Condition: Rain

[Darah]

It was a rainy day today as raindrops fell upon the training grounds. Because of the weather, the usually fight-active people had to suppress their battlelust urges to challenge someone to a healthy spar. Darah however, disregarded the weather, as if it was a bright and shiny day. She was lying on top of her kid's back, a four metre long basilisk named Gekko whom as much as his mother, did not mind the rain one bit. Occasionally, Darah would giggle slightly when Gekko snorted some water out of his nose. The couple were used to this sort of weather. Back when they were living in Aceh, there was rain almost everyday. Heavy rain. Whenever it did, Darah would always take Gekko out into the jungle. There, they would lie down as they are doing right now and listen as raindrops produced noises when they hit a leaf or the ground.

Darah wasn't sure of the exact reason why was she in the training grounds. Perhaps she wanted to wait for someone who didn't mind the rain either to challenge her. Or perhaps she was just having some mother and child time with Gekko.

[Hakfu Song]

Ah... Rain.

Hakfu was walking around, having just gotten out of the G-man's class. Although many of the other students shunned being in the rain, Hakfu walked openly into it, glad for a change of scenery. It was wet everywhere, and he was soaked to the bone... it felt wonderful. It reminded him back to the days where he would catch a cold on purpose for a viable excuse to take a sick leave from his strange odd-jobs, back in China. Good days.. good days. The training ground's attendents had already given him an energy-healing potion, so, he felt better, after that series of 'incidents', glad to avoid too much attention to himself. But, ah... what the hell was he doing? He was walking in the rain in his summoning robes! Looking up into the darkly clouded sky, he smiled stupidly. Bah.. saves the time of washing them.

Sitting down, he began to take flipped off his hat, revealing an excess of rather long hair, as it was the hat's main purpose to save him the time of tieing it properly. It went down to his shoulders.. not bad, but, too lazy to get a haircut. Besides, there were new spells to try out. He was eager, especially, to try out Dai's new 'electrical 5-shot' attack, which was definetly a level up from his weak 'spark', but, definetly more draining. Standing up, holding his hat, he bent over, pulling his robes over his head, revealing a pair of jeans and a bare chest. Nothing flabby, suprisingly, for the fact that he didn't work out, but more of a lack of fat. Nine years of eating poorly.. well, Arcane Academy was definetly one of the better things that had happened to him.

Putting his soaked clothes behind him, he leaned back onto it, using it as a pillow, leaning his head to the side, his hands supporting his head. Felt better then stuffy rooms or a disquieting cold air of hallways. The rain just poured onto him.. them. Shifting his head, he saw a strange looking girl, lying on a rather large... basilisk!?

Ohh... Darah. It was odd... why in the world did she look like a reptile? Hakfu didn't feel himself so put off, but more rather intrigued. Damn inquisitive mind. Yet, he remembered the times from Starbucks.. so he didn't move. Instead, just shifting his head back to the clouds, enjoying the rain pouring on them. Yet... damn. Without looking, he couldn't resist.

"..Hey Darah... fancy meeting you here."

Smiling to himself, he kept his eyes closed. The pitter-patterinf of the rain on the grounds felt good.. almost felt like swimming, as the water pooled around in the grounds they lay in.

[Darah]

Darah was about to doze off to sleep while lying down under the rain. Apparently, no one wanted to get wet in the rain or perhaps people were afraid of challenging her because of the huge beast she was lying atop on. If they were afraid of Gekko now, just wait until he grows to about 10 years old. That would be when he's grown into a mature basilisk and he'll probably be about twice as large as he is right now. About the size of a bus.

A voice... calling out to her.

Darah sensed as though that voice sounded familiar. It belonged to a certain someone she had met in Starbucks. That person was none other than Hakfu Song. The perv. The pedo. The pimp-daddy, candy man, bling-bling king, China's very own very slim Shady with da big bling ring and ooo... Shiny XD
Well, Hakfu didn't exactly have any shinys with him. He was a broke pimp, a specie of humanity Darah thought didn't exist.

Darah sat up on Gekko's back and turned her head to look at Hakfu.

"Daddy!" She cried out jokingly, still insisting that Hakfu Song was a pimp. After taking a look at him, she continued, "I didn't know you wore men's clothing under the dress."

Darah jumped off Gekko as Gekko got up on all six legs and shook himself off like a dog, sending water flying at Darah and making her chuckle slightly. The young half-demon was dressed in nothing more than a pair of hip-huggers and a single white t-shirt which clung to her in the rain, slightly showing the line of her bra. Darah knew that as a pimp, Hakfu would not be able to resist himself and take a look. No matter how much of a gentleman he tried to be, a man was just a man and there was only one thing that all men wanted.

[Hakfu Song]

.. Must... Resist... Gah!

Yawning slighty, and drinking a few drops of water as it came onto his face, he swallowed with a sense of vigor, away from his clothes, and onto his feet. He felt energetic, for once, but, he didn't know why.

He almost died.

Stretching out, his head leaning back, before bringing it back to normal between his shoulders, his eyes took a glance at Darah, all the while in one single motion, making a slight cough, to cover his mouth. Right.. she was a girl, after all. Shaking his head, to hide his own eyes, and to stop himself from thinking about.. gah! No! Dammit, stop! He kept on coughing, perhaps a little more fake then he would've hoped for, but it was all he could do to hide his sudden nosebleed. For all the times she had hidden underneath her brown cloak to hide her features of horns and other things.. she wasn't extrodinary, but had enough to flaunt. Dammit! Why are you thinking about this, right now!? But she is rather fetchin- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ASK HER A QUESTION, YOUR TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, ASK SOMETHING, GET yOUR MIND OFF HER BODY YOU DAMN PEDOPHILE!

