Weakness is Cool -Done, Open-

[Gouriki]

"What a weird fact of life, that everyone has some weakness even if they don't know it... kinda crazy if you ask me." The stretching of his grasp to the sky as he held the rock airborne, looking from side to side, the edges creeping over his fingers as he utilized the tips to press against the stones body. His fingers pressed deeper linking inward with more of the rough edges. "I wonder, what's my weakness..."

"Probably your obliviousness..." A voice spoke with a chuckle, as the eyes of the male linked to his, and he scratched his head. "You're always so bent on doing something, you completely forget something else... It's always been something you had, makes you look stupid." A low sigh came from the individuals lips, and gripped his bag slowly.

"Hey, are you saying I'm stupid?!" He yelled proclaiming after he had thought of this more as an insult than an actual assessment of himself. The more he had thought of it however, the dumber he had seemed to be, as he caught himself for a moment and gestured for him to come closer, and as he did, he laughed. "So what if I am oblivious you are overly narcissistic and demanding, dumbass."

"Is that so, Mr. 'ILOVEBOXINGMORETHANLIFEITSELF-Idiot'." As the battle of words raged on, and they only went at each others throats, they had stopped after ten minutes, began laughing and poising themselves at the women around them, acting so much for the fact that they wanted girlfriends, and thinking about the girls in class, well for the boy with the oblivious facts, Boxing and Girls.

"Dude, check it out... isn't that Mayaki from school..." This girl, with her figure perfect, her body sizes so great and her own disposition so drawn was often dumbfounding to why she was so out of his reach, he was a boxer, someone who could not only fight, but was considered one of the strongest men in Karakura High... but that was because, she hated fighting, which was why he would never have had a chance in the first place... 'Too brutish and petty, people trying to hurt others is wrong, that means you, Tsunzaku-senpai!' is what she said after he had asked her.

He was admittedly terrible with girls because he always said whatever he thought and didn't worry of what others thought... which with women made him look like a bastard. The time it took for him to sigh, became a factor as he moved forward looking back to his friend with his eyes closed after a while. "Dammit, I'm so never getting a girl dude..."

"Don't beat yourself up about it... you will find something or someone who understands your dumbassery and loves you for it..." He laughed a bit, patting his back as they walked onward, Gouriki's eyes still closed, and his friend turning his head towards him, sighing. With this a clash became apparent as Gouriki with his well-built physique, knocked into something...

[Reddo~]

We're moving to Karakura!' His parents told him. Fletch didn't even know where the hell Karakura was, but his parents obviously did, because they were fine with uprooting him from the house he grew up in. Coming to this town was underwhelming, nothing special about it at all. The houses pretty much all looked the same, the people looked boring the town had nothing special going for it at all.

Fletcher stumbled, taken by surprise by an ignorant boys clumsy movements. Fletcher's cold blue eyes looked over his shoulder in which his black jacket was draped over. This person's clumsy actions must have been on purpose, or his mind was truly elsewhere, for he carried his body with a warriors grace, and the scar painted high across his face like a badge of honor probably wasn't from falling down some stairs.

"You can say sorry." Fletcher said with a soft tone, underlaid with a ripple of anger, momentarily forgetting his training, and forgetting to respect people, but he knew it wasn't his fault, so there was no need to apologize. Fletcher's left hand gripped a cool handle that were in a special holster in his jacket, the handle attached to a tonfa that was the twin of the one strapped to the parallel side. Fletcher could blow of some steam, being uprooted once again to such a boring city was... stressful, and maybe he would do Karakura favor by making it more interesting.

[Gouriki]

"Wow buddy, easy watch where you're going next time, you need to be more careful!" The boys lips came and went with the ignorance of a thousand ignorance of a thousand rockets and only caressed the fact that he was being the idiot and not the individual who had went into him, but he was again oblivious to this fact, and with that the shout had came. The shifting of his body came forth as he and his companion began walking away once more, Gouriki's hand sin his pockets now.

