::Kisa finally lost interest in talking to me after I ignored her babbling. Did Zahara really say yes to going with her?He doesn't look like the carnival type. I pondered.
Bill walked in, the model following close behind and he set down the lights. He walked up to a chair that was on the far side of the room and picked up a ball of cloth. He came up and handed it to me.
"Here, this is your friends jacket, right?"
I looked at it quizzically then nodded "Yes..it is." He placed in firmly in my hands and he smiled.
"Mr. Aeka dropped it off, he couldn't find him and he knew you gave him the tour."
He walked off as I nodded and he started to set up the lights. The model was dressed in old-fashioned garb today; I was excited to draw her.
I went to put the coat down next to my bag when his PDA fell out and hit the floor. I gritted my teeth, Crap! I hope it didnt break! I picked it up gently and it was turned on. I pushed a button and it said across the screen "Hello Zahara Voltair" I quirked an eyebrow at the device and sighed. I had never seen one of these before. It displayed the date, the time and has little icons like a computer desktop. I pushed another button and a blank box popped up.
"Password"
I groaned and unrolled his jacket and putt it back in the pocket. I felt bad about being so nosy but he was nosy too.. and so damn mysterious.
I pulled out my Charcoal and got ready to draw. I figured Kane was gonna cut today, he never usually showed to Art class.::
[I hope you dont mind the detail about the PDA Anyakan>.>]

( Hatch - You tap back and return to fighting stance, this starts the spar.
Sonic- His name is Zahara Voltair, Most PDAs are the same, I dont mind. If anything his new address should be listed as well, since he didnt have time to delete the info. And bill returns XP)

Kane had been waiting for this, he supposed he had at any rate, ever since the hallway. He knew that he could take everyone in that school..not in arrogance, he knew but Zahara...he was on a completely diffrent level..and for just the chance to fight him, was sending chills up and down his spine, nevermind his bare feet on the concrete.
Wonder how he fights?..he looks like he's had some discipline...eh that won't matter. Kane smiled and cracked his knuckles.
"Well then...Let's have at it!" He made a sprint, and then a dive for Zahara's legs, intending to knock his feet out from under him.

He smirked and withdrew his hand seeing that Kane was either not interested in tapping or was not a disciplined fighter. He must not understand.. His demeanor seems well enough. The street wise are ever changing, I will have to adapt to keep up with this one.

He watched as Kane's upper body moved forward and prepared to run him off course. A straight on charge? What is he thinking?
He shifted his weight to the side of him, gripping him by the shoulder with his left hand, the back of Kane's head with his right. He used the torque of his body as he turned to the back to steer the charging bull into a straight line. He loosened the grip on his shoulder and pushed his head with his palm.[palm strike]

He resumed his stance and held his guard watching his body movement carefully. Where your head goes your body will follow.

Kane's eyes widened as Zahara dodged, not only that, but had managed to knock him off balance enough that he tilted forward and was forced into a roll to keep his face from smashing against the roof. He came to a stop in a sitting position and looked back.
"Well...that was my mistake." He smiled and stood.
"Gotta watch that." He rotated his shoulder, and turned back.
"Let's try that again..without me falling on my butt this time." He made his charge again, this time, without any flourishes, he was going to test the waters so to speak, he went with a right hook and kept his other hand free and loose in order to protect anything that Zahara might try to retaliate against.

(Was having difficulty understanding what you meant by a straight hook, since hook kicks and punches are curved moves.)

He grinned waiting for him to get to his feet, chuckling at his remark but choosing not to banter with him. He shuffled his right foot behind him and waited for movement.

Watching him more forward for a charge, this time with his shoulder rotating back he made the assumption he was going to put his weight into a punch. Deciding to use Kane's momentum to add power to his own move he pivoted his left foot; quickly turned backwards, lifted his right knee up and kicked straight back with the pressure concentrated in his heel at Kane's chest aiming for the solar plexus.

