Mongolian barbecue Place

Noticing the afore mentioned sign ahead he followed the directions as signaled. Turning the bike into the Mongolian barbecue Place, he found a place to park and stopped the bike. He sat there, waiting for his sacrifice to get off, so he could then prop up the bike.

"Here." He said as he took off his helmet. When it came off he ran a hand through his rusty brown hair.

"Because of your brother?" He asked refering to their previous conversation. He sat there waiting for any sort of response from Yaso regarding it. But in the back of his head he knew that he probably wasn't going to get an awnswer.

((Ohhhhkay. Things should start settling now! *knock on wood!*))

He slid off the bike and tugged to try and get the helmet off. His head, of course, was too big. "Because, it should....ugh...!" He tugged again, managing to hurt his jaw. "Get this helmet off me!" he grouched, tugging and pushing at it.

It had gone on easily enough!! And this didn't happen last time, did it?? And it wasn't as if his head had grown much larger.....had it?

He grunted and gave up, sliding up the face shield. "My brother getting hit in the street was my fault. I should have been watching him. When he got hurt my parents...my entire family, all of my friends started to maul over him. They acted as if he was the only person alive and I didn't exist. So...I made them notice me, any kid would do the same. Any attention is good, even if it's negative." he scoffed. "Then, of course, everyone began to forget about him. No one even visits him anymore. No one even pretends that he's still alive. When I'm forced to talk to my parents they refer to him in the past tense...even though he's still here. I pay his medical bills, I visit him every chance I get. I look for a way to get him to wake up, and what do they do? Absolutely nothing!! They sit by waiting until he actually does die!! Although I probably already told you all of that too." He scoffed again, obviously upset and angry over the whole thing. He couldn't even remember Reiji's initial question.

He tried to run a hand through his own hair but hit the helmet instead and wore at it.

"And stop making me tell you things I don't want anyone to know." he grumbled in finishing.

[[I hope it does!]]

Reiji sat there with a slightly stunned look on his face. Yaso had suprised him and actually answered his question, and the answer that was given saddened him greatly. He didn't know what to say, or even if he should say anything.

But he could see why Yaso was so angry all the time, like he had said 'any kid would do the same'. Reiji agreed with him there.
Reaching out he hooked his finger under the strap of the helmet that was stuck on the sacrifices head. "C'mere" he murmered before pulling Yaso towards him slightly, he then pushed with the hooked finger so Yaso's head was tilted back. Coming in to peer up under the helmet he could see what the problem was. The strap was twisted around the hoop, pulling it slightly the strap came loose.
As the strap came free he leaned back and gripped the helmet in both of his hands. "Close your eyes." He said softly before twisting the helmet sideways and then pulling up.
And as planned the helmet came off with ease.

When it came off he looked at Yaso. "But im not making you tell me anything. Im not using my powers, you would feel the connection if i did." He said sitting the helmet on the helmet on the bike. He then took out the keys of the ignition and put the the stand up.
Swinging a leg over he lent against the bike and looked at Yaso.

"Well you dont have to go through it alone any more. You do have me now." He said softly running a hand through his own hair again.

"Har-de-Har-Har." he grumbled, trying to get some semblance back into his own hair. It was sticking up every which way, looking as if he'd stuck his finger in a light socket. "For that maybe I'll make you pay." he declared, walking into the restaurant with him.

Instantly, the wave of smells pushed against them. Cooking meats and vegetables, spices.... Yaso's mouth began to water and he glanced over at some of the food. Oh yes... It looked perfect. He licked his lips and brought Reiji over to a small booth in the back.

He shoved the menu towards his fighter. "I already know what I want." He leaned his elbows on the table top and tapped his chin, eying the other patrons.

"Wait what?" He asked walking after the sacrifice. "What the fuck did i do?" His voice becoming slightly harder as Reiji followed Yaso into the booth.
Scanning the menu that had been shoved into his hands, he found nothing that tickled his fancy. "Well? What did i do?" He asked shoving the menu back. He didnt know many of the things on the menu and the ones he did, he didnt feel like.

He had just tried to help Yaso, but no. Reiji sighed, he guessed that what ever it was that made Yaso's emotions change like that could not be fix, well not by the fighter anyway.

