Schwarz Blitz 5
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Courtesy of Crawford's previous beckoning, she came with a right hook to the face, awaiting her bare knuckles to collide roughly with the facial flesh that would ripple unevenly from the blow. This fight was going to be quick and easy. That was what Makoto wanted. Quick victories were positive things. You had more freedom to do as you pleased afterwards. She wanted to get a good night sleep as soon as this was over. And hopefully these guys wouldn't be bugging her anymore once they realised she was superior to them.
Her right hook punch missed the target and Crawford casually moved his face one inch away from her fist. How about the other side then? Makoto moved a left sided punch towards his head but he dodged it without using much force like she would from that attack. Behind his glasses, Crawford had his eyes closed and a pathetic smile loomed across his lips. Oh no, this guy also had a playful grin like his orange haired buddy. These two both looked totally weird in her view. Maybe they wanted to toy with her for a while because this fight had only started. Well, that was a useful strategy, going easy on your opponent to see what he or she specialised in before going in for the real dramatic attack – just as long as you didn't overdo it too often.
You could easily become a lazy person and think too highly of yourself that you would win. Makoto refused to let her pride or developing arrogance get in the way of her as she continued to throw more punches at Crawford. Each one was close to its target but the defence was well set-up and Crawford was able to block each punch perfectly with his arms; no matter how fast they were coming in. Why wouldn't he open his eyes? Did he have a second pair of eyes hiding from the public eye?
Or was it that he was just smart enough to know where each strike was coming? Makoto feared it was the latter. Only the stronger fighters would do a thing like that. She rarely closed her eyes in combat and only did so if her opponent was stupid and a non-martial artist; namely the druggies in this town and the brainless robbers that stalked weaker women. Makoto began to lunge in with three roundhouse kicks from the top to bottom level. Damn this bastard didn't seem to get any hit from either move.
Not only was his defence good but also his evade. Makoto sometimes had to use a lot of force to kick her evade ability in whilst this guy merely dodged his body by less than an inch. It was as though he was a super flexible person with bendy muscles. She threw a side thrust kick to his hip but realised it was pushed away by one swift of his hand. This is going to take a while, isn't it? Makoto thought, stepping back to rest her unclenching hands. This guy was brainier than she thought. His upper body blocks created quite a mighty impact whenever she punched or elbow struck him. It gave her a bit of brief pain in her knuckles.
Crawford straightened his blazer and opened his eyes, "I'm sure you can do better than that." What the hell? She was giving him the best of her abilities. What seemed to be wrong with her techniques? She knew they were all correctly done; so what was the problem? Crawford had been the defensive so far. Perhaps he wanted to wait until she became tired from throwing too many attacks in one go then it would be a chance for him to strike her with his special moves. Sneaky bastard you are indeed, Crawford or whatever the hell his name was.
Makoto had a hunch he was toying with her for now. Her hands gestured to him, "Look I want a real fight. Let's get going, Crawford." Oh she's craving for it all right Schuldig noticed promptly while he stood by the corner and watched his leader and the girl fight. Crawford had been very calm and patient throughout the last five minutes whilst Makoto, on the other hand, was already losing her cool. Mastermind was able to read more of her thoughts and had enjoyed understanding each one of them more carefully.
These feelings she had were filled with aggressive desires or passions to get revenge on someone. Schuldig could tell she was pissed off with a person at work. Someone called Aki. She and the other employees shared the same hatred towards her. He travelled further into her mind to see what else she was hiding from him and Oracle.
Crawford snorted arrogantly at Makoto's calling. She wanted him to come. It was his chance.
/She's got something up her sleeve, Crawford/ Schuldig interrupted /another skill/. The American turned to his friend, his irises glimmered with sneakiness and amusement.
/What is the other skill?/ The American asked.
Mastermind laughed /We'll have to play with her more/.
What were they thinking? Makoto wondered. Was Crawford trying to devise a plan to attack her swiftly? Keep your guard up She thought cautiously.
/Ha, she just told herself to be defensive/ Schuldig told Crawford, giggling in the dark.
Makoto growled silently. Hearing the other guy laugh must mean that they were definitely up to something. If only she knew what they were discussing. Oh shit. If Schuldig could read minds then that would mean he and Crawford were talking telepathically. What a bunch of cheaters. They could devise a trap for her to make her lose. How unfair! Well she had to make the next move, didn't she? Makoto decided to break the discussion up and moved in as the attacker again. A punch to Crawford's abdomen caused him to collapse slightly. The idiot shouldn't have paid too much attention to his friend's advice.
Crawford still smiled. That punch didn't mean anything to him, did it? No pain at all. He rubbed his shirt and stood erectly again.
