"Hey Bob this is going to be good man, going to a new school, and taking it over just like the last one. What do you think Bob." Nagi was seating behind Bob holding a Bokken in one hand looking around checking everything out. Bob was always the one driving the Motorbike, Because that was one his fvt bikes. This was the first day of School for nagi, but all he could think about is taking it over, beating the living shit out of each student that got in his away. He'd be smiling, chuckling, on the road there.

Bob Makihara stared ahead intently as he drove the motor bike through the streets of Tokyo. This was the latest school that he and his best friend, Souichiro Nagi, would be attending. All ready, he could feel his friend's excitement as he chuckled on the way there. Bob was confident, as well. In their entire history, no one had ever defeated them. Their fighting skills were too great, and made mincemeat out of anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.

This development was quite different fro how things had been in Bob's eyes when he had first come to Japan. He was of South African descent, and his black skin and distinctive dreadlocks made him stick out like a sore thumb. The Japanese are a racist people, seeing themselves as being special and above everyone else. Foreigners are not trusted, and rarely granted citizenship in the country. Bob's family got past the screen, and he was forced to attend school with Japanese children. They were like animals, beating him up, stealing his property, and picking on him without mercy.

However, there was one Japanese child who regarded Bob in a different life. Souichiro Nagi was also shunned by his schoolmates, but not because of his ethnicity. He came from a family of exorcists, and they were considered weird and dangerous. Nagi approached him and told him about this, fully expecting him to shun him. However, Bob came from a society that lived in harmony with the mystic, and he actually considered them the same. The two became best friends.

Their first acts as friends was to form a two-man group called the Knuckle Bombs. They took revenge against anyone who ever picked on them or insulted them, beating them to a pulp. Nagi's street fighting and Bob's Capoeira made them a powerful force, and soon, nobody at their school picked on them again. They were expelled and forced to go to another school. Nagi loved to fight, and at each succeeding school they went to, they took it over with their powerful fists. They were unstoppable.

While Nagi was ready to fight at the drop of a hat, Bob was more quiet and reserved. He always followed his friend into battle, kicking his share of ass. However, when it came to starting fights, he never did. Not just for himself, but for his beloved Chiaki, who didn't want to see him in jail. One thing was for sure, though. When the Knuckle Bombs were around, you stayed down.

Bob pulled the bike into the back parking lot and stepped off of it. He was clothed in his uniform, and his long dreadlocks flowed in the wind.
"Come on, Bob. Let's see what kind of challenge Todou HIgh poses."
He cracked his neck and his knuckles. He then began walking toward the school.


Alan Arnan pulled his red Chevy into the back parking lot, arriving to school on time. It was amazing that after three years at St. John's Boarding School, he was now going to a public school, albeit a Japanese school. That meant uniforms, a new language, and racism. After a life as the superhero Solaris back in the States, however, he felt like it was time to relax. Checking his map of the school, he began heading for the door. He got in just behind a blonde guy and a black guy with dreadlocks.

Nagi would follow right beside Bob, All he could do is grin the whole way there. The school was beautiful you wouldn't have know that this was a martial arts school. The Cherry blossoms were being blown off the trees scattering around the school grounds. In the very front of the build it self has a brick wall going acrossed, appartment buildings on the other side of the road. Nagi stepped alittle more turning his head around, as the wind blow his hair alittle to the side. He just smiled wondering ho wthe inside looked, then the out side. Nagi was ready to fight, if anyone got in his way he'd have to beat the living fuck out of them. Bob would back him up on that. But he never starts it thats how passive he is. But me on the other hand, I'd fight anyone, and everyone. But not Bob. He is one of the coolest people I know. "So Bob how is this going to work, you want me to just ground, and pound: Or Beat the crap out of anyone that gets in our way."
He'd ask, turning his head to the left looking at Bob with a grin,.

Bob turned to Nagi and grinned back.
"How about this: You take one part and I take the other. I need room to execute my Capoeira, so make sure not to be too close. I've been itching to flip-kick somebody since this morning."
He saw an American looking guy headed for the office.
"Hey, what about that guy?"

