[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Bang Constantine[/color] / [color=fdc68a]Hawke Grisham[/color][/h1][/center] There were two legends in an apartment within the Ikagi district nearby Pyramid City. Although it is not exactly located within it, it's close enough for some businessmen or people with jobs at the city to live there- as long as they had a means of transportation to get to places. It was a fairly quiet neighborhood, and nobody really paid much attention to the backgrounds of Bang Constantine. This also applied to one another man who contested in a different kind of "ring." Sitting on a small couch he managed to stuff into his small room, a large man surfed through a bunch of channels on the television. He wore striped boxers and a plain white t-shirt, and he did so without caring about how others would see him if they walked into his place. For someone like Hawke Grisham, his casual outfit was the last of his worries. As he flipped through the channels, he found a documentary covering literary aspects of Greece airing in one certain channel. His eyes were glued to the screen as the name "Hercules" flew by as one of the more well-known modern heroes. Oh, how he knew the hero by the flesh. It was just for a moment, but the man who never revealed his true name gave him the task of carrying out his legacy. The problem was, Hawke was in no position to suddenly reemerge as his successor just by lugging around the metal arm of a monster. Before he met Hercules face-to-face, he always saw him on the ring, challenging a variety of foes in cool matches. Never did anyone expect the wrestler to show that he was something more than just a wrestler... except Hawke. He always stuck with whatever the masked wrestler said, because he believed in him. How disappointed with the man be if he saw Hawke right now- lazing about in an apartment? To be fair, Hawke was nowhere as strong as the Greek hero who inspired an entire country to eventually eradicate all of a terrorist organization's efforts to bring ruin upon countries. The world did not need another hero, especially since there were so many Espers running around the world now- especially in Japan. So why was he in Japan? Well, his chances of getting a steady income proved to be much better there. Hawke mostly participated in community services that paid him adequately for his bills. [color=fdc68a]"Ughhhhhhhhh,"[/color] the Greek hero wannabe mumbled as he tiredly rubbed his face. [color=fdc68a]"How long has it been since I heard his war cry? It's almost like yesterday..."[/color] Blinking with half-open eyes, Hawke froze for a moment. [color=fdc68a]"...YESTERDAY? OH SHOOT, YESTERDAY WAS GARBAGE DAY! DID I THROW THE TRASH OUT?!"[/color] Bolting up from his couch, Hawke ran over to all three of his trash cans, each of them located at the kitchen, his study room, and his bathroom. It seems he did take them all out. He sighed in relief. Drinking soft drinks until his throat burned and knocked him out was never a good idea, especially if he partied with all of the apartment's residents. The pretty landowner, the busy male student who lived alone, a dark-skinned girl who practiced Kendo, and a boxer named Bang Constantine: he had held a party to their behalf as a celebration of his "eighth month living in the apartment." The thought of him trying to cheer himself up so much made him sigh yet again, this time out of boredom. Deciding that he needed to lift his spirits up, Hawke walked into his study room. While most of the study room was consisted of absolutely normal objects and dozens of wrestling wallpapers all over the place, the thing that stood out the most was the mechanical arm that Hercules gave him before his death. Clenched into a fist that refused to open, the arm of an iron monster served as some sort of trophy for both the Greek hero and Hawke himself. Hawke had it placed neatly against the wall, its massive size daunting the wrestler. [color=fdc68a]"Y'know buddy,"[/color] Hawke said as he stood in front of the arm, [color=fdc68a]"I hardly know ya, but you must've gone through some harsh times of your own. Getting stuck with me as a trophy, that is."[/color] The wrestler picked up the arm off of the wall as he carried it out of the study room. So far, the arm, which he dubbed the "Power Glove," had never shown any sign of activity. Sometimes Hawke doubted that it would actually activate once more when the people needed something a little extra to help them aside from Espers, but the man of his childhood had said it himself. So every day, he made sure the Power Glove never rusted or the like. Not that it ever rusted. For some reason, it only picked up dust and usually remained cleaner than even the most stainless of steel. Putting the huge arm down in the living room, Hawke sat down and analyzed it. Again, nothing seemed wrong with it. The usual space inside the Power Glove, which Hawke could put his own arm inside of, had not changed one bit, and it was still as clean as ever. [color=fdc68a]"If you ever start kickin' wild,"[/color] Hawke said with a small grin as he smacked the arm's mainframe, [color=fdc68a]"I'll have you know that [i]I'm[/i] gonna be the one to work with you. Cause if the predecessor of my title tells me so, then I will never let his word down."[/color] Just thinking about it hyped him up! Hawke making his grand entrance in... perhaps a troubled town nearby his neighborhood as he walked in with the arm on his back. He would lug it around, and... ... ... ... [i][color=fdc68a]...Wait, I don't even know how I could use this arm aside from wildly flinging it around.