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Chaos is about to ensue, Senna... are you ready? XD

Sauntering along the streets of the Seireitei, the noble gentle-man with obsidian-onyx hair, which spiked up to his desires, and gleaming-emerald irises, searches diligently for a common, well-known trouble-maker; well, unbeknownst to him at least, the commanding lieutenant of the entire Shinigami military branch [besides the separate Kidō Corps and Omni organization, of course] was unaware that the Medical and Maintenance Division's lieutenant was an utter psychopath. He was simply minding his own business as he strolled into some public training grounds for some sort of training for himself, but made it seem as if he was going solo. In all actuality, Masato was hoping to find someone suitable to spar with, considering Daidouji-Taichō was off into another realm, and he really had no other sparring buddy [Makoto was omitted quickly due to her status, and their past attempts of skirmishes].

Seeking an isolated ground, he carried his zanpakutō in tow, in which Satsuriku rested against his left hip, whilst he wore his standard uniform and badge representing his division and rank.

While he couldn't predict who would be lucky enough to face a sweetheart like him, he could, however, hope it was someone as respectable as he... but had he known Chikaru prior, Masato would have likely tucked his 'tail' in between his legs and scampered off before she could even think of arriving to the training ground.

Things were about to go down... he just didn't know it yet.

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Chaos is what I do best. xD
And I am so not a psycho. <_<;

As she bounded across the roofs of Seireitei, the image of what she had witnessed moments ago near her own Division had put her into a 'mood' of sorts. More so, the mood to hit something. While it would certainly be in her nature to wreck the buildings she was bounding across, dealing with the resulting collateral damage extra duty simply wasn't worth it. She worked so hard to avoid doing her own work, why would she add more to it? With that, she knew of one place where could disperse of her frustrations.

She would come to a stop on the edge of a rather secluded training ground , her sheathed blade resting on her hip. She would sigh lightly as she raised her right hand to the side of her head, rubbing her temples. As her eyes panned the grounds, her gaze would fall upon an unknown male standing across from her. Suddenly, her full lips would curve into a rather wicked grin. She moved her right hand from her head and extended it outward in his direction, index finger extended. "Hey! Congratulations. You just became my personal punching bag.

It must have been her lucky day! She was certainly needing some release, and now it stood right before her.

"Hey! Congratulations. You just became my personal punching bag."

Here he was, debating what approach first he should take in regards to his training, when out of the blue [literally] a voice rang and called out. Glancing around in front of him, however, no one was in sight; however, as he spun via a pivot of his heels, Masato eventually realized the woman above on the edge of a roof-top. Unfortunately, that took a couple of minutes, because despite his tendency to act prim and proper like a noble, now, he still had his occasional moments of obliviousness and stupidity/silliness.

His emerald eyes locked onto the woman above, blinking irregularly as he noted the wicked smile, and rude pointing gesture toward him. Though, his stupidity today obviously wanted to show, as he yet again shifted his gaze to and fro and generally about at the training ground, until focusing back onto the female. Then, his right hand pointed inward toward him, as he asked naively. "Uh... me?" He inquired loud enough for her to hear, left hand ascending to rub the nape of his neck roughly.

It was nice that someone had actually accommodated his 'prayer', though he was a little saddened by the fact that it was a woman; whom, like all women, had probably a hidden beauty about her. Not saying she was ugly or anything, because that wasn't truth at all, but he, a gentleman, could never harm a lady! Crazy or not, he wouldn't abide by it! He had his morals, so, it was likely that Masato was about to become the meat-bag, punching-sack he truly was.

He was too nice, and too noble to abuse a woman!

Then again... desperate times call for desperate measures...

... and all those accidental hits he had on women... like his beloved, Makoto...

... pah!

What a horrible man he truly was! Oh, the agony!

