A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Mhmm, and I'm supposed to beleive that? You deffinitly just grinded against me, fucking queer" he narrowed his eyes at the redhead, tempted to blow him up for what he was saying, not wanting to get within reach of the knife now. "Yeah, even if I ever did go gay for one of them, Tobi already loves me, so it wouldn't be a problem. As creepy as it is, Tobi has already told me he loves me. Weather it's that way or not, I'd rather not know" he said, making a face. "Now where were we? Oh yeah. I was going to kill you but then you were being creepy. Let's go back to killing you" he stuck his hand into the bag of clay on his waist that he had retreived from his room, not having been able to find the one he had with him during the fight.

"I could put this knife right through the mouths on your hands if I wanted, don't even try using that," Sora declared, brandishing the blade before him. He had good aim, and it didn't often miss. Throwing a knife straight into one of those disgusting mouths on his palms so he couldn't do his clay trick would be no problem. He wouldn't even care.

Ryota glared at the redhead, not stopping the mouth on his hand from chewing up the clay. "In case you havn't noticed, I've got four different mouths I could use, even if I'd rather not use two of them, and by the time you stab all three of them I'd have blown you up already" he bragged, pulling his hand out as the clay was spit into his palm.

"You wanna bet?" Sora challenged. "Okay, so you have the two that I can see. No, wait, three. Two on your hands, one on your face. I think the last one is on your chest or something, which is gross, by the way. You're never gonna get a chick like that. Or a dude, for that matter. And I could easily hit all the targets at once," he said, pulling another knife out. Unfortunatly, he only had the two on him. He'd have to bluff or hope he could hit the most vital ones and get him to pass out. Or just destroy the whole thing of clay all together.

Ryota waited silently as Sora spoke, letting him get his thoughts together as his fingers deftly moulded the clay. His eyes were calculating as he listened to the redhead. "Mhmm, I know it's gross, and I'm never gonna get a chick or guy with it, or course" he muttered, not taking hsi eyes off of Sora to roll them, as he would have liked to. "But I think you're too late" he smirked slightly, tossing the explosive towards Sora and jumping back, making a handsign and yelling "KATSU". He didn't know if he had gotten the redhead in the blast at all, but he hoped he'd killed him.

Sora couldn't dodge well as he wished he could. Stupid injuries. Stupid Ryota. This was his fault. He had dived to the side as best as he could. The least he could do was get out of the direct blast. It didn't help much, but it did keep him from dying. He got hit from the blast, getting thrown from the one spot to another farther off. He growled and directed where the knives would go. He was hurting again. Annoying. The injuries from before burned a lot, and now he had gotten hit from the explosion. How awesome. One knife to the shoulder to show him he meant he could kill him, which was pretty close to his heart. As close as he'd go, since Pein wouldn't enjoy him killing a member. And one to his gut. Roughly the opposite side of where he had been previously stabbed. He'd have liked to hear Ryota scream in pain, but his ears were ringing from the blast, and he couldn't do much more than grit his teeth in pain and wait for someone to come along and heal him.

Ryota saw Sora get thrown a bit farther away, to his satisfaction, before he felt two sharp objects peirce his skin, and he screamed. One in the shoulder, and one in the stomach. He fell to his knees and ripped the knives out, tossing them to the sides and putting pressure on his wounds. Those adding to the wounds he had already from Sora, and he felt like he was in fire. He was ready to die at the moment, but he knew he would heal. "Fuck" he spat some blood out on the dirt, knowing that it was from the wound in his gut, which was too close to his stomach for his liking. He toseed another explosive on the ground and watched as it scuttled towards the redhead, but he stayed on his knees, not wanting to get up.

Sora's eyes widened as he saw another of those things come near him. He cursed. A lot. What else could he do when he couldn't move barely, and he was already bleeding and injured? Only thing he could do was use the last of his strength to curl himself in a ball to keep too much of his body from getting injured or taking a lot of the impact if he hit the ground again. He'd probably pass out from the explosion. If it attached itself directly, it'd hurt. More than he dare think of. But it wouldn't kill him. He wouldn't let it kill him. He didn't care if he had to pull himself out of heaven for this, but he'd get Ryota back for this.

Ryota couldn't help but grin slightly as the clay figure crept towards the spot where Sora was. He sat on his heels clutching his wounds, and looked a bit phsycotic, with that insane grin on his face, and dovered in blood. "What was it you were saying earlier? That I couldn't kill you? You gonna take that back now?" he asked as loudly as he could, though his voice faltered. He lifted his hands off of the wounds to press them together in the handsign, his fingers slipping a bit because of the blood on them. He wasn't sure if his art was close enough to Sora to kill him, but he was getting impatient, so he muttered "katsu" once more, the insane grin still on his face, and his eyes open wide, staring at the dirt.

Sora was tempted to call back, "Never," or something else that showed he still meant it, but the comment from Ryota was soon followed with the explosion, so thankfully Sora hadn't given up his defensive, or make-shift defensive position to yell something that could have more or less killed him. The explosion had him pushed farther back into the dirt rather painfully. Rocks and blown up bits of dirt cut him as the impact was fading. "I swear I'll kill you, Ryota!" he called back noise returned to his hearing. Just that took the last of his energy. He faded into unconsciousness, cursing at Ryota in his head.