'You can say sorry...' These words trailed off in his mind as his fist clenched and his eyes came straight to the males, with an expression of anger reaching his face. his feet tapped the ground as he stood directly watching him, his friend looking a it scared at this fact. Now, Gouriki wasn't a bully, however, he was bad-tempered, enough that some remark may make him angry at least when he wasn't in fighting form, a much more focused and different set of ideals would be made.

"Me saying sorry... I didn't do anything wrong you bastard." The eyes of people around him, including the supposed 'crush of his life' had watched with the slow wilting of the respect she had had for the boxing-dumbass. He said nothing with the clenching of his fists, as the male had gotten close to his own weapons. Now, what would happen next. There would only be one thing, his companion knew what it was and was a bit afraid of such an idea, because Gouriki's strength was much greater and he had won every fight he had been since that little incident, even against gangs of individuals, he had seemed a bit "different".

The fact was now, when Gouriki placed his mind into something, he was going to do it, and he wasn't afraid to fight or even show his strength, but he would usually say sorry afterward, that being said, he was a "warrior" and if fighting was the answer he would gladly accept that challenge, in an instant. "Looks like you got some weapons there... are you a fighter too?" He said as the shifting of his eyes had caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the individual rummaging through his things.

"Gouriki, you idiot!!!" The familiar voice of his affection Mayaki-chan had began to say, not realizing she was watching at first, however, he turned to her, seeing her angry face, as she came towards him, finally, and began to poke his chest. "You fighting him won't prove anything now come on, damn it!" She screamed as he grasped his arm.

"H-hey, let me go! I gotta kick this guys ass, he just insulted me after I did nothing, all that smug dumb shit!" He said as he was being pulled away, the company of which began to follow was coming along as well as he was being pulled. "Hey you, kid with the smug look! Meet me at the park later tonight and we can finish this you little bastard! I'll show you why rudeness isn't tolerated by Gouriki the Fist!" He said with his last breath being an "ow" from a slap on the forehead from the girl and then a hit on top of his head from his so called friend.

(time-skip, two hours)

[Reddo~]

Well. A formal challenge. Maybe the people in Karakura weren't as boring as he had originally thought. Fletcher waited in the park, sitting on a park bench that sat next to twin basketball courts. Fletcher rubbed the bottom of his shoe on the asphalt, slightly peeling up the edge where it met with the grass. It was new, soft, and warm in the sun from the day before; the heat seemed to be taking its sweet time to leave the earth so it could watch this fight as well.

He surveyed the surroundings, the basketball courts were a fairly standard size for a park, only 50 by 30 or so meters each, and the only form of cover or obsicle would be the bench he was currently seated on, and the four basketball hoops, if the thin metal poles could even be considered protection.

He spun his tonfas slowly in both hands with his jacket still draped lightly on his shoulders. The metal shafts that glinted in the dying sunlight were polished to a shine, and he knew the twins could bring down this enemy. Maybe his opponent would make him put away his weapons, maybe he was a coward. As he thought about what his enemy could do, his eyes shifted back to the sun, the final rays casting the sky a deep orange with purple, blue and black creeping in like waring entities. With the darkness would inevitably come the cold, and he did despise fighting in inclement weather.

[Gouriki]

"OK... close is clear..." The shifting of his eyes than his head had confirmed that without a doubt, he was trying to escape the clutches of the girl he had upset early on, the fact was he hated that she hated watching him fight but, oh well, he loved to fight, would probably become a professional one day and that would be that. He grasped his shirt and then looked to the individual that was right where he said to be, taking his steps forward a small smirk came on his lips.

"So... now that we are alone... god why do I have to say this... you seem a bit different... or am I wrong?" His fingers then began to curl up his shirt, balling it up and throwing it towards the bench on the side of which he came towards him. "You seem, "special" within the sense that you have some type of aura about you... nevertheless, I realized it after you had a bit of "killing intent' you seemed to want to fight me..." He stood talking for a moment before placing his hands in his pockets.

"Who are you, I've never seen you around her before, I've faced these bastards and none of them have the same special energy you've got, so be serious, and lets fight, fair... well as fair as weapons get." His body seemed relaxed, his scars on his body showed with the roughness that blended into his tanned skin, he paused and sighed looking to the moonlit sky before stretching and then stepping back using a sort of footwork, leaping with one foot to another and then stopping.