(For anyone who does understand I'll put side notes >.> It's called a back kick, or a mule kick, it's a very powerful but but basic kick. The torso is tilted back in order to balance the kick and protect the body. The solar plexus is that spot on your chest right below where the ribs meet. It's where your energy is stored.. get hit there once and you don't forget it x.x)

((Meant right...*looks at post* Why'd I type hook? ^^; Probably what I get for watching Tenjho Tenge while I typed...Will edit
Edit: Never mind...I deleted the wrong thing, but the principle is still the same, Kane gets kicked. XD))

It was too late to stop it. Kane knew that as soon as he felt the breeze from the turn.
Shit.... Time crawled as he watched the sole of Zahara's foot closed the distance between them.
Then it hit, the pain exploded in his chest and his breath left his lungs. But what the hell, this is the chance he'd been waiting for, without missing a beat, he grabbed Zahara's leg and held it where it'd hit.
"Heh." A cough broke his laugh.
"Heh..heh..that's it..that's what I've been looking for." He smiled, looking between his bangs, teeth clenched to bear the pain.
"Damn you've got a strong kick you know that?" He lifted his head and smiled, spitting mucous that had gathered in his throat out onto the concrete.
"Thanks man." Kane ducked and whipped out a leg to swipe Zahara's out from under him.
((Bomb a head! XDD))

::I shoved the jacket aside, on top of my bag, and paid attention, getting ready to draw.
Bill came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder and mumbled.
"So where is this new kid? and the red haired one I never seem to see in my class? Have you seen them?"
I pulled away from him, afraid something was going to jump out of his beard at me.
I shook my head "No idea. The last I saw them they were in the gym. I didn't want to stick around and be late for class... but Ill be sure to tell them you asked about them.." I groaned. Its not like either of them care about their grade in art.
He walked off and clapped loudly once to get everyone to shut up.
"Alright group, were going to be drawing the model here in a tight environment. this will be a 2 day pose. We will continue the pose on Monday, and then we'll have a critique on Tuesday. Start drawing."
The model posed comfortable and he started the timer. I started to draw and Kisa looked over to my paper.
"Wow...I wish I could draw like you do."
I rolled my eyes "Kisa, I just started, buzz off." I figured she was being clingy since her precious Chidori wasn't around. I wondered how she was doing.::

(* Hahah I had to act out this part in the living room to figure out how the body would land in this position and where the limbs would end up. If I cant do it, Zahara cant. My dad was just looking at me from the top of the stairs and said "You know your strange right?" and went off to meditate >.>)

"Heh, for you, only the best" He grinned, bending his left knee slightly to maintain his balance, he supported himself as if he were unaffected by standing on one one leg.
"My gift to you, dont say I never gave you anything"
He saw his body drop suddenly as he ducked down and made for a sweep at his left leg.
Okay then Kane, I'll play your game..
*He allowed his knee to bend to prevent himself from being injured from the kick and focused his weight on the backside, falling into a roll. As he went down his shoulder and arm took the shock from the ground to avoid hitting his head. He rolled on to his back and used his left hand to grip kane's right side, while grabbing his upper left arm with his right hand. He used the same torque technique to pull Kane down with him, using the weight of Kane's fall to roll himself on top.

(Another thing that sounds like a lot but is down fairly quick.. about the amount of time it takes a person to fall >.>;; )

"I'm glad."
Kane's eyes widened as his kick missed.
"Crap! Not again!" He was about to roll away, and stand to make another assault, when Kane felt his body roll forward.
But Drac's..going back.. His mind didn't really comprehend what was going on, until he was flat on his back, Zahara above him.
CRAP! Worst position ever. Kane was vunerable on so many sides it wasn't even funny. He, on instinct jerked his arms up around his face and gut, knife graze two years ago..same position. He growled and jerked his leg into a kick aimed at the back of Zahara's head. He was trapped, he had to get up.
((XD "You're weird" huh? Don't feel bad, I do the same thing for drawings, and I'm assuming that they're facing each other, so let me know if that's bogus.))

