6/21/2003
04:22
PM
Logfile
from Chase.
The
Berkley Apartments - 302
Clearly,
apartment 302 is a bachelor's land that knows no womanly touch. While the
apartment is clean, even immaculate, it's hard to mistake the gender
preferences of the decor. The main room is painted a neutral creme color with a
tan border that displays many different kinds of fish around the world; On the
walls, glass-windowed storage cabinets hold poles, tack and bridle for horses,
nets, ropes, and any number of bestiary-related clutter, most of which can't
possibly be of any use in the city. Tools hang on a cork board on the far wall,
ranging from different gauges of wire to a welding torch. Contrastingly, the
kitchen is decked out in warm shades of red and white, with an expansive spice
set and expensive cutlery visible among the otherwise immaculate countertops.
Stranger yet is the complete absence of electronics; No clock, TV, radio, or
telephone grace the entire apartment, and both the table and the massive bed
that sits in the bedroom seem handmade, if awkwardly so.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Chase's
phone begins to ring.
Chase
picks up his phone.
<Phone>
Chase, lounging rather indolently upon the couch, reaches over to take up the
phone as it begins to ring. "Hello?" he answers with a touch of
distracted curiosity.
<Phone>
"Chase-kun," Sayuri greets the Genbu on the phone, her voice calm as
she struggles to keep her underriding emotions out of it. She hasn't gotten much sleep last night, for
all her protestations of being tired.
"Have time to talk?"
<Phone>
Chase hesitates at the familiar voice, mouth tightening into a fine line for a
moment. "Yeah, of course I do. You want to just talk like this? Or come
over? Or... whatever?"
<Phone>
"I can come over," Sayuri offers after a brief pause in thought. "Give me a couple minutes."
Chase
is definitely waiting for Say to come over. In the meantime though, he does the
typical bit of tidying up, shoos Benito to the fire escape with a large chew
bone, and even makes a quick check to see if there is anything in the cupboards
to eat or something to drink.
True to
her word, Sayuri shows up not more than fifteen minutes later. Knocking at the seishi's door, she waits
outside, looking only slightly disheveled.
She only ran a brush through her hair and slipped on the nearest rumpled
clothing before she dashed out of the apartment for this meeting. She's had time to think, only to find that
it resolved nothing. Thus she's back in
hopes that they can work on this latest snag, because their relationship's not
supposed to be like this. It's supposed
to be fun, carefree... no strings attached.
Sucks to discover that there's no such thing.
Chase
offers Sayuri a bright smile as he opens the door for her. "Hey," he
greets, ushering her in with a wink as the door shuts. Turning away a little,
he flickers her a faintly anxious glance before it is dissolving into that
smile once again. "Wanna sit? Something to drink? Never did find that
vodka you said you left here." Kenny. Has to be Kenny.
Sitting
on the couch, Sayuri flashes Chase a wry grin as she shakes her head in
denial. "Iie, I'm not thirsty, but
thank you Chase-kun." She's laid
off his pet name for the moment, adding a little distance between then
psychologically as well as physically.
She does smile slightly at the mention of the vodka, lips quirking up
slightly at the edges. "Probably a
good thing, knowing your level of alcohol tolerance." Really, three cans of beer and he's a
goner. She pauses, trying to order her
thoughts before easing into their conversation. "I didn't like spending the night alone last night,"
she admits, glancing over towards the seishi.
"I missed you."
Chase
moves over to perch upon the couch as well, giving her a faint grin. "I
can drink... uh... yeah." Okay, so maybe she is right and he admits it
with a deepening of that smile in realization. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
His smile softens though at her words, "Yeah, I kind of missed not having
you elbowing me for covers all night long." He drops back a little,
lounging into the corner of the couch, "Last night was kind of messed up
though."
"Lightweight,"
Sayuri teases with a small smirk of her own.
But then she sobers. "Last
night was..." Looking away, she
sighs. "Last night was an eye-opener,
ne? Guess we have some things to talk
about." She pauses and then
admits, "You really made me mad last night, Tomi-chan. I... I was getting ready to walk away for
good. If I can't trust you, then I
can't be with you. And last night you
hurt me. A lot. I don't give my trust easily, and it seemed
that the one time I decided to do so, it blew up in my face." She's still not sure what to make of her
lack of trust in the seishi, or where they go from here.
Chase
sighs, scooting over a little closer to her. "I didn't mean to tell half
of that stuff to Brice, but... Sayuri, it just happens." He flickers a
glance away for a moment and then finally looks back to her, "You have
every right to be mad at me. And I don't blame you at all. It's just that..."
