A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

"You think you're cool? You, who has the ability to trip over a flat surface, or even air for that matter, is cool? Hah, not on your life," Sora said, laughing. ((Yes, that did sound dirty >w<)) "If anyone's cool, it's me. Certainly not you, stupid." Ryota couldn't be cool if his life depended on it. Sora could, if he wanted to. It's how he got some things done in towns.

((XD if you say it fast it sounds like youre saying 'cock in my ass' LMAO XD woot!!))

Ryota rolled his eyes. Of course his clumsyness had been brought up again. "Yeah, I'd like to see you trip over a person. It taked skill to trip over flat surfaces, let alone air. A skill among many that you obviously don't have" he said with a slight smirk. He was proud of being a klutz, even if it caused him trouble in the most vital times.

(Hurray~ YAOI POWER)

"I don't need a useless skill that could jeopardize my life, if I tripped over something at a rare opportunity to kill a person," Sora said. "No one would want a skill like that, especially because it makes them look like a super blonde." Which, Ryota obviously was.

((XD and may I guess whos cock in his ass?? (*cough* SORA *coughcough*) YAOI POWER!!))

Ryota snorted and shook his head. "I'm not dead yet am I? And I've killed a shitload of people, yet I posess the amazing skill that you obviously don't have" he said with a smirk, which turned to a frown as Sora continued speaking. "What's wrong with being blonde? I'm naturally blonde and proud!" he knew he gave blondes a bad name, just by proving the 'dumb blonde' theory true, in his case.

(Could be Sora *cough cough IS SORA)


"Proud of being stupid? Wow, you have to be the dumbest blonde I've ever met to be proud of being that idiotic," Sora said. "No one wants that retarded skill you've got, and no one likes idiots like you, because you're constantly obnoxious and can never do anything right."

"Yes, I'm proud of being stupid. It takes some serious skill to avoid doing anything that needs serious brain power as well" Ryota said with a smirk. He could work anything that was bad about him into something that needed skill. "I can do alot of things right. Like avoid looking ugly, unlike you, and my art is far from wrong" he shook his head, laughing slightly.

"Have you ever looked in a mirror? Like, seriously, have you? I bet you haven't, because they must break every time your ugly face shows up in the reflection," Sora remarked. "And your art is useless. At least my sister's makes sense. If your art is just gonna go away after being there for a couple minutes, then there isn't any point to it even existing." He wasn't much for art. Never was, probably wouldn't ever be, but Ryota's was far from making sense.

"Hmm, I think you're confused here. You're supposed to be insulting me, not yourself" Ryota said, rolling his eyes as if to be repressing frustration at how stupid he was. "Speaking of, stay out of the bathroom. . . the mirror is still in one peice. And my art makes more sense that Nami's. You don't even understand the meaning of art, so I'm not going to waste my breath explaining it. . . you're not smart enough to understand anyways" he said with a snort, crossing his arms.

"In what way am I insulting myself? All of those were directed at you, stupid," Sora said, shaking his head. "I hate art, but I can still see Nami's would make a heck of a lot more sense then yours ever could!" he said. "Art should last longer than just a few minutes, and you should be able to look at it whenever you feel like it. You're too stupid to be able to explain anything, so shut your face, or I'll shut it for you."

Ryota rolled his eyes again, sighing, "Well what you said sounded exactly like you were trying to insult yourself, not me". He rolled his eyes once more as Sora went on about his art being stupid. As if he hadn't heard that before. "Wow, you know how many times I've heard that in my life? And yet, I still don't care, nor understand why people say it, since it's the other way around" he said with a shake of his head, eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "Oh, you're going to shut my face? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, shit-for-brains".

"Nope. You're just terrible at interpreting things," Sora said. "And you know, if you've heard it enough, listen to the majority of the crowd and give up on what no one likes or cares at all about." And with Ryota's stupid response, Sora replied with, "How in the heck have you interpreted it the other way around? That makes no sense, you retarded moron."

"Hmm, I'm not weak-willed. Nothing anybody says can make me change my mind about how I see something" Ryota said with a snort. He wasn't just going to give up his views on art becuase people told him to. "How does it not make sense?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's quite simple. I can shut you up in an instant, and yet I doubt you can shut me up".

