A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota glared at Sora and flipped him off. "Yes, I'm well aware of how stupid I am, I don't need you to tell me. And I wasn't fucking serious, I doubt I'd be able to do anything except blow up the room like this" he said, rolling his eyes. He really had been serious, but he tried to make himself sound less stupid. He didn't care how bad his wounds were, completely used to the pain spread through his body.

Sora returned the middle finger gesture to Ryota, ignoring the rest of the useless words that spilled from his mouth. Everything Ryota said was either a lie, didn't make sense, or was just completely ignore-able. No one really cared what he had to say, especially because they didn't believe him most of the time he said something. "Ugh, with these wounds, I'll be here longer than I really want to be," Sora growled, blaming this on Ryota. Loads of people blamed things on him anyway.

Ryota tried to look offended when Sora flipped him off. "Oi! Don't you flip me off! Respect your elders!" he snapped in an angry tone. He shifted to the top of the bed and leaned against the wall there. "Why don't you leave, wounds or no wounds?" he suggested a bit hopefully. He didn't see why Sora stopped in to visit anyways. . . or why he couldn't leave because he was injured. He only had a few cuts. . . not too bad, though he didn't know how bad they were, with the bandages covering them.

"Respect my elders? What elders? All I see in front of me is an idiot who acts his shoe size rather than his age!" Sora shot back at him. In no way would he ever see Ryota as his elder. One year difference; big deal. Ryota would never gain his respect. "And you expect me to leave like this? How the heck would I do that now?" Were he able, he'd get up and smack him. But he couldn't. His injuries were pretty painful.

Ryota glared at him, crossing his arms before glancing at his feet, trying to figure out what his shoe size even was. He had no idea, not having had to ever buy himself shoes. "You get up, and walk away. Not that hard. I could probably do it in about five minutes, so if you're less injured than me I don't see why you can't" he growled, tempted to blow him up, if he could just find his clay.

"While it's true I'm less injured than you....my injuries are...well....they hurt, easy enough to understand?" he asked mockingly, glaring at him. He sat up weakly, pushing the blanket off of him, revealing the blood-stained bandages wrapped around the limbs that had been injured the worst. Sure, he had a whole bunch of cuts from Ryota's sword when he had been swinging it around blindly, but the main damage that took a lot out of him was where his leg had gotten caught in the explosion, and his shoulders and most of one arm was pretty much torn up and so weak, it was useless.

Ryota rolled his eyes and snorted. "All wounds hurt, moron. Deal with it. I tried to go running with a broken leg and a broken arm, I'm sure you can walk with that" he said, observing the bloody bandages. He had done a pretty good job with that, even if he hadn't won. Sora had been back waht? An hour? He wasn't exactly sure how long they were unconcious for, but he hadn't been in the base very long and they had already beaten each other up, and were arguing, ready to kill.

"Yeah, I know that, but your sword's evil! I don't even wanna see what it's done to my flesh," he growled, wincing as his arm throbbed. "I can probably walk with it after a couple day's rest. You're probably just as tired as I am," he commented, knowing he was more than likely correct. A stab to the ribs was never anything easy to recover from. See how Ryota pulled through with that. "Oh, and you only tried running with a broken leg and a broken arm is because you're an idiot with no common sense what so ever." Oh, yeah. They were getting along great....

"My sword's evil, yes. That's the point!" Ryota rolled his eyes again, relaxing against the pain. Sure, he hurt like hell, but he wasn't about to show it. "'M not tired" he mumbled, flat out lying. He shot a glare at Sora when he mentioned that he had no common sense. "Oi! I'm not an idiot, and I have alot of common sense! That's probably the only sense I do have!" he corrected, looking around again for his clay. For some reason, it wasn't in the room, and that pissed him off. Whoever got them from where they were knocked out on the ground had probably put it somewhere else, knowing that he'd want to kill Sora.

"Common sense just got a lot less common because you didn't get any when you were born," Sora commented with a smirk. Sora let his head fall back on the pilow someone had placed under him. "Huh....I wonder who picked us up out of that fight when we both lost consciousness..." Sora mumbled tiredly, wondering if somone from the base had been watching their fight.

Ryota looked up at the ceiling and glared at it. "Well I obviously have to have got SOME, seeing as I'm still alive" he retorted, not moving his gaze. Sora did have a point. There was no way that he had any common sense. It was just some strange miracle that he was still alive, having survived 19 years. At the comment about who picked them up when they were knocked out he shrugged, unsure but not caring. He would have been fine being left out there anyways. "Whoever it was knew I'd be pissed. . . none of my weapons are here. . . " he said a bit angrily. He wanted at least some weapon, just to shut Sora up.

"Nami, then?" Sora suggested, mostly to himself because Ryota was being too much of an idiot to hold an intelligent conversation with. The question was still open to him, just....well, he was an idiot. Sora could only leave it at that. Nami didn't seem like the kind to help people, but he knew her well enough where she'd at least drag them in, maybe call Konan over to help patch them up. She was one of the few who knew they might try and go at it again if their weapons were in sight, so she could have hidden them in her room or something.

Ryota shrugged at his suggestion, not caring if it was for him or not. "Maybe. More likely than alot of the others" he agreed, shifting slightly. The only other person he could think of that might help them was his dad maybe, but he probably would have stuck around to wait for him to wake up. Then again, he didn't know what time it was, so if it was his dad he could have left. Nami probably would have just left anyways though. "Hm, how would anyone know where we were though?" he asked, a bit confused about that. They hadn't told anyone that they were leaving.