(Hahah, How did you miss? XD Yep your right, Zahara fell forward and rolled on his side to avoid falling on his face, It'd be rather hard to reach his head in that position though, unless your knees can bend the other way o_o)

As he loomed over Kane his eyes widened seeing his terrified response. He knew well what it was like to be afraid, to feel vulnerable and want to escape. He froze for a moment feeling a tightening in his chest. As he lowered his head a long black curtain of hair slid in front of his face, hiding his anguish behind a cold disappointed stare. It was his mask, but behind it he trembled.
"This has gone on long enough."
He pushed off of him and headed towards the bench to gather his things.

((Not hardly, I forgot to mention that he'd arched upwards to give himself a little moving room when he made the kick didn't want people to get the wrong idea XDDD 0.o))
Kane dropped his leg and rolled to his side, did...did Zahara just blow him off?
"Like hell, I didn't even land a punch, do you realize what that's going to do to my ego?" He stood, his casual banter laced with concern, Zahara'd looked so disdainful, but there was something else there.
"What's wrong? That was hardly either your or my best, why'd you want to stop this early in the game?" He jutted a hip out and curled a fist around it, his heart was still pounding from the brief entrapment, but he brushed it off, and cocked his head.

(Ah, yeah I was wondering why you didn't bump and turn or do something else to create space between you. The person on top's goal is to lock or hold limbs and not allow you to have space to squirm your way out. Lying on your back isn't the worst position though you at least have a chance to fight your way on top. I'd say the worst is on your stomach. >.>; Myes, to anyone outside the jujitsu world it might look like something else. Hahah, "like hell" he did XD XD)

"Forget your ego. This match is over."
He sat down on the bench, pulling his socks out of his boots.

"If you want a punch in your going to have to try harder than that. I'm not some punk on the corner." He couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Does he enjoy struggling?

Putting his socks on he slipped his feet into his boots and adjusted the buckles with a discontented sigh.
"My reasons are my own, maybe Dracula is tired of playing matador."

He unrolled his shirt with a flick and put it on, hiding his scars once more.

"We should be getting to class, some kind of attendance record should be kept if you want to get out of here by graduation."

He jerked his collar to straighten it out and slid the cuff links back in.

He was...that little punk was blowing him off...just like that!
"My ego isn't what's bothering me, not an hour ago you were wanting me to give my all in that damn game, and now that we're out here, you want to quit..and it's not because you're playing matador." Kane shook his head. There was so many things wrong with this picture that he couldn't even count them all.
"You make no sense you know that? It's almost like you've given up on everything. Like you don't care. What is it that you're living for?" He moved and jerked on his shoes throwing his jacket over his shoulder.
"You've got to have some goal..."

::I let out a fierce yawn. I didn't feel much like drawing today and put my charcoal down and stared out the window. I had an urge to fly... then I thought of Zahara...What does he want from me? Why does he seem to pick on me so much.
I sat on the edge of my stool and looked around the room. They still hadn't come back from the roof, and I wondered if I should go up and see if there was a blood bath going down... I shrugged, knowing they could most likely take care of themselves.
Bill came up to me and put a friendly hand on my shoulder "Whats wrong Risa? You don't seem like yourself today."
I sighed "I..just have alot on my mind. You know I could get this drawing done in no time... I'm just lagging today.."
He smiled and haded me a five.
"well do you think you could go tot he cafeteria and get me a coffee then?" He smiled though his forest of a beard.
I let out a sigh and stood, taking the money from him.
"Sure.." Why was it that the teachers insisted on making me do the errands for them?! I walked out of the room silently, as not to disturb the model or my classmates.::

"Tch" He felt his lower lid twitch at the bull's response.
"You say I am the one running, but what of yourself? You ran away from that 'damned game' if you don't recall."

"I came here to play on your terms and you didn't lay a hand on me. That cant possibly be your best.
If it was, then the match was nowhere near even."

