Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 17:04:15 GMT -5
Later that night, after the boardwalk, Aito and his little sister Minnie sat at their hardwood, grand table. It was an oddity then, having chairs and such high tables, but Neither Dano nor their mother Chou cared much for mindless adherence to Japanese custom. Chou was in the kitchen(there was no wall between the kitchen and living room), preparing their meal, while Dano drunkenly attempted to serenade her, on one knee, singing their song. Chou was ignoring him and shutting him down, but she was smiling and laughing at his antics same as the kids. He sung in terrible English, and horribly off-key, gesturing with his hands as he sung.
"L...is for the way you loook at me! O, is for the Only one...I see! V is very, extraordinary, and uhh, E is even more than anyone that you adore!"
He then stood, and while she stired the pasta(it was Italian night), he wrapped his arms around her body, and tickled her neck with his bushy mustache, uncharecteristically affectionate and bold when compared for most Japanese couples of the time. She melted in his embrace, clearly loving his touch, until she grabbed the fingers from his right hand and twisted his arm around his head, and the kids laughed and Dano gasped as the bones in his limb groaned loudly. He smiled at her, getting as close as he could without breaking his own arm.
"You want my arm, love? I'd give it if you asked!"
Chou felt the tears come to her eyes, and let go of his arm(he rubbed it quickly, trying not to appear hurt before her but kind of failing) and covered her mouth, so as not to reveal her emotion publicly. "I only want you as a whole, you big dummy!" With that, she swatted his shoulder girlishly before they held and kissed, still in the honeymoon stage after countless years together. Komosube smiled. Nothing could get between them, he knew.
The next day, he was atop a kid at school, each punch bloodying his face a little more. After the kid had been pounded to a pulp, Aito gave a laugh, getting up and comming with the official willingly. He did it.
Years later as a man, he screamed and wailed at the portrait of the dead man, blind drunk and cursing the fucker with all his feeling, a group of other drunken people who said they new him trying to hold him back. He could break all of them, but he didn't care, didn't even try to overpower them. He would leave the funeral the next day without a word to all of them. However, his mother he would kiss on the forehead and embrace, such a display of gentleness(is that a word?) for such a powerful frame. His rage built inside him, and he let it stew.
LAST WEEK-
He stood from the uppermost turnbuckle, the stupid gai-jin Jack Ryans clutched in his grasp. He grinned cruelly as he leapt from the post, legs out in a piledriver, crushing "the Watchmen" in a cruel tombstone, feeling the impact surge through him. He stood, pumped from his path of destruction, but not satisfied by a longshot.
PRESENT DAY-
She was some prostitute, some random whore he picked up off the street, the limo out of place in this neighborhood(I figure the perks of Global Domination. If they wouldn't spring for this, then this just comes from Komosube's own pocket.). It was quick and silent, neither party looking at each other, not even touching save for their privates. When he finally climaxed, without emotion on his face, or excitement, he opened the door and half led half pushed her out, throwing her panties out along with a hundred, the driver then peeling off. He was no happier now then he had been a moment ago. If anything, he felt far more hostile. So, he went back to their base of operations, and for the next couple of hours, overpowered the weights of the GiW gym, not stopping, never yielding, red-faced and exhausted by the end of it. He was dressed in workout pants and a plain black shirt, and as he sat up on the bench of the bench press, he felt the eyes looking at him. He spat out in rapid-fire Japanese.
"You here to start some shit, pencil-neck?! I'm in the mood to ring someone's head off."
He glanced over at the figure, who wore a dragon's costume, and even believed himself to be a fire-breathing lizard. He didn't care. He would play Dragonslayer in a moment, if the twerp tried anything.
"RAOWRRR!!!! GRRRGKRHAWWOR, RRR?"
He saw the Serpent-man hold up his hands in a display of peace, and his rage grew a little more. Fucking figured.
"Ahh, wouldn't matter anyway. I don't want you destroyed, stupid round-eye."
He stood, taking another swig of his Japanese-brand beer, then pressing the can against his forehead, enjoying the coolness. He walked by, bumping shoulders with the Dragon.
"Now, if you were that self-righteous dick-for-brains I'm going up against?! You'd be paste, Serpent! Now, get fucked!"
He lightly pushed Progdoor, but Progdoor did not try to attack Komosube(which was a disappointment.), and so he walked off, to his locker room. He grinned, and for the rest of the week, would do nothing but perfect his body even more and perfect his moveset in preperation against the Gai-Jin, Jack Ryans. He wanted to hear the ugly-sucker's explanation or lecture when he was in a hospital bed. Hehehe. It was only a matter of time...
