Re: A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

[Nyako-Chan]

Even though it hurt badly, Sora looked at it that it could be worse. It was bad right now. Really bad. But it could always really be worse. Now of course there were chances that it would get worse, but he didn't think Ryota had the strength right now to make it as worse. He only made it annoying and rather painful. Sora wasn't even sure if the skin was attached to his arm anymore. It felt like it had been torn off with the way Ryota was biting him. "You stupid cannibal," he spat. "Get off already!"

[RippedNose]

" 'M natta fuhckin canibl" Ryota grumbled out, shaking his head feircely again, despite the fact that he got more and more light headed every time he did that. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, and he was a bit afraid of passing out so near Sora, seeing as what had happened last time, but he didn't care, trying to tear the flesh off without making himself in worse shape, which wasn't really working.

[Nyako-Chan]

"Yes! Yes you are! See? Stupid cannibal, get off!" he yelled, his arm wet from blood and maybe and disgustingly, Ryota's spit. His arm just didn't even feel like it was there at the moment, save for the extreme burning pain of it that was very easy to feel. The only thing to feel. "You tearing the skin off my arm makes you a cannibal! Only mutts do this! Stupid mutts at that!"

[RippedNose]

"I'm natta canib'l 'cuz 'm nat eatin' it" he managed, the blood filling his mouth making it difficult to speak, as well as the flesh, of course. "Go die!" his voice was a bit louder, though it hurt his throat. Ryota thought of drinking some of Sora's blood to soothe his throat, but decided against it at last minute, justing working his jaw to bite through more skin.

[Nyako-Chan]

He wondered briefly if he'd be able to move his arm after this. He wondered how far he had bitten into his skin. "Doesn't matter if you're eating it or not! You're still a cannibal for trying!" he shouted. He wished he could pry him off, but to do that would be letting go of the knife, and worse, allowing Ryota to grasp it and use it against him. He couldn't let go. He'd just have to hold out as best as he could. He was determined not to lose his knife to the blonde idiot.

[RippedNose]

Ryota growled angrily, though it made a gurgling sound as more blood flowed out of his mouth. He felt his conciousness slipping again so he gave a final jerk with his mouth, feeling more skin tear before his grip on the knife slackened, as well as that on his arm, and he slumped sideways, his face covered his Sora's blood.

[Nyako-Chan]

Sora dropped the knife as Ryota let go and passed out. Finally. That had taken way too long and far too much of his energy. He didn't know if he had the energy to get away from him. He put the knife away with the one hand that had been clutching it so desperately. The other arm he couldn't even move. He tried looking at it, but it was too blood-soaked to really tell the damage. He wished he had the strength to kill Ryota right now, but he had one arm that might work, and even that was a stretch. He didn't want to pass out right there next to the idiot, so he did his best to get some distance. He left a blood trail, but it wasn't like Ryota could get up and follow when he woke up.

[RippedNose]

Ryota was peacefully passed out on the floor for a good day and a half before he woke up, blinking blearily and groaning in pain. His whole body felt like it was on fire, once again. Along with the wounds he had he'd used too much enery that he didn't have, and the phyhsical strain was really taking a toll on him. "Fuuuck" he moaned, rolling onto his stomach with much trouble, and wincing at the impact of the matress with his stomach. Well he knew he was in his room now, but he didn't know or care where Sora was.

[Nyako-Chan]

Sora had only managed to drag himself so far at the time before passing out, regaining consciousness sometime later and doing it again. Only to literally repeat. He didn't know how long it had been since then, but he was glad he was away from Ryota. He hated being near him in the first place, but now his wounds hurt twice as bad when he was close by. Call it sort of sense. He had staunched the bleeding somewhat just to see if it would help. It kind of did..-ish?

