A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota slowly stopped laughing and shot a glare at him. "Oh shut up. At least I didn't get raped" he retorted, crossing his arms tiredly. His voice was weary, but still managed to sound like he was rubbing it in, which he was. He moved on to the cupboards, rummaging through them to find some semi-stale bread that he made toast with. He leaned against the counter as he waited for it to toast, having no idea what to put on it so that it wouldn't be as dry.

"Wish you did," Sora grumbled, wincing when he heard 'raped.' Hmm....they could switch roles here, but then he'd look clumsy and stupid having fallen out of a tree, and Ryota would probably just shake off being raped. It wouldn't work if their positions swapped. Darn. "You sound about as tired as I am, and you look it. You're probably as sore as I am." Not as sick, maybe, but still, if he was equivalent with pain feeling then Sora could kind of call it even right now. Half-way anyway.

Ryota snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like I'd let myself get raped" he said sarcastically. As far as he was concerned, nobody was ever going to rape him, and if they tried they'd get blown up. "Hmm, yeah, but I'm used to it. I live my life in this kind of pain. So sucks for you!" he snickered, turning around as the toast popped up on the toaster, and he grabbed it with his good hand, looking in the fridge for butter or something. He found some okay-smelling jelly stuff, and he pread it on top.

"You think I let myself get raped?" Sora asked, well...more like challenged or dared him to agree. "Fat chance! Not by a dude!" And he'd be trying to make up for it later with a whole bunch of girls that would be easy to pick up. They were always easy. Well, his plan would proceed in time, and hopefully it would work, but that would wait. Until he got better he'd be sitting somewhere quit and not try to imagine the guy who'd raped him.

"Yep. I always knew you swung that way" Ryota replied easily, his face amused as he took a bite of his breakfast, for once not laughing. He would have though, if he wasn't eating. He really didn't know or care about Sora's orientation, but it was fun to tease him about it anyways. Not that he had anything against gays.

"Did you now?" Sora asked, setting his head back against the counter he leaned against. "Coming from the kid who's never hooked up with a chick, never been laid, and basically looks like a girl? Please, Tobi could offend me more than you are right now." Sora figured first thing that his orientation was straight since most people he knew were. He hadn't considered guys as an option to have a relationship with or just to use for sex, and he was one of many who believed "he and she" was the only way to go. That had kind of been fixed with the incident in town, but he wasn't for that since he'd found it a rougher way than a lot of others.

Ryota raised an eyebrow as Sora listed things off, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I do not look like a fucking GIRL!" he yelled, stepping closer and kicking him in the stomach, which was easier than normal since he was on the ground. Even if he blocked the kick with his arms it would hurt, so he didn't really care, as long as the redhead didn't have the energy to move out of the way in time, which he was sure he didn't.

Sora hadn't any other choice but to take the blow full on, gasping in air and falling to the side. He tried breathing, or regulating it anyway, though it hurt and it wasn't really working well. He wished he could swipe back at him at least, but holding himself up after getting kicked in the stomach full force was the last of his energy. "You sure about that?" he asked weakly, knowing he was being stupid and encouraging Ryota to continue fighting.

Ryota was satisfied at the reaction he got, and he smirked, until Sora spoke. "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking sure" he answered, scowling. "Are you sure you wanna get beaten up?" he asked, which was more of a question than a threat. He put his bare foot to Sora's throat, glaring at him. Using his legs was really the only thing he could do with his body if he was to fight.

Sora coughed as Ryota's foot was set on his throat. He could crush his wind pipes if he had the motive to kill him. Maybe he, maybe he didn't. Right now he was just bring a prissy pants for being called a girl. "Ugh, get your nasty foot off of me," Sora managed out, using an arm to try to push it off of him. "You're probably as sure about your gender as we're all sure that Tobi's intelligent." Which no one was sure of.

Ryota continued to glare at him, his gaze not wavering. "Hmm, nope" he declined the demand, frowning. When the redhead continued to push the gender thing he growled, pushing a bit harder with his foot, tempted to kill him right there. He had been trying to for the past few months, and now he had his opportunity. But he wanted to win in a fair fight, so depending on how much Sora pissed him off, would be how much he would hurt him. "Do you really want to keep pushing that?" he asked angrily, "Because I won't hesitate to fucking kill you".

"I don't doubt you, 'cause you know, girls are better at handling the sight of blood when it comes to this stuff, killing and all, while it turns out guys are better cooks. Total irony, huh?" Sora asked with a pained amusement. Pushing this as far as it could go was one way to lighten his mood, even though it wasn't helping his condition any. He laughed with the little amount of oxygen he had regained, which wasn't much, so it sounded like a light cough.

"Oh you really fucking do want to die, don't you shithead?" Ryota asked, his temper rising. If Sora didn't want to die, he would have to shut up and appologize. Unless he did, he wasn't moving his foot. he leaning on it a bit harder even, liking the reactions that he was getting even though Sora tried to sound fine. he could hear the pain in his voice, and the laugh that wasn't really a laugh.