"He looks pretty strong, and I'm getting a strong aura off of him. I think if we challenged him, we could really have some fun."
He put a hand on Nagi's shoulder.
"I know you're itching for a fight, so since I'm such a good friend, you can have him first. I'll mop up whatever's left."
Bob began heading for the American.

Nagi noded towards bob smiling alittle, with a evil grin. "Thanks man, I'll be sure to leave some for yah! Yahooo"
He'd crack his knuckes, as he runs toward the american. Once nagi was close enough, He'd exacute a quick straight punch for the american left side. Nagi was grinning as the world started to slow down making Nagi go into the zone. He was ready for this fight to start. He didn't care for anything else but this fight. "YEAH YOUR MINE!!"

Alan was looking at the map when he heard footsteps running at him. Turning his head a little, he saw the same blond haired guy from before running at him. In his mind's eye, he saw Glover coming at him with a knife in federal prison four years ago. The same adrenaline pumping sensation was now flowing through him. This punk had dangerously underestimated his opponent. For that, he would pay dearly.

Alan palm busted the punk's arm with his right hand to knock it aside, then came back with a back fist to his nose that drew blood. Grabbing the injured arm, he spun him around and kicked him square in the back, sending him through the window. Bob was surprised, having never seen Nagi beaten like that.
"You bastard! You'll pay for that!"
He charged forward and did a front flip, intending to hit the American in the face with his heel.

Alan stepped back to dodge the heel, then hit the black guy in the chin with an uppercut, causing him to crash on his back. Bob was not done, however. He got up and did a handstand on one hand before whirling through the air to land another kick. Alan was familiar with Capoeira, and knew just the counter move to put this guy down for the count. Alan waited until he was close enough, then jumped in the air on one leg. He pulled his fist back and hit the enemy square between the eyes with a superman punch. Bob crashed to the ground, issued a breath, and was unconscious. Alan exhaled then picked up his map.

A group of people had gathered, and he looked at them.
"Let that be a lesson to all of you. If you think you can push me around just because I'm an American, then you've got another thing coming. I'm very skilled in the martial arts, and I've got even more power than that. Does anybody else want some? Huh?!"

The Japanese students backed off, not wanting to mess with Alan.
"Good. Then I'll see you in class."
Alan entered the office and sat down. The receptionist looked at him.
"Young man, can you fix that window you broke in that fight?"

Alan looked at her.
"Yeah, I'll fix the window. I'll run down to the local hardware store and have it fixed by tomorrow. Is the principal in?"
"Yes, go right on in."
Alan nodded and went in to the office.

Bob awoke soon after that. Remembering what had happened, he ran to the window.
"Nagi! Nagi, are you okay?"
Bob was concerned. He hoped his friend was all right.

Jack walked along the halls, the long flowing purple gi layed on the body as it was dragged on the floor. Many students made way for this man because of the any rumours they had heard about her. They mainly consisted of his ability and brutal defeats that many have faced whenever in the way of Jack.
The most frightening rumour however was his pervertisism. For no girl or guy was left untouched (mentally) and creeped out by Jack's...well just creeped out by Jack. Something he did better then fighting, wrestling primarily, was draw.
But that was another story.

All she had done for now was wander along the halls, with a green book in his hands, and another book inside it. As Jack held the book open with one hand, and slowly flipped the pages with one hand. All of a sudden, he heard a battle cry and ran down the hall, to outside following the trail of broken glass to the broken bathhouse outside.

Jack's eye's switching contact to the book then the scene that layed between the blond kid and the girl.
Strangely enough, it looked similar to the book.
Matter of fact, Jack took out a pencil and started to quickly draw the scene, knowing that pictures like this were gold.

