A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota smirked slightly as well. "Wow, sounds great. I don't think I'm supposed to be going out by myself though. . . I'm pretty sure my dad thinks that if someone doesn't go with me then I'm gonna get myself killed. . . and it'd be a bit weird with someone tagging along" he said with a laugh. At the mention of him spending time with Nami he laughed again, putting his hands behind his head and leaning his head against them. "What, am I not allowed to hang out with my friend anymore?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.Everyone except Nami seemed to know that he liked her, but that was beside the point. Sora deffinitly didn't like that at all, as he'd learned long ago.

"Knowing how you are, I can't actually blame him for thinking that you'd get yourself killed going out on your own. With your luck....anything could happen," Sora said, almost liking the idea of sending him out on his own. "A 'friend' huh? Well, if you acted like that more, than it wouldn't be a problem," Sora said with a glare. Ryota would have to go find some other girl who could put up with his idiocy and stubborn clumsyness, to be with. Nami wasn't going to go with someone so foolish though.

Ryota grinned and nodded. "True. And something normally does happen to me. Hasn't in a while though, surprisingly" he said thoughtfully. He hadn't hurt himself other than a few bruises in a couple of months. It was weird, being in good condition for that long. "Aww, but acting like a friend is no fun" he said with a smirk. He had too much fun hitting on Nami and stuff, even though he knew she'd never go out with him, seeing as she normally ended up beating the crap out of him half the time.

Sora moved close to him, swiftly kicking him in the side. "Don't be dick, Ryota," he snapped at him. He hadn't kicked him hard enough to break his ribs, but at least hard enough to give him a nice big bruise. He walked off after, leaving the blonde idiot by himself to sit on the floor. He'd go and say hello to a couple of the other members that he used to talk with before leaving, or everytime he stopped by. And his dad. He'd have to say hello to him, too. He'd also have to go find out which room he'd be staying in for the next two weeks.

Ryota raised an eyebrow as Sora moved toward him, completely expecting the kick he got. "Ow! Bastard. . . " he grumbled to himself. "If I'm not allowed to be a dick, neither are you!" he yelled after him as the redhead left, leaving him alone in the hallway. He rubbed his side and got to his feet, walking down the hallway slowly, not sure where to go. He decided to just go to his room, see what there was to do there. He was curious as to where Sora would be staying for as long as he was in the hideout, but as long as it wasn't in his room, he didn't really care.

Sora has gone to Pein first, greeting him and just sort of talking for a little bit. After some chatting, he asked where he would stay for his time here. Since the other times he had come, normally some of the other members had been out on missions, but this time, no one was busy, and all the rooms were occupied. He watched as Pein thought about it, and finally he mentioned Ryota's room. Sora didn't want to argue, and he had to hold his tongue to prevent from doing so, but he agreed and walked off with a "see ya' 'round" to him. He dragged his feet as he thought about sharing a room with the blonde idiot. All of the other rooms already had two people in it, except for Ryota's and Nami's. He couldn't go in Nami's room even if she was his sister. She was a girl, so it wasn't actually proper to share a room with her. He guessed Ryota's room was the only room he could use. He went to that room to see what it'd be like.

Ryota sat on his bed and looked around the crap-filled room, wondering if he would have to clean it if Sora was forced to stay with him. He took inverntory in his mind of who was in the base, and he was pretty sure it was everyone. "Shit. . . " he hissed, hoping he was wrong. He grabbed his sketchbook off of the ground and started drawing, having nothign better to do. He drew a snowy owl sitting in the rafters of a barn, sitting cross-legged on his bed, with the book in his lap and leaning against the wall.

Sora walked into what he was sure this time was Ryota's room. He had accidently walked into Zetsu's and Tobi's room, seeing Tobi playing with some kind of rock, and Zetsu eating some doomed nin who had his legs missing already. He was nearly sure this was Ryota's room this time. When he opened the door, he first took notice of all the junk scattered around the room. Then he noticed Ryota sitting on his bed and drawing. "Ryota.....I think I should tell you, I've slept in barns cleaner than this," he said, wrinkling his nose and grimacing at the room he'd be sleeping in for a while. He wondered if he'd be able to clear a spot on the floor off, what with all the junk on the floor.

