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Story Title: Eyes Of The Powerful.
Story Rating: M.
Chapter Rating: T.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn bastards.
Last time: "Well, now that you have some knowledge, I guess it's time to train, ne~"
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BAMMMMMM!
"Ugh…" Kikumaru groaned as he forced himself up from the ground.
He had to get this right. He had to prove everyone wrong. They had to prove everyone wrong. As he forced himself up he wavered on his feet and ignored Oishi's concerned words from across the room. Clutching his side, he opened one eye, the other forced shut from the last attack that he had, once again, failed to block. He looked at his young teacher, hurt and in pain, but none-the-less determined to get the attack right.
"Again." Echizen ordered.
Kikumaru glared at him.
Not from anger, but more from irritation. The young teacher wasn't even winded; he was just standing there, his arms crossed and an expressionless face on. He forced his hand off of his side and forced himself to stand straight up to look at his teacher.
"Hai!" he answered, running with a burst of speed.
Controlling the earth beneath him he propelled himself forward toward his teacher, the ground rippling with the movement. As he got close he raise his hand and punched, but Ryoma caught his hand and squeezed, causing Kikumaru to hiss under the pain. Ryoma took his hand and threw it aside, watching with cold eyes as Kikumaru's whole body flew to the side because of the force. If it was four days ago, Kikumaru would have simply flew into the wall, bringing half the wall with him (which he had already done) but not now.
Kikumaru flipped his body in the air and landed, his feet screeching against the floor as he flew back, the ground rising below his feet to stop the movement. Still in a crouching position as a skidded across the ground, he pushed against the two blocks behind his feet, causing him to fly forward once more and easily ignoring the smell of burning rubber from his once good shoes.
As he flew he clenched both of his fists, and threw one toward Echizen. Echizen simply moved his head to the side, and blocked the kick that aimed at his ribs with the palm of his hand. He gave Kikumaru a bored look as he pushed the leg away, causing Kikumaru to spin away and land on the ground on his side, coughing in pain.
Oishi watched with wide eyes, concern lighting up his gaze as he watched his friend get beaten, the others watching as well though they seemed a bit more restrained. Just when he was about to run to his friends side to help him, a voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't. Help. Him." Ryoma ordered, his bored look replaced by one of coldness as he glared at Oishi. He watched as Oishi clenched his teeth and fists in obvious anger. He ignored it as he gave the group lined up by the wall a hard look, his eyes eventually landing on Inui.
"Inui. You're up."
Inui looked up from his notebook and his face paled, but he stepped up regardless. He looked over to Kaidou who gave him a reassuring nod and took his notebook to hold for safe-keeping. He had already lost two notebooks thanks to his teacher, after-all. He wanted to avoid that particular fate for his remaining ones.
Stepping up and walking toward the middle of the training room, he stood in front of Echizen, looking at him with a calculating look, but one of determination. Ryoma looked at him for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Begin."
Inui immediately pulled out lighter flicked it open, a flame immediately appearing. He blew over the flame, and it suddenly grew large, the flame becoming immense and almost with a mind of its own as it quickly began consuming Ryoma in flames. After a few short moments Inui stopped blowing over the flame to look at his teacher. The ground around him had small flames and burned earth, but other than that, everything was normal; including the teacher. Inui scowled and grabbed the flame, closing the lighter and tucking it away in fast and practiced motions. As he opened his hand he ran toward his teacher, flame in hand, and charged toward him with surprising enthusiasm.
Ryoma allowed a smirk to grace his face as he watched Inui run toward him. This is what he wanted to see. Inui was always calculating and contemplating, he never allowed the flame that was always within him to shine. He pushed aside feelings to try to choose the most logical choice. But what Inui didn't know was that that flame was meant to burn. He could still calculate, but sometimes he had to allow his flame through-his feelings to shine. If he did not, then he would cease to be determined.
Inui threw the flame, and Ryoma watched as it flew toward him, suddenly getting bigger as it neared his form, but Ryoma swatted it away none-the-less. He raised his eyebrow in slight surprise as Inui came immediately after the flame, showering him with punches and kicks that were seemingly useless against Ryoma. As Inui tried to kick him, allowing the small flame that still licked the floor to fly toward him and engulfing his leg that was heading toward Ryoma, Ryoma allowed a proud smirk to paint his face. Inui was getting good; but not yet good enough.
As the flaming leg came to his head, he ducked, watching as the leg sliced the air above him, and Inui twisted in the air, trying to get a good angle so that he could get at Ryoma. But when Ryoma suddenly shifted, still in a slight crouch position from ducking, he punched Inui, watching with cold eyes as Inui lost his breathe and flew back. He skidded across the floor painfully, and forced himself to get up as fast as he could only to stop as his teacher spoke.
"Enough. That's all for today." Grudgingly Inui nodded and bowed.
"Hai." he said.
