he could do was cut his losses, go home, and figure out some alternative dinner plans. With that, he moved towards the dorms, and began to make an unceremonious exit.
He never faced backwards, but his ears were pricked, and his muscles tensed. There was no telling what Eikichi would do now that his back was turned.