Her eye would twitch just slightly at the confused response she received. She would reel in her right hand, using it to remove her glasses. Her left hand would move to her face to rub her eyes slightly as she sighed. "He couldn't possibly be this slow...could he?" While she asked herself this, she already knew the likely answer. Upon her face she would once again place her glasses. With a sudden Shunpo, she would move from the roof-top perch to the ground, just a few meters way from him, her eyes still fixated on him. Suddenly, her lips would curve into a smile. Though not the happy smile, more of a scary smile that would make even the largest enemy quiver.

Hand would reach across her body, grasping the hilt of her Zanpaktou at her hip. With a single, swift motion, her blade would be drawn. The tip of it pointed toward the ground as it now rested in her right hand."I won't permit no for an answer. Her words, while sounding quite cheerful, again were obviously another incredibly spine-chilling over.

The distance between Masato and Chikaru prevented him from hearing the rhetorical questions she asked herself, but he curiously watched the woman and her frequent motions. His head tilted almost innocently as he glanced up at her, emerald eyes anticipating perhaps a loud response to his question; however, after her flash step to become grounded like he, Masato witnessed her rather wicked-looking grin, and a thought dawned upon him. "This... looks... bad... something all about that face warns me that I should have fled when I had the chance...!" He somewhat cocked his head back reluctantly in response to the smile, brows curling and face scrunching into an expression of nervousness. Heck, even sweat began to form at his brow, and the fight had yet to start!

Still rather stunned, his eyes followed her movements, until jumping from her cheery, yet eerily deceiving voice. "Yes... very well, I suppose... but before we do... I'll introduce myself." He broke from his own hold, politely dipping his head down into a bowing gesture. "Masato. Iwagasaki, Masato: lieutenant of the commanding and ruling division. You are?" He asked, though expected that this troublesome woman was hardly the one to play nice...

Typical... a guy who couldn't handle women was in the face of his own dangerous weakness.

While she didn't show it, Chikaru was growing impatient. She was already in the mood to 'play', as she called it. Now, her fun was being delayed by someone who seemed like a babbling idiot. She would simply watch as he bowed his head and introduced himself. Honestly, at this point, she couldn't care less who he was. In her eyes, he was simply a body standing in front of her, waiting to be dissected.

With his head bowed, she saw an easy opportunity. If he was going to giver her such a chance, why not take it? She used a Shunpo to quickly close the distance between them. She was now standing right in front of him, less than a meter separating the two. "Nagisa. Nagisa, Chikaru. Fukutaicho of the Medical and Maintenance Division."With the devious smile still sprawled across her face, she would roll her wrist back slightly, just enough to have the tip her blade directly in his face. "By the way Iwagasaki-kun, if you leave that big of an opening, you'll die." With those words said, she would quickly trust the blade upward. With them being so close, he would have to move quickly, or else be impaled.

A spar or not, Chikaru was bloodthirsty. And she fully intended to satiate her lust, one way or another.

While he never truly had his fair share of troubles with women, or experiences, Masato had that gut wrenching feeling, just based by her cheery and semi-creepy disposition, and sinister smile sprawled upon her face, that this Nagisa-Fukutaichō was hardly the respectable sport. Now, while he had his head bowed, he was obviously in sight of the blade being right in his face, which he found rude and disrespectful in the first place. He wasn't dumb with instinct, or reflexes, just dumb in general with women -- but not if they wanted him dead. Obviously, she didn't intentionally want him dead, but maybe just ripped to shreds for her own enjoyment and practice; still, Masato was not going to let her get off that easy!

If anything, he would attempt to evade each and every attack he could without laying a hand on her! Unless, anger and frustration took it's toll... but he could surpass that, right?

Her warning was enough to tell him to move, and so as she spoke her words, and ended them, Masato's eyes widened at the audacity she had to say such a thing! While she was right, it was assumed a Shinigami should never kill or impose ill-will upon another comrade! Even if she were crazy or possessed intentions to kill, Masato would have to put a stop to it, for the glory of justice! Though, for now, his main concern was evading the impalement.

