y'all wanna fight?

wocky kitaki. 2nd year senior at tancho academy. fated with kimihiro watanuki. living in the entertainment district. affiliated with string of fates.

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[cookingkicker]

That's a kicker.

[cookingkicker]

Who the hell was this guy. Like, really… who the hell did he think he was? Dal Dal slammed her hands on her hips placing her foot forward. She looked up at him, glaring.

“Who are you calling short huh?!” 

Despite their height difference, it was almost as if it was Dal Dal who was talking down Wocky. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her either. What was up with his hair anyways? It looked like the guy pissed off the barber and ended up with a rejected runway model hair style. 

“Choi Dal Dal, I’m a transfer student from Wilds High, and where I come from a look like that means you want a fight.”

[foxfriend]

He was trying to be helpful. Trying to tend to a young girl in need of assistance, but apparently, she was having none of it, even though she’d been the one asking for help. Suddenly, she’d turned to him, looking up at him with a fierce glare that somehow managed to remind him of Alita. A shiver ran down his spine, but he managed to ignore it. Why was she being so rude to him?! He was just trying to help!

“Ey ey ey, what th’hell is wrong with you?”

Wocky sighed a bit as he put his hands in front of himself defensively, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. A look like that meant he wanted a fight? He wasn’t about to fight a girl!

“What? Naw! Calm yoself, girl, I ain’t tryin’ t’start no fight, I was tryin’ t’help you!”

[hidingbehindtama-blog]

Friendship!?

[hidingbehindtama-blog]

Yunoha had been completely unaware of what she had done, as she had returned back to sewing on the first button on the piece of fabric, followed by the second. A growl though, a loud one, caused her to pause as she stared up ahead. A boy - One more older than her at that, was laying on the floor, his items strewn about. He was glaring at anyone who dared to say anything about it. Usually, the shy girl wasn’t the type to really interfere with other people, but Yunoha was too much of a kind person to not act.

Setting her stuff aside, she got up onto her feet, fingers instinctively grabbing onto Tama, which she pressed to her chest. “U-Uhm..E-Excuse..me..? A-Are you..” She was about to ask if everything was alright, but the closer she got, it was pretty evident that he had gotten some scratches on the way down. “O-Oh! Y-Your hurt..and bleeding a little. I..”

What was she supposed to do? “I uhm..please wait here, okay?” There was a brief moment of hesitation, before she raced off, disappearing into the double doors that lead back inside the school. It didn’t take her long to come back, a little out of breath as she held a first aid kit in one hand, Tama still held to her body. Sinking to her knees besides Wocky, she set her green frog plushie down as she fumbled to take out band-aids and a few packets to clean the wound.

“I-..I got some..disinfectant and I-..” A part of her wished she wasn’t stuttering so much. She wanted nothing more than to hug Tama close to her, but she knew she had to do this. What if he refused? Or told her to leave him alone? “L-Let me clean it, o-okay..?” She awkwardly clutched onto the items in her hand, body giving a light shimmer of transparency in a sign of unease.

[foxfriend]

Really, he was just waiting for the pain in his knees and the palms of his hands to subside before he got up and walked back to his dorm. There was really no reason for him to still be here, and no one was exactly jumping up to come and help him or anything. Not that he wanted them to of course. He was actually just about ready to get up and pick up his things to leave, when suddenly, a young girl ran towards him.

The first thing that struck him was her appearance – or rather, that hair of hers. The colors were similar to the ones he wore on his jacket, and her eyes were a bright blue, striking really. The next thing was her soft voice, asking him if he was alright, and then noticing his injuries. Wocky turned his hands and—so he was bleeding, the palms of his hands were scratched up. But here was this random stranger, suddenly worried for him?

He didn’t even get a chance to tell her no, to leave him alone, before she ran inside the building, and came back soon after with a first aid kid. He’d honestly considered getting up and leaving while she was gone but well, that would’ve been incredibly rude to the girl, and despite how Wocky acted, he was chivalrous and polite to women. Instead, he just continued to watch her as she tended to his wounds, not really telling to go on or to stop. He wasn’t sure what to say to her.

“U-Uh—“

He managed a stutter as he looked at her. This was awkward! After all, he didn’t even know her and here she was, being so nice. She didn’t know anything about him, or the things he’d tried to do, but it didn’t matter. In fact, it was kind of nice to be treated like this, so it brought a light smile to Wocky’s face.

