A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Sora was getting a question here and there from the guys around the base, them asking if he'd done that to Ryota, though they questioned that fact too. Normally both would come back looking as if they were about to die but still had the fight to continue killing each other. This time with just Ryota walking in injured and complaining, they weren't quite sure what to think. He just said he fell, though they did look slightly skeptical. Not his fault, 'cause it was the truth.

Ryota sighed after awhile, finding no pictures, and having nothing else to do. He got up and limped out of the room, pain going through his body with every step, and slowly sinking into the couch when he got to the living room, not wanting to go any farther, or sit on anything hard. He sighed, not wanting to see Sora at the moment, and hoping he was still outside.

Sora walked around, observing the idea of casually walking into Ryota if he just walked around the base. Really he had nothing to do, and he was bored outside almost as much as he was bored inside, so why not just nonchalantly walk around the base and find Ryota, making it look as if it totally weren't his fault he bumped into him in the base. He didn't know where to look and in all honesty, he was just walking around, trying to keep moving at least. Maybe intimate the feeling of always on the move. It wasn't working, but what else did he have to do?

Ryota slouched over on the couch, relaxing into an almost comfortable postition. It was as comfortable he could get in the shape he was in. He hurt all over, and he felt like he was going to just start falling apart into a million peices. It hurt, to say the least. It was very unappaling to him now especially, seeing as Sora was in better shape than him right now.

Sora snickered when he walked in to see Ryota slumped limply on the couch, looking annoyed and of course, in pain. It looked like a fight, which must have been why they had asked him if he'd beaten him up and actually won this time without getting hurt as badly, but really it had been Ryota's own clumsiness. That was the best part, actually. The fact that he'd managed to do this all on his own without Sora lifting a finger to assist in inflicting wounds.

Ryota glanced up as Sora walked in, and he growled angrily, glaring at him. He knew being laughed at was hard to avoid when he had just fallen out of a tree and broken at least three bones. At least they weren't bad breaks, and he could still move, even if it hurt like hell. "Go away" he grumbled, crossing his arms and trying his best not to wince, but he was sure he'd grimaced a bit.

"Yeah? Why? I came in here on my own free will, and I don't listen to you anyway," he said. Never would he listen to a command Ryota gave him, especially with an attitude like this. Like he expected him to listen like a mutt and bow to him in respect. Well, so it didn't sound that demanded, but the way he saw commands was something like that, so of course he tied it in with Ryota's orders.

Ryota glared at Sora still before raising his good arm and pointing at him. "Free will? YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FREE WILL!" he shouted before letting his arm fall, where it hit his ribs, and he winced. "Now go away" he said rather blandly after his outburst, looking pointedly at the door. All he wanted was for Sora to leave. He'd rather be bored than have to talk to him, especially since he would just get pissed off, and at this point, just get more injured.

"How do you figure I've got no free will? Just like you've got no brains and therefore no way of possibly thinking of consequences of events you cause, I've my my own opinion, choice, free will, all that junk," Sora said, not in the least bit threatened by Ryota's "go away" declaration. Because he was all broken up anyway, how could he fight back? As long as it wasn't his teeth, Sora didn't see too many able weapons on him now.

"You've got no free will becase I said so, so you obviously don't" Ryota explained as if it was the most obvious thing ever. He ignored the comment about him lacking brain cells. "I have a say in everything, so get out of here or I'll kill you. Either that or I'll have you killed by somebody else because I'm crippled" he threatened, scowling. He would have no problems with blowing him up while he slept, but whatever.

"No one listens to you, so you might as well shut your mouth before you make yourself look like an-- no, wait, know what? You already have made yourself look stupid, so go on with that." Ryota could make himself look stupid no matter what, so there never was a point in telling him to stop before he hurt himself or before he made a fool of himself. "No one would ever listen to an incompetent moron like you."

"No, people do listen to me. Not many, but some" Ryota protested, leaning back on the couch. "And I don't care how stupid I look, so just get out. You're disrupting my peace" he pointed at the door again with his unbroken arm. He didn't really need peace, ever, but whatevr. He needed Sora-free time. All the time.