And now comes the heavy sigh, "This is hard to explain. What I ended up
telling him... had more to do with me then with you, Say. It was stuff that /I/
did. I wasn't telling him your secrets. Hell, I don't know all that much about
you to even tell him, and I wouldn't. That's just your business. And if you
want want to share whatever with me, and want to keep it quiet, then I can
easily do that. That other stuff... that was different."
"That's
just it, it's not different," Sayuri returns, temper flaring
slightly. "You say it was stuff
that you did, but you weren't alone in doing it. He may be your oniisan, but he doesn't owe me any favors, and I'm
not some silly thing to kind myself in thinking that just because I'm sleeping
with you, his same protection extends to me." She rises from the couch and starts pacing. "He now has that to use against me,
Tomi-chan. And I don't like having
things hanging over my head, having people that I don't know have that sort of
power over me." She turns towards
the couch and the seishi sitting there.
"You may trust him with your life, but I don't." And now she looks slightly sad as she
continues onwards, "What you're suggesting is not letting you in, not
letting you know about me because you may not be able to keep it secret. Damn it, you can't even build a friendship
on that." She sighs sadly, shaking
her head. "You say that you can
keep things quiet, but can you really?
I... gomen Tomi-chan, but I can't trust you to anymore."
Chase
winces slightly, watching her. "It's not like that, Sayuri. Brice isn't
like that at all. He'd never do anything like that. Ever. Brice knows me better
then I know myself, and I'm fairly sure that I know him better then he knows
himself. He would ever do something like that against you and... he doesn't
have anything to hold over you anyway? He knows about your powers. So what?
Trust me in this, Say... you are /not/
the only one around here who can do stuff like that. The car? I did it. You
didn't. Or are you thinking something else? That we're together? You don't want
anyone knowing about that or something?" He sighs, shaking his head from
side to side. "I never said a word at all about... what you've mentioned
before, about going vigilante. That's you. It doesn't involve me or
him..."
"Just
because you know him well doesn't mean that I do, Tomi-chan. Nor do I want to," Sayuri adds with a
toss of her head. "It doesn't
matter if there are others who can do metaphysical manipulations, do you think
that matters to me? Or that you're the
one that stole the car? Iie, what
matters is that you mentioned /me/ in them." She frowns down at the seishi, "You could have mentioned the
events without mentioning my name. Or
hell, without mentioning me at all.
Especially after I warned you about it the first time. You haven't mentioned anything about my
vigilante behavior... yet," she tags on almost cruelly. "How am I supposed to believe that you
won't eventually? What if the drug bust
never happened last night? My bet is on
the fact that you would have mentioned that to Kent-san as well, ne?" She lets the anger fade away, leaving only
her hurt to play across her features.
"You say you won't mention things, but for how long... how long
until he pries these things out of you?
Iie, without trust, there's nothing between us, is there?"
Chase
sighs with something of annoyance, glancing away from her. It takes a moment
and then he is finally looking back to Sayuri. "I didn't mean to, Sayuri.
I really didn't. Hell, the last thing that I want to have happen is you get
into trouble. And i..." He trails off, sighing. "I don't know what
else to say or do then. No matter what I try to say to explain things, you
won't accept it. You don't seem to want to trust me now... so now what?"
Sayuri
slumps down onto the couch beside the Genbu again, closing her eyes and
sighing. "That's the
sticker," she mutters. "I
don't want to let you go, Tomi-chan, demo... I can't trust you
either." She opens them to peer
over towards the seishi, "What's done is done, ne? Demo, I'm not sure what happens now. I had hoped that coming over to talk with
you would somehow..." She shakes her
head back and forth. "I have to be
cautious, Tomi-chan. I can't afford to
make mistakes. Mistakes can get a girl
killed. And yet I offered you another
chance, and I'll stick to my promise.
Demo, this is it," she warns quietly. "I can't forgive you another time. I'm not sure if I've even forgiven you for the previous two
slips." She looks disconsolate,
though, as she adds, "It's all I can offer you now. It's your choice if you still want to
continue with things."
Chase
quiets for a moment as he listens to her, drawing one leg up onto the sofa to
hook at the edge of the cushion. "Sayuri..." Apparently unable to find
the right words to say, his mouth shuts once more, gaze flickering away to look
towards the window. "You keep asking me to do all of this stuff for you.
Not talk about you to others. Keep you entertained, and then threaten to leave
if I don't. And then you say you haven't even forgiven me for stuff I've done
before... He'll, even Brice doesn't ride me like you do." As he speaks,
the annoyance is definitely beginning to show.