“Thanks, uh…y’all don’ gotta do this but if y’all really want to, I can’t stop you, shawty.”

“Uh…I’m Wocky, what’s yer name?” 

He hardly noticed that odd sheen her skin was taking, thinking it to be a trick of the light.

[foxfriend]

a lesson learned! || closed (baddap)

[onisoldier-blog]

→ Day 06, Undisclosed Location, 00:42

A breath of fresh air and solitude did him wonders. Because he was wound up the majority of the day, whether it be by classmates or his… dorm mate… he took breathers outside for minutes, even hours, on end, just to clear his mind of any burdens he may hold. Tonight was no different.

Much has already gone on in Tancho Academy, its effects afflicting the soldier among many others in the student body and faculty. Quite frankly, as much as he hated to admit it, Baddap was ill equipped to face such anomalies. It frustrated him.

Speaking of, he wondered if the Raimon kids he’s met those years ago are alright now… with the ordeal over. For the most part.

Regardless he would make his way back to the dorm rooms, but not without taking note of the sudden crashes that echoed this emptied courtyard.

His strides were cautious, calculated, self-aware. They sounded violent, purposeful. It wasn’t until Baddap caught a glimpse of a… he couldn’t tell who the other character was from this dim lighting. Regardless he would call out. Public property damage was frowned upon, plus, he was making enough of a racket to give Baddap the beginnings of a headache.

“You. Cease your actions immediately.”

In his Ogre uniform, he had the looks of authority. Looks, being the keyword here.

Really though, what’s wrong with this kid, beating up inanimate objects…

[foxfriend]

Bang! Crash! The noises of the metal of the trash cans bending under the force of the baseball bat only made his grin widen further in utter delight. There was something thrilling about the thought of destroying things that weren’t his, and he figured it he kept at it, that nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that this was wrong and he knew it would shut up and decide to stop being such a pussy.

Really, with the things that had been happening in Tancho Academy as of late, a couple of destroyed trashcans was the least of their worries. If they were going to bitch about it, he’d pay for new ones. Wocky Kitaki pretty much did whatever he wanted.

He didn’t really expect anyone else to show up, considering the time that it was. If someone did, he’d just have to deal with them in a quick manner and make sure that they left him alone. It wasn’t any of their business what he decided to do with his time anyhow. But then of course, the unexpected happened—someone actually showed up.

“You. Cease your actions immediately.”

Wocky stopped, looking over his shoulder as his grip tightened on the bat, still grinning. Was someone looking for a fight? Cause Wocky sure as hell was in the mood for one. He let out a low chuckle, turning to meet the challenger. He was surprised how short he was, definitely younger than him, and trying to tell him what to do? Yeah right. He brought up the baseball bat, smacking it against his open palm.

“Yeah uh, how ‘bout no? This ain’t any of yer business, kid, why don’t y’all scram?”

[rhymesthatsting-blog]

Killer Bee Enters The Academy! [Intro/Open]

Bee had finally arrived at the school. He had been surprised at first, a man walked off the street, decked out in weapons and with naught but a single piece of paper advertising the need for Music Theory teachers to be given a job without a single glance, but it was welcoming; Bee needed a place to lay low and enjoy his ‘vacation’ before someone found him and carted back to the village. ‘You’re expected to give these children the education they deserve’ the employer said.

Oh, these kids were going to be schooled alright.

OLD-SCHOOLED!

Yes, Killer Bee’s plan was perfect. As he stood at the gates of Tancho Academy, he already knew he was going to like the place. Rap was in with the kids, and that must mean he was obviously going to be one of the most popular and hip mentors around. He decided to celebrate his masterplan with a little bit of freestlying.

“Tancho Academy, like a dream-♪ Gonna prove to them all I ain’t no has-been-♪ teacher.”

Killer Bee nodded to himself, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small notebook and pencil, before quickly scribbling down his hot lyrics. This place was already doing wonders for his muse. Yes, he’d kick back for a bit, enjoy all the perks a teacher got and maybe even pass on his rap skills to a worthy pupil. Living the dream.

