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Violence behind your smile; Bloodlust in your eyes // [OPEN]

Who: ~~Ichigo~~'s hollow (

suppressthedark) and YOU.
What: Someone's out a wandering, and he's not exactly harmless. Be careful...
When: Day 141 to Day 143.
Where: Around...oh, well, everywhere! yeah. :|
Rating: pg-13 to maybe r? THERE'S GONNA BE FIGHTING, but I don't think anything really explicit.

[So. He's let everyone know he's out, in control. And although that's led to confrontations, it's also led to the promise of a few good fights-and knowing him, they're going to be bloody as hell.

Although, he'd have to find the combatants first, and that might prove...difficult. But what's wrong with wandering? He'd spent too long being cooped up-why not spread his legs a little?

And that's how he's currently prowling the streets of Asgard, not deigning to go on the rooftops at all for once, since that was something Ichigo did. And even though he still had the same coloring and bright hair Ichigo did, those blackened eyes would give him away.

Maybe you run into him by accident. Maybe you attract his attention, as risky and dangerous as that is.

Or maybe you're one of those people he's said he'll fight. No matter what, he'll see it all with that deranged, arrogant grin.]

((OOC: AGAIN, This is Ichigo's hollow, so he is going to be brutal, violent, aggressive, and pretty much kinda crazy. There's a GOOD chance he may threaten/injure your character, so please tag at your own risk! OH RIGHT and I already have it planned who's going to take him down so keep that in mind!))

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[She's on her way back to her room in the Freya house from the Library. It's a fair distance to walk, but she's always enjoyed it.

Still, she's never gone anywhere without one knife tucked away somewhere, even when she's dressed her best.

But she's easier to catch off guard than Ezio. After all, she's not an assassin.]

[ah-ha.

If there was one person Hichi wanted to see, it was her. Not just because she'd annoyed him. If she didn't have the connections she had, he would have probably even ignored her.

But then again, in the best of situations, he wouldn't even been out at all.

Using his speed, he runs in front of her, barring her way forward effortlessly.]

Hiya.

[After all, catching someone totally off guard just wasn't his style. Let her try to defend herself or whatever.

He'd still come out on top.]

[Well he didn't make her flinch over the network, but having someone suddenly appear in front of you wasn't the best recipe for being at ease. Still, she handles the surprise remarkably well, stepping backwards and into a balanced stance.

She's still not afraid, but she is sufficiently surprised.]

...Buon giorno... hmm. What am I supposed to call you, I wonder?

[Goddamnit. What was with this woman? She wasn't giving him the response he so craved, and he scowls fiercely-almost like Ichigo would do when he was annoyed.

Which isn't exactly strange-he IS Ichigo, after all.]

Don't give me that.

[His body tenses, but nothing happens. Wonder why-

And then his hands are out, reaching for one of her arms with alarming speed.

Not frightening at all, huh? he'll show you.]

[Well she was too slow to stop him from grabbing her arm, but she still has one arm free. So as he grabs one arm she pulls out her knife with the other and aims it for his side.]

[In order to not be stabbed, you'd think he'd have to drop her arm and jump away, wouldn't you?

You'd be wrong.

Instead, he merely lets go of her arm with his left hand, bringing it out to let the knife slip through the gaps in his fingers, stopping the motion by clenching his hand around her fist.]

Yer slow.

[Which was the truth-Ichigo had reflexes honed for fighting at high speeds. So, it stood to reason that the hollow had them as well.]

Ya didn't really think you could stop me with that, did ya?

[And then that arrogant grin is back over his face, leering at her.]

[oh.

oh okay that was.

incredibly fast.

Caterina barely had time to register what happened, and when she does, she takes a deep breath and looks right up into the hollow's eyes. Okay, she's kind of freaked now, but she's hiding it well.]

Well it isn't impossible.

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[And hide it well she does, so much so that it makes his eyes narrow once more.]

Ya really think yer high and mighty, don'tcha?

[His grip on her arm and hand tightens, hard enough to leave bruises.]

You're gonna regret that.

[And suddenly his leg is up, knee angling to a hard hit to her stomach.

Sorry, Caterina. But he hates it when people don't give him the proper fear and respect he thinks he deserves.]

[ajsfeioagh the grip on her arm is painful enough, but then he knees her in the stomach and she doubles over, all the air blown from her lungs. She gasps, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing back a cry of pain. Instead, she focuses on regaining her breath before she looks back up at her attacker.]

If... "high and mighty..." means not caring about you... then yes.

[And she smirks at him.]

[Oh god, caterina. Why did you respond like that? His expression sobers up. and he lets go of her. Why would he-

And then it quickly becomes apparent why when one of his legs rams into her ribs, the force of it strong enough to possibly even crack a rib.

Not that he cares.]

[She has a split second of total and complete terror just before he kicks her, and then all she knows is pain as her ribs crack and she's propelled against a wall and she slides to the ground.