"What
the hell do you want me to do, Tomi-chan," Sayuri returns tiredly. "Be someone I'm not? This is me, it's not a pretty package. But at least I'm being honest with you. And I don't ask anything of you that I'm not
willing to do myself. I keep your
secrets, is it unfair of me to want teh same from you?" And now she'll look away, chin locking
mutuniously. "If you can't tell
the difference between teasing and the more serious matters, then there's
nothing I can do, is there. Baka Genbu,
just being with you is entertainment enough.
Or was," she corrects with a frown.
Chase's
annoyance is really beginning to show now. The glint to his eyes becomes even
cooler. Gee, does the room even feel just a wee bit more cold as well? He
pushes up off of the couch with a huff, drawing away from her. Only to come
back with a few more paces. "Dammit." Okay, here comes the ramble as
he begins to do just that, pace back and forth. "This is ridiculous. If I
get one more person telling me that I can't be trusted... I'm the most
trustworthy- Genbu! You sit in a fucking temple for two-hundred years and they
still don't think... And no. Noooooooo. You had to go and get involved with a
girl that thinks you are breaking her trust by telling Hikitsu a couple of
things that you did with her. A couple of things that are nothing, /nothing/
compared to half of the stuff that's gone down. It'd just figure." He
stops abruptly, peering at Sayuri, "Was? Was?" He shakes his head
from side to side, looking away. "You keep asking all of this stuff from
me, Say. When are you going to try?"
Sayuri'll
just watch Chase's pacing with a confused blink. Half of what he rambles on about making sense only in the names,
but not the references. But then she's
getting irrate herself, rising to block his pacing, standing in front of him
and growling, "And is what I'm asking so damned hard to do? All I ask is that you don't talk about me to
the others and you act as if I'm asking for the world. What, did you expect me to take your actions
lightly, to just shrug things off?
That's not my way, never has been, never will be." And then she's narrowing her eyes towards
the seishi, "Try...? When am I
going to try what?" The chilled
air isn't noticed as her anger has her cheeks flushing, eyes sparking with
unrepressed emotion.
Chase
stops as she is suddenly before him. He blinks across at her and then speaks
softly, "Why don't you want me to talk about you to my friends, Sayuri? I
don't want to hide you from them. You're better then that. While I like being
alone with you... I want to share you too. You're fun. And I'd like them to
know that yeah... you're a factor in my life, Sayuri." He continues to
watch her, and then nods, "You ask all of this stuff from me... and any
time I try to ask something of you, you ignore me and do exactly the opposite.
Take last night. Once more I simply ask you for one thing, to keep quiet, and
you ignore me. /Again/. I didn't say that to be a jerk or anything, I said it
because I knew I could deal better with aniki. You can't even trust me to
handle a situation like that." Yeah, he is definitely getting the idea
that she does have trust issues and it shows as he watches her curiously.
Turning
her face away, Sayuri notes softly, "Because I don't know your
friends. Hell, your oniisan's a damn
police officer, Tomi-chan. What other
secrets do you have hiding within this Genbu coallition of yours?" She softens slightly, turning her gaze back
to him and reaching up a hand to trace along his jawline as she adds, "But
you see, I don't want to be shared. I'm
a loner, Tomi-chan. And I pick my friends
carefully." As he explains exactly
what he means by 'try', she shrugs her shoulders. Trust is one of her weaknesses, and she does have the decency to
look sheepish at that. "I'm not
used to relying on someone else. I've
only had myself for the past six years, and I've learned how to get by on my
own. I do things my way, Tomi-chan,
because I've learned that I can trust no one but myself. Hell, even you've shown me that I can't
trust my lovers. Demo, don't get
upset," she temporizes with a stroke along his cheek. "It's a valuable lesson learned,
ne?"
Chase
reaches a hand up to still her hand on his face and draw it away. "I've
tried," he sighs, almost with a touch of remorse. "The gods know I've
tried..." He draws his gaze back over to her and sigh. "I'm not going
to put myself through this again, Sayuri. I'm not going to offer you myself if
I'm not going to get anything from you, if you aren't even going to try to
change a little and expect me to change a lot. And I'm not going to beg you to
invest your trust in me again. I can tell you that I'll be more careful about
what I say to others, but I'm not so sure you even want to believe me if I do
say that."
Sayuri's
eyes widen as he draws her hand away, her mouth opening slightly at the movement. "I..." Damn it, how did this become about her? "What else do you want from me, Tomi-chan? Want me to admit that you're my biggest
weakness, that I know I should be walking away in order to protect my heart,
but fearing that it's too late? Want me
to say that I'm afraid that I'm falling in love with you and that I want to
trust you, that I want nothing more than to curl up with you and have you tell
me that it'll all be okay? That you'll
take care of me? That finally, perhaps,
someone cares for /me/?" She's
never been so emotional in front of him, and she's looking furious as hell
because her eyes are watering despite herself.