He limped and clutched his stomach as he headed toward the middle of the room, the others following suit with their own injuries. As Oishi glanced at Tezuka he watched with concern as Tezuka bit his lower lip and it bled from the force. He was trying especially hard not to hold his side or his more-than-likely broken arm. Oishi knew he was trying to act tough for them, and they all appreciated it. They would fight together, after-all.
As he came to the center and faced their teacher, Ryoma looked at each with a cold look, making each wince. They all started to worry as he looked at them. Was he angry because they couldn't land any hits? Was he angry that they all sported injuries even though he had trained them how to avoid such things? But, to their immense surprise, a smirk appeared on his face, leaving them all gaping at the smirking boy.
"Well, this one was certainly interesting. Inui, the way you used your flame towards the end was most impressive, not bad. Kikumaru, your use of your surroundings were also good enough. Oishi, I wasn't expecting you top pull out a vial of water to use as a frozen knife; pretty good. Kaidou, as usual, your use of earth in the form of animals is weird." he got a hiss from him but ignored the displeasure to his student as he spoke once again.
"Oh, shut up it; it was good. Momo, the way you made the ground crack and tried to get me to fall into it and getting me trapped into the ground was interesting, but Mada Mada Dane. Taka, as you used the flame to encase your arm and making it a harder attack, which is a powerful attack, you ended up injuring your own arm because of the strain of using it for so long. Your control is lacking, but the attack will be useful later on, once mastered. Fuji," he said, now opening his eyes to stare at Fuji's also opened ones. He smirked as he stared.
"It's not nice to try to kill me by using frozen water as needles and trying to pierce my pressure points. Interesting attack. Very stealthy, but then again, it is you we're talking about."
As he smirk grew larger, Fuji couldn't help but to smirk in response. The boy may have beaten them all on a daily basis, but that didn't stop them from forming some-sort of relationship with him. They had grown to respect their boy-teacher, and Fuji enjoyed fighting him. It seemed he now had someone to plan fun things for others to find… not so fun. All in all, Fuji quite enjoyed Ryoma's rather… sadistic view on things.
"Saa… why thank you, Echizen." he said, eyes close and an innocent smile gracing his lips. Echizen rolled his eyes and eyed Tezuka next.
"And Tezuka. My, my. You certainly have improved, even if a little bit. Using the air above me to try to crush me? Well, that was a bit of a surprise. I was expecting something along the lines of a tornado coming and swallowing me up, but I guess air pressure is fine too. Obviously not good enough, but interesting." he said, looking at Tezuka in amusement. He raised his eyebrow as Tezuka stepped forward slightly and looked at him, interested.
"Tornado? You can do that?" he questioned.
Ryoma looked at him for a moment, as the others paled at his obvious interest in the attack Ryoma had just revealed to him. After a moment, Ryoma started laughing, surprising the group. He continued to laugh until he wiped his eye, looking at Tezuka with amusement in his eyes.
"Hahaha…! Oh my god… Tezuka since you seem so interested in it I'll show you some time, but geez. For a 'cold and strict' kind of guy you really are too interested in attacks that take people out in a rather messy and destructive way." he said, calming his chuckles, and watching with confusion as the group looked at each other and smiled in unison.
"What…?" Ryoma asked slowly, not liking the looks and smiles.
"Oh nothing, Nya~ It's just good to know that you're not a completely cold guy." Kikumaru said, smiling even more. Ryoma looked at him and crossed his arms in front of him, giving them what looked like a pout, making Tezuka and Fuji look at him with a slight blush on their cheeks.
C-cute…
"I'm not cold, just when I teach. When you're learning to protect yourselves and your loved ones, you learn to take it seriously." he said, looking at them with a stern look, but regardless of his seriousness, Momo lifted an eyebrow and a smirk appeared on his face.
"Loved ones? My, my Echizen. Do you have a girlfriend? Ah, youth." he said, gazing up at nothing in particular. Everyone sweat dropped at his comment and Ryoma's blank stare.
"I'm bisexual, leaning a bit more toward the male sex." He said flatly, secretly enjoying their large eyes. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Ryoma sighed, eyes closing momentarily as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Momo this isn't a joke. I'm not teaching this to you because I feel like it." He growled a bit, looking at the teen from the corner of his eyes. The teen huffed a bit, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, sure. You enjoy beating us up, you do."
Ryoma's eyes darken a bit at the statement.
"No, I don't. I'm trying to teach you something Momo. If you haven't learned anything by now, then leave."
"I have learned! You're teaching us how to kick ass." He said a bit irritated with his teacher, and never seeing Ryoma's quickly darkening eyes.
"What?" he asked coldly, ignoring his other paling students. He barely registered the air around him getting stronger as his emotions surged.
"Is that all you think this is? A fighting class to 'kick asses? Do not understand anything?" he said, his voice strained as he held himself back from yelling. Momo was a bit pale, now realizing his anger, but still confused.
"W-Well, to help us to kick the guys asses who are after us…?"