He scoffed, flicking his hair back and tying it quickly with a white cloth he had kept in his pocket.

"I don't know who you are trying to fool.
Trying to Psychoanalyze me like that.
Who are you to tell me what my fears are?
To point out what you assume are my weaknesses?
Who are you to claim I have no goal and ask me what I live for?"

He felt his blood beginning to boil at such arrogance.

"Before you go asking me such questions ask the same to yourself,
while you have no one around to feed you the answers you want to hear.
You have your own weaknesses to deal with, let mine not concern you."

If looks could kill he'd be digging a grave.

The white of his conditioned knuckles shown as he clenched his fists tightly.

It took every inch of his control to not floor the kid as he told himself,
He's unaware.. unaware and ungrateful.. don't let such things as emotions get in the way of the mission.

Immediately he jerked his body away and walked off towards the stairwell, feeling his icy exterior freeze over his volcanic emotions once more.

As he entered the darkness of the stair well he combed the bangs that hung from his tied hair back with his fingers revealing a smile.
He felt mixed emotions.
One of a man enraged, another of a mentor prodding their student in the right direction.
And yet, there was an emotion he was unsure about, deeming it dangerous and refused to delve any further.

How is it he makes me lose my cool so easily..
What an ass..

He breathed out in frustration as he went down the hall. For a brief moment he had not been paying attention as he rounded a corner, nearly crashing into a girl who had been lost in thought herself.

"I'm not defending myself against that either. I left, that's all, what of it?"
He ground his teeth together.
"You're right, it wasn't my best, in the beginning I just thought you another punk, and that was my mistake, and once I realized my mistake, I tested the waters, but you held back...so don't go spouting that damned 'do your best' bull." He cracked a few fingers and smirked.
"Psychoanalyze? You give me too much credit, I'm just trying to figure you out.
As for your fears, I said nothing about them, but now that you've brought them up..what are you afraid of?" He turned his gaze to the sky and watched a cloud roll lazily by and reached to grab it.
"What am I afraid of then? What are my weaknesses? Simple. Losing everything, Being alone...those are things that shake me to the core...you should have seen that when I fought to bring Juri back. Those around me that I care for are my driving force, and to protect them...that is my goal. I'd gladly give my life to see their's continue even for a single day." Kane let his head fall back to the front and sighed.
"Well that could have gone better." He ran a hand through his hair and followed after him.

Kane caught him at the bottom of the stair, just as Zahara about plowed into an innocent passerby.
Geeze...something's got his undies in a bunch. He smirked as he fell instep beside him.

::Startled, I looked up as I walked into Zahara's chest and I blushed, catching my footing, stepping back. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked to him, and groaned.
"Finished your brawl with Kane?" I looked over at Kane and did a head nod to acknowledge him. I tightened the grip on Bill's five and swerved around him.
"Excuse me, I'm on a coffee mission... Bill is wondering where you two are, so I suggest you show up to class..." I walked off silently::

He tuned Kane's thoughtless babbling out as he walked down the hall, it seemed to merge with the fuzzy sound of electric buzzing in the overhead lights.

What a bother.. He will never learn. Everyone is expendable. He must have depended on people all of his life..

He woke from thought as an object struck his chest. Looking down he recognized the high strung girl from earlier.
"Now what is that attitude for?"

His voice sounded friendly, and unassuming, as if the argument never happened.
"Oh yes, Life Drawing.."
Just the class I've been looking forward to.. I wonder why you are the one doing his rounds.. This should be an interesting class.

He smiled warmly and walked off, clasping his hands behind his back as he headed towards his locker.

His demeanor seemed to have changed in seconds, leaving no signs on his clothes or his body that would connect him to participating in any kind of tangle on the roof.

This was his craft, it had become second nature to him, making it hard to connect him to most things associated to him.

