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[Thread] They're Restless

Who: Debitt, Hichigo, anyone that might need to intervene later? XD
What: Beating the crap out of one another
When: Now, after Debitt sent a few chairs out his window
Where: Hichigo's room, 1104
Rating: PG-13(?) for violence and potty mouths?

Debitt had hastily slammed both the journal and the door to his room shut before storming into the castle stairwell, revolver in hand. He had to pause for a moment and recall his position in the castle. Direction was something he usually paid attention to, simply because his twin was rarely as attentive, but he found that without Jasdero, his concentration left much to be desired.

Finally he oriented himself and stomped his way up two flights of stairs, and towards room 1104. He stared for a moment, looking the door over before kicking it in. Luckily for Debitt, he had more practice kicking doors down than he did punching walls.

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Immediately after his door had been kicked down, Hichigo had launched Zangetsu-- who, told by the scratch makrs made in the ceiling and floor, he'd been swinging by the cloth again-- through the air to lodge into the wall next to the intruder's head. Golden eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed the challenger up and down appraisingly, a frown growing on his face. This one didn't look like much of a challenge. Maybe looks were deceiving, though...

"So you're the whiny guy who likes to break eardrums?" he asked, casually flicking his wrist back to dislodge Zangetsu and send it sailing back towards him, catching the great sword by the hilt.

As the Zangetsu lodged itself into the wall, Debitt let out a shout that consisted, possibly, of several different and colorful profanities that had been muddled together. That, he decided as he watching Zangetsu return to its owner, was a very very big sword. And it had left a very very big hole in the wall, which Debitt proceeded to poke with the barrel of his revolver.

"...name's Debitt." He smirked and turned to face Hichigo. "And you're the asshole, yeah?"

[ooc: And I thought I would have to wait a bit longer to use this icon. XD;]

Hichigo couldn't resist the grin that spread across his face at Debitt's reaction to Zangetsu. Though, he was curious about the item Debitt held-- being a Hollow who'd been stuck inside another for pretty much his whole life, Hichigo hadn't learned about guns, and so the revolver caught his curiousity. Such a tiny item... did the fool really plan to fight him with just that?

"I'll stick with whiny guy~" Hichigo taunted at the introduction, grin fading into a smirk that would've scared the devil. "Shirosaki Hichigo."

"Fine then, asshole," he retorted, brushing the plaster off of his jacket. "Let's go."

Debitt stopped for a moment and looked to the side, his mouth half open, as if he intended to say something but stopped himself. To any onlooker, it was nothing but a split second moment of hesitation. To Debitt, it was a moment in which he realized he had no Jasdero to fight beside him, no twin to help him manifest his more...interesting techniques. This, Debitt realized, might be a bad idea.

Of course, Debitt saw little opportunity to back out now, and stuck his tongue out mockingly before firing at Hichigo.

Out of curiousity, Hichigo allowed the bullet to hit his shoulder. As the metal dug inside his white skin his eye only twitched the slightest, before he turned his head to glance at the damage with his good eye. Alright, so there was a bullet hole in his shirt... as well as blood.

That wasn't much. He sighed softly, then turned his gaze towards Debitt, grinning slightly. "Make this a little more interesting, ne~?" With this said the Hollow raised Zangetsu to chest level, holding it to his side as he charged the other, aiming to pierce Debitt's chest.

Hopefully, this battle would be worth his while.

Someone was bearing down on him with a gigantic sword, and somehow the impending peril of the situation wasn't the first thing on his mind. No, he was preoccupied, momentarily, by the hole in Hichigo's shoulder, and the fact that he wasn't nearly as phased by it as he should have been.

"Shit!" Debitt swore under his breath as he realized that, yes, now would be time to dodge. He dove to the right, keeping an eye on Hichigo as he moved.

"Nice aim, buddy!" he taunted, firing off another shot in hopes of hitting something more vital this time.

Hichigo had been hit by much worse than these... whatever they were, in his time. All he knew was whatever that thing Debitt held was sending something at him that caused pain and blood, but not much. And it was really loud. Hopefully the whiny guy had something else in store, or this fight wouldn't be interesting.

Due to Debitt's dodging, Zangetsu lodged itself in the wall again. Knowing about the bullet this time Hichigo hopped up onto the flat of the white and black blade to dodge it, perching there for a few moments as he stared down at Debitt predatorily, wrapping Zangetsu's black cloth firmly around one hand.

"C'mon, you gotta have more than that!" he taunted back, jumping off the blade and aiming a kick at the other. As he did this he tugged at Zangetsu's cloth, causing the blade of dislodge itself once more from the wall, swinging like a sideways guillotine towards Debitt.