The only thing nagi was able to say before being flung out the window. "WHAT THE F--" He crashed right through the window glass, and shards flow everywhere. He didn't know what the hell happened, all he could see was the clouds, and blue. But all of all of a sudden there was a crash, and Nagi was breaking through the cieling of the girls showing room. He hit the ground hard falling onto someone once he came down hitting the ground pretty freaking hard. Nagi closed his eyes passed out.

He'd slowly open them back up looking all around, twisting his body around, as his face close to some girls naked body. Her body was covered with a towel, well part of it. He looked at her stuned, But she wasn't knocked out. She grabbes ahold of him, and gently kisses him on the lips. Nagi didn't know what to do about this. All he could do was pull away, and cramble into a corn. "ABaaha aha a" Is what he would say, pointing a finger in her darection.

Bob followed the trail of broken glass to Nagi. He was kissing some girl who was clad in only a towel, and some other person was drawing the scene. He approached his friend and crouched down next to him.
"Damn. That American was no joke. After he kicked you through the window, he countered everything I threw at him and knocked me out cold."

He helped his friend up.
"We'd better get to class. We can cement our fighting reputations later."
He put his friend's arm around his neck and began helping him to the door. He knew Nagi would recover soon and walk on his own. He knew, however, that he wanted revenge against that American for ruining their fun. More personally, however, he had hurt his friend, and nobody did that and got away with it.

Alan made his way to class and sat down. People were whispering about his fight, talking about how dangerous he was. They would shit their pants if they knew what he could really do. Alan was more than just a martial artist. He was a pyromancer, and could generate and control fire at will. Since it came from his cells, he could even use it in the absence of oxygen in the environment.

He had first gained his powers after two Enforcers from the Giovanni Mafia tried to burn him alive after they murdered his parents. Alan survived, killed them, then destroyed the entire family. That got him captured by the US Government, where he was locked in federal prison for a year. At the time, he had not known he;d been betrayed by his caregiver, Monica. From this betrayal, however, came a new life, where he met Erica, the girl he loved most in the world.

"Hey!" Jack shouted as the blonde kid scrambled into a corner. All she could think of was how much of a virgin this kid was acting. Still, the initial scene was still fresh in his mind as he started drawing the exact kiss.

Jack could't believe that this kid was sitting in a corner, mumbling nonsensically. Soon after a black guy came in, most probably his friend and helped him up. The two left the bathouse, leaving a lovesick girl and an angry artist.
"Get back in there!" Jack shouted, a slight tone of feminicity in the voice as he laughed at her own double entendre, turning back to the towel clothed female, smacked his lips.
"Well, bye!" He said, leaving the girl in persuit of the other two, turning a page in the green book, back to the secret book that was inside.

"You two must be new." Jack snickered a bit as he walked alongside the pair, eyes moving up and down them as if she was checking them out.

Bob turned to the person who was following them. He couldn't tell what gender this person was, and the way it acted was a combination of both genders. It seemed to be checking them out, and it creeped Bob out.
"Beat it, asshole. Or do you want a fist in your face?"
Bob was in no mood for this weirdo, and was itching for a fight, so he was not somebody to mess with right now.

Jack narrowed his eyes and snapped the book close, stuffing it down his Gi where a pocket was.
"You still don't get it, do you?" She said, circling the black guy, one foot in front of the other.
"Who did you think that guy that just kicked your buddy through the window was? Damned if I know, I've never seen him here before. Must. Be. New." Though Jack didn't need to say anything more it was implied. Weakness.

"Talk is cheap. Asshole." Jack said seriously, creating a sickening crack in his neck. He faced Bob and spread his legs shouder width apart, bent them with his right foot forward and left foot back. She opened her palms, right palm held low and left palm held up, basic defense.
"Go."
The Enforcement group is already after me, and these guys, well...

Bob was angered by this person. Who was it to call them weak? Setting Nagi down, he turned to the person.
"I don't know who he was either. Just some American with insane fighting skills."
He assumed his stance.