Quickly jumping back, and sprouting from his bent stature, Masato managed to evade the slice upward rather easily, given that he would have created some space just by making his stance erect, and making some distance even more with a nimble jump back. Simultaneously to the jump, he retrieved Satsuriku from his sheath, stating with a rather appalled tone, "That wasn't the best way to start off a spar, but I'll let it slide for now, I suppose." He took his zanpakuto into his hands, knees bending so that he could shift into a defensive stance as he held Satsuriku with the tip aimed upward at the sky.

Women... troublesome, indeed! D;

She wasn't always like this. Well, she was always psychotic, but she wasn't always so anxious to dive head first into a fight. Especially not with someone she just met. She was a bit smarter than that. But this was different. Even she had no idea of her own intentions. In her own mind, there was really nothing more she could do than give in to this sudden urge.

Her eyes would simply follow Masato as he bounded backward, reverting to his upright posture and drawing his blade from its sheath. The smile on her face would quickly dissipate as her arm returned to her side, zanpaktou in hand. "Believe me Iwagasaki-kun, I have no intention of playing nice. So don't anticipate anymore warnings. If you lose your life, that's not my issue." The words were emitted from her lips in a low, dry tone. Much different than she had spoken with earlier. Her demeanor completely changed, Chikaru sighed deeply as she stared at her opposition.

Chikaru raised her blade into the air, holding it just above her head. Suddenly, without warning, she bounded forward, closing the distance between them. She swiped downward diagonally, from right to left at his chest. Immediately afterward she would slash across from left to right towards his legs. Chikaru was anxious to draw blood from her oppostion, whether he fought back or not.

Obviously something must be mentally wrong with this woman!...Either that, or she is just insane. Anyone that saw her during these actions would probably think she was some combination of the two...and they would probably be right.

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You probably know already, but just letting you know, if you don't, that characters can't die in a spar; but it's okay to say that. xD

Masato could not believe what he was hearing! This woman was of a lower rank than he [not that it didn't matter to her, probably] claiming that she would end his life! Not only was it a crime to do so, but this was the commanding lieutenant of the head division. He could only strengthen his grip on the hilt of his sword, stating in a commanding tone. "

Nagisa-fukutaichou, I hope you do know that you will pay a hefty punishment if that is your intention. We can spar, but you will not kill anyone, unless you yourself wish to be slain. I will not have you kill an ally in the future, nor would anyone allow such a dastardly scheme, I believe." If she would heed his advice and command, Masato truly didn't know!

His eyes would squint into a cold, mistrusting glare at the blue-haired Shinigami as she raised her zanpakuto, obviously displeased with her attitude and actions overall; especially when she rushed with intentions to maim, at least, Masato would claim she tried to kill him. Like any women would, really!

Luckily, Masato was rather proficient with experience in zanjutsu combat, being that he usually practiced with his well-regarded Captain, Malik. So, as Chikaru approached, he studied her frame for any slight movements, noting that while her sword was above her head, it was assumable that she would be attacking from the top to the very bottom of his core. The way his hands were positioned on the blade, right on the top portion of the hilt as the left was more toward the bottom, it made it seem like he was right-hand oriented. Secondly, his hold of the blade and general arm structure was leaning more toward the right side of his anterior frame slightly, making it easy to flick his limbs upward diagonally to block the incoming slice. Though, based on her next actions, that didn't last long...

She quickly resorted to another swift attack, which Masato had caught onto rather quickly, seeing as he, too, had average experience and an adequate enough reaction time. Plus, it wasn't hard to flicker his wrist, descend the blade downward to meet and properly greet her own; Satsuriku looking more perpendicular against her own, with a slight slope more to his right. Alas, he didn't stop there, because as the two engaged in a slight power struggle and resistance of zanpakutou against zanpakutou, Masato began to slide his blade down along hers, hoping to slice her adjacent hands up seeing as there were no guard on the hilt of her sealed sword.

