This is the result of a tired, bored, restless mind..
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Shion stepped into the empty dojo, having already slipped out of his shoes and left them at the door. He hadn't brought his regular training gear with him, his attire just a black long sleeve shirt and combat pants. The floor of the dojo's training area was cool against the soles of his feet as he walked out onto the softly padded floor. He took a deep breath, exhaling it the same as he raised his hands toward the ceiling, letting his gaze follow his lifting arms, inhaling deeply as he brought them upward quickly exhaling as he brought them down to halt, extending straight out toward the walls, closing his eyes, as he moved into a slow backspin with his right shoulder, hooking his elbow into a strike into the air behind him, abruptly stopping as the extended the same arm into a soft backhand the flowed through the air, striking out at nothingness. His attention faced ahead of him as his left arm snaked out infront of him, his fingers striking out at the open space around him, his arm swinging upward and into the air forward as his left foot pushed him into leaning forward as he lifted his right knee, landing on the ball of his right foot, his right arm ending struck forward, in a punch, as his left hand had moved behind him, floating in the air behind him with his left arm extend as if it were a wing.

His torso twisted to face him forward as his left leg was dragged into a wide circular motion, halting as he rose to bound off of his right foot, bringing his left foot downward toward the ground as his foot right shot upward into a swift kick, his form landing on his left foot, bending softly at the knee to capture his impact. From this stance, he lunged forward to stomp on his right leg, bending his knees as he assumed the traditional stance of Aikido, his legs were bent at the knees slightly to set his center of gravity low, he stepped forward, leaving his right foot behind him, his left set forward and shoulder width from his right; his right foot was angled slightly, ready to absorb impact and reinforce his balance. His right hand was drawn close to his his core, his forearm parallel with his waist, his right palm open to accept any attack and turn it into retaliation. His left hand was palm forward, left arm extended, yet bent at the elbow, to absorb anything coming his way and deflect all.

Shion stepped off of his right foot, striking the air ahead of him with his left palm, then immediately stepping forward with his right foot as he swung the back of his right hand into a upward smash as if the air before him had attacked, bringing the same palm down to deflect the invisible blow sent toward him downward simultaneously striking forward with his left hand quickly, then pulling back both his elbows and lunging forward into a strike using both of his palms. He inhaled, loosing up his body and dropping his arms to his sides, shaking and he hopped back and forth in a almost playfully rhythm, raising his arms to a a combat ready position, hopping forward into a lunging right jabbing, a left quickly following after it as he lifts his right knee into a high feint kick, then to a mid kick; his torso twisted with the kick as his right leg swung in a circular motion raising high into the air then dropping into a right heel.

Shion stopped moving at this point, lowering his arms to his sides, bowing to the space and air he had "Fought" with respect and making his way out of the dojo after putting on his shoes.

Ayla giggles hidden away and watches as he leaves. Turning her head to the side and letting her long red hair fall down to cover her smile. Slowly slithering out she dashes across the dojo and watches him go. Then slipping on her shoes she patters after him on quiet feet before deciding better of it. She screeches to a halt and trips over her own feet.
"awie, oh darn it" she smiles to herself pulling back her hair so she can watch him walk away without noticing her, or so she hope. She turns to go home picking strands of grass and shredding them. She smiles to herself, dark eyes twinkling much like a child. She turns back her head once more.

Iggy had watched the boy enter the dojo, had watched him practice and decided against trying to steal from him when he left. He ran a hand through his spiky hair and sighed. "looks like no food tonight either." He whispered to himself. Suddenly Iggy snapped his head up to see a red head girl running...or trying to sneak after the boy. Iggy was quickly drawn to her because of her red hair. He shook his head, knowing he was going to have some trouble with this. He watched the girl suddenly trip and fall to the ground. She seemed to be watching the boy down the road. He carefully stepped out of the shadows and almost without a sound is beside her. "Need a hand?" He asked the girl, while holding out a hand.

A smile came brightly to Ayla's soft lips, she took the hand, puling herself up with grace. She moved back from the boy, looking at him with a searching look. It was unlike her to not notice someone in her proximity, he must be good. Her red hair fell across her face, hiding her expression as she dropped her blade of grass. Her knees bent out of reflex, readying her for a lunge or hit. He didn't seem threatening, but if he decided to put any moves on her she would be ready. She spares a glance over her shoulder, looking for her lost quarry at the end of the street. She couldn't allow him to see her, she wasn't ready yet.

"Thank you, I'm Ayla." She spoke in hushed tones, careful not to let the sound reach down the alley. She stuck her hand out, easing herself into a more natural position, her hair swished back, covering her hidden blade that ran along her spine. It was her pride and joy, though it was hard to draw from, it could always be counted upon to get her out of any situation. Her feet shifted slightly out of her shoes, aware that this made for easy get aways. Her teeth glittered in the light, her almost black eyes hidden beneath her deep bangs.

"I'm Iggy." he softly replied. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked nervously into her eyes. Taking her hand he shook firmly, but not enough to hurt. His head was starting to pulse with one of his frequent headaches and he quickly pocketed his hands. Iggy turned away and said over his shoulder "Well I gotta go." At least that's what he said but in his mind he hoped she would pull him back, or even make him stay. She was such a pretty girl and her eyes captivated him, sending shivers down his spine but at the same time making him want to just melt. What he truly wondered was who was she. Her name was Ayla but who was she truly under that, her personality and motivations.

Suddenly he stopped and asked her "Why were you following that guy?"