Ryota looked up as someone opened the door and he scowled. So he was guessing that Sora was staying with him. Just what he needed. "Am I supposed to care?" he asked in a bored tone. He liked his room messy. Plus the fact that he was too lazy to move his crap anyways. Most of it was useless, but he had brough it home for no reason, and not bothered to get rid of it all. He looked back down at his drawing and continued to work on it, glancing up again for a moment. "Oh, and touch any of my art, and I might have to kill you" he added as an afterthought, completely serious. There were clay sculptures everywhere, and he didn't want them to get lost, or accidentally thrown out or something if Sora tried to clean a spot to sleep.

"I don't care about art, especially yours," Sora commented, looking unimpressedily at Ryota's room. "I'm not going to touch what doesn't interest me, idiot." Now....where was there an open enough, and clean enough spot to sleep? Well, pretty much nowhere, because the place was so crowded. Sora sighed. This could be difficult.

Ryota didn't glance up as Sora spoke, hoping that he wouldn't. "Good. If you do though, I swear I'll kill you" he said, eyes on his work. He flipped the pencil over to erase something before back over and drawing again. He detailized as much of the bird as he could without shading yet, before moving onto the wood of the rafters in his drawing. He really didn't care what Sora was doing, as long as the redhead didn't touch any of his art. "Just so you know, the floor under there is really uncomfortable. Have fun" he said with a smirk, just having to point that out. There was no way in hell he was giving up his bed, so Sora would have to deal with the floor for however long he was staying.

"Like you could," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, trying his best to ignore the blonde's idiotic comments. Sora picked things up that weren't his art and tossed them where ever, not caring if it broke, or just piled up. It wasn't his stuff, so he didn't actually need to care or anything. He wouldn't anyways. It was only Ryota.

Ryota rolled his eyes, his pencil pausing while he wasn't looking, but he started again when his attention was back on it. "Do you really wanna test that? I could kill you in less than a minute if I wanted" he said with a smirk. He was pretty sure he could, unless Sora magically became immortal. He glanced up as the redhead started throwing things, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Watch it" he snapped, not wanting him to break everything, "If you break my crap you're getting me new shit". He knew that half the stuff couldn't really be found anywhere, but still.

"No, I don't think so," he said, continuing to throw things into heaps. "You wouldn't be worth the money I grab, so even though you say 'I owe you new junk because I broke it,' I wouldn't go out of my way to find you another object to replace it." If someone said that to anyone, why the heck should they go out and find another thing to help them with it. Who cared if they got mad? He cleared out enough space to curl up at least. It might work. He didn't need a blanket or pillow, because he was accustomed to sleeping on the ground, or in trees. Anywhere, really.

Ryota rolled his eyes again at the response. "Why am I not surprised?" he muttered, finishing the drawing and flipping the book closed. He looked at the small space that Sora had cleard, and then to the redhead, wondering if that was it. There was no way he woudl fit there comfortably, was there? Oh well, not like he cared. He moved so that he wasn't leaning against the wall anymore, but he was lying stretched across his bed, blowing some of his bangs out of his face. "Ugh, why do you have to stay with me?" he complained, glaring at the wall.

"Gee, why do you think?" Sora snapped, none too happy with the placement and situation. "You think I chose to stay here with you? You'd have to kill me and torture me before I asked to stay in here," he spat. He'd even rather be sleeping on the floor of Deidara and his dad's room, but there probably wouldn't be any room. "No one else's room was open, idiot."

Ryota smirked and looked up at Sora. "Torturing and killing you can always be arranged if you'd like" he said with a laugh. He'd gladly do it. "You can always sleep on the couch though. . . probably more comfortable than the floor anyways, and then we'd both be happy" he suggested, just wanting Sora to find somewhere else to sleep. His room was his, and it always had been. He wasn't eager to let someone he didn't like stay there.

