It's Dojo Time.
The traffic was light to his surprise and Byakuya reached to the Dojo centre within 20 minutes. He parked the car in his usual spot and headed into the red building with a giant billboard of Dojo fighters hanging over the entrance. The place was scanty of people but he figured just as much. Today was the last day of summer vacation and no matter how much Zaraki loved to keep this open, no one will come. He smiled at his thought, imagining the face of giant dojo instructor.
"So finally the prince has arrived." Zaraki said as he walked into the auditorium. He was sitting on the fighting mat lay in the middle of the large oval hall and was half naked down to his waist. His muscles on the arms are bulging out as he tightly crossed them over his broad chest. He looked up as Byakuya stood before him and throw his bag onto the floor. That arrogant son of a bitch. He thought as he watched him standing before him without greeting him or replying his question. He had known Byakuya for 12 years since they were in high school. For a rich, spoiled brat, he was surprisingly a good fighter, efficient in dojo, karate and taekwondo and he didn't mind to get bloody in fights which is the first reason for them to become friends. He stood up as Byakuya took off his shirt and throw it onto the bag. Zaraki was nearly 7 ft tall with body build of a hulk and with a deep scar across his face and his spiky hair; he was a pretty intimidating figure.
But Byakuya, although shorter than him as he is around 6'3" or 6'4", has pretty impressive figure too. He stretched his limbs and rolled his neck. "You seem troubled today." Zaraki said as he stretched his arms. "And you cared, why?" "Nothing, just don't want to fight someone who don't have their mind in it." Byakuya stood before him firmly and said. "Even if I don't have my mind here, you still won't be able to beat me." Zaraki smile, exposing his teeth like a tiger and said, "We'll see about that." With that they both dashed toward each other, each throwing all of their strength into their fists. The methods of a real dojo was to lay the opponent down on the mat, not beat him to death but judging from their fierce blows aiming at each other with dead intent glowing in their eyes, that fight wasn't a real dojo. It was a death match.
After going at the fight for more than a couple of hours, both of them panted, each supporting their blood and sweat covered bodies with their hands on their knees. "That was a pretty good fight." Zaraki announced when he can find his voice again. "Not that bad." Byakura said wiping the blood from his mouth. His left cheek is pretty swollen as he got hit when he was giving Zaraki a tight blow to his brow. He can taste the strong metallic taste filling in his mouth though he couldn't figure out where that blood is from. Is it from his cheek or from his broken lip? He stood up and winced as he rolled his shoulder. His pale white body is now tinted with several reddened and swollen areas, on his chest, on his shoulders and a couple on his ribs. He looked at Zaraki who is touching at his bleeding eye brow. He too had got pretty severe hits. His left eye is swollen to a size of tennis ball and his lip is too reddened and bleeding.
Although his ribs hurt every time he breathes, Byakuya felt much better than he did before. "I heard you are going back to university." Zaraki said as Byakuya picked up his bag and threw his perfectly white shirt over his shoulder. "Yes, I have plenty of free time between company and home. So I figured it be great to go back." He said surprisingly feeling lighter and easier to open up to other. "Boring. Why don't you just come over here and we will fight every day?" Byakuya faintly smile at his words and said, "I am not nuts like you, Zaraki. I am not a barbarian. I have a life." "Are you saying I don't have a life?" He said with a hard tone. Byakuya didn't bother looking back but keep on walking.
"That's exactly what I am saying." He heard a grunt behind him and "Whatever. It is better than going back to study." He catches up with him and they both headed out of the auditorium. "Want to go for a drink?" Byakuya asked as he put on the extra shirt he bought with him in the locker room. "You drinking? That is new." Zaraki said with a mocking chuckle as he buttons his leather jacket. "Is that yes or no?" Byakuya asked sternly as he sensed he was lowering his defenses too much. "Sure, why not? But I am not drinking pussy drinks like wine or beer and also you are paying." He said following him out of the room. "And why is that?" Byakuya asked as they both got out of the building and headed for his car.
"Losers always pay. That's the rule." Zaraki said standing on other side of the car while Byakuya open the driver side. "If we are going to decide who the loser is, you will have to sell your dojo." He replied with a mocking smile and got in the car. "What did you say?" "Just get in, moron." "Keep calling me that and I'll bash your skull in with my fist." Zaraki cursed as he got into the car. The two of them continued to argue as the black car speed out of the parking lot and quickly it disappeared into the traffic. The fading golden lights of the sun set showered over the now empty Dojo centre, giving it an empty goodbye gesture as it sank into the horizon.
Good fight to see in movie, isn't it? Anyway, I put some effort into this, believe it or not. It is really hard for me to write something funny. I hope you enjoy this. In next chapter, I will bring out Toshiro, I think I been put him aside long enough. Please leaves review about this chapter. Thanks guys, :D