"Not bad," He said. "Caught me off guard." Then a roundhouse elbow to the cheek struck him precisely. His glasses moved into an unequal angle from the strike. Now that had to effective. He took longer to recover from this. Makoto seemed to have gotten a hit on him. She had to admit this guy was good in the defence side. Just like Schuldig. Surely he let himself get his by purpose. Did they want to make this game more fun for the two of them? Makoto didn't give a damn what their reason for this fight was. She wanted to win quickly and get them out of Osaka.
The attacking resumed. And Makoto just about blocked herself from a close punch to the nose. Her right arm was in an upper rising block and underneath the technique she could see Crawford smile at her impressively. He was having a good time.
"Very good. Guess I'm not the only one defending here," Oracle pushed his arm further down against Makoto's right-handed block. His other arm came into a punch.
Instead of blocking this punch, Makoto grabbed the incoming arm and pulled it underneath her armpit tightly. Looking closely into his dark eyes, she said slowly, "You're not bad yourself…but I'm gonna win this." Her teeth gritted together determinedly as she spoke. It was her way of saying 'Don't mess with me or this is what you get.'
"Not quite," Schuldig replied coolly. Makoto looked behind Crawford to pinpoint where the German was. But the alternative direction to where he was came too late for her to find and Schuldig punched her left cheek hard, making her release Crawford's arm. It was going to happen anytime, wasn't it? The German was going to come in and help his friend to make this a handicap fight. Makoto didn't expect him to barge in this soon though. Like she had time to complain about that.
"Bastard!" She did a jumping roundhouse kick to miss another punch from Schuldig. Her kick successfully hit his face to push him backwards as a counter. Wow she got a hit.
"I'll show you what I can do for real." Approaching her back, Crawford punched Makoto numerously across the cheeks. She didn't have the time to say 'ow' at any minute and found her body meeting the wall painfully. Dammit she could have easily become a cripple from her back being hit in this way. Whoa he did know how to punch remarkably strong. He must be a professional boxer. Those sportsmen concentrated solely on their fists rather than both punches and kicks. Makoto's aching cheeks were practically crushed inside and she could taste tiny droplets of blood on her tongue.
Idiot! Makoto accused herself harshly. Never mind she then thought, stood up steadily and spat the blood out to the ground by Crawford's leather loafers. He suddenly grabbed her jacket collars into one heap and looked her in the eyes like she did to him. He threw her to the other side in one giant motion. Ouch her back got another hit.
Another close moment to being crippled. Luck was scaring her way too much tonight.
"I have to say you are brave," Crawford complimented, bending over to look at her. His finger glided over her left hand and displayed red liquid on the surface. Shit she didn't feel herself bleeding. She must have cut her hands when she got thrown a minute ago. Makoto raised her left hand in front of her face. The blood dripped down slowly to the ground as she shockingly observed her latest cut. "You sure can take the pain, can't you?"
"She's a special fighter," Schuldig added then cocked his head to the side cheekily as he looked down at Makoto. "Aren't you, Fraulein?" Makoto pushed her back against the wall to heave her body up properly. What did he mean by special? Did he know more about her? She could sense a nasty headache forming in her cranium and the blood on her hands felt wet while they travelled down to the ground. Schuldig's face zoomed in from out of the blue. Makoto watched his eyes move up and down on her facial features very adjacently. She released a short pant when she felt his hand gently pinch her cheek.
"Oh aren't you a lovely girl," He whispered. Did he realize he was pinching a painful injury? He caught her right arm coming at her and slammed it back down to the side.
"Bruises don't go with your beautiful face, Makoto. You agree with me, don't you?"
"Don't touch me, Schuldig!" She fought back and pushed his hand away from her. Her feet nearly toppled when she moved to the pavement again. Her right hand roughly rubbed away the leaking blood on her left hand. Oh shit this isn't good She thought simply.
"My thoughts exactly," Mastermind replied. Her shoulders cringed. When the hell would he stop doing that, reading her mind without her noticing? Makoto had to do something fast. She had to be sure to pick up the victory. The first part of the hour had gone to Crawford and Schuldig's side and now she had to regain her status to be the stronger one here. Makoto breathed in deeply to focus her inside relaxation. It had been a while since she had gone against a strong fighter. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists to the sides.
/What is she doing?/ Crawford queried.
/It has to be her other skill/ Schuldig guessed. The Japanese girl growled and jumped into the air. The sound of sparkling could be heard. Crawford and Schuldig looked up to the sky and a shimmer of electricity that was as bright as the lampposts standing near them came into display.
"SPARKLING WIDE PRESSURE!" Makoto yelled. A flying electrical shape flew towards Schuldig and Crawford at fast speed.
"What the…?" Crawford said then dodged out of the way in time with his German ally. The electrical cylinder exploded into the wall and emitted the same bright light as before. Makoto landed back on the ground, moving into a front stance immediately. How was she capable of using electricity like that? Was that her secret power?
"Nice move," Schuldig commented. "Where did you learn it?" Electricity came into Makoto's hands brightly as she stood still. Her eyes didn't move at all. There was electricity in her eyes as well as her hands. Talk about power.
