Broken Rage [Lanza]
Mar 17, 2014 1:48:12 GMT -5
Post by Kouichi Osaka on Mar 17, 2014 1:48:12 GMT -5
Kouichi growled quietly as he stalked through a quiet park, dark crimson eyes scanning the darkened, snow-dappled grass as if it could tell him what he wanted to know. He was absolutely furious and there wasn't much he could do that would calm him down at the moment. It wasn't like there was anything he could take his anger out on, his target having once again slipped from his grasp. He'd seen her through a crowd of people, but likewise she'd seen him. She'd run of course. She knew well enough what he looked like with his white wig and red contacts, and she also knew well enough that he would likely rip her apart with his bare hands if he ever caught her. There was no way she couldn't know, what with the scars she'd gained from her first encounter with him after the fire she'd set.
He thought he'd seen her run into this park, but there was no sign of the fighter at all. Not even a footprint in the slightly muddy grass. Snarling, Kouichi turned on his heal, intending on going home and getting some much needed rest. However, a scream caught his attention. Brows furrowing more, the tattoo artist turned to where the voice had come from, darting in that direction.
Soon enough, he came into view of a somewhat large foreign man, tall and imposing, standing over the form of a young woman who was laying on the ground, clearly having just been struck, if the blood dripping from a freshly split lip was any indicator. The woman was staring up at the man, clearly terrified, but pleading with him to stop. Kouichi smiled grimly at this. Looked like he had an outlit for his fury after all.
Running up to the pair, Kouichi grabbed the man by the shoulder as the man lifted his foot, likely intending to kick the woman. "I'd stop if I were you," Kouichi growled, glaring up at the taller man.
"Oh? And who's gonna stop me? A shrimp like you?" The man laughed, though he was thrown off when he noticed the shorter's crimson eyes and white hair, a brief gust of wind shifting his bangs to momentarily reveal the severe scarring on the side of his face. "Or should I say, freak?" he added, grinning as he recovered. "Hey, Miyako, how about I show you just what I'm going to do to you after I deal with this little freak?" He laughed again, but was cut off by a sudden punch to the gut. Coughing slightly from the unexpected force, he glared at Kouichi, who's expression had turned near feral, a dangerous smirk turning up the corners of his lips.
"And just who's going to be showing who what now?" the white-haired man questioned, voice growly, but unexpectedly calm for the look on his face. Before the taller man could regain his breath, Kouichi struck again, punching him hard in the face with all the force he could put into it. The man was knocked back, falling to the ground near the woman he'd called Miyako.
Miyako squeaked, scrambling to her feet and ducking behind Kouichi while holding the back of her gloved hand up to her bleeding lip. Kouichi just watched as she took shelter behind him, but then turned his head slightly to look at her with his good eye. "Go home," he growled softly, watching her for another moment until she nodded and started to turn only to suddenly stop and shout a warning. While he'd been looking at her, the larger man had managed to regain his breath and shake off the pain of Kouichi's punch, leaping to his feet.
Having not seen it thanks to being blind in his right eye, Kouichi had no time to react before the man had him by the hair. Being that it was a wig, it came off in the man's hand, slipping away from a mostly bald head littered in burn scars. A few sections of short black hair remained, all on the left side of his head where he hadn't been burned too badly. Over all, it was horrifying sight and the bigger man was thrown off once again, this time receiving a strike to the jaw. His head snapped back, his grip on Kouichi's wig loosening enough for him to snatch the wig out of his hands, though he didn't have the time to put it back on.
Suddenly, it was as if he hadn't had the upper hand at all. Shouting angrily, the man lashed out, kicking Kouichi hard in the side. Gasping harshly at the sudden burst of pain, he stumbled and the taller grabbed his arm, twisting it harshly behind his back causing Kouichi to let out another pained sound. The man's other hand came up, wrapping around Kouichi's neck. "You know what I do to shrimps who get in the way of me punishing my woman?" he asked, smirking. Not saying another word, he tightened his hand around the smaller man's throat.
Trying and failing to draw in air, all the rage left Kouichi's body as panic set in. He couldn't get the other man's hand off his neck, no matter how much he clawed, leaving bloody scratches on both his own neck and the man's hand. Slowly, he found his body giving way, hands limply falling to his side as his vision went hazy. He was going to pass out, and he couldn't help but think that maybe he wouldn't even wake up again. '...it's just a shame I never got to kill that bitch first...' he thought, making one last attempt to get free before the lack of air caused him to pass out, going completely limp in the man's grip.
Grinning, the man dropped Kouichi, letting him fall to the muddy ground in a heap. "Now, where were we before this freak interrupted us?" he asked, grinning at Miyako as he kicked Kouichi's unconscious form. The kick drew him out of his forced slumber, but barely conscious, he didn't move except to pull in deep breaths of the cold, early spring air.