Her teeth clenched, her eyes screwed shut, she breathes fiercely through her nose as she tries not to whimper and barely manages to succeed.

Finally, she glares up at him through narrow eyes and hisses,]

What a brilliant way to prove your ferocity, beating a woman.

[can't stop won't stop]

[He says nothing, just stalks over, standing over her for a moment before reaching down and grabbing her hair with a rough hand, forcibly raising her head so she's face to face with him.]

I don't give a shit if yer a woman or a man.

[His grip tightens, and he gives her a shake, hissing his words out.]

No one acts like they don't care about me. Like they're better.

Because they're not.

[The instant he finishes speaking, there is the cold hard feel of a blade pressing right against the hollow's throat. One that threatens to break the skin and slice the windpipe should he continue. The figure pressing it is a hooded man, one Ichigo will so easily recognize as a friend and comrade. But here and now? He is an enemy, and one that will not forgive the hollow for his actions.

It is the fury, and cost, of incurring the wrath of an assassino. And it is one that while he may be seeking it out, he will regret doing so in the future. Ezio had only caught on too late, to realize Caterina was the one in danger, and now, she had paid for it, in order to get to him. How could he have been so blind, he should have known.

There is nothing but a scowl on his face, eyes glinting from under his hood, and from what he carries with him, he knows what the hollow is capable of.]

Let. Her. Go.

[It's said in the tone of a predator, one who does not threaten, but promises death in his wake if he is tried. A tilt of the hand upwards, and that blade digs in deeper, to prove his point.]

You wanted a fight, bastardo. Here I am. Now let her go.

[oh thank god she wouldn't have been able to keep it up much longer, not after that shake rattled her cracked ribs.

Caterina was silent at last, torn between gasping for air and keeping her breath shallow to keep her ribs from screaming in pain any more than they were.

Not to mention ow hair dammit

she let her thoughts scatter

ezio was here

he'd take care of it]

[To his credit, the hollow doesn't flinch, doesn't act scared. He lets go of Caterina's hair easily, not caring where she falls.]

Thought ya'd show up.

[It had been his plan, all along. Hurting her was just a cherry on top, and it'd make sure Ezio would fight him properly.

He doesn't care that Ezio is angry, that he's an assassin and he should really be more scared than he is. No, he's just smug that he was proven right.]

[Really, he should know better. Know better than to aggravate a man who has had years of experience in fighting and killing. Know better than to think he would come out of this unscathed. Even Ichigo knew not to infuriate him this much. To do so was asking for a death wish.

The smug tone is regarded with only silence, the blade pulling back ever so slowly, to draw Hichi away from doing anything to Caterina. As soon as the tip comes close to leaving, Ezio suddenly rams his elbow towards the other's temple, quick as lightning in his strike.

Let it be said that he fights with honor, to protect others. But Ezio also fights dirty, because that is what an Assassin does.]

[And Caterina is dropped unceremoniously to the ground, which just hurts more. She has no strength left to sit up and watch or even focus on the fight. So for now, she very nearly passes out.

She will be unresponsive until otherwise needed.]

[Good, Caterina. We wouldn't want you to get even more hurt than you already are.

The hit to his temple hurts, stars flashing behind his eyelid, but he doesn't go down. He wavers a little, of course, hissing in between clenched teeth as he brings a hand up to his head.

But he can't really do much, since the blade's tip is still there, and it would only take a slight movement to make him stop moving at all.

So he resorts to insults.]

Coward! Lemme go and really fight ya!

["Coward."

For a second that blade presses even harder under the hollow's throat, threatens to end his life right then and there. And then, it leaves, careful not to nick anywhere important.

But Ezio is not giving him a chance to recover.

If he isn't fast enough, the hollow is going to find out very quickly that his own neck is in trouble, because the assassin is aiming straight for it with his gloved hand. And if that connects, he's going to lose all footing as his legs are going to be kicked out from under him, and have his head yanked back as he falls. Not enough to break his neck, but definitely enough to hurt.

Move quick, hollow. Otherwise you're in for a world of pain.]

[If he were only a fraction faster, he could have made it. But even with his battle-honed reflexes, he can't quite make it in time to keep his head out of the way.

God, that hurt. Despite his best efforts, he can't stop himself from letting out a strangled yelp.

But despite the pain, his hand goes to his daito, and he draws it and slashes out at the same time, toward Ezio's arm.

I'd suggest moving.]

[Not fast enough. Had he hit higher it would have bounced off his chest guard, but right now it just grazes right through a part of his robes as Ezio moves back, letting go of the hollow. The cut isn't deep, but it's there, causing the Italian to snarl, hand gripping his own sword, but not attacking.]

Coward? You, of all things, are to call me a coward?

[It comes back dangerous, low. The kind of tone he only regards enemies with. Ohhhh boy. This is not going to end well. People who tell this to Ezio usually do not end up living very long. Because usually it ends up in a chase, and that chase is never won by targets. They just usually end up getting stabbed by a SURPRISE FLYING ASSASSIN.