"It came from an accident," She merely said. "Let's just say nature picked on me five years ago and then suddenly thought I was good enough to handle this…gift."
"I see," Crawford came in. "Very impressive."
"Well now that you know one of my top secrets I suggest you back off!" Makoto prepared another attack. They wouldn't listen to her advice and leave. No. They were going to stay here to annoy her more tonight. She started her next move straightaway. Her arms crossed together and the electricity increased in size. Get a load of this! She warned them. "SUPREME…THUNDER!!!!" A long beam of lightning came at Oracle and Mastermind. This girl was certainly worthy of her power. It could be seen in those emerald eyes of hers.
Dammit she missed them again. Makoto's forehead began to drip in sweat. Why did she use too much of her energy for Supreme Thunder? Or was it the fact she was already tired from earlier in the fight? Damn you Mako-chan. You shouldn't have shown off like that. Now she knew she would be in more trouble. Makoto tried a lightning uppercut towards Schuldig but the German evaded her move and gripped her hand in time to twist her arm behind her back. Crawford approached Makoto casually to stare at her tired face.
"You are weak," He said. Fuck you She cursed angrily.
Schuldig laughed and nuzzled her neck /Ooh bad language, Fraulein/. Automatically she growled at him. From the side of her neck, the German heard her heartbeat quicken immensely. She couldn't hide anything from him when his telepathy was in play. He could read her thoughts and find out her feelings. Crawford pulled out a gun from his inside blazer pocket and pointed it towards Makoto's chest.
A sadistic grin surfaced and Makoto watched him pull the trigger back slowly. She couldn't stop the guilty thoughts screaming in her head. Statements such as 'If only I had done this move rather than that move' repeatedly attacked her brain. She scrunched her eyes shut to brace for impact from the bullet and the sound of a gunshot. Where was the gunshot sound then? Her ears were ready to hear them.
But instead a simple click from the gun was all that came out. No bullets flew into her heart. This meant one obvious thing - the gun was not loaded from the start. What a sick joke! She could have died though neither Crawford nor Schuldig chose to do so.
Crawford had a thoughtful look around his thin face and placed the gun back into his pocket, "Hmm…maybe I'll let you live after all."
"Huh?" Makoto stupidly responded. Schuldig let her arm free from his familiar grip and turned to the stunned Japanese girl. She was so lovely. He knew he could never take her eyes off her in battle.
"Didn't you hear him, Fraulein? He's letting you live." Schuldig smiled warmly (which was a little different to his evil grins that Makoto had grown used to these last hours) and played with her ponytail before swirling on his heel to leave the fight scene. Who did these guys think they are? What was the meaning of this little charade?
"Hold it!" Makoto stopped them. The two strangers halted. "I want to know why you let me live."
Crawford chortled and said, "For once I can see where Schuldig gets his amusement from."
"Ah, Vielen Dank, mein Freund," Schuldig said proudly. These two Bishounen were as crazy as Makoto. They got fun from fighting and victimising. Just like she did at times – only when she was winning though. Maybe they wanted to kill her but not at this time. Probably later on after they play more games with her. Oh man, I'm losing it. This is killing me Makoto thought as she watched them disappear in the darkness. She wanted to make them stay to officially finish this fight off; to produce a winner. Somehow she wasn't able to. They thought she was fun to mess around.
Shaking her head confusingly, she headed her way back home five minutes later. What she had to cope with tomorrow was another shitty day at work. Oh how she wished she had more fun. Damn she sounded like Schuldig and Crawford now. Did she have fun fighting them? Well…she had to confess. They were challenging enough for her skill and she knew she was going to see them anytime soon. Looks like this so-called fight would certainly last for a long time.
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/Thanks for letting her stay alive/ Schuldig said.
/She is a worthy adversary. If Schwarz banded together I'm sure she'll be useful/ Crawford answered.
/Well like you said, she is for my amusement/ The German winked then turned around to look at her. This latest prey he was playing with really gave him high sensations of enjoyment. He wasn't going to leave her alone at all at this rate, was he? Now he knew much more about her abilities.
What he also knew was that how she got her powers was indeed a blatant lie. It was too rare to get electrical power from a mere thunder shock. He knew there was another reason for how she was able to control her skill. It would take more than five years to get control of such an element. I'll see you later…Bishoujo Schuldig thought happily, laughing inside his head. Thank goodness Crawford couldn't hear him. He'd think Mastermind was mad.
TBC.
Whoa this took me forever to write up. I'm not a professional martial arts choreographer you know. However I do like martial arts movies hence the heavy action in most of my fics :P I have a hunch there'll be more chapters than I mentioned at the beginning. I know the bit where Makoto attacked (without transforming) is confusing and I'll be writing more of this. I just need time. Don't forget this is an AU - anything happens.