Leaning his chin in his hand he looked down at the table. "What are you getting?" He murmered.

He raised a brow at him, "I was teasing you." he replied. Well, his fighter seemed to have a temper to match his at least. He leaned back in his seat and fiddled with the sauces. "Anyway....I'll probably have some Jingisukan." He seemed to nod to himself.

Yaso glanced back up at his fighter. "So, what should I expect from Seven Globes?" That's what it was, right? Something round... He rubbed his eyes. He was most definitely getting stressed if his memory was failing. First he'd forgotten he had been on Reiji's motorcycle before, and now he couldn't fully remember the Seven place?

He needed a good night's rest. Maybe a massage... Or a dip in a hot spring... Ahh...that would probably hit the spot. His lips twitched a bit, almost forming into a content smile, although it looked almost more like a grimace. A hot spring. Certainly. Definitely.

Rolling his eyes. "Fucked up way of teasing." He spat, his head was begining to throb, an indication he was getting a head ache. "Im not that hungry, do you mind if i pick off yours?" He asked. With his elbows on the table, he leaned forward, placing two fingers on either side of his temples and started massaging circles, in an effort to calm the rage before the storm.

"Seven Moons?" He suggested closing his eyes. "It depends, i suppose. If Ritsu the headmaster has any interest in us as a unit of not." He said opening his eyes and looking across to Yaso before closing his eyes again and going back to massaging his temples.

His brow furrowed, "Getting noticed is bad I take it? And go ahead, I never finish it and by 'pay' I meant pay for the food..."

He leaned back again and picked at a loose thread on his coat. When the waitress came by he let her know what he wanted and watched her walk off.

"This should prove to be interesting at least. Being strong is a priority of mine, but if getting noticed is on your list of things you don't want to do, we have a conundrum." He tapped his chin. Where was Yuudai when he needed a tie-breaker? "Noticed or not...." he drawled. "Well, I suppose we'll have to think of a plan to keep off his radar and get stronger then."

"Like i said it depends." He said hanging his head in his hands. His head was starting to pound, it was threatening to be a thumper. "I knew what you meant by 'paying'." He said irritably "Im not that much of an idiot."

Sighing he watched as Yaso ordered. His eyes followed the waitress as she left, the girl had a nice ass. Coming out of his little reviere when Yaso spoke, he looked over to his sacrifice.
"I never said i didnt want to be strong, i do. I just hate Ritsu. He is a power hungry, manipulative, sly bastard. Being noticed by him is like making a contract with the devil. You never know what your going to get. Nice Ritsu with an evil plan or evil Ritsu with an evil plan. Either way he is......" Reiji's sentance faded away to nothing.

As he was slaging the man he remembered the so called 'training'. He felt the scars that laced his body burn slightly. Shifting uncomfortably in the booth he ran a through his hair.

"So he's a manipulator?" he drawled as the waitress set two glasses of water on the table before shuffling back off. He sipped at his and played with his napkin. His eyes searched the tabletop in almost a daze.

A manipulator, huh?

He was suddenly struck with the strange urge to have a battle of wills with the Ritsu person. Could he sneak by his notice? Almost as if they were in grade school and got caught for doing something akin to smoking in the boy's room...

He grinned to himself. "....I have a plan, although I doubt you will find it as interesting as I do. I've been bored recently and you've managed to give me something to look forward to." He glanced to Reiji. "I'm not sadistic, but I'm pretty damn vengeful."

Nodding, he dropped his hand and tugged at the collar of his t-shirt. He knew there was a scar that just ended on the top of his shoulder. Exposing the top of the scar to Yaso, Reiji swallowed. "Yes, he is a cruel manipulative man, who loves to see others in pain.

A plan that didnt sound good from where he was sitting.
Rolling his eyes, he looked up meeting Yaso's gaze. "Nice to know im just here to cure your boredom." He sneered quietly as the water was set down.

Glad that some thing was there to distract him he picked it up and downed it in one gulp. As he was swallowing, he raised an eyebrow at Yaso. Putting the glass down he stared at the sacrifice. "And what have you got to be vengeful for?" He asked.

He glowered at the mark. Scar? A scar?

