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As soon as the man with black hair entered this alley, something struck him, and he stopped his movements. Maybe it was the aggressive smell of cigarettes crushed on the cobblestones, denouncing the passage of teenagers, who often took refuge in this kind of places to take advantage of the absence of adults, using the abundant presence of the gangs around as protection... No, the young man smoked, too, and this smell was actually one of the triggers of his excitement during a fight that was worth it.
Or the blood on the walls, you ask? Not either. For him, the more the beautiful red liquid flowed, from both opponents, the more it showed their value and the beauty of the fight. He hated it when there was only one fighter, because it implied that both were weak. One, for not knowing how to defend himself, the other, for believing he was superior and needing weak people below him to give him an identity. It was like an elementary school student beating up a newborn ; meaningless, and pointless.
So, eventually, the cold and the darkness of the night? Well, not that either, because the brunette was enjoying it. He'd be completely capable of taking off his jacket and suit shirt, only to find himself shirtless in the city, just to feel the gust of the wind slamming into his uncovered back, the pain of the cold freezing his muscles, and the icy air filling his lungs and biting his entire body from the inside. Besides, the darkness was an excellent camouflage, and it was where you could come across the best fighters, hidden in the mist, but revealing themselves under the whitish glow of the moon.
In reality, what had disturbed him was the presence of a man, probably armed, staring at him behind one of the big posts of the alley. Aware of having been spotted, he started to laugh, trying to stifle his laughter by sticking his hands to his face. This action, showing the obvious lack of seriousness of the weasel, made his target sigh with annoyance, and he turned around to confront the other.
Coming out of his hideout, the man presented himself in front of his opponent, hands on hips and his irritating face adorning a sarcastic smile. The first idea that came to the black haired man's mind was to send him crashing against the wall – which was already cracked and fissured because of previous confrontations – to take away his arrogant look. But, seeing that the boy was opening his mouth, about to speak, he decided to let him explain himself.
"Hi! My name is Joon Goo, but I prefer Goo!" he said in a friendly way, as if he was not about to attack him a moment ago. The moon, slowly emerging between the clouds, illuminated the two men with a soft light. His golden hair floating in the violent wind of this late evening, the man called Kim Joon Goo replaced his glasses, and dusted his clothes, although their cleanliness showed that they did not need it. This was obviously to attract attention to it, thought the man in the suit. He was wearing a chrome-colored shirt that matched his hair, and half white, half black pants.
He looked at the other's face again, and addressed the latter, penetrating him with his clear eyes, in contrast with the deep black of the rest of them : "What do you want from me, Joon Goo?". He held back a satisfied smile when he saw the face of the other one tightening slightly when he heard his complete name, exactly what he was wishing for.
Still smiling, the blond man exclaimed, looking at the ebony-haired man's eyes intently. "Wow, so you're Japanese! It's subtle, but I can tell you're forcing a Korean accent... I'm sure we're going to be great pals, Gun!" Satisfied to see the other twitching at his words, his smile widened, as he looked at him carefully to get a good grasp of his reaction. Indeed, Jong Gun had been practicing a lot to perfect his Korean, and the remark of this airhead, accompanied by his diminutive, enlarged his frustration with the latter.
"Let me warn you right now, we're never going to be 'buddies,' as you put it. I'm not interested in people like you. And I sense you're not here to discuss trivial matters."
Gun removed his jacket, throwing it aside, ending up in his shirt, for increased comfort. He passed his hand through his hair, making sure it was neat and fixed, and observed Goo pull his right hand out from behind his back, revealing a sword from which he removed the sheath, sending it near the other's clothing. I knew it, he's armed.
Then, in a fraction of a second, the fight began. Goo, fast and agile, came up behind Gun, about to throw a sharp punch... But Gun turned around, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him backwards into the narrow street. Neither of them was serious at the moment, confident of their own abilities, and waiting for each to reveal their own. The brunette was more concentrated in the frank attacks, giving violent blows, while the other was more in the deception and the surprise and vicious assaults.
And then, after a few minutes of fighting, each of them was thrown to one side of the place. The blond guy violently hit the wall, destroying his shirt at the back, while Gun was sent to the ground, creating a big impact and staining both their clothes with blood, dirt and dust.
Getting up, the first man took off his glasses, cleaning the excess red from them, and his smile left his face as he kneeled down, finally ready to use his sword. The one year older man laughed maniacally and charged at the other. Shattered glasses. Broken nose. Fractured shoulder. Disheveled hair. The two opponents were taking damage after damage, each one more violent than the other. And suddenly Joon Goo rushed towards Jong Gun, brandishing his sword... Gun was attacked at the eyes, but he pushed him away violently, avoiding becoming a blind man. His hand touched the mark that had been left, which was bleeding abundantly, promising a scar that would definitely remain for the rest of his lifetime.
He stood up, and shouted, tearing off what was left of his shirt for less encumbrance : "Kim Joon Goo ! Hurry up, and show me some more of what you got!"
Goo stood up, a contemptuous look on his face, and suddenly froze. "What...?" he said, in incomprehension, staggering, before... collapsing forward. A man in his forties was standing behind the slumped body, a bat in his hand, a baleful look on his face. When he noticed Gun glaring at him, he launched himself forward, bowing to him. "...May I know what's going on?" the master said, obviously pissed off.
"Good evening, master, I have been sent by the high members of the 'clan'. We are about twenty men, who have come from Japan to assist you, and I have arrived to help you deal with this delinquent."
Gun was flabbergasted. Did he really think he would have been in this state, if he had been a simple delinquent? No, he was so much more then that.
"You fucker, you ruined all the fun." he sighed, in a distinctly Japaness accent, visibly anything but relieved or grateful for the sudden intervention of one of his men in this fight, which provided him a long lost feeling: delectation. He clenched his right fist, digging his pearly nails into his pale skin. It wasn't a fair fight, in any way, and he hadn't been able to fully take into consideration the young man's abilities. And that pissed him off greatly.
"He's going with us. And don't even try to carry him, you could strangle him while I'm not looking. I know y'all, sadly, so I'll do it myself."
The dark-haired man walked up to Goo, and took him on his back. The blond man, half-conscious, was huffing and puffing incomprehensible words, and getting upset about his glasses and new clothes. This made Gun laugh, as he tried to punch him to make him let go, surprisingly powerful for a man who had just been hit by a bat.
Once he arrived, he put the "delinquent" on the floor, in his room, not really concerned about his comfort. He asked a dozen of his men to guard the door, questioning if it would be enough, and left under the complaints of the newcomer... Who grumbled that the ropes were going to damage his beautiful wrists, and that I was going to pay for it. How predictable. They had only just met, but he had the sensation that he already knew him more than well.
Once outside, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and passing his hand over the mark that Goo had left to his eyes. He lighted a cigarette, his white coat resting on his bare shoulders, already anticipating their upcoming encounter. Damn. What a messy night.