She won't cry, she hasn't cried since she was ten and her okaasan
died. "Fine, then you've made your
choice, Isard-san. I... sayonara."
Chase
was more than ready to be done with all of this. He was ready to just accept
his losses and let her be, despite the fact that it was the last thing he
wanted to happen. With his chin dropped, he starts to turn away from. And then she
hits him with that, causing the boy to hesitate. Ugh. Strings. Lots of strings
being pulled. He watches her, confusion briefly making an appearance in his
features, but in the next moment he sigh and then there is that damn glimmer of
hope. Dammit! Glossy eyes don't help matters any. "I think that I'd like
that... and that I do, care about you," he admits, reaching a hand out to
try to stay her from leaving.
6/21/2003
09:52
PM
Logfile
from Chase.
Guess
there's no such thing as a string-free relationship after all. And despite her determination, a tear slips
down her cheek as Sayuri lowers her head, starting for the door. She pauses at his words though, turning a
stunned glance back towards the seishi.
And yeah, there's hope glimmering in her mahogany irises as well. "Demo, it's not that easy," she
whispers cautiously, turning her gaze down at their linked hands. She curls hers slightly, enjoying the feel
of their connection, holding on as if she doesn't ever want to let him go. "I... I want to trust you,
Tomi-chan. I want to believe in you...
but it doesn't come back that easy when broken. Will you... will you be patient with me while I try,
though?" She sounds so tentative,
so unlike her usual self. "Because
I don't want to walk away from you.
From us."
Chase's
mouth draws into a fine line once more, and he nods his head slightly.
Actually, he almost seems to make a noise akin to a chuckle, "I'd worry if
it was that easy." He gives her hand a little squeeze before reaching his
other hand over to try to tip up her chin, and from there notice the tear. He
frowns and reaches over to swipe away the moisture. "Patience? I think
that I can do that for you, Say. I'm fairly sure I can. I... want to try to
work this out too."
Oh boy.
Looks like the pleasant diversion that is Sayuri is beginning to become so much
more. And Chase was /so/ not planning for that. At all. And when all she does
is hug around him, and speak further, any other arguments he might have had at
that moment are pretty much well blasted away. Jeeze. Arms curl around her,
pulling her even more fiercely against him before softening. "I wouldn't
have it any other way... You kind of get addicting, imp."
"Only
kind of," Sayuri teases, pushing back slightly, arms still twined about
his waist. "Then I'm not trying
hard enough. I want you to be totally,
completely, all-consumingly addicted to me.
I want to be your potato chips, Tomi-chan. I don't ever want you to get enough of me." Her dark eyes dance as she admits, "Because
something tells me that I'm never going to be able to get enough of
you." And then she removes her
arms, only to curl them about his neck, standing up on tiptoe to kiss him with
all the pent-up emotions that have been broiling within her for so long. All her longing and lonliness are
transferred with the contact, as well as her hope for the future. A future that contains him.
Chase's
mouth draws upwards with a faint smile, "It's definitely getting that
way." Doomed! He is doomed! And it is surprising him how easy it is
happening. "Potato chips?" And he'll chuckle softly, "How about
chocolate?" He flashes her a wink before bending slightly at the knees and
drawing his arms around her once more. Humming in the back of his throat, he
responds to her lips, arms tightening possessively about her once more.
Sayuri
sighs against Chase's lips, her lashes lowering to feather across the tops of
her cheeks. Her arms loosen enough so
that her fingers can run through the soft hair fringing the nape of his neck. And then she's pulling back from him
slightly, a teasing grin dancing on her lips.
"Let's go out, Tomi-chan.
Let's do something to celebrate our first fight, ne? Anou... perhaps roll around on the dojo mats
again?"
She
might try to draw away from him, but Chase is just going try to scuttle forward
and close up that space once again, shamelessly too as he smiles across to her.
"I'm fairly sure we've fought plenty before this... but sure, why not? I
like rolling around with you." Still shameless. "Do you want to stop
at your home to change and I'll meet you there? Borrow something of mine? Or
what?"
"I
liked rolling around on them with you too," Sayuri admits with a wicked
smile. "Though I would have koshed
you over the head if you'd even suggested such a thing." And since he won't let her go, she'll just
snuggle close and not let him go either.
"Would you let me borrow another t-shirt and a pair of shorts? No fukus involved this time around, I
promise. That way I don't have to go
all the way home and down to the dojo.
Seems like a rather long time to be away from you," she teases,
tickling so she can step back and head into his room. She asked, thus she feels that his acquiescence is implied. And hey, doesn't she look cute in his
clothing?