From Ritsu???

Yaso bit his straw and gnawed on the end of it, obviously upset over seeing the marred flesh. Ritsu tortured his students?! That was the only reason Reiji would have a scar, right? And blame it on Ritsu? Reiji didn't seem the type of person to put the blame on someone unless they deserved it.

He mulled it over, the anger growing, and he almost missed his question. "Huh? Oh...." He unclenched his teeth from around the straw and let it drop back into his glass. "Isn't that enough?" he asked, nodding towards Reiji's shoulder. "We're partners or something like that, right? I've seen it in crime dramas....partners do things for one another. Yuudai and I were partners so to speak...If someone messed with him, I got angry too."

"I was born to serve and protect you, I bare your true name as a sign of my loyalty to you and you only." He said automatically. As soon as those words came out of his mouth, his hand came up and clapped over it. That line was something Ritsu had beaten into him from a young age. After a while it had become automatic, it had been carved into his brain. Ritsu had been sure to make sure of that.

But he had tried so hard, sworn to himself even. That he would defy that cold and cruel man and never utter a word that had been beaten into him. As hard as he had tried, some thing had slipped. He took his hand from his mouth and ran it through his hair, that promise was not going well.

"Some how i dont think that makes us partners exactly. Like i said i protect you, im your shield. And shields get beaten and moulded into shape so they serve their purpose. To protect their wielder." The automatic reponse had kicked in again. Shit He thought. He knew this would happen, that i would slip up and do as he trained me. Fucking arsehole. The thought ran numbly through his head. This meant another victory to Ritsu.

"Plus, Yuudai is different. He is your twin, the same as you, your blood." He muttered.

He scoffed a bit, "Alright then." He fished around on the table for a moment and peeked over to a table recently abandoned. With a stretch he managed to grab a knife before righting himself in his seat and leaning back. "Yuudai may be my brother, but he's asleep for now, isn't he?" He nodded a bit solemnly to himself.

For the past day or so...however long it had recently been...it'd been the first time in a long time that he hadn't felt continuously angry or annoyed. He'd actually...enjoyed himself. Bickering with Reiji and having the fighter match him blow to blow. He played with the knife a moment in thought. Reiji was actually pretty....decent to be around.

And he bought him bubble tea.

Anyone who gave him bubble tea was instantly in his good graces.

He pointed the tip of the knife at Reiji. "And if you bear my mark as 'loyalty' it's the same thing. While Yuudai's asleep you have to stay by my side, got it? We can do that whole blood pact thing if you'd like." He let the tip of the knife touch the table and twirled it with his fingers. "But if two people have the same....let's call it 'birthmark' then how is it that they're not one in the same? A shield can't work without someone to hold it up, and the person holding it up can't work without the shield." he shrugged a shoulder. "It is good logic. But in my opinion, a suit of armor is much better." He was sounding more and more corny by the second, but he was far too deep in his speech to simply back out now. "Armor can stand on its own, a person can stand on their own. However, when put together they're nearly invincible. They are two equal parts to a whole. Besides, if someone uses a shield you can get around behind them and strike them down. Opponents come from all sides, front, side, back... Armor can protect all sides." He smacked the table with his free hand, causing the glasses to tremble and the sauces to clank together. "So, either accept the fact that we're equal, or I'll slice us both open to match that movie I saw way back when I was a kid." He leaned across the table, voice low as he looked up at his fighter. "...or do you want to play a masochist and make it an order?"

He started when the waitress slammed the food on the table, a bright smile on her face. Without saying a word she snatched the used knife from him and flounced off, leaving Yaso to frown awkwardly at the abrupt move.

He really needed to find a better place to eat out. These people were getting too acquainted with him.

Reiji sat there spechless as Yaso waved the knife around. This was the longest sentance he had ever heard the man speak, and to be honest he was astonished. His eyes following the knife as the Sacrifice waved it about beoming slightly entranced, his head ache had been pushed to the back of his mind.

"Yes, ive got it." He hissed inaudably in reaction to stay by his side, he thought that was the end of it but he kept going. He then started on armour and how it protected from all sides. I see his damn point there. But whats with all the movie references? He thought.