"I don't like attacking people with sneak skills, I like to face them in a brawl if I can, shows a bit more character don't you think?" He began to shift into a different "gear" slowly turning his smile into a frown, his body beginning to move a bit, his legs bent and his back bent slightly, the serious eyes would come, the eyes that the individual worked to obtain, the eyes that only a warrior could have.

"Shall we begin, dumbass?" A final word before the beginning of battle, the fight had been set, and his voice had been heard.

[Reddo~]

"You talk to much." Fletcher said softly as he brushed his jacket from his shoulders. HIs white dress-shirt flowing freely, the top button undone, was pristine and clean, as were his black dress-pants. He did like to keep himself nicely dressed, and had no intention of getting them dirty, which was why he was glad the asphalt they were about to do battle on was fresh, it didn't tear clothes as easily, and wasn't as dirty. It was Perfect.

Fletcher lifted his right tonfa, just to under his chin, with his left near his waist. Fletcher was different, he knew it, he was trained to know it. Whether this guy knew exactly how different remained to be seen, but either way, he would fall here, tonight.

Fletcher's first step would most likely be the slowest for the rest of the match, for his first step catapulted him into a run that would seem like a straight line to anyone who couldn't predict the sudden dash to his right, and the fast punch to the mans ribcage. Fletcher wasn't about power, he simply needed to cripple him quickly.

His eyes were like this boys, hard daggers that cut into enemies, the steel only a warrior had. Fletcher, unlike this boy, never sheathed his blades. His eyes were always hard, always cold; he would never sheath them, not in the presence of family, a king, or even a god. That was his way.

[Uuhayd]

Nire yawned, lazily looking out on the basketball court. He layed comfortably in the V-crook of a tree, his frequent evening hangout. It faced the courts where he could watch pickup games in the waning sunlight. Nothing much had gone on today, there was a small game earlier but they cleared out before anything got interesting.

Rubbing his eyes, Nire saw two young men on one of the courts. One had thrown his shirt off and held himself in a fighting stance. Nire knew him, the whole school knew him. He was the best boxer in town. Nire sort of felt sorry for the other guy, he'd have to have a few tricks up his sleeve to beat someone like Gouriki. He watched intently as the new student rushed at Gouriki. "He's pretty quick." Nire commented to himself. "Maybe this will be interesting after all."

[Gouriki]

The tonfa, something he knew a bit about thanks to his knowledge of various martial arts, the ability to fight with tonfa was something of difference inside the fact that they were used to quickly cripple the foe by attacking pressure points and bone joints, this was something interesting. The stepping of the male however, was not.

Thanks to the swiftness that was gained from both his speed and skills at boxing he had easily ducked and shifted his foot inward towards the males body and glided his fist towards his waist clinching it tightly. 'Looks like this will be a quick end, he threw his body so far into my reach that I actually found an opening so quickly!' His fist was exceptionally quick, and his body was very close to the ground almost like a ducking position, however he was ready to push-off.

"A boxing technique, called, Gazelle Punch!" A technique that derived all the power from the feet of which would release excess of power by the launch of the position and the power that had formed from its usage, Gouriki trained his body during age ten to learn this technique and it was also an excellent move to catch opponents off-guard because of the spring motion in the legs, plus the power it had to incapacitate opponents.

The technique was incredibly close, without a doubt he would not stop his onslaught there, oh no, Gouriki was known as a brawler, someone who only stopped fighting until he landed a "K.O." or in this case, an unconscious individual, though he would not be killing tonight. As he slid forward his fist came backwards from his right side, going towards the males face with a powerful hooking punch derived from the the waist, trying to catch him with a hit towards the top of the head, in order to finish this fight within the mere seconds it started.

[Reddo~]

Fletcher was surprised at the mans dexterity, and speed. No one has ever dodged his attacks, especially in such an unorthodox way. To duck so low, so quickly was almost ridiculous, and if it wasn't for the Boxer's gabbing, there may have been a ghost of a chance the punch would strike him. Unfortunately, putting his whole body into such an uppercut, turning himself into a fully coiled spring meant he wouldn't be able to redirect once the spring was let go, unless he wanted to lose almost all of his punches power.