"But the stinging defeat he gave me has made me hungry for victory. So, I hope you won't mind if I go a little overboard and kill you where you stand."
Bob began to dance a bit, getting his attacks ready. Whoever this person was, it would not leave this battle unscathed, no matter the outcome.

Caporeira. Strange fighting technique. Jack, for one thing only knew that the style was dancing combat, but that was far enough. The black guy already started to break dance, wielding his legs as deadly weapons, as they spiraled around.
Jack wasted no time, he moved his palm so that it would stop the movement of one leg as it collided with the foot. The hit was heavy, heavy enough to break the skin of the palm.
What..is this? Thought Jack as she grimaced slightly at the pain, then reilized the next leg-
"Shit!" Jack swore as she raised another palm to block the other heel that has going to hit him directly in the face, the same heavy pressure bruising his hand.

"Die." He said angirly wrapping both arms around the captured legs. Jack backed up, and had her torso against the legs. Jack lifted Bob off the floor and held him still in the air by his legs for a brief second before pivoting his foot and smacking him down face first into the ground, letting go of the legs as the collision occured.
"How was that?" Jack asked mockingly flicking her wrists as his palms burned.

Bob felt his face hit the ground, but compared to the punch the American had given him, it was nothing. He got up, and discovered that he was not even bleeding.
"That was nothing."
Bob then danced around, whirling his legs in circles, moving so fast that this person would have no chance of blocking all of the kicks to his face. Even if he did, he would risk losing all of the skin on his palms. With full force coming at him, he had no chance of leaving the fight without intense pain.

The person was a wrestler. He fully expected that it might try to grab his feet as it came in. But that would be unwise. Bob had fought wrestlers before, and they always tried to hold down his legs. He always escaped the same way. Grabbing his legs led to one thing: broken hands and arms.

A Young man dressed also in Yankii (Delinquents') Attire was sipping an ice cold juice box, sitting by a window, and watching the fight, checking off a mental list of styles to watch out for.

Wrestling.

Check.

Caporeira.

Well Color Me Impressed: This is a surprising one. Check.



He tossed the juice box at Jack to throw him off, and help Bob. He liked these new kids, being one himself, as well as a delinquent. He was enjoying the scenes that were in this first day of school.

Once Nagi was placed on the ground. He'd place his hand on the ground looking at the fight that was starting to get ugly. The floor was hard but slick, he didn't mind it at all. He turned his head looking toward the ground, pushing off over it with his strength. He'd finely be up right looking at the two. Nagi sighed, placing his hand at the back of his neck, moving his neck in a circler motion. You'd be able to hear the creaking, and cracks to loosing the joints, Because they was stiff from the fall.

Nagi looked over to bob, making a frown. Then a grin, as he asked his friend. "You need any help with this gay. Oops I mean guy, or what the hell this thing is..?" He wanted to get this guy going, to make him retaliate towards his words. Nagi was good at getting under peoples skin. But it would make it even better for the punk to come after him for it.
"So whats your name priemadona, You seem like you good at getting on the floor Did your Boyfriend show you that." He'll Comment Humerously, snickering, and pointing: leaning over laughing with both his arms crossed his (stameck)-<--forgot how to spell-. This was one of the jokes he'd pull, if he wasn't punch out the window.

Nagi then stopped his little laughing sensation, placing both his hands together making them crack. He grinned so so evily staring at the new Apponent.

(Edited, Now I gotta work.)

"So I guess you're tougher then you look." Was all Jack could say adopting her stance once again, stepping back as she mentally debated himself to what she could do. If he blocked it again, it was obviously going to sprain his hand, though if he didn't...
There was no other choice after all, Jack had to utilize his Ki and en-
"Gah!" Was all that escaped her as a box of juice practically exploded on her, coating the one thing that truly mattered: The book.


Nagi's word's held lttle accord with Jack as his hand grasped the book. Jack quickly snapped the green book open from his waist as he inspected the contents, drawings and "secret" material, mostly safe from the purple splash. That is, until Bob's legs kicked the book away from Jack's hands, onto the floor, where the pages clattered around and the secret hentai that popped out, luckily unscathed. Jack was relieved for the safety of the book but angry at his oppenent's cheap move whether it was intentional or unintentional.