But first, he needed to make himself know, he was the newcomer afterall, nobody here knew Killer Bee, that’s why he chose the place! But soon they would. The question was however, who would be the first to know?

…That person would do. The biggest fans can sometimes be the ones that accidently discover the artist after all, and whoever this person was hanging outside the main gates, they were going to be Bee first true fan at Tancho.

Bee walked up to the person, before going limp at the knees and bouncing on them, bursting out an intense rhyming couplet as he did so, arms waving around at the reciever of his phat hooks.

“Yo! Say! Ho! Son or daughter, I don’t care-♪ Wanna listen to these rhymes, filled with weight an’ flair?-♪”

[foxfriend]

The little walk to and from the dorms to the main building of the school was always a fairly relaxing time for Wocky Kitaki. He often popped in his headphones and bopped his head along to the bass and beats of the music he listened to, tuning out the rest of the world around him, if only for a short while.

He could never help being jealous at the kind of music these people could make. After all, he too had tried to make music of his own at one point! Tried to learn to beatbox, tried to learn to rap, he had no talent with musical instruments so he didn’t even try that. In the end, nothing really worked out to his favor – he just lacked musical talent, and there was nothing he could do about it.

That didn’t change the fact that he still wished he could do it.

He turned into the gates of the school, and was instantly met with a surprise that made him stumble back and drop his bag, eyes widening at the man that was suddenly bouncing towawds him and rhyming—

“E-Ey, G, w-what is you on what is you even tryin’ to—“

“Yo! Say! Ho! Son or daughter, I don’t care-♪ Wanna listen to these rhymes, filled with weight an’ flair?-♪”

“Huuuuuh?! Naw man I don’ wanna hear yer—are y’all rappin’ at me hell no, I ain’t gotta deal with this shit in th’mornin’!”

Alright, he had to admit. The rhymes were not exactly ill but perhaps they were a little under the weather. Almost there, but not completely. But still, this happening to him first thing in the morning?! Wasn’t this supposed to be a normal school?!

[hidingbehindtama-blog]

Friendship!?

Petite fingers worked delicately at sewing dark fabric together, a small melody escaping the girls lips. A large blanket was spread out, and Yunoha was currently sitting on it, different assortments of items strewn about. One pile was different pieces of cloth, the other were strings and some button, and a small case of needles. On her lap, she had a small magazine which she would occasionally glance down to.

“Am I..doing this right..?” Eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as she lowered her arms to her lap. Since Yunoha hadn’t really sewn in a while, she had decided to take some time from her homework and studies, to relax. It usually came in the form of making clothes for her plushie, Tama. The best place she could think to have peace and quiet was in the large garden Tancho Academy had. Not many people came here, so that worked in her favor. “Mm..I hope I’m doing this right..” Today, Yunoha was attempting to sew together a little dress for her friend. At the moment, half of the collar was finished, but to the shy girl, it didn’t look right.

What was missing? Taking a closer look at the magazine, her face lit up. “Oh, a button!” Ah, that had been a silly mistake of her. Reaching over, she plucked one colorful button from the pile and slowly began to thread it into the material like it was shown. Working a little too fast, Yunoha let out a sound of pain as her finger was poked with the needle. Setting her work down, she popped the finger into her mouth, grimacing at the taste of her blood. I need to be more careful..Yes, you do Yunoha.

[foxfriend]

There were many quiet moments at Tancho Academy, or rather, there were as of late. It seemed as though all the excitement had died down, and the school and the people within it had finally been given a chance to breathe. Not that it really mattered to him anyway – he’d stayed the hell away from everything happening. No interest, you know?

Wocky’s lack of interest really expanded to the school as a whole. There were few things he was excited for, his hiking club being one, though he had no idea why he’d started it, the boxing team, even though the captain was a huge bitch, and the soccer team. The idea of the soccer team brought a genuine smile to his face. The captain of that team was actually a pretty cool guy!

He’d been walking along, smiling to himself as he imagined being a forward on the team when suddenly, he heard a sharp sound that surprised him, and well, his untied shoelaces didn’t help the situation. He ended up tripping forward, dropping his bag and spilling all its contents, but also managed to skin his knees and elbows, though luckily, he hadn’t banged his face up.