Fletcher kicked backwards, his right foot pushing his body away from the boxer with grace, and hardly stopping once he touched the ground, then hopped backwards twice more. All Fletcher needed to do was to hit him as hard as he could as fast as he could.

[Gouriki]

'He dodged that punch, he is quick, that punch was made to quickly dispatch an enemy like a trap, the extension within his arm should have took longer, but it only took him a second to change his weight and to dodge so quickly... dammit this may be harder than I thought... I like it.' He processed the situation in his mind and began to try and set-up a balance for both his posture and his power, this however came way to slowly, as the male had already created a counterattack in that split second, as the males back was turned, a speedy and indecisive blow would come to his body.

'What the hell was that just now, his body, he actually enough power to derive a kick from that position in the time it takes me to maneuver back into stance, what is he?' He began to slide back, though the kick was quick, it had no bite to it, something Gouriki had learned from his training was that if you worked your muscular frame in your abs and center you could dust off blows from attackers towards that part, and with so much training under his belt the blow felt like nothing more than push of speed, but not strength.

"You got some quickness, gotta hand that to ya, but even with all that quickness, your attack has no bite to it, doesn't even hurt all that much." He said beginning to get back into stance, shifting his stance into a different position and smirking a bit as he had done so, he would begin by showing the varying techniques he had studied and learned for years, and this stance would be a strong one, something within a certain form called 'Hitman or Detroit Style', in which you take an all out offensive approach and are able to attack an opponent with an extreme amount of pressure and blows, the signature of this style, the Flicker Jab...

As his arm began hanging and swaying his feet touching the ground for seconds at a time, he hadn't move from his spot only watching as the individual would come to him, a big mistake if he did, as Gouriki would wail him with strong flicker jabs utilizing his wealth of boxing experience, posture and knowledge to possibly overwhelm and destroy an opponent. Although he studied the basics more, "his most powerful punch is a straight with much more 'oomph' than normal", he only grasped his fist tightly in a grip and chuckled.

"Well, you coming to fight or am I going to have to whoop your ass myself?" After a fact finding entry into this battle, he would begin to focus and make it apparent this would be serious, the fact that this guy could fight was one thing, but his fists were known to be like dynamite, something that could destroy you with one move if hit, that's why he was known as one of the strongest fighters in Karakura when it came to boxing or brawling and that was also why when he fought brawls he usually had to deal with crowds, a reason why he studied the 'Hitman' style.

[Reddo~]

Still talking. Fletcher's tonfas were parallel to his forearms, brushing lightly against his sleeves as he took deep, slow breaths with the crisp night air tickling the inside of his nose and filling his lungs with a peculiar feeling. It kept him alert, focused. He could see his breath coming out in small white puffs of steam from his nostrils, and he knew he needed to end this quickly, the cold always made him lose focus.

Fletcher gripped the tonfa tighter than before, the rubber sinking under his finger, falling into groves made from years of use, and years of squeezing it under stressful situations. Now was not the most stressful, now was not the most important. Now nothing was on the line, not pride, not honor, just a grudge against this boxer's rudeness. He would break him now.

His right hand loosened against the rubber and let it go limp, the metal pole pointing towards the ground before being spun and gripped just as tightly as before. He was going to impale this boy in the throat, he was going to crush his windpipe and kill him here in this park. Not for honor. Not for glory, but simply for a grudge, and simply to blow of steam.

His leg muscles tensed, rippling under his skin hidden by his clean black pants preparing the sudden movement that would soon come. His stance widened, his left leg moving behind the first , with his right under his shoulder. The left leg spread to be even with his left shoulder as well, his shoes gripped the asphalt tightly; another reason why he liked fresh asphalt, his shoes could grip it, no mater their make.

Her it was, his preparation for the jump only took two seconds, Two seconds to long maybe, he had debated whether to go through with what he was about to do, but his dislike for this man over ruled his moral code. His moral code... no, it was his parents moral code, a code that he only lived by when they were present.

