âA dragon cannot be contained; it can only be slowed down.â
This girl must have had a death wish. When she grabbed the front of his shirt, Ichimaru released a low growl; a warning to the girl that if she did not back off, he was going to hurt her. He did not care who she was, that she was even a girl, but he did not like being touched. "How could I be at fault if you are the one who ran into me? You rounded that corner too fast for anything to process properly," he responded when she spoke of how he too was at fault. The nerve of this girl! "And what makes you think I am going to apologize?" he continued. She really expected him to apologize? This girl had another thing coming.
"Bad mood? Handsome?" what the hell was she talking about? This is how he always is--he never claimed to be otherwise. And as for being handsome, this was another thing that confused him. This was an unfortunate side-effect of his kind; there was nothing he could do about that. It wasn't even like he cared about aesthetics. This much was obvious in how he treated this girl before him. His own sibling was treated with a little more care, but essentially the same way. "Girl, what makes you think I care about any of that? I am not apologizing for something I didn't do. And as for these people, they should learn to mind their own fucking business," he stated, his aura becoming a bit more menacing.
Name or not, this girl would still be girl or twat to him. He does not recognize her as someone of great importance, and therefore is not deserving of remembering her name. "Also, do not touch me again, woman. I will break your arm if you do," and the seriousness in his tone suggested he would. "If you are in such a hurry, then begone already. I have no time for the likes of you," he spoke, brushing passed her as he did so, his arm colliding with her shoulder as he did so. He was well over six feet, reaching the half way mark, and she was still smaller compared to him. It was then he stopped in his tracks, a familiar scent permeating through the air. The worry in his eyes and the lack of stiffness suggested something important to him. "Ryoka," he whispered, and he disappeared in an instant.
In the Kuragiku shop, Ryoka seemed unabashed by Sayge and his comments, however; there was one that struck her. "You speak as if you have any power in what I say or do," she responded, her tone suggesting she was now bored with him. "You have no power here, Mr. Blake. It is unwise for you to say such things," she continued, turning her back to the man as she began to tend to her flowers. She was not worried about what this man could do. In the end, he would end up as the others did, however; his last statement managed to stop what she was doing.
"I am afraid not, Mr. Black. Ichimaru and myself will have nothing to do with you or your research. Suggest such a thing again, and the world will be short one scientist," she spoke, a promise she would keep herself if she had to. He had spoken to someone on the phone, and Ryoka had not missed the way his demeanor had changed when he spoke the name of Yume. Whoever this person was, they meant a great deal to Mr. Blake. She could use that to her advantage if she had to. She was not a nice person, either, and would survive in any way possible.
Something warm trickled down her lips as she raised her hand to wipe it away. "Seems I over exerted myself," she spoke as she glanced at the red liquid now coating her hand. It has been a long time since she last felt any repercussions for using her abilities, but something as menial as changing the temperature did not affect her greatly. It was just a nose bleed; nothing more. She would have passed out if she had used any of her other abilities that required more of her. Almost as quickly as Sayge left, Ichimaru appeared in the blink of an eye, his gaze fixed upon her and the blood that was now slightly dried on her nose. Immediately, he was by her side, her face cradled gently in his hands. He tilted her head from the side to the next, inspecting for any sort of damage. When he found none, he sighed with relief.
"Where is my fertilizer?" she questioned as if nothing had happened. Ichimaru only frowned. He thought she was in trouble by the scent of her blood. He was sure it would attract any of the nearby flies if he had smelled it, however; he was here before them. She would be safe for now. Instead, he merely shook his head, causing Ryoka to deepen her own frown. "Must I do everything myself?" she stated to herself.
"Sorry for giving a damn," he retorted, folding his hands across his chest. "A stupid human girl ran into me and said something about apologizing to her and the crowd of humans that had gathered. I was held back because of her," he continued, watching as a faint flicker of amusement ran across cherry blossom eyes.
"My, a simple human was able to stop Ichi in his tracks. What have the humans been breeding with, I wonder, if one could do even that much," she jested, watching as the irritation began radiating off of him. "Do not let her irritate you, brother mine. She is just one human amidst a thousand. You will forget her soon, just as the others," she spoke, allowing some melancholy to latch into her tone. For now, though, she still needed her fertilizer.