"Either they heard us arguing from the room, 'cause we were loud enough for someone to hear, or maybe someone followed us out. Possibly even watched us fight, then waited until we were both out of it," Sora said, wondering if Nami cared enough to see why they'd been fighitng. She probably didn't. Everyone must have heard a bit of Ryota's bombing, so really anyone could have known about their fight. Too many possibilities, that's for sure.

Ryota was silent as he spoke, feeling a bit stupid. The facts that Sora brought up were obvious and true, but the blonde had completely skipped over them. "Well whatever. I don't really care. I'm hungry though. . . I wonder if I can make it to the kitchen. . ." he wondered out loud, looking at the door and thinking of how far it was. He decided that he wouldn't be able to make it, and he figured that he'd just have to wait for someone to come check on them or something. "Ugh, this sucks. Wanna get me something to eat?" he asked with a grin and a laugh. That would be the last thing he expected Sora to ever do. Well, one of the last things.

"Oh, yeah," Sora agreed sarcastically. "I would love to get you something, that would just make my day so much better if I made you happy by fetching you food like an obedient mutt." Sora rolled his eyes at Ryota. "Hah, maybe if the world we ending and we were the last two on earth; which I pray we will never end up as such. But we aren't, so no way." Sora was hungry, too, but he could go without food for a while. Probably longer than Ryota could.

Ryota smirked slightly at the ceiling. That would be interesting. . . Sora acting like a dog. That would probably see one of the strangest things he'd ever see. "Hm, if we were the last two on earth, there'd probably be only one soon" he commented with a snort. He would waste no time in killing Sora if they were the only two people left on earth. He'd rather be alone when the world ended than with the redhead. His stomach growled loudly and he cursed. He could probably last a bit longer without food before he got up to get his own.

"Yeah, the only one left on earth would be me, 'cause I'd eliminate you as soon as I got the chance," Sora growled. He heard Ryota's stomach growl after, while his followed. "Ugh, this is ridiculiously annoying. And what's worse; I have to be near you!" Sora sighed. He really did want to get up and walk away. If he could. He could risk looking like an idiot and limping away. He might pass out somewhere in the halls and look like a bigger idiot. So....might as well try and stay here and live.....it'd be...difficult with Ryota though.

Ryota rolled his eyes before glaring at Sora again. "No, I'd be the only one left. The only reason I lost was because I was holding back. If I'd killed you I would have been in so much shit" he argued, glancing down at the wounds he had, "Phht, well I think I'm worse off, having to be around you. Fucking cocky bastard". He was sick and tired of the redhead already. He would just love to shut the kid up for good, but like he had said before, he would get in alot of trouble, probably.

"Hah, the only reason I got injured like this was because I had to go at forty precent. Had I gone any higher when I was fighting you, you'd be dead by now," Sora snapped, knowing that in reality, both had fought their best and we...unfortunatly, about equal in power. Both were unable to kill the other, so they had been kind of holding back, but still. They were about even with fighting. "I can be cocky because I can live up to it. You, on the other hand are all bark and no bite," he replied to Ryota's insult.

Ryota rolled his eyes again, not surprised at his words. "Yes, of course, of course" he said sarcastically. He knew they were pretty evenly matched, but he still tried to beleive that he was a better fighter. "All bark and no bite? Tell that to your shoulder" he eyed the bloody bandges, knowing that the skin underneath would be all shredded and torn up. "And as for you, your sister injures me more than you do, in a shorter time" he added, not mentioning that he didn't fight back against Nami.

"If you can get beat up by my sister, than that's pretty sad. I bet she doesn't even use her puppets on you because you aren't worth it," Sora commented. "And I bet you don't do anything about it except take it and laugh. You don't look stupid enough to hit a girl." He said nothing to the comment about his shoulder, especially because it stung fiercly as Ryota brought that up. "I got some good places on you, that's for sure," he said, loving how he had gotten him good in the ribs.

"You're right, I'm not stupid enough to hit a girl, unless it's part of my mission, or if one gets in my way and pisses me off, maybe" Ryota said with a smirk. He didn't really care who he had to kill most of the time, but he wouldn't fight back against a girl he knew. Unless she was the enemy. "Good places my ass. I feel no pain" he lied confidently. He was in so much pain it wasn't even funny, but he wouldn't just go out and tell Sora that. He still had his dignity, or what was left of it.

"Mmhmm," Sora agreed falsely. "Yeah, I bet I didn't even leave a good enough spot on you that'll hurt for weeks. I only stabbed your arm and ribs, and only took a couple swipes at you with knives. That shouldn't hurt one bit." His knives were special, so no doubt Ryota was lying and in a lot of pain right now. His knives were sharper than most things in the world. When they cut, it couldn't be felt until it started bleeding. "And my knives probably didn't leave any good scars on you, just so you know." The scars that were gonna stay on Ryota's body were gonna really stick out for a long while.

Ryota nodded, a completely confident look on his face. "It didn't hurt one bit. I could get up right now and run laps if I wanted" he said with a smile, hiding his wince as he shifted, sending pain through his tired body. "Aww, no new scars? Oh well, I've got enough of them" he said with a sigh. He liked getting scars for some reason. They just looked cool, no matter hos scarred he was. He had quite a few good scars on his chest and back, and on his arms and legs.