"Like I care," Sora replied, because he certainly didn't. "I'm sure the only one who listens to you is Tobi and maybe on the occasion your dad, so really, you've got one and a half followers to command. I am not one of them." Nor would he ever be, too. There would probably never be a circumstance that required him to be a Ryota-listener. Pein couldn't tell him to either, because he wasn't part of the Akatsuki. It'd have to be of his own will.

"Hmm, actually I can get almost everybody to listen to me" Ryota said with a smirk. "All I have to do is bribe them with food, and anyone will listen to me" he laughed, loving the complete feeling of power that gave him. It may be sad that he had to resort to that to get people to listen to him, but still. At least it was something. "You should be. It's fun to listen to me. I do it all the time" he grinned, laughing again.

Wait..... He listened to himself? Well, not surprising and all, but that probably was worded to sound as if he talked to himself, which still didn't come as a shock to him. Ryota had no life and no friends so he spoke to himself or some sort of imaginary friend. He could see the idiot talking to the air. "If you listen to yourself, do you get in fights with yourself too?" He swore if the blonde said yes he'd run over and smack him for being the biggest idiot he'd ever seen. It was one thing to talk to yourself, and another to get in fights with yourself. However, if you happen to lose the fight with yourself.....well, that was another story. If Ryota said yes, Sora would bet more than half the time he lost those fights.

"Of course I don't egt in fights with myself" Ryota said, rolling his eyes, "because I'm always right, so what is there to fight about?" he laughed at his confidance on the matter, and how sure he was that he was always right. He talked to hismelf all the time, since there was nobody else to talk to half the time. He was always muttering to himself like an insane person.

"Well, with you, who knows," Sora said with a shrug. He could fight with himself over anything, he was sure. Like being indecisive....but still technically talking and arguing with yourself. Ryota could pull it off. He was sure he did from time to time but he wasn't admitting it.

"Ugh, jackass. You think you know me so well, but you really don't" Ryota said, rolling his eyes. Really, Sora did know him just as well as everyone else, but whatever. There wasn't too much to know about him. . . and just being around him for a few hours would show his entire personality.

"I really don't need to know much about to know what I need to know, actually," Sora said, because it was true. "Anyone can gather in fifteen minutes or less that you're an incompetent fool with the ultimate clumsy step. You love art and you're a hot head." Basic summary of what he'd gathered so far, and it wasn't bad he supposed.

Ryota crossed his arms, resisting the wince once again. "That's not true" he defended himself weakly, knowing what he said was a flat-out lie that anybody could see right through. "You have no idea how much more there is to me" he tried his best to sound certain, closing his eyes and nodding to himself before opening them again.

"There can't be that much more to you if there really is more, then," Sora said. "You're like an open book. An audio one at that. You've got all your secrets out because you're obvious and hasty to show off, therefore people know you well enough to guess what you could do or say next. If there is more to you, then there really can't be that much more."

Ryota was tempted to say 'Phht, who needs secrets?' but he held it back. He didn't have any secrets, from anybody. He didn't care what people knew about him. He had nothing to hide, at all. "Of course there's lots more" he said instead, frowning. He was never a good actor, or lier, unless it was part of his job, and the people he was lying to wouldn't completely see through it, and then he did better anyways. "Lots and lots more" he nodded, although he was sure he wouldn't be beleived in the first place.

"Ah....yeah, I can tell," Sora replied, laughing. "I can tell there are loads more I need to find out about you. Heck, for you, I'll make it my life's goal to find every little detail about your life, how about that?" He had pretty much gotten most of all information needed from Ryota. Nothing really left to get.

"You should, but it would take a long time" Ryota said, not liking that he was being laughed at for that. "There's a lot to learn about me. I don't know how you'd figure it all out" he shook his head, sighing. "It would be a waste of time really, but you never know, you might actually figure something out.

"Yeah, no," he answered, rolling his eyes. "Anything about you is a waste of time for me, so try again." He could more or less live his life without knowing every little detail about Ryota. He'd never have regrets about not finding everything he could, really. Okay, no, seriously, he didn't care about anything that involved Ryota. He wasn't worth the time.