[RippedNose]

Ryota wasn't all too surprised to find that he wasn't alone in the room. "You're an idiot, I hope you know, un" came his father's exasperated voice. "You're going to get yourself killed by Sora, or you're going to kill him and die right after. Give it up, un!". Ryota groaned and craned his neck to look at his dd, raising an eyebrow.
"He's not gonna kill me, and I'm not gonna get myself killed. Is he dead somewhere anyways?"
"He's lying in a hallway somewhere. I decided not to move him" Ryota rolled his eyes at the response before closing them and passing out again, hoping to regain some strength by sleeping.

[Nyako-Chan]

Sora wanted to, but couldn't move. The hallway was where someone might stumble upon him, which would be him in a pitiful state. Laughable. Especially because the damage had been done by the klutzy retard of the base. He groaned lightly, aching. Dried blood was everywhere around him, and it was getting to the point where it was just annoying. "What have you done now?" came a voice farther down. He looked around to see his father apathetically watching him.
"Nothing. A fight," he said simply, wishing he could get up and walk off. It was even worse that his dad saw him like this.
"It shouldn't be worth it. They're both blondes, and they're both idiots. A waste of time." Sora knew this, but Ryota was so obnoxious that it was hard to not fight with him.
"Yes. I know. But he started it," Sora said, only realizing after it was out how childish it sounded. He was the adult of the two boys. Now he was sounding like the idiot child. "I mean, he's the cause. I'm fighting back to keep my pride," he covered, sighing. His dad walked off after a short continued silence. Great. Humiliating, no?

[RippedNose]

Ryota was unconcious for another week before he woke up again, feeling better, but deffinitly not great. He could move with less pain, and he didn't feel ready to pass out again. He would probably end up that way again if their fights continued. He sat up and grabbed his head, dizzy from the moment he left the bed, but it soon faded. His body had had the time it needed to heal quite a bit, so all of his wounds were scabbed over thickly, and his bruises had faded. He was hungry right away of course, so he got up, stretching, and walked through the base to the kitchen, hoping that there would be some food, and that he wouldn't pass Sora on the way, though he had no idea how much time had gone by, or where the redhead had been for that time, not like he cared.

[Nyako-Chan]

A whole week. Seriously? Had time gone that fast? Well, being injured had somewhat slowed the process of time, and at the same time fast forwarded it. Weird... Sora had mostly been resting to heal, but other than that, he was trying to get back up and get active. He hated all this lying about, even if it more than once opened his wounded and had him passing out in the middle of an activity, he just hated sitting around doing nothing. Thankfully he hadn't seen Ryota at all. Lest they get in another squabble. He really couldn't say he was healed...but it was better than before. Too much running around and re-opening wounds had left them not to heal so well or quickly.

[RippedNose]

Ryota was pretty stiff, having laid in the same position for a week, but he easily worked it off. His body was used to having to heal after things like that happened. He had the scars all over his body to prove it. he spent more time healing than he did being in perfect condition. He walked down the hall slowly, trying to mutter to himself, but to his horror he found himself unable. he mentally cursed himself for spending so long without speaking, so his throat was dry and cracked, and he couldn't speak. He ran to the kitchen with some difficulty and downed almost a gallon of water, setting the glass down when he was done and saying the first thing that came to mind which just happened to be "Fuck my life", pleased when it worked, though his voice was still scratchy. He grabbed some cheese from the fridge and started walking around while he ate it, stretching out his stiff limbs. He was sure he would run into Sora eventually, unless he had died or left the base.

[Nyako-Chan]

The time would eventually come to where he had to face Ryota again. Too bad. It was all too soon for him. He didn't like being anywhere near him, and his arm was still healing from that bite. Well, not only that, but he had used that arm while it was trying to heal, so he had only tired it out. Most of his injuries he had tired out, so he was more or less unhealed. Now what? He needed to find a way to keep busy and away from Ryota.

[RippedNose]

Ryota turned the corner in the hallway to see someone with red hair walking the other way, hoping to god it was just Sasori, but he soon saw that it was just who he was hoping had died. "Ugh, I thought you were dead already!" he said exasperatedly. His voice was rough and scratchy from disuse, but he still sounded mostly like himself.

