[center][h1][color=black]T[/color]OTSUKA [color=black]R[/color]YUSEI
[color=black]戸[/color]塚 [color=black]竜[/color]星[/h1][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]but when i say that one little rick will be pickled
well then everyone loses their minds[/color][/right][hr]

[indent]Fate was a funny thing. Sometimes it could be cruel, orchestrating events so that on your very first day, with your very fresh start, things align to see you plastered all over some shitty school paper. Marked as a pariah for the rest of the year over one little outburst. But, then it could be hilarious. Like how it was right now. How in the hell did that little twerp think it was a good idea to approach them? He hadn't even had the chance to so much as say a word before Shiori went bounding over at the pint sized reporter, who he recalled as the little voyeur perched behind the dumpsters. 

Perhaps it was best he said nothing; the redhead's yelling was sure to drown out whatever poison he wanted to spit the girl's way to begin with. He watched with vague interest as the delinquent drove her forehead into the other girl's face, reaching down with one arm to fish the yet unopened pack from Shiori's bag. He cracked the plastic surrounding it, peeling it off just enough to expose the box so he could fish out one of the cylinders within. Maybe not good manners to open a second before the first was done, but he was almost positive Shiori would finish both packs before next Friday anyway, so he felt little guilt as he stuck one of the cigarettes between his lips. He tossed the pack back into her bag, only then meandering over to where the two girls were grappled. 

[color=c0c0c0]"I distinctly remember telling you [i]not[/i] to do whatever the fuck it was you were doing,"[/color] He piped as he came to a stop a few feet away, digging his lighter free from his other pocket. He cupped his hand over the tip of his evening vice as the flames sparked up and set it alight, pulling wisps of smoke through the filterless tube to help the ember stick. [color=c0c0c0]"But it looks like you didn't listen. You that eager to lose another arm?"[/color]

He exhaled as he spoke, a cloud of harsh vapor drifting about his field of view as he glanced down at the would-be reporter. His gaze then drifted to the much taller hoodlum who had been his companion for the day. He almost felt bad about watching them tussle. [i]Almost[/i]. But when he remembered Nakano was the reason he'd spent the last four days busting his hump at the gym and at home, well, he suddenly felt that the welt between her eyes wasn't quite karma enough.

[color=c0c0c0]"You can keep hittin' her, you know. I think I'd flatten her if I took a swing, so get in a few for me."[/color][/indent]