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[indent]A few of the idiots around Ikino were getting texts simultaneously and all merited the same reaction: sheer aggression. Each one of the high school guys that checked their phones began to run off swearing while Mochi changed his attitude and turned towards them instead, derailing the path to the cemetery. Much like a scared cat in a corner, Mochi hissed viciously as his hair stood on end and he began to radiate an eerie aura of seemingly defensive instincts. Before Ikino could do a whole lot about it or even try to soothe the phantom feline, he darted off after the boys.[/indent]

It wasn't more than a few moments later that Hitashi was surrounded by even more thugs than before. And, that's what they were this time. Thugs. These weren't your average high school bullies or punks that got their kicks from torturing a few kids smaller than them, these were thugs on a mission. The kids Hitashi just beat the shit out of were initiates into their gang and they ran the neighborhood Hitashi was in. The [i]'last guy'[/i] that ran off from earlier was now frantically pointing at Hitashi and screaming, [b]"THAT'S THE MOTHER FUCKER THAT GOT US, BOSS!"[/b] There was no honor among these people, either. Almost twenty kids, including a few that were just insulting Ikino, surrounded Hitashi with all the intent in the world to beat him half to death and possibly the other half, too. There was no mercy in their eyes and the only humanity one could see was the pathetic, drug-filled eyes of a junkie whose only bravery came from a pack mentality.

As soon as the largest looking kid among these thugs was about to talk, a few of them were pelted with rocks big enough to crack the skulls. As if these thugs were nothing more than a hive mind, they all looked in the direction of the stones at the same time only to realize that they were falling down off a roof by what seemed like a makeshift hammock-trap. Meanwhile, none other than Ibuki - no less than a street vigilante around this time of year - cracked two of these kids skulls together, then grabbed the throat of the biggest one of them. Literally choking the life out of this kid, he looked back to Hitashi and told him, [i]"You can't let them run off. You have to beat them all to an inch of their lives so that they know you could have taken the last inch."[/i] Ibuki then lifted his entire arm and applied pressure not just to the thugs windpipe, but his carotid arteries. [i]"If little punk bitches like these know the difference between their last breath and their next is a bad day on your part, they won't ever fuck with you again."[/i]

And, just like a back of wild dogs whom were all being watched now by the phantom feline Mochi who felt the malicious presence within them. While Ibuki, whom at this point seemed just as nefarious as the rest of them, held their leader by his throat as if to squeeze the very life from him, the entire group waited as if only useful upon instruction. It wasn't until a few of these punks were backing off that what felt like a wave of mal-intent poured over them - one that Ibuki, Ikino and Hitash could all feel - that they jumped back into the fray, save the few with cracked and bleeding skulls from the downpour of stones. Aside from their leader, fifteen or so punks now made it their business to beat down Ibuki and Hitashi.