Thread: DragonBall Plus (Koibito & LadyAthene)

Tsuzume So? What do you say? A frustrated sigh was the initial response to the inquiry, which had been tossed over to sixteen-year-old Tsuzume for what felt like the millionth time now. It wasn't that many times, not in actuality. But it really did feel like way too many. It wasn't that the raven-haired girl didn't have an interest in men. The better way to word it was she had standards, something that many of her classmates didn't comprehend. Or at least it appeared that way, especially on some days more than others. Now, unfortunately, was one where it was as clear as the sky whilst it was void of clouds. Look, she finally began to reply in the most calm tone she could muster, It's not you, okay? I just -- If it's not me, then why don't you say yes? Because I was trying to explain that part, she muttered bitterly, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. I don't know. Plain and simple. I'm not going to rush into something I'm ... not one hundred percent confident on, okay? Now, if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be. Tsuzume barely got to finish pivoting on her feet before an irritated growl resounded behind her. What kind of bullshit is this you're giving me?! You think you're better than me or some shit?! No, I already -- But that was as far as Tsuzume got. Soon, she saw in her blue orbs a very pissed off teenager that towered over her - even if only by four or so inches - and was charging right for her. Probably intending to tackle her, if Tsuzume had to take a guess. Her head weakly moved from side to side as she did perhaps the last thing anyone would have expected. She didn't run, cry, scream, or even elicit the softest of whimpers. Instead, she hunched down slightly, getting into a very disciplined-looking stance. Ha! Don't joke with me! You think you can overpower me?! Nope, she replied honestly, earning a confused and simultaneously annoyed glare. Stop fucking around with me, ya goddamn -- !! By now, the distance had been closed. He was within reach and, apparently, that was the primary mistake the poor bastard made. If anyone was around, they would have had to avoid blinking just to ensure their eyes hadn't deceived them, simply because that was how graceful and swift everything occurred. The boy had gone from rushing towards Tsuzume to ending up flat on his back. But what made it more intriguing - or embarrassing, depending on the point of view one looked at the display - was Tsuzume kept true to her word. She hadn't overpowered him. Even though she did indeed appear to toss the obviously taller and no doubt stronger male, it wasn't exactly what she did. If anyone with enough martial arts knowledge was around, they would realize the truth of the matter was easier than merely throwing someone twenty - probably more - pounds heavier than Tsuzume. She'd simply used his own momentum against him. As I was going to say, I don't need to overpower you. Now then, she stated in a confident tone, Unless you want to see for yourself if that was a fluke or not, I suggest leaving me alone. I have to go. This time, when Tsuzume pivoted on her feet, she didn't hear anything no cursing, no footfalls trying to stalk her, nothing. Well, almost nothing. Whispers were gently echoing, most of which seemed to be more directed at the failed assailant, though some were about her and the stunt she had managed to successfully execute. Baka, she muttered, sighing as she straightened out the skirt of her uniform . As nice as the practice before arriving at the Turtle School of Martial Arts usually was, Tsuzume found it equally annoying. Couldn't these guys pick on someone else? Though, to be fair, I wouldn't really wish for anyone to be in my position ... And so, after eliciting a defeated sigh, Tsuzume decided not to dwell on the past few minutes anymore. Everything that had been said and done already happened. The best thing she could do was continue on her way. No sense in risking being late because of one, immature idiot. ... Speaking of immature people she knew, it seemed she - again - beat Kyoku. Her head slowly moved from side to side as she walked out, now clad in her martial arts uniform . Of course, the sleeves didn't hide everything . Most of her skin was concealed, yes. But if one made an effort to look past the folded-over parts of her gi, hints of white fabric could be made out. ... Oh grow the hell up, already ... As if everyone else heard her thoughts, the multiple gawks and stares finally stopped. A third sigh, this one holding an exhausted sound in it, passed her lips as she sank to the floor and sat patiently on her knees. Now, she waited for two very specific yet vital individuals her sensei and Kyoku. All things considered, he was probably her closest friend. While she had half-joked ot herself and him if that was a sad thing or not, today had helped her reassure herself of one revelation. The answer was no. Sure, he was immature and annoying at times. But he wasn't that stupid. .. At least not with you ... ... Hopefully it wasn't only because he knew she could fight back. The thought made her grip her lower lip as Tsuzume hid a groan. Placing her hands atop the fabric of her hakama, Tsuzume slowly shut her blue eyes and began taking deep, calming breaths.