Ch13 of Destination will be out within the week. Tis' all. Enjoy.

Ch4: Don't Stop (Color on the Walls)

Oh shit my head... I thought to myself, flexing the tips of my toes and fingers. My body was stiff with agony. I could barely move my head and neck, let alone hold myself up. The sun shined brightly on my closed eyes. They sneaked a peak of the outside world. Harsh, bright overtones forced them to closed again. My hand still burned immensely, though the pain passed.

"Hey!" A voice called out. "Wake up you, idiot!"

A stiffness pressed against my chest, I reluctantly opened my eyes. The deep blue eyes of Okada, Yuki looked down upon me. The fury held within them was ready to tear me asunder, if I invoked such as vengeful wrath. Blonde hairs, hung down over his face, his hand placed femininely on his hip with a sour expression.

"Why are you sleeping out here?"

I replied in a groggy voice. "Cause I'm tired."

"What if somebody mugs you?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "It's in the middle of broad, fucking daylight."

"Get up, and let's go spar at your new place." I looked up at his broad smile. "I want to see this little harem of yours."

"Nobody is home today," I uttered.

"Don't care, let's go spar."

I led him back. Yuki-kun gazed upon the share house with content. I noticed the smirk on his face. "Hey, quit thinking those thoughts." I said, fishing my keys from my pockets.

"I can't help it." He said smugly. "Have any of them hit on you yet?"

I unlocked the door. "Yeah... kind of..."

"Kind of?"

"Well, she was drunk. She also kept making sexual advances towards me."

"Lucky bastard," he sighed, following me across the threshold.

"Yuki-kun."

"Taketo-kun." I tossed my bag to the side. My arm reached out for the closet door, I snapped the knob. I grabbed my bokken.

"Come on." I led him down the hall. We turned and moved into the living room, where I had left his gift. I clasped my wounded hand around the Koumaken, just to admire it for a while longer. "Happy (early) birthday, Yuki-kun." The sheathed blade left my wrapped hand, and entered his. "Sorry, I had trouble getting the bloodstains off the blade, some you will barely notice."

"It's fine." He replied. "If you don't mind me asking: when and where did you get this?"

"Last night. I stole it from a delinquent."

"..."

"What?"

"..."

"Come now, Yuki-kun. It's not like he'll call the cops."

"Thank you, Taketo-kun. Now are we going to spar or what?" He asked.

"So impatient." I answered, moving into the backyard. With my bokken in hand, I unsheathed the wooden katana, and stood at the opposite end of the yard.

Yuki unsheathed bokken. "You ready, Taketo-kun?" I watched him brandish the blade between his fingertips. My answer was as fast strike. Yuki countered, the wooden blades clacked loudly together. The sound resinated with the air. We come and resorted to quick, low-level blows, ones easily countered and deflected by even newbies. Yuki flicked out his leg. The kick was aimed for my head which I gracefully dodged.

"Tch, show off." He grumbled loudly. "You may have always been better than me at Kendo, Taketo-kun. But I was always better than you in martial arts!" I gripped my bokken strongly. I swung down center, he quickly parried almost removing the bokken from my hand. "Screw this." Yuki said with a chuckle, pulling a hidden (wooden) wakizashi from behind his back, and brandishing it within the fingers of his left hand. He came at me fast and strong. Despite his non-athletic appearance, he was quite physically fit.

Damn! I exclaimed in my own head, barely shifting my bokken at all in order to block. I pushed the wooden blade back, and flung my own leg out for kick. Yuki dodged promptly, swiping at me with the wakizashi. It connected. A burst of pain entered my body, felt like clutching my right arm. I couldn't afford the lack of defense right now. "Taketo-kun, that would be considered a very, deep cut." I didn't pause. Not now. I swung. A clattered sound came from the blades, I quickly tried to retreat, but Yuki was hot on my trail.

I have to make this fast, I quickly swung down, praying silently to myself that it would connect. Which was not likely, Yuki is a slippery one. I readied myself. I brought the sword to my opponent again, much more swift against the time before. I quickly retracted the wooden blade and struck again with a jabbing motion. I so narrowly missed entire abdomen, the tip grazed his stomach lining. Yuki grunted loudly from the pain. I smirked widely. My ego grew a tiny bit. I folded in my arms and went for it. This was my chance! I charged hastily. My bokken was ready to do harm.

He blocked my strike with the wakizashi. Just barely though, it skidded dangerously close to the fist, gripping the handle. I applied more force, trying to throw him back. I let out a battle cry, and with all my strength swung as hard I as I could. Yuki had skid back on the edge of his heels. He was ready, and so was I.

"Yuki!"

"Taketo!"

The wooden blades clacked loudly together. Another sound mingled with the current fray: The sound of snapping wood. We both looked in surprise. Our bokkens had snapped. Talk about anti-climatic... This was probably God fucking with us, just to have a laugh.

I sighed loudly, my gaze was cast in random direction. One that just so happened to be towards the fence. People had gathered, and watched with wide eyes. "Oh, what fresh hell is this?" I muttered to myself.

"Go Take-kun!" Aoi!

"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" I asked aloud and in frustration.

"Well, looks like I got to see this harem of yours after all." He said loud enough for me hear. I shot him a murderous stare. And he just laughed.

"Quit makin' fun of me, Jacquin!" I shouted.

"But Heichou!" He retorted, playfully.

"Don't you Heichou me!" We laughed hard, and fell back onto the grass.

"Welp," Yuki sighed. "I guess we have to buy new bokkens now."

"Guess so..."