Wocky growled in frustration, loud enough for people around him to hear as he moved to sit for a moment, trying to stop his head from rattling before he moved to pick up his things. Anyone that laughed at him received a glare in return, but he hadn’t even noticed the source of the sound that caused everything – a young girl sitting on a bench nearby.

[lucky-doge-blog]

Doing business [//02// - OPEN]

The final boxes were being unpacked - two bulky men, towering over Gian in both height and muscle, unpacking the contents into the fridge within the cupboard in the office. That was it: the transaction was complete. Gian pulled out a few crumpled notes from his pocket, as well as a good pack of cigarettes, and handed it to the men. A tip for their hasty work.

“Send my regards to Ivan, the crazy fuck. Tell him to keep the shipments coming.”

The two men nodded and walked out of the office, leaving Gian to survey the results of their labour. Opening up the fridge, he peered inside to see it filled to the brim: six packs, cases, bottles of vodka. He even had that gold flake stuff - Goldschlager. The kids loved that shit, it was always in the movies and on music videos. Hopefully they’d love it enough to buy it.

By now, Gian hoped word had got around enough on the campus. Numerous people had told him it would be a profitable venture to start selling alcohol on the downlow: and because of that, he told them to spread the word that, on this day, he’d be open for business. The CR:5 had control of the local port near Tancho Academy, part of their expansion from America into the overseas scene. He could get anything he wanted through there as a result. But for now he was sticking to alcohol - anything else would be stupid to bring into the school grounds.

Suddenly there was a knock on his office door. It was outside his counselling hours, and there was no real reason for the Headmaster or any other official to visit him. Which meant one thing: word had gotten around, and business was about to begin. Gian rested up against his chair grinning with success. It was the best feeling seeing a plan come together, especially one which could bring in some serious cash for him.

“It’s open! Come in.”

Now it was time to see what type of people really wanted some booze around here. Hell, maybe he might make regular customers - or even a business partner - from this venture.

[foxfriend]

Quiet, relaxing moments had been plentiful as of late, and although at the beginning Wocky had enjoyed them (they were good for sorting out your thoughts, but sometimes that got to be too much), he was starting to get bored. Incredibly bored. Sure he’d gotten into fights and such here at school, but there was nothing like the thrill of being in the yakuza back at home.

Even just staying in the Kitaki Mansion was more interesting than being here. His parents kept a close eye on him, and while he wasn’t exactly leaping up to dive into turf wars again, he did miss the action. Every time he saw injured family members come into the mansion, he just wanted to get out there again. But then, an irregular heartbeat, a pain in his chest – and he’d turn back into the safety of his home.

Still, he missed the business. Even if his parents were trying to clean it up as of late.

He’d head the rumors, of course. Someone was trying to sell alcohol on campus? While Wocky wasn’t that big of a drinker, this was definitely something he could get interested in. It was exactly the kind of thing his family did, and hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if the person running it had some sort of ties to the mafia or the yakuza too! In the end, this could work out in favor for the entire Kitaki Family!

Wocky grinned to himself as he knocked on the door of the counselor that was supposedly responsible for this – Gian something or another, and when he heard a voice from inside say it was open, he walked inside, and was instantly taken aback by the amount of liquor in the room!

“Heh, so they wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout you at all, huh?”

He walked straight up to Gian’s desk, adjusting his shirt collar a bit as he did so. Wocky tried to remember what he’d been learning from his father up until he’d been sent to Tancho, about how to present himself in front of a potential partner for the family. He had to be professional or something, but he was way too excited and that just wasn’t like him! Instead, Wocky grinned further, slamming his hands onto the desk as he leaned in towards Gian.

“I’m Wocky Kitaki, of the Kitaki Family. If you got any influence in th’underground, y’all have heard of us, cause we got branches here in Japan and in th’states. And if y’all know that, then y’all gotta know that I want in.”

[sadisticraven]

— the ultimate god of a rotting creation. ♕  [open]

- “Tancho Academy, isn’t it?”

[The words slipped out of his lips as sweet venom. A bit later for someone’s first arrival, which could seem as quite shady for some people… but he didn’t care much. The amount of students in this place, the fact that they could bring up something extremely amusing…

… for how long could they keep the informant entertained? Their little plots and mischief, the way humans lied and were sincere when it was convenient to them… It was interesting.

Definitely interesting.