Bam, Yaso's hand landed on the table causing him to look directly into the sacrifices eyes. Had he gone mental? What was with the whole attiude change? Had some thing changed after they went to the hospital? Reiji was slightly confused.

Then out of no where Yaso leaned right into his face, practically daring Reiji to make it an order.

"Whats another scar among many?" He said stretching out his arm and sticking it in Yaso's face.

The waitress suddenly appeared out of no where and took the knife out of Yaso's hand and stalked off. As he stared a little dumbfounded after her, he shook his head a realised he still had his hand waving infront of Yaso's face.

Yaso blinked at the hand then looked to Reiji's face. "....well." he began. "I could always bite it." It was a tease and he picked up his utensils and began to poke at his meal. "Hurry up and grab some before I eat it all." He said, nodding to the steaming plate of food.

He grabbed a hunk of meat and began to gnaw at it. Nothing tasted better than Mongolian barbecue, and this place did it perfectly. The meat melting in one's mouth, the vegetables were crisp and bright, steamed to perfection...

He leaned back ion his seat again, dropping the subject. Reiji seemed to understand the concept...but what he himself didn't understand was why his Fighter, so adamant about not being a push over, and being so aggressive and pig headed before... Why he was suddenly rolling over on his back. As he ate his food, Yaso mulled it over, a crease forming between his brows in thought.

That Ritsu guy... He didn't like him at all, and he hadn't even met him yet.

"Hmph." He grunted taking his hand away. "Fuck off your gunna bite me." He said darting down and picking up a small bit of meat. Putting it in his mouth Reiji chewed for a few seconds. It was ok. But he wouldnt eat it all the time.

Stealing a whole steamed snow pea case he munched on the end of it letting the rest of it hang out of his mouth life a cigarette. He didnt care what he looked like or if it was embarrassing or not. But thinking of smokes made him crave one. Looking up with the pea still half dangling from his mouth he saw the crease forming on Yaso's forehead.

"S'rong with you?" He questioned making the pea move around with his tongue. He was getting bored and slightly irritated from the threatening headache which had yet to fully emerge. And on top of that he now was craving a smoke.

He grunted a bit. "I don't like that Ritsu guy." he replied, nibbling at his food.

His appetite was waning quickly, no matter how good the food was, seeing Reiji's reaction to Seven Moons was leaving a sour after taste.

"So, we're going there soon." he nodded to himself again. "That means I have to pack...is it a long ways off?" He glanced to Reiji again. He didn't like long car rides. They made him irritable, although many would argue that his irritability was an all around thing, even outside of a cramped little car for hours on end...

"You wont be the first and you definatly wont be the last to hate the bastard." He shuddered slightly at the mention of his name falling from Yaso's lips, from where he was sitting it was strange to hear it.

"Wait were what? Damn it." Pursing his lips, he felt the urge to get up and go out and have a smoke. But this needed to be dealt with now. "How soon and for how long?" He questioned starting to get pissed off. But then he realised some thing. He was the one who has suggested it. So all in all he was to blame.

Bringing his hand up again to run it through his hair he stopped midway and changed his mind. Didnt want it to become a habbit.
Bringing the same hand he brought it up under his shirt and rubbed his stomach sighing he leaned back into the chair, not realising that by putting his hand up his top was exposing more scars that ran around from his back to peek out around the sides of his waist.

"From here its about 4 and a half hours drive there. You wanna go by bike or by car?" He asked still rubbing his stomach, closing his eyes he enjoyed the slight tickling senation that his fingers were creating as the were lightly dragged across his stomach.

He sipped his drink, "You're the one who said we'd go in a week or so." He nodded. "Now who's forgetful?" he teased, letting himself snicker for a second before getting serious again. "It all depends on how badly you want to hear me complain."

Yaso leaned back in his seat.

"If you couldn't tell, I get cranky quite easily and when confined in a small space where ones backside begins to ache, legs cramp, it gets stuffy and there are other people... I tend to lack more social skills than normal. I used to have an assistant but I hated him and he couldn't stand me then he decided to drive to another city with me and halfway there he quit." His brow furrowed. "Bastard left me on the side of the road."

Sometimes he wondered if he really was that hard to be around. He wasn't all daisies and rainbows and kittens, that was for sure. But he wasn't like the devil himself or anything...