"I'll close the shop," was the only sentence Ichimaru spoke before they both departed for the store. The day was still young, after all. What else could await them?
"Bad mood? Handsome?" what the hell was she talking about? This is how he always is--he never claimed to be otherwise. And as for being handsome, this was another thing that confused him. This was an unfortunate side-effect of his kind; there was nothing he could do about that. It wasn't even like he cared about aesthetics. This much was obvious in how he treated this girl before him. His own sibling was treated with a little more care, but essentially the same way. "Girl, what makes you think I care about any of that? I am not apologizing for something I didn't do. And as for these people, they should learn to mind their own fucking business," he stated, his aura becoming a bit more menacing.
Name or not, this girl would still be girl or twat to him. He does not recognize her as someone of great importance, and therefore is not deserving of remembering her name. "Also, do not touch me again, woman. I will break your arm if you do," and the seriousness in his tone suggested he would. "If you are in such a hurry, then begone already. I have no time for the likes of you," he spoke, brushing passed her as he did so, his arm colliding with her shoulder as he did so. He was well over six feet, reaching the half way mark, and she was still smaller compared to him. It was then he stopped in his tracks, a familiar scent permeating through the air. The worry in his eyes and the lack of stiffness suggested something important to him. "Ryoka," he whispered, and he disappeared in an instant.
In the Kuragiku shop, Ryoka seemed unabashed by Sayge and his comments, however; there was one that struck her. "You speak as if you have any power in what I say or do," she responded, her tone suggesting she was now bored with him. "You have no power here, Mr. Blake. It is unwise for you to say such things," she continued, turning her back to the man as she began to tend to her flowers. She was not worried about what this man could do. In the end, he would end up as the others did, however; his last statement managed to stop what she was doing.
"I am afraid not, Mr. Black. Ichimaru and myself will have nothing to do with you or your research. Suggest such a thing again, and the world will be short one scientist," she spoke, a promise she would keep herself if she had to. He had spoken to someone on the phone, and Ryoka had not missed the way his demeanor had changed when he spoke the name of Yume. Whoever this person was, they meant a great deal to Mr. Blake. She could use that to her advantage if she had to. She was not a nice person, either, and would survive in any way possible.
Something warm trickled down her lips as she raised her hand to wipe it away. "Seems I over exerted myself," she spoke as she glanced at the red liquid now coating her hand. It has been a long time since she last felt any repercussions for using her abilities, but something as menial as changing the temperature did not affect her greatly. It was just a nose bleed; nothing more. She would have passed out if she had used any of her other abilities that required more of her. Almost as quickly as Sayge left, Ichimaru appeared in the blink of an eye, his gaze fixed upon her and the blood that was now slightly dried on her nose. Immediately, he was by her side, her face cradled gently in his hands. He tilted her head from the side to the next, inspecting for any sort of damage. When he found none, he sighed with relief.
"Where is my fertilizer?" she questioned as if nothing had happened. Ichimaru only frowned. He thought she was in trouble by the scent of her blood. He was sure it would attract any of the nearby flies if he had smelled it, however; he was here before them. She would be safe for now. Instead, he merely shook his head, causing Ryoka to deepen her own frown. "Must I do everything myself?" she stated to herself.
"Sorry for giving a damn," he retorted, folding his hands across his chest. "A stupid human girl ran into me and said something about apologizing to her and the crowd of humans that had gathered. I was held back because of her," he continued, watching as a faint flicker of amusement ran across cherry blossom eyes.
"My, a simple human was able to stop Ichi in his tracks. What have the humans been breeding with, I wonder, if one could do even that much," she jested, watching as the irritation began radiating off of him. "Do not let her irritate you, brother mine. She is just one human amidst a thousand. You will forget her soon, just as the others," she spoke, allowing some melancholy to latch into her tone. For now, though, she still needed her fertilizer.
"I'll close the shop," was the only sentence Ichimaru spoke before they both departed for the store. The day was still young, after all. What else could await them?