"Hmm, maybe, but I know you couldn't do it, even if chicks can stand blood better," he said, pushing it farther. Couldn't go much farther, but he'd still have his fun with it, even if he was over the line. He liked doing that to his luck, even though it really wasn't good for him. He just managed shortening his life span every time he did something like this, and he did this often enough when he was caught or injured.

Ryota growled again and pushed harder, about sure he was cutting off his entire air supply. If Sora was still mocking him then he obviously didn't care if he died, so he would take care of that. "Well I hope you liked your last breath, because you're not getting any more of it" he hissed, glaring down at him angrily. This was going to be the end of the nuisance that was staying in his room.

Being stupid again for not carrying a knife on him, Sora tried to pry the foot off his air supply. His head was hurting enough as it was. This certainly did nothing to help this, all it did was make it worse. His vision swam as the lack of oxygen affected him. He needed to think of a way to get him off of him. He could hardly speak, and trying would be a waste of the little breath he had left. He was too weak to do much. Maybe he was going to breathe his last, but at least he got to make fun of Ryota before that.

Ryota glared down at Sora coldly, having no intentions of moving his foot or relenting the pressure until he was sure the stupid redhead was dead. Of course, Tobi had other plans. "Senpai! What are you doing to Sora-san!?" he yelled, tackling him to the ground in a hug, which was obviously meant to get him to stop.
"ARGH! YOU FUCKING MORON!!! I WAS GOING TO KILL HIM!" Ryota screeched, mostly in pain, since he was beaten up enough as it was.

Sora gasped in air when the pressure on his throat was gone. He choked as he tried taking in air faster than he could. His mid section was extremely sore from getting kicked and also the night's incident. All the shouting was doing nothing for his massive headache and fever. "Thanks, Tobi," he said, looking at Tobi on the ground holding down Ryota. Served him right. Besides, it was funny. "Can you hold him until I find somewhere else quieter to sit?" he asked as he got up and limped off. Somewhere quiet with a cooler atmosphere would be the bathroom, which was awkward. Anyone's room though felt like it'd close in on him, and open space made him feel like he'd get jumped.

Ryota struggled to get the masked man off of him, which didn't work that well because of his injuries. He growled as Sora got up and started to leave. It wouldn't have pissed him off this much if he hadn't been so close to actually killing him this time. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!! TOBI!!! GET OFF!! YOU'RE FUCKING HURTING ME!!!" he yelled, which wasn't a lie at all, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted him off obviously.
"Okay Sora-san! Ryota-senpai you gotta stay down, because you can't hurt Sora-san, and Tobi won't let you because Tobi is a good boy!" he exclaimed, obviously happy that he was helping Sora, for some reason.

Sora would have laughed until he dropped if he weren't so injured. Ryota screaming at Tobi and Tobi casually and optimistically waving the yelling and death threats like they were every day greetings was probably the funniest thing he'd seen, other than Ryota dropping out of a tree and hurting himself. That one would be hard to top, but with Ryota, it could happen. He was glad the bathroom was empty. He leaned against the wall, the cool tile feeling good, even a little colder than he'd hoped. It was better than the kitchen...just a little weirder and probably more unsanitary.

Ryota continued to struggle until Tobi got off, once he was sure that Sora was gone somewhere, but the blonde had no idea where. He got to his feet stiffly, wincing, and glared at Tobi. He had been told a thousand times not to kill him, and he probably couldn't, since the stupid idiot seemed to survive anything, but whatever. "YOU FUCKTARD!!!! HE'S GONE!!! ARGH I HATE YOU!!!" he yelled before storming off, grabbing some clay and leaving. He headedoutside, needing nothing more than to explode things to help him calm down.

Sora heard him shout all the way from the bathroom, he'd laugh again if his head didn't hurt and it didn't send splinters of pain for the effort. He just sat quietly, hearing him leave. If he was mad he'd take his anger and frustration out on something out there, hopefully that something was a thing that could get him back for him using it to vent. Maybe he'd find an animal to anger and he'd get chased. Random, but it was the only thing Sora could think of that'd be funny enough. Oh, but if he blew trees up and branches fell, then that'd be good too.

Ryota stomped out of the base, fuming, and he immediately started to mould some of his clay. He could only use one hand though, because his broken arm made it awkward to use the mouth on his palm on that hand. He threw the birds in the air, sending them flying, blowing up trees once they were far enough away, sending dirt and debris everywhere, not that it bothered him at all. He was just venting his anger.

Sora could swear he heard Ryota's all the way from where he was. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, he could be hallucinating at this point. But he knew enough about Ryota to know that he was. It was giving him a migraine, but it wasn't like he could just walk out there and tell him to stop. He'd probably get blown up in the process. He hated this because it was almost the same feeling as getting a cold in the summer. You were cold but it was too hot and gross to wear blankets or sweaters, and then of course if you were running a temperature you were miserable.

Ryota continued to blow trees up, until there was a hauge clearing where he was, and he had mostly run out of chakra. He was panting, but he had gotten rid of his frustration, so he headed back inside. He walked down the hallway slowly once he was back inside, heading to his bedroom and collapsing on his bed. He had nothing to do, and he was tired as hell, so sleeping was a good option. He was sure the rest of the base would be glad of that too.