Maybe it would deter her from attacking so bluntly?[/blockquote]

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Oh, I know. I just felt like it somehow fit in with her whole 'crazy as hell' thing.

While she obviously heard all that he said, being at such a close range and all, the slightest glance at her could tell the words were not making a home in her head. She was having her fun, and at the present time, that was that mattered or existed. While she knew she couldn't kill him, at least not now, she wasn't an easy person to read. Leaving others to reach their own conclusions...whatever they may be.

As Byakuei was locked in a bit of a struggle with the opposing zanpaktou, she would catch a glimpse of the blade gliding down her own, heading for her hand. She hadn't acquired her own zanpaktou yesterday. With time, she became used to working without a guard. It didn't scare her, rather it forced her to continue to think while in battle to prevent any reckless mistakes...and the loss of fingers. "You should worry less of my intentions, and more of defending yourself!"

Her words would spout from between her lips quickly, as she withdrew her blade from the struggle swiftly, keeping it positioned near her own chest. With any luck, Masato wouldn't be able to stop the movement of his blade immediately due to the momentum already behind it. Regardless, she would pivot off her left foot, rotating toward his right side. With her zanpaktou already positioned near her chest, it would only take a quick moment for her to follow through with the spin, slashing at his right shoulder. Whether she made contact or not, she would leap back, putting a bit of distance between the two of them.

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Coolio... and it's kind of late, but I hope I'm interpreting your post right. XD

Masato's eyes slightly squinted cautiously at her remark, using it ultimately as a sign of 'foreshadowing' what was to come. Like she, he excelled in zanjutsu, and being taught by a wise, noble warrior like Daidouji Malik would birth such a prowess. Not that he had this aura of arrogance, per se, but Masato was proficient enough to know how to handle situations like these; despite his occasional moment of stupidity.

What did he do, you ask?

While his zanpakutou was in motion, yes, his body wasn't frozen and incapable of moving. Her own mobility and action of movement fueled him to do the same, awareness utilized to provide some sort of reflex against her sudden barrage of attacks. As she rotated toward his right side, where his zanpakutou was away from his frame -- which left him vulnerable, to say at the least -- Masato pushed off his own heel, after twisting his body to face her direction, using the momentum of his own twist as if to hurl the limbs carrying Satsuriku over toward Chikaru; low level of the blade rising with his movement in a diagonal motion, as his lower half began to duck down, and his head tucked in toward his chest. Soon, his arms rose above his head, now slightly crouched so that the shoulder level strike became naught but an attack on thin air; with the exception of his blade once again meeting hers. The push off and turn would create some space and time to elevate his sword to parry the move of his opponent, he hoped. Quickly, however, she retracted, causing a sigh of relief to escape his lips.

"Not bad, Nagisa-Fukutaichou." He retorted, honest and true. It was a definite workout already, in just the span of several minutes that had flown by!

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Consideing I'm even later, your okay.

Chikaru simply stood back, eye fixated on the opposition in front of her. Her lips curled into a slight grin before allowing a slight chuckle to escape. The ever changing expression of the resident psycho woman of Soul Society had switched again. Her head would roll to the side until it nearly sat parallel to her shoulders. Her eyes opened as wide as possible as her quiet chuckle to herself turned to a booming laughter, echoing throughout the field to the two inhabited.

"Not bad? Don't tell me you expected less from me." While her head returned to its normal position, her twisted expression remained the same. She raised her blade until it nearly met her lips. Her tongue extended from her mouth, dragging along the blade lightly. With that, she extended her arm, blade in hand, pointed at Masato."You play defense far too much. Here's your chance to change that."

While she was far from what most would consider normal, this behavior was extremely erratic. Even for her.

"I'll give you until the count of three to make a move. One. Two." Her tongue extended from between her lips again, dragging along her top and bottom lips before retreating once again. She was more than prepared to make a move if her didn't, and undoubtedly she planned to.