[Nyako-Chan]

Sora groaned aloud, turning around to face whom he'd had wanted to avoid for the rest of his life....though it was far from possible. "No. Why would I be? I said a million times that you can't kill me," Sora said, rolling his eyes. "You aren't going to kill me because I'm going to kill you. Just you wait."

[RippedNose]

((heheh, had to leave cuz my mom came upstairs, but i brought the laptop to my room for a bit to send these))

Ryota crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and look how well that's working for you. I think I'm in better shape than you are" he smirked slightly, munching on the rest of the cheese in his hand, walking forewards. "I feel great after being in a coma for awhile. How long was I out for anyways?" he asked, not sure if he would get the truth, but it was better than nothing anyways.

[Nyako-Chan]

((Very nice))

"Not long enough," Sora sighed, since the peace in the base had just been brutally murdered by an idiot named Ryota. "Well, a nice long week, about. It was nice and quiet, and then you woke up. Go back to sleep soon, okay? A lot of us loved it around here while you were playing dead." Well, most members had enjoyed the short vacation from him. Itachi actually came out of his room once or twice during the week. No, actually came out in public view. That was something.

[RippedNose]

((^.^ heheh. i almost got caught cuz my mom came upstairs while i had it in my room, so i had to smuggle it back under a blanket without dropping it XD ))

Ryota was unfazed by the answer, not even batting an eye. He had fully expected it. He would have been surprised if Sora hadn't said something like that. "A week? Hm, no wonder I'm so freakin' stiff" he said, stretching his arms above his head before crossing them. "Well sucks for everyone who was having a good time, 'cause I'm good now" he grinned widely, enjoying the fact that he was making everyone except his dad and Tobi more miserable.

[Nyako-Chan]

((Great work, buddy))

"Shame," Sora muttered, walking off, feeling bad for Itachi who was seemingly enjoying the quiet.....though it was hard to tell with him. Always had been. Itachi just never did anything. Sora walked off, or at least a bit a ways from Ryota. His arm especially was hurting just being near him, not like he'd developed a phobia of some sort, but still. He'd torn off like....half the skin on his arm. It was taking forever to heal.

[RippedNose]

((^.^"))

Ryota laughed slightly, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He was sure the whole base was glad he had been passed out for the past week, if it really had been a week. As Sora walked away he opened his eyes and studied his body as he walked, the way the redhead was moving. He could see from that how injured he still was, though he wanted to know how the bite on his arm had gone. He had used up all his energy on that, and he wanted to see the damage. "How's your arm?" he asked in a slightly mocking tone, walking after him with a smirk.

[Nyako-Chan]

((Dude, watching Princess Princess anime! Yaoi! I was looking at some yaoi slide things on Youtube and Princess Princess came up a couple times, so now I'm watching it ^^ You'd like it. Check it out when you've got time tomorrow.~))

Sora suppressed wincing from the mention of his arm. "Fine," Sora growled, shielding his arm from view now that he saw Ryota looking at it. "Could be better. Heck, it wouldn't even be hear had you not been a weirdo cannibal and bit me!" As a last resort, biting might be okay. Not honorable and definitely degrading, but it would work. Ryota's case had not been last resort. More like get on his nerves.

[RippedNose]

((XD okay ^.^ i will later))

Ryota couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious to him that Sora was lying. "Psh, at least I didn't eat it. I could have taken after Zetsu and just devoured your arm. Now I don't beleive that it's fine, lemme see!" he cut the redhead off, extending his hand, palm up, expectant.

[Nyako-Chan]

Sora glared at him, annoyed already beyond belief. "Doubt that. A lot," he said, a furrow between his brow. "Its fine, you don't need to see," he snapped, backing up. Ryota looked too expectant. Why would he think for a second that Sora would cooperate and hand over his arm so he could check the damage and then maybe poke fun at him. "You're an idiot, don't touch me!"

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