… A bit too much interesting, even. But the man that was standing on the school garden, Orihara Izaya, didn’t seem to care. Crimson orbs took their time to get accustomed to the darkness - it was really late at night. Lips twisted in a wry smile as he kept on walking around the school, taking his sweet time before properly entering the buildings. Aaa, it was definitely better than Raira. Well, to be quite honest, it didn’t took much to surpass the level of Raijin back then - he barely attended classes. But it is not as if he was going to put a student uniform and pretend he was still part of them - getting involved wasn’t part of his job, meddling only when necessary. Keeping a low profile as one of the many student counselors was the best thing for now.

The most appropriate course of action…]

- “Let’s see for how long can you keep me entertained.” 

[He had the map of this school already - such information was too easy to gather. School rumors, events, student and teacher records… it would all come to him soon. But for now…

… he had company. And it was such an enjoyable stroll around the schools and in some of the corridors, even—! Taking care of the unexpected visitor was priority for now.]

- “Isn’t it too late to be walking around?”

[Even if Izaya was doing the same… he could simply lie his way out of it. The other person… well, he doubted as much.]

[foxfriend]

Wocky didn’t mind his roommates much. They were all fairly agreeable people, even though he’d threatened to beat each one of them up within an inch of their lives at one point. Kazemaru was probably the nicest one in his eyes, Gau was pretty alright when he wasn’t talking, and Watanuki was well, definitely the most annoying one. He kinda just wished that one would get out of his life, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

There were times when he didn’t feel like being around them, and this was one of them. Although they were all sound asleep, Wocky felt suffocated by the strangers around him. He couldn’t even sleep. This was a strange night, but he didn’t really care. Instead, he just threw on some clothes and decided to go for a walk around the campus at night. Maybe something interesting would happen.

It was kind of creepy, that he couldn’t deny. Typically, Tancho’s corridors were filled to every corner with students and teachers, all sorts of different kinds of people from many corners of the world (and universe, but he tried to ignore that fact) and to be in these halls when no one else was around was both unnerving and calming. It was hard to explain. Still, it seemed as though he wasn’t alone. A turn into a hallway and—

“Isn’t it too late to be walking around?”

Wocky raised an eyebrow at the man before him. Nice coat. No, really, it was a nice coat. Dark hair and those eyes – sheesh, talk about unsettling. But still, it was sketchy as hell that this man who he’d never seen before was walking around Tancho at night. Was he a student? Naw, looked too old. A teacher? Well damn, then he was I trouble, wasn’t he?

“U-Uh, I ain’t doin’ nothing, G!”

Idiot! Why did he say that? Now he looked suspicious, and he really hadn’t been doing anything!

“I-I’s jus’ takin’ a walk around. Couldn’t sleep. Who’re you anyway, I ain’t ever seen yer face ‘round these parts. Y’all a thief or somethin’?”

[foxfriend]

more like a ball and chain || sof event (watanuki)

[noodlefriend-blog]

He kept denying it, and denying it, and it didn’t take long for Watanuki to start believing that Wocky might have been telling the truth. Even though this person obviously didn’t like him very much (which Watanuki could easily return the sentiment), what was the point of dragging himself into this? All of this.. was just way too weird to be some kind of prank- he was glad to be able to finally speak his side of the story, but when the other suddenly let go of his collar, he stumbled back some, almost flailing to keep himself on his feet. Maybe Wocky didn’t do anything, but he was still a huge ass.

” Q-quit grabbing me out of nowhere! And— alright, alright! ” he waved his still raised hands a little bit, sighing shortly afterwards. ” You.. didn’t do anything- b-but you can’t blame me for being confused! And you’re the one who started accusing me first, you know! “

Neither of them did this. He didn’t want to believe that a spirit could be behind it all, but what else could it be? He was trying to think of something, only to be surprised when he saw the string get shorter from Wocky messing around with it— ” Ah! Stop touching it!! You’re going to make it worse! “

” I.. r-really don’t know, but there has to be something we can do— D-DON’T CALL ME A NERD EITHER!! I JUST SAID I— “

But.. then, something hit him, causing his previous shouts to go quiet. A red string, tied to their fingers; connecting them from a distance.. he hadn’t realized how familiar it sounded to him, and within an instant Watanuki’s eyes widened as he quickly registered what this was- but how was it even possible?!