He took a rather long exhale and inhale as she stepped back, making it appear that he seemed winded, or at least held his breath with the last string of movements made between the two. While she may have portrayed relaxation and excitement, Masato remained guarded, elbows posed straight as he held his blade outward at her; caution plastered upon his face.

Those emerald eyes surveyed the woman's casual expression of excitement, but as the time speedily passed, he noted her grin, fit of laughter, and the unusual switch. Her head rolled, eyes widened, and laughter volume increased, reverberating throughout the area in which the two stood. "Something is horribly wrong with this woman." He mused, obviously confused that someone of her rank would be so psychotic! Not only that, but how had she gotten away with this sort of behavior for such a long time! The woman was truly insane.

In response to her comment, Masato simply shook his head, brows raising as she licked her zanpakutou. If he could figuratively sweat-drop, you could believe he would. He could only warily watch, as she pointed toward him again, and offered him a chance to switch from defense to offense. She was joking, right?

Nuts in the head, Chikaru was.

"I'm afraid I won't be making much moves on you, Nagisa-fukutaichou." He retorted with a small chuckle, slightly hinting that he wouldn't even make a move outside of combat against her. He had his beloved Makoto still around, and he had hoped nothing would change that! While he would never blatantly diss a woman, for their looks or personality, he would never have any expectation or intentions to date such a bizzare woman!

Who knows? Maybe there was some sort of flower under the bulb.

He resumed his stance, knowing more than likely the woman wouldn't hesitate to attack him. He was a gentleman, after all, and if Chikaru wanted some sort of beating for herself, she probably wasn't getting it. Ah, the kind, tender touch of a young, beautifully harmless man!

The 'off' grin across her face dissipated quite suddenly. irritated at the words she was hearing. She didn't see much fun in attacking someone who wouldn't fight back. It simply didn't fir her style. Not to mention she knew what he really was saying, as it wasn't hard for her to read between the lines of what people say. There was no interest towards him. After all, she didn't much fancy someone who wouldn't even swing their sword. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she shrugged her shoulders. Fine then. If that's how you want it.....

Without even finishing her words, she would step off with a Shunpo, quickly and suddenly. Rather than going directly at Masato, however, she darted right past him to his right side. Coming to a stop just behind him, her arm and blade still extended out. She would pivot off her right heel, bringing her blade across in a sweeping arc aimed at his back. Three!!

She purposely engaged him at such a close range. Deflecting or avoiding such an attack would be incredibly difficult. Obviously, it would be much easier to return the strike with one of his own. Chikaru was determined to get Masato to attack. One way...or another.

He knew... instantly knew... that his decision to not fight back would inevitably haunt him. Just the overall fading of Chikaru's playful expression, which shifted into one of anger, annoyance and malice forewarned the command lieutenant that he wasn't going to get by so easily. In fact, he knew that at that exact moment, Masato had put himself in a shitty hole, per se.

Guarded, and in the defensive stance he was prior, he could only watch her progression into insanity delve deeper and deeper with the darkness looming in the distance. His ears perked, figuratively, at the sound of her displeased voice. Hell, even the hairs conveniently placed at his neck began to stand! Women were so heartless, cruel and evil!

Well, not really, but... yeah... bad..?

He had intently watched for any sudden moves, preparing himself for his demise, due to her obvious anger with his choice. He practically wanted to call shunpo, since it was such an overused technique with closing the gap between two combatants. Still, while she did initiate a shunpo, he hadn't determined the location of her reappearance; in fact, he hardly recognized she was using shunpo until the sound and visual of her dispersed into thin air. However, as he heard the return, and his emerald eyes gained no sight of the woman within his capabilities considering his standard field of vision, Masato's face expressed shock.

It could only mean she was behind him.

Instinct kicked in, as he didn't know the distance she gave between him and her, in conjunction to the technique she was using; being that he didn't have eyes in the back of his head. Still, that didn't deter him from fleeting, in a sense!