So now, as they were not present, Fletcher's legs were being fed an energy supernatural in essence, and they were fed so quickly, and the next movement Fletcher made was so fast, t seemed instantaneous, his appearance accompanied, almost followed, by a distinct slicing sound like a perfect sword cutting through air. The momentum gained by that movement launched his hand, and indeed the tonfa with it, like a bullet, and the strength behind the strike that the boxer said he was lacking in, would be compensated many times over by simple physics: Mass times acceleration equals force.

Luck was not on Fletcher's side on this night, for standing before him, gripping his hand like a vice, was a man who bore the same eyes as Fletcher, and who carried himself with the same authoritative poise. He, however, didn't look happy in the slightest.

"What... did I tell you about fighting,

[/color] the mans grip made Fletcher cringe, his teeth clenched and his knees buckled. "Wait until mom hears about this..." This man pulled Fletcher's arm in an awkward direction, almost enough to break it, and started to pull him away from the park with Fletcher's body contorted to minimize pain."She's going to be mad, Fletch, very very mad." He whispered to, what must have been his younger brother.

Fletcher's cold blue eyes managed to catch the boxer, and they didn't simply carry the anger from the day before, now they carried a hate that would not be broken, even if Fletcher was. He was blaming this boxer for whatever was about to happen, and he was swearing vengeance.[/blockquote]

[Gouriki]

The man didn't say anything, he was just standing there looking as if something had begun to bother him, step by step the staring contest would rage onward the two forces watching with their bodies seemingly brimming with the madness of such excitement. And then it would come, almost within a flash it would seem, both his eyes would seem to not believe what would happen next.

As the individual began to move, a sensation had overcome Gouriki, something that never came over him before. The silence of the air around him drew closer to what would seem a speedy blur, what quickness could be seen, not this one, only to realize something was wrong, the male had disappeared from his sight almost completely. 'What in the he-"

The wind began to blow, as Gouriki had begun to turn within the distance that began to close, not even being able to read the speed that was coming towards him, the strength about to hit him, the very essence that speed would obtain within the frozen stillness of his now stopped body. He paused, hearing the voices of a male grasping the arm right before that of an attack would come.

'What was that... what the hell was that?' He said to himself, as Fletcher began to go away with the individual, Gouriki had stopped, took a deep breath and then opened his lips. "Hey! What the fuck was that just now?!" He said running towards the direction they were going quickly trying to catch up to them, alas poor Gouriki stood alone, looking over what would seem like the disappearance of two souls, one unknown, and one he would now call his own rival.

Staring forward he gripped his fist, and punched a tree with incredible force, the force knocking the tree over with minimum effort, he growled softly, and sighed as the tree made a large thump. He scratched his head. "What the fuck was that... that trick... I've never seen anything like it..." With this, he paused and then scratched his head, his eyes closed, as he had begun his walk of shame.

"I can't let that battle end... I will fight him next time... I want to see that trick that he did..." He said walking off, taking a few steps forward and not talking to anyone he had seen, going forward only to his home, thinking of that single trick.

[Reddo~]

[OOC: And official Thread Exit]

[Uuhayd]

Nire's eyes were glued to the fight. Neither of these people were normal. The boxer was much too powerful to be an ordinary human, and that other student was much too fast. It was the best show he had in awhile. At one point it crossed his mind to join in, but he decided it would be smarter not to risk his well-being. After all, knowledge is power.

The fight only got more intense as the student evaded a powerful technique from Gouriki. His movements were fast, faster than Nire's. He also noticed energy flowing into the student. It didn't come from within him, it flowed from the environment. His eyes widened before chuckling to himself, "This night just keeps getting better and better." he said quietly.

Suddenly, the battle was over. The student's final attack was interrupted by an even stronger man, cutting short his entertainment. How he had gotten there so fast, Nire hadn't a clue. "I'll have to keep an eye out for these two." he whispered as the student was dragged away by the man. "And him too." Lazily, he jumped out of the tree, landing gracefully on both feet. He turned his back and began to walk towards the park exit. "Maybe things will get fun around here." He knew it was dangerous to tempt fate, but boredom is a mind-numbing thing.

[Exit]