"And i believe your the forgetful one. You were the one who said we would go in a week or so. Dont turn it around it on me." He said opening his eyes, his hand still trailing across his stomach.

Grinning at Yaso description of himself, he lent forward slightly. "Isnt that how you always are?" As he said this a large smirk appeared on his face. He knew he was being insolent and probably deserved a whack around the head, but he was itching to say some thing. If he was paying for tonights meal, then he was going to get his full money's worth.

Then he laughed. "He left you! Fuck, it seems who ever is travelling with you needs nerves of steel. Lets hope ive got it." He said making a fake grimmace appear on his face for effect.

He glowered at him and made a show of stuffing more food into his mouth. "Waitress!" he called when he saw her pass by. "A glass of your most expensive alcohol, I don't even care what it is."

"And that will be on your tab then, Mr. Yukimora?"

"No, his."

"Yours?"

He scoffed and tossed his fork down. "I hate this place." he grumbled. It had been fun until he became the brunt of the jokes. He scowled at her as she scurried away. He jabbed his finger at Reiji. "Alright. We'll leave tomorrow and use a car. I'll just up and leave my work. They're too cowardly to fire me."

"Yes im paying before we leave." He said winking at the waitress making her blush.

After she walked off to fetch the drink, he rolled his eyes at Yaso. "Mature aren't we." Then he had an idea, a large smirk spread across his face.
As the waitress brought back the expensive drink that Yaso had ordered. Reiji smirked again "Yeah what ever, what time?" He asked leaning forward. When the waitress turned to leave Reiji, slipped out of the booth and followed the waitress.

Coming up behind her, he whispered in her ear. "How you doin' hime." He slipped his arms around her waist. At this she giggled and blushed again. He thought she was cute but he was only really doing this to get back at Yaso. Yeah he may be yaso's fighter but no one said he couldn't have any fun!

Turning he sneeked a look back at the table where Yaso was sitting.

A strange look crossed over Yaso's face, it was a mix of insult, and anger. He grit his teeth and tossed down his flatware. With a shove he got up from his seat and jammed his hands in his pockets. "We're leaving." he ground out, lips tight.

He scuffed his foot as he headed towards the door, brooding. He hated to be ignored. To be shlubbed off in favor of someone else! And having his own fighter doing it??

He grabbed a piece of gum from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth, gnawing on it as if it were part of the problem. So, Reiji wanted to play that game? Oh, fine then. He'd make him miserable if he had to. He hated being made a fool of. Sure, he could be good natured, and he had been up until Reiji went off and ignored him; that was the biggest thing that irritated him. Now his good mood was ruined and he wanted to get home. He leaned against the motorcycle and glowered at the restaurant door.

And when Reiji came out, the moron could snarl at him about him being nothing more than a moody girl and Yaso would simply ignore him. It was childish, yes. But something the moody computer nerd could live with.

Smirking when Yaso had stalked past him, Reiji pulled out money that he knew was more than enough to cover it and set it on the table next to the waitress. "Here. For the food and drink he had." He murmered in her ear then letting her go, so he could go find his sacrifice.

When he got through the restaurant doors he laughed. He could see Yaso leaning against his bike, with the shittiest look on his face. Getting closer he pulled out the keys for the motor bike as he sensed that Yaso would want to leave. Reiji didnt blame him. They had both had a big day. As he came face to face with the sacrifice Reiji looked straight in Yaso's eyes and ground out "Pay backs a bitch ain't it." He said chucking the spare helmet to Yaso and then jammed the keys into the ignition.

Once more he swung his leg over the bike and kicked the stand up. With out putting on his own helmet he sat there waiting for his other half. He had started to feel reckless and felt like going some where in town and racing with some people he used to know. Of course this would all be done after he dropped Yaso off at his own house.

He looked over his shoulder waiting for Yaso to move. "Damn it hurry up, the races start soon and i wanna go blow off some steam. Unless you have some sort of punishment or order, i would like to get moving." He spat out getting annoyed. He could feel himself getting more and more irritated by the second. May have to stay out all night. He thought to himself as he turned the key and revved the throttle so the bike rawred loudly.