Naturally, he ducked forward into a somersault of sorts, enshrouding his head and fragile, essential portions of his body; which shielded the skull, neck, etc. whilst he tucked inward and curled into a ball slightly through the duration of the motion. His hands were the first to hit the ground, more or less to safely plant his zanpakutou against the ground so that it wouldn't become entangled or he wouldn't be stabbed by the blade of his weapon. While it was presumably on level with his back, luckily only the clothing of his standard shinigami uniform would be sliced, having barely missed the strike as he made his escape.

Ungracefully, he'd complete the somersault and lay flat on his back with a loud thud, sword perpendicular to his neck and frame, making a cross at that specific location. Depending on her next action, he would react accordingly.

Chikaru smiled just slightly she swung her blade, knowing she had caught him off guard. As her pivoting comes to a halt, she would be facing Masato, her eyes drawn to the male figure sprawled out on the ground before her. Her arm would raise up and across her body, blade in hand, almost as if drawing her blade against her own throat. While Masato was simply lying on the ground, she wasn't one for hitting a man down.

Her arm would forcefully come back down across her body, releasing her blade as her arm came down diagonally. Aimed for the top of Masato's head, the blade would slice through the air without anything in it's path. Chikaru knew he wouldn't lie there and the an injury that would be lethal. That wasn't her intention, regardless. Her intention was to force Masato form his back and to his feet. Anticipating that he would do so, a moment after the blade left her hand she would push off of her right foot, propelling her forward. Her body would twist to her left, causing her to go into a spin. As she spun, her left foot would extend out, coming around as twisted. Her aim was to kick Masato the moment he reached his feet.

Unless he found another way to defend the attack while still laying on the ground. In which case, she'd go flying through the air. Obviously, she was hoping that it wasn't the latter.

As he fell with an 'oomph' expelling from his lips, Masato's emerald eyes worriedly and frantically scanned the vicinity for any trace of her retaliating again. Which, he almost wished he hasn't seen the psychotic female doing whatever she was doing. Suffice to say, as time progressed on rather swiftly, he drew a pretty clear idea of what she was doing. By all means, it wasn't good, either... not at all!

Blinking, and... slightly losing his manly, gentleman-noble composure, Masato's eyes widened, brows ascended, as his jaw dropped. Was she really tossing her blade... at him?!

Quickly and allowing a loud gasp to escape his maw, Masato rolled away from his previous area in which he laid, continuously rolling as a good measure to escape the incoming sword; which, in the process, he managed to escape Chikaru as she rushed forward in a kick, no doubtfully sending her flying through the air like she hadn't intended nor wanted. Though, while she flew like a turkey with no head, Masato laid on his stomach, faced with the trouble of dizziness! His head was spinning, eyes swirling around in gaze randomly and irregularly as he laid against his muscularly lean abdomen.

What a chaotic mess!

Chikaru had leaped forward, following in a straight path behind her blade which she had previously thrown. However, unlike her blade, she didn't dip downward. Instead, she flew through the air in a straight path, spinning with every intention of caving in Masato's chest should when he arose to his feet. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't account for Masato's strange and peculiar ways. Rather than rising to his feet to avoid the incoming sword, he rolled off to the side.

Who the hell could predict that? Who would even do something so...odd!! The answer: the moron rolling around on the ground.

Nonetheless, it would take only a split second of gliding just over the ground before she realized she had not made contact with her target. Her body would return to the ground below her, feet first, skidding across the dirt a few meters. As she came to a stop, her back towards her opposition. She pivoted off her heel, turning to face him, her eyes twitching slightly as she clenched her teeth.

Chikaru was becoming irritated...agitated...and more volatile by the moment. Which was never good for anyone in the immediate area.

Always one to take advantage of any opening, she leaped into the air at an angle. Her diagonal flight pattern would come to a halt high in the air above Masato. With him laying on his front, he would have no visual identification of her movements. As she reached the peak of her jump, she would roll forward as she came straight down towards him. Her forward roll would dome to an end just before she reached his position. Her feet extended and joined as she came down toward his lower back.