He would have more than that, Debitt scowled, had the fucking castle not eaten his brother. But no, the castle had to be a bitch about things, and now Debitt had little more than his bravado (most of it false by this point) and three bullets in his revolver.

Needless to say, Hichigo's glare had displeased him, and the comment had proved downright infuriating. He ducked under the swing of the Zangetsu, and with a shout, aimed a kick at Hichigo's knees.

[ooc: Buh, sorriez, midterms ate me.]

[OOC: S'okay~ Understandable.]

A wide, psychotic grin spread over the Hollow's face at Debitt's obvious fury, even as the connecting kick sent him ungracefully tumbling until he dug Zangetsu into the floor, the great blade screeching through the material until it finally stopped. He stood, giggling quietly, the same insane laughter he always made.

"Better, better," he softly said, before he swung Zangetsu and launched it at Debitt again, this time aiming for his head. Fury wasn't everything, but it amused Hichigo.

Debitt was of the strong opinion that swords were meant for stabbing and swinging, not for launching at his head like a mother-fucking projectile. He hated Hichigo's flippant attitude, and wanted very dearly to plant his fist into the Hollow's face so he'd stop that damn giggling.

He moved away from the oncoming sword a moment too late. While it missed his head, it tore into his arm instead. Debitt stared for a moment, an expression of abject horror on his face, at the bleeding wound before flinging himself headlong at Hichigo.

But that's just how creative Hichigo was. He'd even taken his own king off-guard with this move, and was rather fond of it as well, seeing as it was easy to perform and fun to see if the enemy could dodge the flying blade effectively. He grinned as blood was finally spilled from his enemy, the sight of the crimson fluid exciting the Hollow all the more.

As he saw Debitt rushing for him he quickly tugged on Zangetsu's cloth, the blade jolting to a halt before suddenly flying back. Hichigo caught the hilt in his hand as before and brought it down, the flat of the blade covering his front to protect from whatever move Debitt was attempting with his charge.

[ooc: kelfjdklrgr midterms OVAH. Fuck yeah. >.>\ ]

He hadn't had anything planned, truth be told - Debitt, while more forward thinking than his twin, was reckless, far from a collected schemer. He had thrown himself at Hichigo, intent on beating on whatever part of the Hollow he came into contact with first.

The Zangetsu flew past him - he hadn't counted on that happening, and impulsively he put his feet down to stop his forward momentum. The resulting tumble he took was less than graceful, sending him sprawling across the floor.

Debitt swore fluently as his injured arm hit the floor first. He had landed far too close to Hichigo, and he scrambled to recover, gripping the revolver tightly and pointing it vaguely in his opponent's direction.

[OOC: Whoot! x3]

Hichigo grinned pyschotically down at his prey as he landed near his feet, raising Zangetsu before jabbing the blade into the ground just a few inches away from Debitt's head, intending to scare the living hell out of the other with such a move. Placing one sandled foot in the curve where the blade attached to the hilt, he leaned down slightly towards his opponent, grin fading to that evil smirk.

"Maybe I should just kill you now," he said thoughtfully, half to himself. "You're not really that good of a toy... maybe it's because that Jasdero guy you were whining about isn't here?" He only said this in theory-- it was sort of the same with him and aibou. Before, Ichigo really would have lost his life quite a few times if Hichigo hadn't been there to take control and save his ass from finally losing that game of Ding Dong Ditch the berryhead liked to play with Death.

But this close up, it gave Debitt a chance to see exactly what the castle had taken from the Hollow upon his arrival and gain of his own body; the golden iris of his right eye was a bit duller looking than his left, denoting the blindness he'd been granted with in exchange for a chance to wreak unimpeded havoc.

All of his insides had jumped when the blade had come down, but Debitt did no more than glare up at the Hollow. He was stubborn, and he refused to let any sign of fear bubble to the surface. Instead he was doing his damndest to translate it into defiance.

He chuckled and trained his gun on the Hollow. Three shots left - he damn better make good use of them. "If he was here...your ass would have been meat long ago."

"What the hell's wrong with that eye?" He added it as an afterthought, pointing with the barrel of his revolver.

"Oh really...?" This thought only served to excite the Hollow, and while it might not be more than big talk he wanted to see if it were true. After a bit more messing around he'd probably let Debitt go, challenge him again at a later time when he had that Jasdero guy around.

He paused at the question, scowling slightly. "Nothing," he replied, the smirk returning as quickly as it had disappeared. "Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you~"

"You think?" Debitt smirked. He moved the barrel of the gun past Hichigo's right eye and watched for any sort of reaction. "If you ask me, I think it looks sort of fucked up."

His confidence had returned, more or less. The slight flicker of annoyance meant that the Hollow could be tweaked, and it was the sort of encouragement the Noah had needed. Tweaking people, after all, was something he considered quite enjoyable.

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