((ok that reminds me of 'Shut me up' by Mindless Self Indulgance, and sounds kinda dirty XD))

"Why would you doubt me shutting you up? It's rather simple, really. I just need to kill you and you'll never utter another sound again," Sora explained, talking to him as if he were a three year old. "You're so stubborn and thick-headed that nothing can get in your head so you'd finally learn something. It's a shield, and whenever you speak, for others it's like your voice is blocking out all intelligent thought. So I'd be doing everyone a favor by silencing you for good."

"Exactly my point. I doubt you could kill me. And if you did by some bizarre luck, I'd still be able to shut you up, quite easily. My dad would kill you for killing me, though he probably wouldn't blow you up. . . your ugly ass isn't good enough for art" Ryota said with a slight smirk. He was pretty sure his dad would avenge him if someone killed him, but you never know. "Hmm, you probably would be doing everyone a favor. . . but not how you think. . . you'd be getting rid of competition for who's the hottest one alive" he said with a smirk, knowing it was far from true.

"What? That last thing didn't make any sense!" Sora exclaimed. "In what way or form would that be doing anything for some make-believe hot competition of yours?" he asked. Did this idiot ever plan on making correct sense any time soon? Really?

"It does too make sense!" Ryota protested. "It's not make-beleive either! It's all too real. Although, only people who are extremely attractive know about it, which is why you don't" he knew he probably just sounded like an idiot, but it was fun, and he'd like to see Sora try to prove him wrong about it.

"Yeah? Then who's in your silly, imaginary hot contest? Hm? Hidan? Maybe Kakuzu?" Sora questioned with mock seriousness. "Oh, lemme guess; Pein? Is Pein in it too?" Ryota must have been having an extreme stupid moment to come up with this thing.

Ryota thought for a moment, putting a finger to his chin as he 'tried to recall' who was in it. "Hmm, Hidan, Pein, me, my dad, Itachi, and people who don't live here or anything. . . obviously not you" he listed the people in Akatsuki who weren't too bad looking, leaving out the ones who just made him laugh when he thought of their appearances.

"Those were probably all proclaimed by you, and that they have no memory of ever starting a contest with you," Sora said. "I bet you cheat, too. Really badly. So why would anyone start a contest with someone who probably cheats his way through everything?" Sora cheated on the rare occasion, but only when he felt like it. All the other times he'd let fate toy with how he'd win or lose.

Ryota rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why do you always suspect I'm lying? Ask any one of them, and they'll tell you. Except maybe Itachi. . . he wouldn't admit to it. Well, he might, you never know, but still. I don't cheat either! How do you cheat in a hot contest? It's impossible" he said, nodding in agreement with himself. He cheated in things sometimes, but not alot, even though people could really tell when he was cheating, seeing as he was bad at it.

"Quit with your imaginary hot contest, it's getting really annoying, actually," Sora said, groaning. "And go away, go do whatever it was that you came out here to do, because I'm getting tired of you." Ryota's bickering that had no logic or sense in it was getting on his nerves. He needed to go away an do whatever he really had come outside to do. Unless it really was bugging him, then he'd find another way to make him leave.

Ryota flipped him off and tuck his tongue out. "Oncve again, it's not imaginary, and I don't care if it's annoying. Well, okay I do, but only because my life's goal is to make other people's lives hell" he said with a slight smirk.He flipped him off again before turning on his heel and starting to walk off again, going on the walk he had left the base for. "Later, bastard" he called over his shoulder.

Sora ignored him and laid back down against the tree, sighing. So now that he was gone, which was a good thing, then it was once again quiet. With no Ryota meant no loud, obnoxious arguments or conversations or anything. He could get pretty depressed here, having to lie around in one spot until he healed. It was just really very boring.

Ryota walked along for a moment, not having gone very far before he started singing to himself, having nothing better to do while he walked. "Oh dear god they just had to make a second one, law permits that now I have got to sing iiiiiiit!!" he sang loudly, hands in his pockets as he walked.

Sora could almost swear he was hearing someone wailing, but he left it alone. Not like he could get up and check it out on a dine. Besides, chances were that it was Ryota. He could crack a mirror with his voice if his face wasn't doing the trick. Sora shuddered and tried to ignore the idiotic wailing in the background.