He smiled and waved to Risa, then let his hand fall....was she mad at him or something? She didn't even say hello...geeze. He pouted a moment then groaned.
"Great....And here I am without a pencil to my name." He sighed as he stretched. Maybe he'd go back out onto the roof....things were getting a little too tense down here....Zahara was getting freaky with his two-faced approach to life and Kane didn't even want to delve into what was pissing Risa off..if anything...there were times he wondered if she didn't get angry for the heck of it.

::I came back with the disgusting schools coffee that Bill wanted ever so desperately and I slipped into the classroom silently.
He smiled and approached me. I handed him his coffee and change.
"Thanks Risa..and I assume you'll get the model drawn in no time right?"
I nodded and shuffled back to my seat where Kisa was in her drawing zone. I yawned and picked up my charcoal and started drawing like mad, not even bothering to look around the room to see if the boys had returned or not.::

Walking down the hall he stopped in front of his locker, conveniently across the hall from the side exit door.

He manipulated the letters of his lock to read "S-A-N-D" and pulled down on the lock.
He opened the locker containing books from several classes at different grade levels, school supplies, a portable first aid kit, and portable chargers for electronic devices.

The books looked like they have never been used or even removed from their place in his locker.

Besides this the locker looked empty.
Too neatly put together; while the average student's lockers had that "lived in" look to them.

He pulled out the portfolio with ease, the supplies in it where very basic.
He slung the strap over his shoulder and closed his locker door.

The click of metal could be heard as he snapped the lock shut and turned the letters of the locker in random directions.

Turning on his heel he headed towards class, a bored, uninterested look on his face reflected for the first time in a while how he really felt.

He slid the door open just enough to get through, silently closing it behind him; Looking around the room for a strategic spot where he can both watch the model, the instructor, and Risa when needed.

Yep...it was too weird down here in the real world. Kane slipped back into the hallway after watching Risa and Zahara both go their seperate ways, and wiggled his eyebrows, this was one more pickle. Out on the roof however, he answered to no one and with a huff he stripped down till he was comfortable, bare feet sliding over the concrete much like before. It was still fresh in his mind, the defeat, the desperation..all of it still wormed around in his mind, but with a swift kick into the air, he began to focus and run over what he could have done diffrently in his mind...what he would do diffrently the next time. Phantom Zaharas mocked his every move, that same dark face, dancing just beyond his reach and vision. He felt lighter than he had in a while. Kane smiled and soon found himself laughing. If anyone had the strength Kane felt like he had to overcome in order to grow, not only as a fighter, but as a person, it would be Dracula.

::My outline was finished...I glanced up, hearing the sliding door open and Zahara slip in. I rolled my eyes and wondered why he even bothered... i drew on.
Bill then clapped and looked to Zahara.
"Heres an open spot..." He pulled out a stool on the left side me and I grimaced. Great, just what I need. Dracula breathing down my neck as I draw.... I groaned.
Kisa giggled as she witnessed him slip in.
"Ohh there he is, I'm so excited for tomorrow, I could just die!" She squeed.
I rolled my eyes to look at her,
"then why dont you???" I looked back to the model and continued to draw. I was getting colder by the day... I used to look forward to school and now... I seemed to dread it::

He looked over to the clapping bearded sailor with a raised brow.
Taking his seat in a chair that looked more like a low bench with a small wall in the front.

He set the portfolio down, unzipping the bag and pulling the large clipboard and paper from it.

He propped the paper and cliboard against the wall, observing the model for a moment before moving further.

He took advantage of the angles of objects in the room to measure with the length and degree of angles he would be placing on his paper.

Grimacing as he looked down at his box of charcoal he opened the top pouch of his portfolio and unlocked a portable first aid kit. Pulling out latex gloves and slipping them on before grabbing a piece.

He marked down key points for measurements and quickly drew the foundation of the model's skeletal structure and the base the model was standing on.

Working from the inside of the model out. His work seemed calculated and very analytical, keeping most of his attention on the weight of the anatomy and it's placement on the stand before adding what he considered "decorative" details to the piece.