” This.. is— ” he covered his mouth one hand, pulling his other one close, which had tugged Wocky’s with it a little. ” I-it’s exactly like the red string of fate! I-I mean it, it sounds like it! It’s when.. an invisible string is tied to two people’s fingers, and no matter how far they are, they’re supposed to be destined to meet— ”

Oh. Wait a second.

” B-but.. then— e-ehh?!? N-no, it— it can’t be that!! I-it doesn’t make any sense! Wh-why would I even— w-with you— ” didn’t Yuuko once tell him that this legend was meant for more than just a simple encounter?! With his cheeks quickly colouring with red, Watanuki tried to contain how much he was starting to freak out and flail around, but, that obviously wasn’t working. ” I-I DON’T WANT TO BE STUCK WITH SOMEONE I DON’T EVEN KNOW!! I-IT SHOULD BE WITH HIMAWARI-CHAN, NOT YOU!! AAAAHH TH-THIS THING NEEDS TO COME OFF, RIGHT NOW!! ” And yet, as he was yelling and pulling his hand, the string began to get even shorter— what the hell were they supposed to do?!

[foxfriend]

Of course he was telling the truth! Wocky really had no reason to want to be tied to this guy, so of course he had nothing to do with it! Wocky grumbled as the other spoke – maybe he was a bit right, maybe he had blamed him first, but that didn’t really make any of this okay! It shouldn’t have taken this guy that long to just take his word for it. Such insolence would’ve granted him a hell of a beatdown in the Kitaki household but well, this wasn’t the Kitaki household.

When he’s scolded for tugging at the string at making it shorter, he just scowls, smacking the other kid’s hand away. He obviously had no idea who he was trying to boss around! Wocky then of course, yelled at him, telling him to spill any information he might know on the subject, and although the guy momentarily yelled at him, getting a rise out of Wocky, he suddenly stopped, his eyes widening.

“What, what th’hell are you…” Wocky blinked a couple of times, repeating his words. “Red string of fate? Th’hell is that shit? Sounds stup—“

An invisible string tying two people together, no matter how far they are, they’re destined to meet each other?

“Awwww heeeeeeeeeeell no!!”

Wocky let out a yell, just about as loud as the other guy’s, though he wasn’t blushing as much as he was. Hell, he wasn’t blushing at all, he was just angry! Angry enough to yell at the top of his lungs and try to overpower the other guy!

“YEAH LOOK WHO Y’ALL TALKIN’ TO Y’THINK I WANNA BE STUCK WITH SOME PUNKASS LIKE YOU?! THAT’S GAY! HELLA GAY! WHO THE SHIT IS HIMAWARI-CHAN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN—EY EY EY!”

Eyes widened further as he watched the bespectacled boy begin tugging at the string, and it was clear as day to any idiot that the string was definitely getting way shorter! Wocky scrambled to grab Watanuki’s hand, pulling it away as he continued to yell at him to stop.

“You’s jus’ makin’ it worse, y’idiot!” He exclaimed with an exasperated sigh once he managed to get him to stop, directing his gaze to the string. He lifted his hand back and groaned further once he noticed that the string was about a foot in length.

“LOOK AT WHAT Y’ALL DID! IT’S FREAKIN’ TINY NOW! WE’S STUCK EVEN CLOSER AND IT’S YOUR GODDAMN FAULT!”

[foxfriend]

more like a ball and chain || sof event (watanuki)

[noodlefriend-blog]

That wasn’t how Watanuki had thought at all! Of course he wasn’t some kind of saint- all he did was try and help out a stranger who was hurt! Wouldn’t any decent person do that? Even if they had, apparently, the brightly dressed male hadn’t cared in the slightest- he’d even told Watanuki to leave him alone and never talk to him again the very first time they met, which had pissed him off to no end. He was so rude, so why would he even want to bother with him after that?!

He would’ve been fine staying clear of the older male, so why was this situation turning out this way? Did Wocky dislike him that much, even though all Watanuki had done was help him after he stupidly got himself into a few fights? But to tie their pinkies together with an oddly long string, and to take all of his things— he couldn’t understand what significance that could have had to anything. .. unless the other was just trying to make him mad. His plan was working quite well if that was the case.