Ryoma growled a bit, the wind around him growing in speed and throwing his dark hair around his face.
"And nothing else?" he gritted out, watching as Momo visibly struggled with trying to find words he believed would pacify him. It bothered him, to look at his students he had been teacher, despite the short time, didn't really understand what he was trying (if he was honest, he would admit that he truly was trying), for them to be able to control their elements and be able to protect each other as well as themselves.
They watched as their teacher's eyes almost turned a solid black, a great change from his usual golden. They gave each other worried glances, trying to think of ways to calm him down. They didn't have time to try, however, as the door flew open revealing a panting Ryoga.
His eyes darted to Ryoma worriedly and sprinted to his side, raising his arms to block the air that blew towards him dangerously, threatening to throw him to the other side of the room. He felt his skin receive cuts on his arms, but ignored them as he continued to push forward. As he got to Ryoma he quickly wrapped his arms around the teen, the wind suddenly stopping. He held Ryoma tighter to himself as he felt Ryoma shake. Whether it was from anger or sadness, he didn't know, but regardless he had to make sure Ryoma was okay and calm him down.
As everything calmed down, and he felt Ryoma stop shaking, his head down and his bangs shadowing his face.
" Ryo-chan… are you okay?" he whispered after a moment. The group was surprised by the nickname, but didn't say anything as they continued to watch the scene unfold in front of them. They heard Ryoma breath in then out, as if to calm himself, and he lifted his head to show an expressionless face.
"I'm fine." he said, his voice husky and strained. Ryoga reluctantly nodded and let go of Ryoma. As soon as he let go he glared at the group, surprising them with the amount of anger in his usually happy eyes.
"What did you do to him?" he asked in a deceptively calm voice.
When no one answered he growled angrily and swiped his hand towards them, causing a forceful gust of wind to hit each of them and throw them back into the already crumbling wall. As they struggled to get out from the rubble, they watched in fear/shock as Ryoga stalked towards them, forceful winds circulating around his stiff form.
"I never said anything to you when you beat those other teachers. I never did anything, and let you take your anger out on someone- I thought it would do you all some good actually. I ignored most of the Councils orders just to try to keep you safe, knowing and hoping that you would get a better attitude soon. But no. I tried, I really did, but this has gone too far. Ryo was the fifteenth teacher. Fifteenth! Do you have any idea how mad the Council is with me? And I ignored it, but I won't ignore this. Not this." He said in a steely tone, glaring at them with clenched fists.
"But… we didn't…" Oishi tried, trailing off when he was pinned down by Ryoga's eyes. He quickly averted his gaze, but let loose a strained gasp when he suddenly found himself unable to move. He looked up quickly, his eyes widening when he saw the dark look Ryoga held.
"What…"
"What did you do to him?" Tezuka asked coldly, glaring at the man before him. Ryoga turned his glare on the emotionless teen, annoyed with the leader of their little group more than anyone.
"And you. Why did you find it necessary to fight every single one of your teachers? Do you not have any self control?"
Tezuka glared.
"They deserved it."
Ryoga scoffed, his anger doubling as he glared at the teen.
"I don't think so kid. You have no sense of control, no wonder the Council wants to restrain you."
Tezuka's eyes grew a bit dark with his rage.
"You could try, but I wouldn't go without a fight." Ryoga glared harder.
"Are you challenging me, boy?"
Tezuka's only answer was a slight smirk shot in his direction. With a annoyed and frustrated snarl, Ryoga suddenly sprinted toward the too-shocked-to-move group. But just as he was about to land a crushing blow on Tezuka, a hand suddenly grabbed his fist in a tight restraint. Ryoga looked up in surprise as he saw Ryoma give him a reassuring look, but he could see the steely undertone to it as well.
"Do not attack my students, Ryoga." he said. As Ryoga backed away he eyed his self proclaimed little brother with concern, but Ryoma just brushed it off.
"I'm fine." he said before facing his students and summoned wind to pick them up. They gaped at the floor that was no longer right below them but now quite a ways down. Before they had time to panic, the wind gently brought them down and they landed on their feet. Once they snapped out of their shocked state they looked at Ryoma confused and concerned as well. Ryoma eyed them for a moment before speaking.
"Well that didn't work out as planned." he said suddenly. His students gave him wide-eyed looks and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled.
"Yes, I think it would be for the best if I didn't teach you, especially if you have learned nothing." He mumbled, glancing at Ryoga from the corners of his eyes. The man had a sad face on, though guilt was clearly in his gaze.
For what? Ryoma thought a bit grumpily, because I lost control, or because Ryoga himself lost control?
Sighing again, he pivoted on his foot and started walking toward the door of the gym.
Pausing in front of it, he let loose an annoyed sound. "Look, it's probably better that everyone just takes a break for now. I was never cut out for teaching anyway." He mumbled the last part to himself before exiting the room leaving behind a stunned group of teens.
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edited: 1/1/15
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