Tl;dr, Hichi: you are fucked six ways to Sunday.

But Ezio does not move to attack, he simply stays where he is, but any fighter can easily tell, he's in a defensive stance, one that doesn't leave him to be open so easily.]

Who is the one who decided to balk on the challenge to find me, and instead had to hurt someone else because he knew he could not, in order to reach me? Who is the one who harmed a woman out in the middle of a street because he knew he could not win any other way? Tell me, stronzo- [The words are biting, sharp.] Who is the coward here? The one who offers the challenge, or the one who lowers himself to the level of a dog in order to bring someone to fight him?

[Basically? You're not worth it, Hichigo. Not in his eyes. He's only fighting because you would have killed Caterina. You're not good enough for him.]

[It doesn't matter. A trickle of blood rolls down the blade, and he laughs as he licks it off, standing and licking his lips.]

It ain't that I think yer gonna beat me. That's not why I went after the bitch.

[He grins, spreading his arms out and shrugging.]

I just didn't want ta spend time looking fer ya. So I went after her.

[His eyes narrow, and the grin gets even wider.]

And it worked, didn't it. Yer here, and I didn't even haveta spend any effort finding ya. Call me a coward or whatever the hell ya want-I was just being smart. You should've figured out I'd do that, oh-so-wise assassin.

[He lazily points the sword at Ezio, absolutely no remorse in his eyes, or in his posture.]

Ya pretty much act like ya know everything else. What, ya didn't even think I'd do it? 'Cause ya think that somewhere, the King's still in me?

Well, ya fucked up. I don't need a reason ta do things, and I don't give a fuck about "morals" or whatever the hell else. Now I'm the King, and he's the Horse!

[Eyes glinting, he finishes his little speech.]

And I'm gonna make you admit it.

[There is absolute dead silence from the Italian. No words. None. But his head slowly, slowly, turns ever so slightly, showing the glint of his eyes underneath.

The thing the hollow needs to learn is that he can take any kind of mental beating on himself, as long as it stays on him. Repressing it, moving one step at a time, these are things he is used to and lives by, even when fighting. He has a good hold on his temper. When push comes to shove, he does well.

And right now? He's blocking out those words, even if he knows they're going to haunt him later. Right now he needs to focus on surviving, not to mention trying to reach Ichigo. Orihime had pointed it out that he was still there, so he simply needed to spend the time trying to wake him up.

Somehow. He had no idea as to what, but that could be figured out later.

What comes out of him finally, is not a snarl or retaliation of anger. It's a cocky smile, a huff of a laugh, and a look of pure trollish amusement.]

A horse, is it? It suits you.

[He pauses, nerves on edge and ready for whatever comes. This entire situation is as tense as a storm waiting to be unleashed, lightning ready to crack at a second's notice.]

Ichigo rides you as a "King," am I right? He reigns over you, cavallo. And he will never let go for long. Because you do not deserve what he has.

[And that grin only gets wider.]

È vero, amico, si? I know you are in there, you just need to wake up.

[It was something the hollow would have to keep in mind for the fight that was coming. That Ezio didn't get angry easily to what he said-shoved it away for later.

Well. That was good to know, anyway.

But his lips curled into a silent snarl as the older man addressed him as a horse, something he'd accidentally let slip. Dammit. And then when he had the audacity to grin, and address Ichigo, sleeping inside of him-

He'd had enough.

Ichigo didn't use his speed much in battle-not here, when almost everyone else was at a very distinct disadvantage. The few times he'd used it with Ezio, it was mostly to make a point.

But the Hollow didn't care. The hollow wanted nothing more to fight Ezio, to make him bleed and have him realize who was better between them.

So he rushes headlong at Ezio at full speed, slashing down.

The storm has begun.]

[The speed is not surprising, but being able to counter when he's propelling himself forward like the force of a speeding wrecking ball, is going to be difficult. Even back home, a charging horse at least gave you time to prepare. It's not the same, here.

One hand clenches at his sword hilt, the other reaches for two throwing knives in a split second, before the other is practically on top of him. He barely counters in time, blade making a definite clang as metal brushes against metal, the force of impact enough to make him almost bend backwards. Almost.

All the while, there is a hardened look in his eyes. This is a fight, he is not going to reveal much about himself other than what he does. Emotions play no part right now. But the fact that Hichi is close means also that Ichigo is close, so this makes it easier.]

Ichigo! Svegliati! Wake up, you idiota!

[And as they're deadlocked, certain that the hollow wants to tear him to shreds, he flings the two throwing knives right at his legs, hoping to hit and damage.

You aren't playing fair, Hichi. Using your speed, toying with emotions, using mindfuckery to wear down friends and break them. And Ezio knows. So he won't play fair, either.

Good luck. You're going to need it.]

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