OOC: I always cringe reading that first part...the love between Dano and Chou doesn't feel genuine at all. But, it was stilll a solid effort, and I managed to beat Jack Ryans, so hey! Guess it was good enough, neh?
"L...is for the way you loook at me! O, is for the Only one...I see! V is very, extraordinary, and uhh, E is even more than anyone that you adore!"
He then stood, and while she stired the pasta(it was Italian night), he wrapped his arms around her body, and tickled her neck with his bushy mustache, uncharecteristically affectionate and bold when compared for most Japanese couples of the time. She melted in his embrace, clearly loving his touch, until she grabbed the fingers from his right hand and twisted his arm around his head, and the kids laughed and Dano gasped as the bones in his limb groaned loudly. He smiled at her, getting as close as he could without breaking his own arm.
"You want my arm, love? I'd give it if you asked!"
Chou felt the tears come to her eyes, and let go of his arm(he rubbed it quickly, trying not to appear hurt before her but kind of failing) and covered her mouth, so as not to reveal her emotion publicly. "I only want you as a whole, you big dummy!" With that, she swatted his shoulder girlishly before they held and kissed, still in the honeymoon stage after countless years together. Komosube smiled. Nothing could get between them, he knew.
The next day, he was atop a kid at school, each punch bloodying his face a little more. After the kid had been pounded to a pulp, Aito gave a laugh, getting up and comming with the official willingly. He did it.
Years later as a man, he screamed and wailed at the portrait of the dead man, blind drunk and cursing the fucker with all his feeling, a group of other drunken people who said they new him trying to hold him back. He could break all of them, but he didn't care, didn't even try to overpower them. He would leave the funeral the next day without a word to all of them. However, his mother he would kiss on the forehead and embrace, such a display of gentleness(is that a word?) for such a powerful frame. His rage built inside him, and he let it stew.
LAST WEEK-
He stood from the uppermost turnbuckle, the stupid gai-jin Jack Ryans clutched in his grasp. He grinned cruelly as he leapt from the post, legs out in a piledriver, crushing "the Watchmen" in a cruel tombstone, feeling the impact surge through him. He stood, pumped from his path of destruction, but not satisfied by a longshot.
PRESENT DAY-
She was some prostitute, some random whore he picked up off the street, the limo out of place in this neighborhood(I figure the perks of Global Domination. If they wouldn't spring for this, then this just comes from Komosube's own pocket.). It was quick and silent, neither party looking at each other, not even touching save for their privates. When he finally climaxed, without emotion on his face, or excitement, he opened the door and half led half pushed her out, throwing her panties out along with a hundred, the driver then peeling off. He was no happier now then he had been a moment ago. If anything, he felt far more hostile. So, he went back to their base of operations, and for the next couple of hours, overpowered the weights of the GiW gym, not stopping, never yielding, red-faced and exhausted by the end of it. He was dressed in workout pants and a plain black shirt, and as he sat up on the bench of the bench press, he felt the eyes looking at him. He spat out in rapid-fire Japanese.
"You here to start some shit, pencil-neck?! I'm in the mood to ring someone's head off."
He glanced over at the figure, who wore a dragon's costume, and even believed himself to be a fire-breathing lizard. He didn't care. He would play Dragonslayer in a moment, if the twerp tried anything.
"RAOWRRR!!!! GRRRGKRHAWWOR, RRR?"
He saw the Serpent-man hold up his hands in a display of peace, and his rage grew a little more. Fucking figured.
"Ahh, wouldn't matter anyway. I don't want you destroyed, stupid round-eye."
He stood, taking another swig of his Japanese-brand beer, then pressing the can against his forehead, enjoying the coolness. He walked by, bumping shoulders with the Dragon.
"Now, if you were that self-righteous dick-for-brains I'm going up against?! You'd be paste, Serpent! Now, get fucked!"
He lightly pushed Progdoor, but Progdoor did not try to attack Komosube(which was a disappointment.), and so he walked off, to his locker room. He grinned, and for the rest of the week, would do nothing but perfect his body even more and perfect his moveset in preperation against the Gai-Jin, Jack Ryans. He wanted to hear the ugly-sucker's explanation or lecture when he was in a hospital bed. Hehehe. It was only a matter of time...
OOC: I always cringe reading that first part...the love between Dano and Chou doesn't feel genuine at all. But, it was stilll a solid effort, and I managed to beat Jack Ryans, so hey! Guess it was good enough, neh?
