A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

"What? No way, that's too weird, and you're just a spoiled brat who wants his way every time someone says no, or that you can't have something. You're probably used to just demanded for junk and blowing up those who say no," Sora said, since Ryota really struck him as that kind of person. "No way I'd give up for that little reason, or for you. You'll have to fight me because I'm not an obedient dog who listens to every command."

Ryota sighed and shook his head. "You're right. I was stupid to think you would actually do what I asked. I guess I'm going to have to force this now" he said in a mock sad tone. He grabbed Sora's arm quickly and pulled it towards him, not bothering to be gentle or anything. He just wanted to see the wound, and then he would leave, though he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Sora gasped from the pain of his arm being roughly handled. He tried pulling it back from Ryota's grip, but Ryota's larger hands could hold on easily to his arm to keep it in his grasp no matter what. "Ouch, let go! You're just going to make it worse than it already is," he said, biting down on his lip to keep from hissing with pain. Ryota's touch was making it sting, not only because he was holding it and gripping him painfully, but because he was the one who had put the wound there in the first place.

If I'm going to make it worse than just show me, and I'll leave you alone!" Ryota said impatiently, a bit amused that Sora couldn't get his arm back. He pulled the arm closer to him and tried to take the bandeages off, which wasn't working too well. he was never that good at getting them off. He always ended up ripping his to shreds before it actually came off.

"No, just get off already! Its not important, so get off of me," Sora said, struggling to get away, though it wouldn't work in the end any how. Ryota had his arm, so he could pull that away. Maybe if he had a knife on him he could threaten him with that, but he had been foolish and somewhat careless to assume that Ryota would still be unconscious, or at least not attack him right away. He didn't bring one with him this time. "You don't need to see it."

"Yes, it is important, no, I won't get off of you, and yes, I do need to see!" Ryota responded, finally managing to start getting the bandages off. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He was getting impatient with this, but he would stick with it, just to show that he wasn't weak, and that he woudln't just back off and leave. "Now stop resisting or I'll bite you again!" he threatened, completely serious.

Sora stiffened at the threat, not wanting to get bit again, but certainly having no intentions close to completely lying still as Ryota removed the bandage around his arm. The injury to the skin had been so bad, he was one-hundred percent sure that he'd have a huge scar that would still ache every time he saw Ryota. "You..." he hissed out with a glare. "I hate you."

Ryota couldn't help but laugh as he felt Sora stiffen up underneath him. "I hate you too!" he said cheefully, grinning, "Now gimme your arm and I'll leave you alone for a week" he said, not sure if he could live up to that, but he would try. He pulled at the bandages some more, irritated with them for not coming off.

"I'm getting better bandages next time," Sora grumbled to himself, knowing this was one of the fights he wasn't going to win unless something really cool and interfering happened. His arm had started bleeding due to Ryota's rough handling, and not only that, but he'd had it bleeding on and off all the time, since he was too rough and didn't settle down to take the time to recover, instead obviously either making it worse or just never letting it take the opportunity to heal.

Ryota laughed as he heard the redhead muttering to himself, and he looked down at the bandages again. He was sure he could see blood, so he figured he must be getting close to getting it most of the way off. He was going to win this, and then he wasn't going to leave Sora alone for a week because he hadn't given in. He was fed up with the stupid bandages now, ready to just blow them off, not caring that it would blow Sora's arm off as well. He didn't though, since he woudln't be able to see the bite mark anymore, which would just defeat the purpose of this.

"Why couldn't you have washed your hands first at least?" Sora asked, since Ryota's nasty fingers that touched who knows what were going to be placed by his open wound. "I'm gonna get infected because you're unsanitary and gross and other junk." He wished he could pull his arm away, but he'd only hurt himself, and he wouldn't get anywhere anyway.... He sighed. He'd just let this get over quickly, there wasn't much he could do about this.

"Because I didn't feel like it" Ryote replied simply, finally getting the bandage most of the way off. "Really, what's all over my hands that's going to infact you? I've been asleep for a week, I havn't been touching anything" he said with a snort, looking down at the wound. He had finally gotten what he had wanted, and he was satisfied with the mark he had left, which was bleeding again. He smirked and poked it once, just to cause Sora pain, before getting up and dusting off his pants casually, grinning down at him. "Well I'm done. I'm gonna go shower, see ya!" he said with a laugh and a wave, heading down the hallway.

Sora winced as Ryota prodded his injury purposely, obviously knowing he'd hurt from this. When he got up, satisfied from a simple thing that was completely stupid and unnecessary, announcing he was going to take a shower, Sora flipped him off. He stood up, picking up the discarded bandages. Well...he had to change them anyway. He walked to his room, grabbing the first aid kit he had and, just in case, using disinfectant. He re-wrapped his wound, his arm burning and stinging. He hoped it healed faster, but he wasn't about to give it a break and let it heal.