He gritted his teeth in anger as his Ki infused palm stopped Bob's leg and the leg that came after, digging his nails into his skin. Any sign of humanity in her eyes had dissapeared, looking at the kid that threw the juice box before snapping her head back to the upside down Bob with eyes of pure anger.

"Nagasaki" He whispered as his powered Ki knee charged up ahead, where it would normally hit Bob's head, but he was upside down so instead it hit the second best place. His ****.

(Hells has realized his/her mistakes, and will finish editing that post when he/she has more time. In the meantime, I'll go back in character so that we can get the roleplay back on track. Cowin, disregard the attack on Nagi.)

Bob saw the juice box explode on the book the person was carrying, not sure where it had come from. When he went in for his attack, his leg was caught and he was hoisted upward. Before he had time to twist out of it, he was forced to block a shot at his jewels.
"Wimp," he sneered, spitting at them for their use of such an underhanded strike. He was then thrown into the air. Whirling threw the air, he hit the solid glass and jumped off of it, recovering nicely. He was going to counter with a flying kick, but saw the person was busy and landed instead.

Picking up Nagi, Bob began heading for the office. First period was almost over, and they'd yet to be counted. They had to get into the student body before they could begin their path of dominance. Bob would settle things with the weird wrestler another time. He would settle things with him and the tough American...

Nagi was still alittle dizzing from the fall but still wanted to fight. In a instant he was picked up by bob with a puzzling look, they was running for the Student body.

"Huh, hey, hey. You can put me down now. You know its looking alittle wierd when eyes are looking at you..." Nagi was looking around the school seeing students staring at him, and bob. Nagi was getting alittle uncomfortible with the staring.
He tryed to scerme away from Bob's grasp.

Bob quickly let Nagi go.
"Oh. Sorry about that. I just didn't know if you could walk yet."
He looked at the students staring at them.
"What are you looking at?!"

Instantly, they all scattered and were gone, not wanting to get on the bad side of the buff black guy. He turned back to Nagi.
"Let's go inside."
He opened the door, and they were ushered in to the principal's office. They received the standard spiel about such-and-such not being tolerated, uniforms, etc. They were soon given their schedules and sent on their way.

Bob smiled as the bell rang.
"Well, well. First time we got out of the first hour."
He clapped his friend on the shoulder.
"It seems I've been hogging all the fights lately. Next time, it's all you, Nagi."

"S'cuse me..."

A Young man in almost similarly modified gakuran appeared, with a cool demeanor not unlike Jotaro Kujo. A Blue uniform rather than Black, and a Hachimaki Headband, both hands slipped into pockets

"I'm Sorry about that guy using Ki on you." He told Bob. "I just thought he needed to be put in his place, so I thought I'd do some indirect assistance."

He took his right hand out and scratched his head.

"Name's Ken. Ken McFly. And I was wondering if the Knuckle Bombs had space."

Bob turned his head as a young man appeared before them. He was also American, like the one who beat them, but seemed to be different. The guy was cool and calm, and seemed used to fights. He reminded Bob of himself.
"It's okay. You can never predict what's going to happen in a fight. That's what makes it so exciting."

Bob nodded.
"Bob Makihara. Thanks for your assistance, Ken."
His eyebrow shot up.
"You know about the Knuckle Bombs? Where did you get your information?"

Nagi noded, walking right beside bob. He looked around once they got into the class room. "Wow from the inside it looks great, and most of the girls here look great to.." He smiled, and remember the kiss. He would place his hand on his head, and yell "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE STOLE MY FIRST KISS FROM ME GOD DAMN IT!" Nagi then let his hand drop to his side, sighing alittle abit. He looked at Bob, and stood there like nothing happend

"Fights. Where Else?" Replied Ken. He stopped to notice Nagi. "Who? Want me to make her forget about you?"