"Like you could get me to scream," Sora said sarcastcially. "And the couch? And what? Get sat on when I'm sleeping because peopel have no where else to sit when they wanna watch that tv? Yeah, right. Last thing I need is you, or Hidan or someone sitting on me." The couch probably would be more preferable compared to Ryota's messy room and to sleeping on the cramped floor. He wondered if Pein might let him, though.

Ryota raised an eyebrow, looking at him cooly. "Do you really wanna test that? I could have you and the floor screaming right now" he threatened, completely unaware of the double meanings of their words. "Nobody would sit on you. . . really who would want to? You'd just get pushed off" he said with a slight grin. He doubted anyone would want to sit on Sora, even by accident. Get their asses dirty or something.

((XD watch someone be walking by and hear that part of their conversation. . . they'd probably get the wrong impression of why Sora's going to be on the ground screaming XD))

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try," Sora challenged, never one to back down in an argument like this. Him and Ryota were never very great at getting along, especially as children. "You wanna try and take me on, be my guest! Then we'll see who's on the floor screaming!" He stormed out the door, preparing his weapons. He'd take this outside to prevent breaking anything important inside. He knew Ryota's style of fighting. He knew he'd get it from his dad. The two were so alike, it wasn't even funny. "Come on, Blondie! Outside, now!" Ryota might be able to use explosive clay, but Sora had dozens of dagger tricks up his sleeve to equal his power. He also had speed on his side, since Ryota was a clumsy idiot, Sora could easily out-do him in just about anything.


(OOC- Good point >w< That'd be great. They'd pop their heads in to see what they were actually yelling about or something, or just spread it around that the two were talking about doing each other ^^)

Ryota glared at him, sitting up. He wouldn't lose to this bastard, no matter what it cost him. He wouldn't be the one screaming, unless it was in victory. He growled at the demand that he go outside, but he got to his feet, grabbing his belt with the bags of clay on it, and a few kunai. He looked at his sword in the corner, debating weather to grab it or not, which he decided to do. He ran out the door after Sora, wondering how easy this would be for him.

(( XD thatd be hilarious. i can see everyone giving them weird looks and them being so confused, and then someone says something about it XD))

Sora found a place large enough where they could fight and not damage the base. He readied his knives, infusing some with chakra, and some he attached unlit paper bombs to. He had his hand-held ones at his side, so when he needed to, or even managed to get close enough to fight, he would have them right there. He used all his special knives when he fought, and he didn't have all his reknown in the towns and villages for nothing. This fight wouldn't be too hard.

(Yep X3 Spread around the base to get some funny rumors and weird looks)

Ryota followed him ourside, the mouths on his hands chewing clay hurredly, and he arrived at the spot Sora was standing a minute later. He glared at the younger male coldly, his hands working quickly to mould the clay. "Now let's see who ends up screaming. Bring it" he said with a slight smirk, a bit too cocky. He wondered how badly injured he would come out of the fight, but he didn't really care. He was used to being hurt all the time, so it didn't really bother him, except when it kept him from training or something.

((XD yupp yupp))

"Oh, you bet I will," Sora muttered under his breath. The blonde would be sending those annoying clay birds after him, where theycould explode on command. If Sora let them get too cose to him, then the damage could be bad. Instead, he'd take out the projectiles as best he could with his knives. If anything, maybe he could use the paper bomb projectiles to explode them before they got too near. he would use close combat for direct attacking. his other knives would be used to get rid of the things aimed at him. He pulled out a set of knives, waiting for the first move or even opening.

Ryota narrowed his eyes and stood completely still, having no idea who was going to attack first. Figuring it would be better for him if he did, he tossed four of the birds in the air where they flew above Sora. The birds looped over his head to come at him from each direction. He crouched down slightly, ready to move for when Sora attacked. He pulled a kunai out easily to defend himself, not really knowing how Sora fought. He probably knew, but didn't take the time to remember.