Due to previous positioning, or laying against his abdomen in such a way that when Chikaru jumped through the air, Masato would be able to see the woman in front of him. It was rather strange; watching the woman fly through the air past him, but luckily she landed on her feet? Well, it was lucky for her, surely, but not for he, whom had witnessed the dirtiest look yet. By all means, he gulped loudly, dizzy self slowly returning to normalcy. However, he was a little too slow, succumbing to the weight of the woman as she tried to plant her entire body/stick it against his lower back -- and whatever pain that would bring.

A maniacal laughter quickly filled the entire area with sound as she stepped off of Masato's back. Chikaru's had once again switched from being angry to a psychotic maniac. Did she have some kind of issue in her head? Quite possibly. Actually, it's more like most certainly. She was one of a kind, and others pain at her hands always brought her joy. Perhaps she was a sadist? Who knows..

"It's a bout time you got squashed like a bug. Since, you know, your rolling around on the ground like one and all."

A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she squatted down beside him, her body pretty much centered on his own. She reached out her hand, poking at his side. "Hey. You are still alive...aren't you?"

No matter what she had said previously, Chikaru never had any intention of actually killing him. Maiming him, maybe. But certainly not to take his life. She would continue to poke at his side. Harder and and harder with each poke until she got a response. Though if she didn't get a response, she would most likely move onto kicking the hell out of him. Either way, she was prepared to get the answer she wanted out of him.

He let out a grunt as his body pressed hard against the earth beneath him whilst the woman 'pounced' on him, in a sense, feeling the pressure between the obvious motionless platform underneath his frame, and the opposing force that stepped hard against his back and posterior -- causing those areas to hurt, presumably. Still, she was quick to step off, as if toying with him, which relieved him of such a force. His head cocked to the side she crouched nearby to, face grimacing at her as she proceeded to pester him; each prod and poke more violent and harder as time progressed. Well, until he spoke out, emerald eyes pinned on her sadistic and amused expression, "Quit it!" He shouted, a mixture of anger and sorrow provided in his plea to escape the progression of pain.

He could always try rolling away... but he had a feeling that would only make her want to squish him more.

Chikaru could only laugh as she heard Masato finally respond. Her persistence had gotten her what she wanted once again!...kind of. "Oh? So your still alive after all? And here I thought I had driven all the air from your body...hm." With that, she rose from her position, returning to her normal upright posture. A slight sigh of relief escaped her lips before her hand rose to her face, using it to re-adjust her glasses. As her hand left her face, it came to rest on her hip, her head tilted slightly as her eyes remained glued to the pitiful man that laid before her.

Alright. One chance to answer. You won't fight back. Why not?"

To be honest, she'd grown tired of simply kicking him around. After all, if she wanted a punching bag, there was plenty of trees around.

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Really sorry about the wait. Dx

Masato shook his head slowly and lightly as the mean woman laughed and made her comment; eyes still following her frame as she rose, stood upright, sighed, and fixed her glasses. He himself had begun to arise from the position he was recently pummeled in, wiping and removing the dust off his uniform and figure as he rose completely. It was then his eyes focused on his own body, to make sure he removed each and every particle -- though as she asked this question, his face seemed slightly shocked. Why didn't he fight back? His emerald oculars returned to her visage, as he shrugged stiffly, speaking, "I don't want to hurt a woman; just isn't right to me, I guess. Women should be loved and treated with the utmost respect, not abused physically... but, if it came down to it, I would have to fight back should I need to. Call me a chivalrous gentleman, I suppose." He muttered, getting rather bashful and shy about his answer as he spoke to her. He didn't know why, but it was slightly embarrassing admitting this. It wasn't that he was weak, or a womanizer or anything; Masato just was gentle and kind, to anyone really!