[It was one thing to disrespect him, Fubuki could even live with that. But showing such blatant disregard for the field where his favorite sport was played, and even for nature itself...that was unforgivable.
In that way, the boy before him reminded him so much of Fudou. Antagonistic to the last, he'd do anything to draw a reaction out of his opponents. Fubuki had wanted to punch Fudou for some of the foul things that the other boy had said. And if it hadn't been for Someoka's interference, his chiding reminder that he'd be benched if he got violent, he probably would have socked him one, too. It wasn't like Fudou hadn't asked for it, turning his cheek towards him and even smirking...
...it was much the same expression that 'Hiei' wore now.
And this time, Someoka wasn't there to remind Fubuki to keep his anger in check. This time, there was no game he could lose by swinging first and asking questions later.
But first...
With a derisive snort, he turned and stalked across the grass towards the cigarette butt. After scooping it up out of the green blades he pinched the end between his fingers to make certain it was good and out, and then stuffed it into his pocket to be discarded properly after their fight.
And it was a fight he looked more than ready to take on now as he finally turned his attention back to the older boy, golden eyes zeroing in on Vincent.]
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In that way, the boy before him reminded him so much of Fudou. Antagonistic to the last, he'd do anything to draw a reaction out of his opponents. Fubuki had wanted to punch Fudou for some of the foul things that the other boy had said. And if it hadn't been for Someoka's interference, his chiding reminder that he'd be benched if he got violent, he probably would have socked him one, too. It wasn't like Fudou hadn't asked for it, turning his cheek towards him and even smirking...
...it was much the same expression that 'Hiei' wore now.
And this time, Someoka wasn't there to remind Fubuki to keep his anger in check. This time, there was no game he could lose by swinging first and asking questions later.
But first...
With a derisive snort, he turned and stalked across the grass towards the cigarette butt. After scooping it up out of the green blades he pinched the end between his fingers to make certain it was good and out, and then stuffed it into his pocket to be discarded properly after their fight.
And it was a fight he looked more than ready to take on now as he finally turned his attention back to the older boy, golden eyes zeroing in on Vincent.]
Okay, I'm ready now.