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[h3][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h3]

	A push came to his shoulders from Yamato, the first a meager [b]tph[/b] against his wet clothes. The next few were harder, making it impossible for him to heed Shin's words. If it wasn't the time then, Yamato made sure to have changed it. The pretentious prick went on to bark about whose property they were on, not once using his name in order to do so. Even without any of that, the fact that Yamato couldn't go a sentence without degrading someone was ... enraging. 

	Daiki's countenance had remained encased in a judging stone. It may have flinched or tightened against Yamato's pushes but it never faded from the scrutinizing gaze of a stubborn enforcer. It was funny how no one seemed to really stand up to him before, Yamato didn't look that impressive to him. In fact, all his barking and showboating just made him look like your rich kid. 

	Seeing Yamato stance change, his body tensing up for a punch drove him into action. His slid his shoulder away from the punch, his foot taking a step back as readied himself to counterattack. But a gut wrenching, ear-splitting voice drew him away from the conflict. For the first time his expression cracked. His lip quirked up in disgust, fist balled at his side but his body rigid. 

	Then Fubuki appeared. She approached them with the intentions that Shin's had. To stop the growing fight. But of course Yamato had to have the last word. A part of him wanted to understand why? was it really that important to degrade others. Why not be happy being at the top and try to encourage. Maybe it wasn't his place to be thinking like that but something inside ... something just pulled him to defend. Whether that be others or himself.

	Yamato started to walk away but the Naito in Daiki was having a hard time letting it all go. He looked at the chair the guy had sat in, walked over to it, and pulled his foot back to send it towards his head. But ofcourse, that didn't happen. Aoi, just as he had loaded his leg, dropped down onto his shoulders. She didn't weight much at all. In a flurry of activity, a paper bag flew from out the lakehouse and she dropped a can in front of him. He caught it instinctively but just as soon as he felt the cold container, he placed it on the ground.

	[color=red]" No thanks,"[/color] he told her, declining the slight offer. [color=red]" Grump? That's no grump, he's more like a asswipe. I really hate his kind the most."[/color] 

	His words probably fell on busy ears as Aoi left him to bother the others. Alone, he rubbed the back of his head as the Naito itch followed suit. It prodded him mercilessly, the disrespect and the rage that coursed through him. In a hidden manner, he started to grind his teeth. Time seemed to slow for him. He glanced towards Yamato as the oblivious guy joined Naomi Hyuuga. Uncaring of his surroundings. 

	His eyes shifted between the chair and beer can on the ground. Each was accessible but only one was right for the situation. 

	[color=red][i]No,[/i][/color] he berated. [color=red][i]No violence. Just let the shit go.[/i][/color] 

	[color=red][i]Why the hell should I let it go?[/i][/color] he argued with himself. [color=red][i]He started it, now I'll fucking finish it. I'm Natio, its what we do![/i][/color]

	In the end, he picked up the can of beer, looking to have change his mind about drinking it. With a hand at his side, and the other weighing the can, he spoke out aloud. [color=red]" Hey, Yamato!"[/color] He was looking down at the can in contemplation as he spoke, rolling it in his hands. A second passed before he threw it to him with a quick swipe. 

	[color=red]" How about a friendly spar,"[/color] he offered with a small smirk. [color=red]" I'd hate to ruin the party so let's make a wager too. Bets are always fun right?"[/color]