Chase
says nothing about fukus. Nope. Especially considering there is probably some
developed film floating around somewhere with him on it. Baaaaaad. Naturally,
he hitches at her tickling, shooting her an warning but amused glance.
"Sure, just..." But she is already darting off to change. Yeah, he
definitely likes seeing her in his clothes, and, inevitably, out of them.
Sayuri
knows exactly where Chase's t-shirts and shorts are, thus doesn't take her long
to come out wearing one of his worn shirts and a pair of shorts, hair up in a
high ponytail that swings back and forth with her every step. She pauses at the entrance to the living
room, posing as she laughs over at him, "Anou... perhaps I should start stealing
your clothing, Tomi-chan. This is awfully
comfortable." Her own clothing's
left scattered across his made bed. He
may be tidy, but she's not. Comes from
having a pampered upbringing.
"Shall we go, then?"
Ti Kwan
Leep Public Dojo
In the
entranceway is a counter were people must sign up to use the dojo, rental of
the various practicing rooms go by the hour, or use of the main gym for members
only for a modest annual fee. The stern looking and muscular man over seeing
all of this seems quite adamant about no one going past without meeting their
particular requirements. There's a clause on the sheet that says the dojo is
not responsible for any injuries incurred on the premises.
There
are several floors available, some smaller private practice rooms on the first
level, a larger set on the second floor with higher ceilings meant for weapons
practice and flips. The main gym however is in the basement and looks not only
heavily reinforced, but the walls are lined with racks and shelves filled with
practice weaponry, dummies stacked in the corners, and stacks of practice mats
in the corner.
Meiyou
and Sayuri are here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Meiyou
is in a corner of the main practice gym, taking out frustrations in a mixture
of jiu-jitsu and kempo on a hapless sandbag. While there's a sheen of sweat
from exertions, she's not too tired of it yet. In fact, it's almost as though
she's just warming up, kicks and sharp punches gaining speed as she goes along.
Someone's exceedingly grumpy? Either that, or she's got more than her normal
excess energy and needs to burn some of it off.
Chase
opens the door for Sayuri as the enter into the dojo, looking back after her.
"Enough stuff gets stolen, don't see how stealing my clothes is going to
be any different." He flashes her a wink though to go with the sly grin.
"Want a room or should we take our rolling around on mats for the benefit
of the watching public?" Yes, oh yes. The smile grows with teasing.
Sayuri
enters, obviously wearing a boy's t-shirt and shorts, her hair up in a high
pony-tail. "Really," she asks
with an arched brow. "What else
gets stolen, Tomi-chan? Or do I even
want to know?" Slipping in through
the open door, she can't help herself.
She has to tease, "Depends on what kind of rolling around on the
mats you want to do, ne?" And then
she's smiling at the receptionist, waiting for the seishi to suggest what type
of room he'd like to use. In the
background she can hear the dull thuds of a practice dummy getting the snot
beat out of it. And she's curious
enough to leave the checking in to Chase while she peers around the corner and
into the main practice room. And then
she'll just watch the kicks and punches with a rather impressed mien. "Tomi-chan," she hisses. "C'mere, you gotta see this. Bet she could kick your butt."
There's
a *whumph* and a clink of overstressed chain, and then a rather noisy thump,
followed bit of creative cursing in several Eastern languages -- Chinese,
Japanese, and Korean as well as English. Yes, indeed, the sandbag did fall down
with an overenthusiastic high kick, and Meiyou just barely skips out of the
way. "Ahh," she sighs, having vented frustration at the world and the
sandbad in particular, "Mou, I wanted to finish." She grabs a towel
from a bag and skips -- yes, skips -- towards the main desk. "I knocked
down the corner sandbag; could someone stick it back up with a heavier chain? I
think one of the main links broke."
Chase
flickers a glance to Say as she moves away, turning back to the counter to talk
to the person behind it about possibly getting a room. He nods his thanks to
the person there and then moves over to catch up with Say. "Hrm?... A lot
of people can kick my butt, you included." Which is why his talents are
more ranged? But, sometimes, it isn't quite as fun. He gives Say a nudge before
looking after the young woman and her bag kicking. But he is blinking as it
tumbles to the floor, glancing back to Meiyou for a moment.
Sayuri
arches a brow at the various curse words, mouth curling up in a grin. And then she'll blink. The girl skips? "If you want," she smiles wickedly over at Meiyou,
"Chase-kun'd be willing to play a little with you." She's evil.
Yup. "He's better than a
sandbag." She laughs mirthfully,
covering her mouth with her hand as she peeks up under her lashes at the
seishi. "You did want to roll
around on the mats, ne? This way you'll
be assured a good workout."