((>.> okay I have no idea where 'cement' came from in my last post, but i fixed it. . . it says dirt now, like it should ^.^"))

Ryota pressed his hands back over his wounds again and grimaced. He turned to see what destruction his art had done, hearing Sora yell. "Hmph. I think I win" he said with a grin, before slumping forewards into unconciousness. The lack of blood had really gotten to him, as well as fatigue in general from even trying to fight in the condition he was in.

((Ah, very nice. That's okaaay, I do that too~))
( - Um....wait, now what? What are we doing now? - )

Why couldn't they just keep their hands off each other for a minute? ((Double meaning)) They were always going at each others throats or something. Neither would recover at this rate! Both were pretty injured this time, as if they hadn't been injured pretty bad the first time, that is. Sora blamed Ryota for this. He was easy to blame.

((umm, i have no idea ^.^" one of them could wake up first maybe? they wouldnt be able to do much to each other in the state theyre in, but they could make noise so someone could come help or something?? i dunno ^.^"))

They really needed to leave each other alone for a few days. Maybe being seperated for a week or two until they were healed a bit more would be a good thing. Or, y'know, seperated forever. Ryota would be fine with that, and he was sure that Sora would be too. But all he knew at the moment was pain and darkness, still being unconcious from the bloodloss.

Sora slowly forced his eyes open, recalling very gradually about the incident. Yet again they had both knocked each other unconscious. And of course it'd take even longer for them to heal at this rate. Maybe never if they were so close to each other. Maybe from Nami again, but they had been picked up from off of the field and placed inside the base. With a little less care this time, since they were on the floor at the entrance and only half bandaged. Sora groaned from the pain, spotting Ryota a few feet away, still out of it. He had hit him good, which sort of made up for him and his explosions. Kind of. Not a lot. He'd still get him back. Not too smart. They'd both wind up injured again.

Ryota vaguely heard a groan, and his own eyes squeezed even tighter shut, before opening. "Unghhh" he groaned putting a palm to his face. he was in pain, to put it simply. He removed his hand and looked around, seeing that he was in the entrance to the base. His eyes stopped on Sora, and he narrowed them. "Ugh. . . didn't I kill you?" he asked groggily, trying to sit up, but failing at it and just falling back over. He could have sworn he'd blown the stupid redhead up, but apparently not.

"You still think you can kill me?" Sora asked weakly, making the words come out, though he had hoped they'd sound a little bit stronger. The way they were now made it sound as though he had been gasping for air and now the strain on his lungs prevented him from speaking loudly. Well, he had shouted, that sort of counted, kind of, right? "Why would you still believe you could kill me?" he asked, trying to build up more strength to sound stronger then he really was.

Ryota rolled his eyes and nodded, having troubles even with that. "Yeah, I do" he winced at how hoarse his voice was, and that it hurt his throat to speak. "Ugh, you would be dead now if I hadn't been so damn impatient" he growled slightly to himself. If he had just waited until his art had climbed onto Sora, there would be nothing left of him except for a few charred peices. "You obviously can't kill me, since I'm in better shape than you are right now" he smirked slightly, trying to ignore how bad his voice sounded at the moment.

"Hmph, we'll see about that eventually, now won't we?" Sora asked, setting his head back down to rest against the ground. Holding it up was too tiring right now. Too much of a strain on his weakened muscels. "You got a lucky shot, you know." He sort of did. Since he was so close to him when he set it off. "Just wait until next time. You're mind then."

Ryota smiled wryly and shook his head, laughing quietly. "Heh, yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night. I'll never be yours, in ANY sense. You're gonna die, next time you're not paying attention. Hope you regret it" he snorted, rolling over to lie on his stomach, realizing too late that that wasn't such a great idea, since he had been hit by Sora's knife there, again. "Mmmfucckkkk" he groaned, rolling back over with some difficulty. He would have loved to get up and go collapse in his bed, but he deffinitly wasn't able to.

"You know something? It does help me sleep at night, because I know it's true," he said with an attempted smirk. Didn't work out so well. It came out more like a grimace. "You're such a loser. You have to tell yourself you could beat me just to get your motivation to fight me. You're so sad, you know? It's funny, it really is."

"Where do you get your information from? Are you just making this up? I know for a fact I can beat you, because I, unlike you, can get up right now" Ryota lied at the last part, but he didn't make any move to get up. He would force himself to try if Sora dared him to or something, but he had no idea how well that would go over. Probably really horribly, but he wasn't scared pr hurting himself, even when he was that injured.

"You wanna -- you wanna bet?" Sora challenged (kind of. Didn't sound very challenging...) He nearly shook at the thought of getting up right now. Not like he could shake right now, even. Shaking would hurt him. A lot. "Go on. Let me see you try. Ladies first."

"Yeah I wanna bet" Ryota responded, grimacing at the thought. "Hmph. Ladies first? Up you get then" he shot a glare at him, having no intentions on getting up, unless Sora changed what he said. He wasn't getting up, if it implied that he was accepting the 'ladies first' comment.

"I said 'ladies'," Sora said, trying to get Ryota to see if he could stand first. Maybe if he tried he'd pass out again. How lucky would that be? Not likely though. Ryota was too stubborn and stupid. "That means you, tranny. Get at it now."

Ryota growled angrily, wincing as the sound hurt his throat. "We had this discussion earlier. I'm not a fucking girl, or a tranny, or a hermy. Now if you wanna go with the 'ladies first' idea, I think you need to either get up or admit that I can get up but you can't" he was tryong to buy himself more time, hoping that he would be able to gain some strength back while they argued, even though that wasn't likely to happen.