” IT COULD’VE BEEN YOU!! I-I KEEP SAYING, I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! I— o-ow! “

Unexpectedly, Watanuki was suddenly pulled forward when Wocky roughly tugged on the string, causing his curled up finger to straighten despite itself. Normally, the action probably wouldn’t have caused much pain to anyone- but his right pinky was more or less dead. It would never move again, and having it forced to sent a shock through his entire hand, visibly wincing from the action. He couldn’t even catch himself when the other grabbed him by the collar, yelling in his face— although Wocky’s words made him stop for a second, blinking in confusion. Wait- he.. didn’t take his things? Was he telling the truth?

” Y-you— h-huh?! But—.. wh-when I woke up, everything was gone, and you’re— eh?! W-wait! “

His own hands flew up in defense, squeezing his eyes shut to prepare for the sudden impact of a fist, but Watanuki was surprised to find that nothing happened.. except, for some reason, when he opened his eyes, their hands had become closer due to the string getting.. shorter?!

” Th-this.. ” lifting up his own hand a little, he looked at his still aching finger, glancing to Wocky’s. This thing— was it more than just a string?

” W-would you listen to me?! I didn’t do this! L-like I said, I— I woke up like this, and it led me to you! That’s why I thought you took all of my things! But.. ” a look of confusion came, quickly masking the frustration that was previously there. ” You.. really didn’t, did you? “

[foxfriend]

Was he seriously still going on about it having been Wocky who tied them together?! That made absolutely no sense! What did he have to gain from it? Absolutely nothing, and that was enough to not do it! Besides, hadn’t he told this guy to get lost? He didn’t want anything to do with him, so he certainly wouldn’t pull some idiotic trick like this! He didn’t care if he’d come off as rude or unappreciative to the other guy (who’s name he hadn’t even bothered to remember) he just wanted to be free of him already!

He did take notice of the fact that the tug on the string had caused the other pain, but it hardly mattered to him. If anything it was simply an added bonus, and as he curled his fingers around the boy’s collar, he gritted his teeth further, not quite sure just what he’d have to do to get this guy to believe him.

“Maaan I don’t know why yer shit went missin’, but I’m tellin’ you! I didn’ take it! So y’all better stop blamin’ me ‘fore I—“

Would he listen to him? Wocky sighed, deciding to clamp his mouth shut for a moment, and giving the other a moment to speak. So the string led him to him, huh? Wocky groaned, then dropped Watanuki onto the floor, running his now free hand down his face.

“I already told y’all I didn’t! I got a bunch of great shit of my own, why th’hell would I want yours?! An’ for th’record, I didn’t do this either!” He raised his right hand up, all fingers minus his pinky curled inward. A red string tied to their pinkies, tying them together? Really, he didn’t see the point of it! Was it supposed to be a joke, cause he failed to see the punchline here. He moved to try and pull it off again, and watched in surprise as it shortened yet again.

“I don’ get it! Why th’hell we tied together anyway? And why th’string gotta be red man, I don’ even like red! Fuckin’ creepy ass string too look, it’s like it’s alive er somethin’! Ain’t y’all know somethin’ ‘bout dis, nerd?!”

[foxfriend]

a lesson learned! || closed (baddap)

There had to be better ways to relieve stress than this. No, in fact, Wocky Kitaki knew there were better ways, but he simply didn't care for them. There was no point in abiding to what someone else thought would be good for him if in the end it did absolutely nothing for him. He was already wholly aware of the therapeutic effects beating the shit out of private property, and thus, he was more than ready for some therapy.

At home, he could just head down to the private training rooms and punch around the dummies and punching bags, but really, what was the fun in that? Where was the thrill? Wasn't it way funner to destroy something that belonged to someone else and try to get away before anyone caught you? That was the part of the therapy, after all! Not to mention how absolutely gangster it was, yep.

So here you had one Wocky Kitaki, out after dark, near a back part of the school, baseball bat in tow. Totally not his weapon of choice, but he wasn't about to break his knuckles just because he wanted to break some shit. A wild grin was plastered on his face, slight chuckles escaping as he allowed pent up anger and frustration to flow from his body as the bat connected with trashcans, boxes, and others things littering the area he was in.

Surely, there was no one else around. Not that it really mattered, any smart person wouldn't dare to get near a delinquent like him, right?