An
affirmative nod is given by the person behind the desk, and Meiyou bestows a
bright grin on the hapless person. "Sankyuu!" she calls, then heads
back towards the practice area, intent on picking up her bag and hitting the
showers for the moment. Chase's look is given a friendly one in return, a
slightly impish smile lurking about her lips at Sayuri's comment. "Play?
Chase-kun?" She frowns -- that name sounds familiar. Oh well.
"Rolling about on the mats is not what I had in mind, though. If that /is/
a come-on line. Though normally it would be coming from the man and not the
woman, ne?" Her gaze flicks from Sayuri to Chase as a mischievous chuckle
follows. "Reverse-pimping, da ne?" So she's in a very weird mood?
Chase
blinks for a moment, and then another as Say is suddenly suggesting him. Wait
now. He was rather hoping to roll around with a certain someone else. Say is
awarded a quirking glance, smile slowly hitching upward at the corners though.
"Depends on the sandbag... buy yeah, I did say I wanted to roll
around." His attention turns over to Meiyou, sizing her up for a glance
only to chuckle at what she says, "Yeah, Sayuri is my pimp. Isn't that
right, imp?" And he reaches over to give her a firm slap on the rear. And
as he sidles away, he glances back to Meiyou, "Not adverse to rolling
around, are you?"
"It'll
give Chase-kun a thrill," Sayuri winks towards Meiyou, her eyes just
*dancing* with laughter. "And I do
like giving him thrills. Iie, not a
come on line, I can promise you that."
At least, not a come on line from her.
And if the seishi's fingers wander, she has sharp pointy things to make
sure that it doens't happen again.
"Hai, I'm his pimp and also his crack dealer." But he's playing with fire with that rump
slap, and she's growling low in her throat.
"Careful little boy, you don't want a little two against one
scenario." But then she's pausing
and smirking. "Or perhaps you
are. Naughty boy."
Eyebrows
arch slightly at the interplay between the two, another laugh following Chase's
Sayuri-swatting, especially with the responses offered. Meiyou is /definitely/
amused at this point. "In the sense of sparring, no, I am not adverse to
rolling around," she replies, "and if that is a challenge, then I
accept." She gestures towards a different corner than earlier, suiting her
own actions to gestures and moving in that direction. "Sayuri-san and
Chase-san, wasn't it? May I call you Sayuri-chan and Chase-kun? Or is it just
Sayuri and Chase? A very pretty name, though. I'm Saegusa Meiyou -- and now,
Sayuri-chan, it can be fun to tackle people two-on-one. Two is better than
one."
Chase's
grin breaks out nice and bright at the 'two against one' mention, and the full
force of that smile is directed right at Sayuri. "I wasn't the one to
bring it up, but now that you said it..." Yes, a pointed trailing off as
he watches Sayuri speculatively. He looks back over to Meiyou, nodding his head
to her, "Any of those are perfectly fine. Nice to meet you though. I am a
great admirer of your work on unsuspecting bags." He flashes her a wink
and then shrugs his shoulders, "If you two want..." He knows full
well he'll probably be flat on his back in a couple of breaths, but, dammit,
it'll be fun!
"Sayuri-chan
is fine, Meiyou-chan," she offers with a smile towards the other
girl. Usually she'd ruffle at the
diminuative name, but Chase has her mellowed out at the moment. Darn it, she's getting as soft and gooey as
melted chocolate. -.- "Iie, someone has to referee the
battle, ne? That'll be me." But then Chase is beaming all to brightlyl
for her to ruin his little boy fantasy.
"Never say I don't do anything for you, Chase-kun," she
deadpans, following the other girl towards the corner. "Demo, if he gets overly frisky
Meiyou-chan, feel free to kosh him. I
do it all the time." Or at least
she thinks about doing it quite frequently.
He's just lucky that he's cute and she's got a soft spot for him, or his
skull would be riddled with goose eggs.
"Just
let me grab a drink of water and put my towel back in my bag, and then we can
start," Meiyou agrees, rolling her eyes at Chase's fishing for pain -- of
course, having two girls tackle him probably isn't such a bad thing in the male
mind. More skipping, and then she drags her bright-pink exercise bag over to
the corner, rummaging around inside to grab a bottle of water to sip. The
towel's tossed on top of the bag, and then she returns to the two with a
challenging smile on her face. "I think we can trust Chase-kun to his
better judgement in this case, simply because he /will/ get hit if he's too
ecchi. Ne, Chase-kun?"
Chase
chuckles, reaching over to try to give Sayuri a quick smooch on the cheek
before she can scoot away from him, "I'll be sure not to." And then
he is chuckling, slipping his feet from his shoes. "I'll try to restrain
myself... somehow. It'll be hard." Oh, does he put in quite a bit of
dramatic panache into the tone of his voice.