Ryota was proud of himself, managing to leave that kind of a mark while in such bad condition, but he shook the thoughts off as he stripped and got in the shower, concentrating on getting a week's worth of lying in his own filth off of him. When he felt he was actually clean, he got out and dried off, keeping a towel around his waist as he walked to his room to put on clean clothes as well, brushing his hair and putting it in a ponytail. Once that was done, he headed back to the kitchen to get something to eat, again.

Sora was back outside, actually taking his frustration out on a tree with his knives. He had it as a guise as training, since most of them had already seen him picking on the trees during the time Ryota was out. They'd just see it as him pushing himself when he shouldn't be, again. He was practicing with targets, or just close up attacks. Of course he was making himself use his bad arm to make it stronger, but chances were he was just making it worse. He'd make sure he'd be able to overthrow Ryota next time.

Ryota was happy to see that Sora wasn't in the kitchen, so he grabbed more food, and he wasn't in the living room, so he dropped onto the couch and turned on the tv, watching the first show that came on, not caring what it was about. It was pretty boring, but better than nothing. He was still healing, so he needed to relax, sadly, so he would, to an extent.

Sora sat back against the tree now, energy spent. He'd been pushing himself past his limit the past couple times, and that had ended in him opening several injuries and making them bleed. Changing the bandages when they were all gross and bloody was such a pain. He was trying to avoid that a bit at least. He'd return to fighting against the tree in a bit, but now he was catching his breath. Hopefully Ryota wouldn't come outside, but if he did he didn't want to be so tired he couldn't fight back.

Ryota sat and ate for a bit before he was joined by Hidan, who let him knopw that his dad was on a mission with Sasori, and that they wouldn't be back for awhile, so he shouldn't get himself killed or his dad would get pissed off. Useful advice didn't normally come from Hidan. He ignored the albino mostly before deciding to piss him off, having nothing better to do.

Sora was pretty much done with training now, feeling like a shower to kill time and get rid of the sweat. Hot showers were always good for killing time. He walked in, ignoring Ryota and Hidan on the couch, going to the bathroom and locking the door. He didn't know whether or not to remove the bandages quite yet or not. He didn't want it to sting when the hot water hit the open injuries, but the bandages were harder to get off when wet. He sighed and just pulled the numerous and lengthy guaze wrapping off.

Ryota saw Sora walk by after awhile but he ignored his prescence, not caring enough to pay much attention. He poked Hidan once ever ten seconds, while the albino stared at the wall, each having silently made this a contest to see who would win this. Ryota was sure that he would piss Hidan off easier than he would get bored, even if the Jashinist was holding back his anger. He counted to ten in his head each time, making it exact, like the chinese water torture or something, wondering if it would work better.

Sora was done with his shower soon enough, his wounds would be hard to dry off without making them burn and sting from the touch of the towel. He'd have to work with it slowly and dry them off gently. He didn't want to hold the bathroom up since it was weird and he could possibly get in trouble for it, so he tried off his lower half and put his pants on, walking out the door and to his room. He brought out a cloth and padded his torso down, then moving onto the numerous cuts on him that required care. When he had finished that he had re-bandaged it all. The last was his arm, which would hurt the most and be the most difficult. He managed, but he hissed and cursed quite often in the process.

Ryota finallly got Hidan to make a reaction, the albio man finally snapping and spazzing at him, so he got up and left. He decided to actually fix his hair in a mirror instead of just putting it up when he got out of the shower, so he walked to the bathroom and banged on the door, not caring who was in there or what they were doing. He crossed his arms and waited impatiently, hoping that whoever was in there would get their asses out.

Sora walked out of his room, still muttering curses under his breath from how much the injury hurt right now. He was mostly cursing at Ryota, but a few times in between to curse at himself for being an idiot. He saw or rather heard Ryota banging on the door, and he scoffed, walking past him. "Waiting for someone? I just got out, so you look like the biggest idiot in the base right now," he commented, snickering, walking away.

Ryota looked from the door as he heard someone speaking, looking from Sora to the bathroom door and back again. "Oh shut up" he muttered, feeling like a moron, as usual. "It's not my fault! There's normally someone in there!" he defended himself, crossing his arms. "Ugh, screw you" he opened the door and slammed it behind him, glaring at himself in the mirror. He took his hair down and spent the time brushing it, before taking about five minutes to put the whole thing up again, having it perfectly how he liked it. He walked back out and down the halls, wondering what there was to do now.

Sora shrugged and walked off, since Ryota had walked in. Not like he'd stay by and continue a conversation. That'd wind up in a fight, no doubt. Not again, and not right now. Maybe another week or so, but not now. He snickered to himself, the sight of idiotic Ryota standing and waiting impatiently for no one in the bathroom. Only he could pull that off and look as if he were waiting for an imaginary friend of some sort.