[/color][/i] Hawke smacked an open palm against his face, realizing that he was still too far from becoming an awesome wrestler. [color=fdc68a]"Ah, screw it! I'm gonna go get some groceries. Maybe I'll have Bang follow or something."[/color] Slapping some jeans over his boxers and a thin grey jacket over his t-shirt, the Greek man snatched his wallet off the kitchen table and left his apartment. He locked the door and walked a few steps before knocking on Bang's door. [color=fdc68a]"Hey, Bang, wanna go get some groceries? I promised the landlady that I'm gonna make lunch for everyone in this apartment, so that means I'm also gonna make some for your friend as well!"[/color] Silence greeted Hawke for a few seconds. Just when Hawke began to wonder if Bang was inside or not, the door opened, revealing Bang in a blue hoodie. The heat of someone who had just taken a shower emitted from Bang. [i][color=fdc68a]Wow. Did he just dress up super quickly into a hoodie when I called out to him, or does he just literally wear that everywhere?[/color][/i] [color=82ca9d]"What're you making?"[/color] Bang asked with a curious, yet idle tone. [color=fdc68a]"Ramen! Aw, hell yeah, I love that stuff! Since it's not a sandwich, I'll have to give it some [i]extra[/i] care as I make some for y'all!"[/color] The boxer nodded. Indeed, ramen was good. [color=82ca9d]"Instant ramen?"[/color] Bang guessed. [color=fdc68a]"Nope, I actually know how to make Nagasaki-styled ramen a bit. Sure, the noodles are still from store brands, but it'll be different from instant ramen. So whaddya say, Bang?"[/color] Posing as an imaginary flash of light shone behind Hawke Grisham, the Greek man asked with an immensely loud voice, [color=fdc68a]"Do you want to accompany this hunk of a Grisham in a grocery trip?!"[/color] [color=82ca9d]"Ye."[/color] His eyes widening, a grin jumped its way into Hawke's face as he clapped his hands once. [color=fdc68a]"That's right! You just can't leave your brother-from-another-mother all by himself when he goes out to buy ingredients to cook for a whole apartment! "...Not that it matters too much since there's only five of us living in the place, but... "You get the picture, right?! Are you ready?!?! Cause I! AM! SO READY TO GO!!!"[/color] At Hawke's excitement, the boxer let out an incredibly rare smirk as he nodded. Although it was easy to misunderstand Hawke as some egotistical and hyperactive buffoon, he really just cared about doing casual things he could do with people he knew of well. [color=fdc68a]"AWWWW RIGHT!"[/color] The Greek wrestling fan exclaimed as he pointed at the gate of the apartment. [color=fdc68a]"We're headin' out, then. Make sure lock your door, though! I'd hate to see all of your stuff get stolen if you rush out all excitedly and stuff just because I'm the one who invited you into a grocery trip!"[/color] [hr] Soon, Bang and Hawke walked out of the apartment gate as the landlady waved at them. [color=f6989d]"Take care of yourselves!"[/color] She said, her voice as gentle as her smile. [color=fdc68a]"Don't worry, miss,"[/color] Hawke said as he pounded his chest with a clenched fist. [color=fdc68a]"This Grisham will never get lost in the city like he had all the time before! I brought a map, you see-"[/color] Hawke reached for the map in his pocket... only to realize that he didn't bring a map. [color=fdc68a]"-...which is probably in a cellphone-"[/color] He also didn't have his cellphone on him. The man glanced at Bang, who blinked at him. [color=fdc68a]"-...which probably belongs to Bang-"[/color] [color=82ca9d]"I don't have a cellphone."[/color] Clutching his hair, Hawke seethed internally as he wondered why things never went his way. [color=fdc68a]"Alright, then!"[/color] He proclaimed as he dusted his hands. [color=fdc68a]"I'm gonna go get my map, so wait here for five seconds!"[/color] And he surely kept his word! It took Hawke five seconds to grab the map... plus an additional fifty five seconds to find his cellphone, which turned out to be hiding under the kitchen table. Bolting out of his apartment door, he locked it and ran next to Bang with a wide grin. [color=fdc68a]"See? Five seconds, right?... That was five seconds, right...?"[/color] The landlady giggled as she nodded. Bang almost snorted. As the two men walked away from the apartment to a bus station they commonly get on together, the wrestling fan stretched his arms. Bang was not too small for his age, but Hawke almost loomed over him when their heights were taken into comparison. Yet, the two seemed like they were quite close to each other- almost as if they were friends from different worlds. [color=fdc68a]"I heard the schools and universities and all that good stuff are getting back into business,"[/color] Hawke began a conversation with his usual loud demeanor. [color=fdc68a]"Gee, you gotta hand it to them! If you don't have magic, they always have that cool stuff to inject that gives people abilities."[/color] [color=82ca9d]"Ye,"[/color] Bang nodded as he looked around the peaceful district. [color=82ca9d]"It's pretty cool."[/color] [color=fdc68a]"Ha ha! Not that we could ever dream of being Espers, though. You and I have goals to acquire... none of them requiring artificial power! Together, we'll be unstoppable and achieve everything we want! From fame to wealth, and from wealth to recognition!... Actually, recognition [i]is[/i] fame, but you get the picture, right?!"[/color] Again, the boxer nodded. For the two of them, it was just another peaceful day as they approached the bus station near the outskirts of the Ikagi district. They would soon go to the city.