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[h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2][/center]

Yamato had just sat down and intended to stay in his seat for a while when this depressed runt showed up. Daiki started talking to him and all Yamato could do was hang back and listen to him yap. [color=9e0039]“Excessive?”[/color] Yamato asked with a slight grin playing on his mouth, asking a question that was obviously not meant to be answered. Yamato got up again, ignoring Shin's interruption, and pushed Daiki against his shoulder - relatively soft, but he still pushed him. [b]Tph..[/b] the boys clothes would sound as Yamato's hand connected with the shoulder. [color=9e0039]“Idiot.. have you forgotten whose house this is?”[/color] Yamato's other hand now extended for the boys other shoulder, harder this time. [b]Tph.[/b]

[color=9e0039]“Or maybe you enjoy when fat fucks are drunk in your house, picking on girls.”[/color] Not that he cared much for Paneru, he was just throwing that last bit in there to gain the moral high ground against Daiki. Yamato might be cocky but that didn't mean it wouldn't feel good to be supported by the rest. Again, his hand extended for the boys shoulder, harder and harder. [b]Tph![/b] Yamato's grin had dissapeared and made way for his characteristically angry look that toiled and milled on his face pretty much constantly. He was done pushing Daiki around, as could be seen from his fists which had now balled up as Yamato got ready to punch Daiki. [color=9e0039]“I should kill y-”[/color] But the punch never came, as Yamato was distracted by some cat screeching. Or rather, Sentou started 'singing.'

Then Fubuki came by and notified Yamato that there was no purpose in beating up this poor, depressed kid. She was right, though, Yamato's anger had gotten the best of him again and he now realized he wouldn't gain anything - be that respect, fame or honour from beating such a weakling up. His fists fell down and he put his hands in his pockets again, taking up a relatively 'cool' stance. [color=9e0039]“Baka, go back to that lake you were sitting in and drown yourself, that way you can stop pestering me [i]at my house.[/i]”[/color] Whether Daiki would want to continue their little tussle or not, Yamato didn't care much and turned around. He spotted Naomi and walked over to her, dumping himself into the bench that was there and putting his left arm on the back-rest so he could turn and face Naomi rather than sit straight. He had noticed she had closed her eyes, no doubt to stop the crowds' annoying voices from reaching her but he'd make sure to interrupt her. 

[color=9e0039]“Yo, [i]idiot[/i].”[/color] Yamato hadn't even read her text message back, oblivious to the fact that he'd even received one. [color=9e0039]“Daiki just got in my face.”[/color] He didn't laugh or grin, matter of fact he kept a straight, cool face. But he couldn't help but think it was funny. [i]Daiki..[/i] fighting.. [b]him?[/b] That'd be over in 2 seconds. He wondered what Naomi would think or say to him.