[b]"Tch, Hitashi Smith."[/b] He replied, sounding as hysterical as one could get. This day has took more of a toll on him than he was ready for, but he was feeling better now that the fight was over. Hitashi sorta blew off the latter question with a shrug and a sigh. There was too many other attention grabbers than to answer a single unimportant question. First being the black-haired fiend that showed up unannounced. Who was he, other than a guy now known as Kurohana Ibuki? This guy just randomly shows up to fight for a guy that is outnumbered; then more so, finishes the battle in far better shape than he'd think possible given the circumstances. Hitashi had half a mind to fight him right now to see what this stranger was really made of. This really was more than just half a mind to do so, but he knew that in his current state he would fall flat from the first punch out of sheer exhaustion.

The next, and probably most puzzling, thing grabbing Hitashi's attention was the addition of a girl to the fight. She was more of a mystery from lack of knowledge than downright outstanding or noticeable. As far as he knew, girls didn't fight except each other. Of course, it wasn't that he cared about that more so than when did she get here and why was she fighting? This obviously wasn't her fight to begin with, and normal people don't just jump into random fights for the thrill of it. Hitashi didn't know her nor did he really plan to, but he would at least giver her the time of day, so to speak, should it come down with to some sort of interaction with her. The cat wasn't a bad addition of her image either, if he got down to it.

[b] So what brought you to my fight, Mr Ibuki?"[/b] Hitashi finally asked after a second or so to calm down. [b]"It's not like you had much reason to help a red-headed american such as myself. And you're a bit too well dressed for this to be a hobby of yours. I mean, a tie isn't much of a casual accessory."[/b] He joked, still feeling a bit hysterical. Speaking of attire, this made Hitahi take notice of his own. His pants were dirty and his shoes were scuffed. Various holes and red stains scattered thought his shirt and jacket making them no longer suitable to be worn out in public. He decided to adjust his schedule accordingly, making a special trip to the store either tomorrow or the next day. His pants would have to be sent to the tailors.