Sayuri'll
save the punching and the pain for the mats, but her eyes warn the seishi that
if he keeps up the PDA's with strangers around, she's going to have to take him
into the back room and kosh him. Or
make him so happy he won't be able to think about being so touchy feely in
public. "Surely it won't be that
difficult, Chase-kun," she returns with an arched brow. Slipping out of her shoes as well, she studies
the other two teenagers before asking, "Ready?" She'll let Meiyou make the first move towards
Chase.
"Of
course it'll be hard to restrain yourself. /I'm/ your opponent, a very pretty
girl! Ready!" Meiyou declares, though her tone of voice is teasing more
than anything at this point. She bows to Chase as she slips her karate sandals
off, studying him for a moment before she feints inwards, heading right but
striking left with a closed fist; easily enough dodged or blocked, and more of
an initial test than anything. "Are you planning on joining in,
Sayuri-chan?" she asks, trying to dodge away from any retaliation and
moving fairly slowly -- she's underestimating Chase, clearly enough.
This
coming from the girl that did a heck of a lot more to him in front of her own
classmates? Yeah... Chase simply smiles at the look he is given by Sayuri,
chuckling deeply in the back of his throat. Moving out onto the man, he
flickers a look first at Sayuri and then to Meiyou. "Not too difficult,
imp," he sing-songs right on back to her. His visual attention flickers to
Meiyou though, even if his senses are trained on Sayuri's familiar presence.
Smile can't help but show once more though, and he agrees with the upmost
honesty, "Very pretty." He slips away from the girl's punch though,
turning a little to the side to curve away from it. He is reaching though to
try to wrap up her arm, and if successful, bend it behind her, although that's
hoping for a lot there. A /lot/. Alas, no mat tumbling yet.
Sayuri's
fought Chase before, thus she's not likely to underestimate him. Her classmates are rather useless people all
together, thus she didn't mind teasing the seishi before them. But Meiyou's different. Meiyou can fight. "Not too difficult, Chase-kun? Then I'm not doing my job properly." Still, hard to be a distraction in his
overly large shirt and baggy shorts. As
he's focusing on Meiyou's attack, she'll try to come behind him, crouching low
and performing a leg swipe. She'll try
to tumble him, see if she won't. But
only because she knows just how dexterious and quick he really is.
Meiyou
moves with Chase's motion to twist her arm up behind her, though her intent is
more to throw him over her shoulder by using his own momentum against him
rather than her lesser strength. It's easily enough broken out of, however, and
she doesn't seem to be counting on it to work either. "Imp? You're
forgetting a 'P', I think, ne? But someone who pays me compliments!" IE,
responds to her teasing fishing. "Jump, Chase-kun." That's her
advice. Hey, if he jumps, she can try to toss him. If he doesn't jump, they're
both likely to go down.
Getting
kind of close in here, with a girl to either side of him. Sure, some guys
really wouldn't complain about this at all. Nope. Chase gathers in closer to
Meiyou as Sayuri comes behind him, and he corrects himself, "Sorry,
/pimp/." Feeling the tipping of Meiyou's shoulder, the boy is letting go,
skittering on one leg to try to keep his balance. But then comes Say and her
leg-swipe. Yikes! "Shi..." *THUMP* Down he goes.
Sayuri
was going to go easy on Chase, but then he had to go and call her a pimp. Growl.
She's pouncing as he goes down, and she'll get him exactly where it
hurts. With tickling. Lots and lots of tireless tickling. "Don't you dare start calling me
that," she growls.
"Meiyou-chan, stop giving him ideas." Still, the other girl's on her team, so she
suggests, "Try his feet. Bet he's
ticklish there too." Oh yeah,
she's not relenting until he's peeing his pants. Call her a pimp will he?
Ooh, he'll live to regret that one.
"But
giving people ideas is what I /do/. And I wonder... Sayuri-chan, does he
blush?" Meiyou asks, standing on the edge of the mat, well within reach of
a flailing arm from either of the two. "Feet? Why do /you/ get the fun
parts to tickle? /I'm/ going to get water, and you two can roll around on the
mats for a little while. Don't mind me if I take pictures." Camera +
Meiyou = Dangerous Temptations. She snags her bag with her other foot, dragging
it nearer.
Chase
came here to roll around on mats with cute girls, not be inflicted with tickling!
Evil woman knows all of his soft spots -literally. Of course, before the can
start the inevitable gasping coming from tickling, he is instead going to
chuckle darkly at her pouncing on him. Okay... now he'll laugh. Howl, more like
it, and probably get a couple of looks from other patrons. So, Meiyou is in
flailing arm reach? Excellent. With one arm trying to ward Say off, the other
tries to grab ahold of something, anything to pummel her with. Ooooh, look...
Meiyou's leg. That might work as the tries to grab ahold and tug hard.
I don't
understand that.
Does
Chase-kun blush? Now there's a
thought. "I don't know,
Meiyou-chan, why don't you kiss him and see." Sayuri's already kissed him.
Already did far more than kissing really. He probably wouldn't blush for her. Eep, did she say pictures?
"Anou... no need for pictures." And she'll hold still while Chase attempts to grab at the other
girl's leg. If he succeeds in pulling,
she's going to try to roll away to avoid being sandwiched in between them. That could be painful.
Kerthunk.
Bag goes one way, Meiyou goes the other way, bag's contents go a different way
entirely. Water bottles, clean towel, some shower stuff, and a small sheathed
dagger go in various directions. Meiyou meets the mat, barely managing to catch
her fall on the palms of her hands. So now Chase has one bare ankle in hand,
and a rather surprised-looking Meiyou on the other end of it, and almost on top
of Chase. "Hi. No kisses for you."
Chase
has been known to blush a time or two, or more then that. Granted, it doesn't
happen often and would probably involve moments of embarrassed guilt, and it is
/not/ going to happen now. Especially considering he is quick to say,
"Seeing as the fuku isn't here you want to get off seeing me smooch on
another girl, Say? You've really got to tell me more about these fetishes of
yours." But then there is Meiyou. Yep, definitely Meiyou. "Hey,"
he responds right on back, letting go of her ankle, only try to reach for her
and.. well... push her after the fleeing Sayuri.
Sayuri
keeps on rolling until she's a safe distance away from the other two. "You know you liked the fuku, admit it
Chase-kun." And then she's rising,
straightening her clothing and ponytail and smirking down at the Genbu. "Iie, not my hollies," she
counters, messing up the slang again.
"Yours. I'm sure kissing
her in front of me will help get your hollies off." She pads towards the entrance and then
laughingly tosses over her shoulder, "Demo, I suppose I have my fetishes,
ne? Perhaps, if you're a good boy, I'll
share them some day." And while
he's occupied, she'll make a run for it to head home. It's getting late and she should probably check in with otousan.
"Ja
mata, Sayuri-chan!" Meiyou calls, watching the fleeing Sayuri, then
looking down at Chase, then blinking. "She's more insane than I am, and
that's saying something, I think," she says, rolling to a sitting
position. "I like her!" Really, sanity is definitely not a
prerequisite in the Saegusa family. It's generally lacking, in fact. "Help
me pick up some of this that spilled? I need to go back to my apartment and
start dinner before Sachio decides to try." Her twin being a
not-quite-horrendous cook -- he doesn't burn rice, at least.
Chase
chuckles, looking to Meiyou only to blink as suddenly Sayuri is darting off.
Awwww, is that the distinct look of disappointment on his face as she leaves.
"Jollies," he murmurs in belated correction, a sigh of reluctance,
and then he is looking back over to Meiyou, "Hrm? Insane? You have no
idea." He picks himself back up, dusting his hands off on his thighs, only
to blink with almost exaggeration at Meiyou. "Saegusa...Sachio?... You
know him?" And yes, he is helping to pick up the scattered pieces.
Meiyou
taps her cheek, then giggles. "You must've forgotten what he looks like if
you didn't recognize me. Though..." She looks down at herself. "He
definitely wouldn't wear this even if I dressed him in it, and he definitely
doesn't do martial arts. Un, I'm Saegusa Meiyou, his older twin. You're
Mina-chan's friend, Chase-kun, ne?" She picks up the slim dagger, fingers
curving carefully over the sheath.
Okay,
so now Chase will finally blush. "I haven't seen him in a couple of
months, and only then it was only for a brief moment," he replies.
"And I wasn't exactly paying all that close attention to what he looked
like at the time." He looks a little uneasy for a moment, handing her off
a couple of things that were picked up, only to blink, "Yeah... how do you
know that?"
Ahah!
Meiyou got a blush from Chase. Her day is almost complete -- just need to make
two more people in her life blush, and that can be done over dinner. "You
must be one of the few people who didn't," she remarks cheerfully, then
tucks everything back into her bag. She clicks her tongue chidingly at Chase as
she gets to her feet, trying not to laugh at his uneasy expression.
"That's... a secret! Now, dinner!" It's /her/ turn to scamper off,
hopefully before Chase can catch up with her.
Chase
was sort of preoccupied at the time, and getting a good look at another guy
really isn't his thing. He smirks after Meiyou as he is denied an explanation,
but waves after her. "Thanx for playing." Great, at loose ends now.
What to do?... Might as well make the most of the time here.