.. But I'm not a pedophile... I can appreciate nice things too, can't I?

True... nine years of being turned down, and working alone...

Ahh... what am I saying!? No! No!

The coughs grew gratuitiously louder. Wiping his nose, as the remaining trickles from his face, thanks in part to the rain, he nodded again.

"(Cough, sniff) I'm not your daddy... stop calling me a pimp daddy! But.. on that subject.."

Yea.. that's right, just keep talking, do not think about her. You are not aroused by the fact that you can see her bra, and maybe a little bit of her skin, even if it is of different colors..

Dammit.

Shaking his head in his right hand, he sighed, but then, straightening himself up, and wiping off some excess water that had gathered in the crevices of his shoulder blades, he couldn't help it, but..

"... I've been meaning to ask.. what is that lizard, er basilisk of yours?"

Basilisk.. was it a basilisk? That thing was fairly large as it was..

Twenty-seven years old. And turned on by a young girl who didn't even look human. All time low on his end?

[Darah]

He's looking, Darah thought. Daddy's a bad man...

Darah watched as Hakfu's eyes trailed down her wet shirt. God, his nose was even bleeding. To what extent of perversion can the mind of a male reach up to? Darah could only wonder. As Hakfu stared, Darah felt self-conscious and folded her arms over her chest, blocking his view of her possessions.

"... I've been meaning to ask.. what is that lizard, er basilisk of yours?" Hakfu asked her.

Darah gave Gekko a meaningful look before turning her attention back once more on Hakfu.

"He's my child." Darah replied.

[Hakfu Song]

Oh Thank God

She had noticed. For God's sake, she noticed his (terrible) attempts to cover up his glance(s). He had just become labeled. Not just a scholar, not just a grown-man in a school full of teenagers... but a damned pervert! Agh! His face however managed to remain fairly cool looking, even after she folder her arms over her chest, but then, that's where long-messy hair came into good use.

.. What?

Her child?

Her child? Hakfu was glad for the hair covering his face.. he blinked stupidly at this statement. Her child?!

Oh thank God.

The bulge in his pants went down almost instantly. One of the biggest turn-offs, and to his own suprise, he was glad he was so turned off. Could focus more now on his curiosities and not his damned desperate thoughts. Her child as in.. eh? Quickly, he debated to himself whether or not to ask if she gave birth to 'her child', but quietly, in his mind, shook his head at the idea of even asking that. Compromised already, he needn't make the damage any worse with her. Then, the idea came up to ask her if it was a boy or girl, look and act nice... that idea came crashing down. It was possible that she would then think him not only a pedophile of an extremity, but possibly even borderline thinking about commiting acts of beastiality.

Hakfu..

Yes?

You are a dumbass, a disgrace to your Clan.

.. I sorta realized that a few moments ago.

Stop arguing with yourself. You look even more insane then you normally do.

Alright, fine.. fine...

Hands scratching the back of his head, he found this to be a rather akward situation. Very difficult to make a friend, even more difficult with the huge age gap. His eyes were closed, forcibly.

".. I... I see. If you don't mind me asking... and, please don't misintepret this the wrong way, but what is 'it's' name? I.. eh... don't quite know if its a boy or girl, and I would rather not feel idiotic in my greeting.."

.. He was becoming more and more timid by the minute. Faltering before a girl more then ten years younger then he was. Showed how strong he truly was.. ah, he was pathetic. Bah! And so self-concious and curious! Damn you! You should've been over that stage by now!

Right.. how do you grow through a stage without going through it first? Pathetic life from a pathetic childhood... see the domino?

...

His hands fitted into the pockets of his jeans. The warmth from his newfound embaressment was there to keep him warm. Oh well, he was already asking akward questions already, and she seemed at least a little willing to answer them.

"And to add to that question.. again, no offense is ment... why do you look the way you do?"

Immediatly after saying it, he felt a pang of regret. Bah.. the way he was acting.. he could've been one of the teenagers as well, or one of the hard-core Japanese people with overexaggerated emotions.. sigh.

[Darah]

"What is 'it's' name?" Hakfu asked Darah inconsiderably. Of all the nerve. It? IT? Does Gekko look like an IT to him? No one calls Gekko an IT. The rain must be seeping through Hakfu's scalp and skull and messing around with his brains because it just doesn't seem to be working. And to top it off, he had to ask this question:
"And to add to that question.. again, no offense is ment... why do you look the way you do?"
Good thing he said no offense although there was plenty of it in the question for Darah. Heck, you may as well say: No offense, but I think your an idiot.

"HIS name is Gekko, Mr.IT..." Darah replied coldly as she glared at Hakfu. "And as for the way I look..."

Darah swung her head back, sending her hair whipping around her in the rain, and swung her head back in Hakfu's direction to spit some coating mucus at his chest. If won't hurt too much. Probably a bruise if connected solidly.

[Hakfu Song]

..Just Can't Seem to Win...

As she flung back her head, whipping the water back with her hair, he figured that it wouldn't hurt to gawk a little more, as this was probably the end of him anyways. But, when she flung out the mucus at him..

".. What the he-Ahhhhh!"

Holding up his left arm to shield himself, unable to think straight, the mass of mucus hit into his arm, spinning him around, making him fall, dizzily onto his forehead, laying there for a moment. For a while, he remained immobile.

"... I deserved that."

Getting a grip on the ground with his arms, he pushed himself up, and hobbling a little, stood up, a bloody gash on his forehead from the fall. Ugh. Holding out his left arm before himself, trying to maintain balance, but his legs wobbling a little, he tried to whip it off. It wouldn't come off. Dammit. His right hand went up to his forhead, and wiped some blood away from his eyes. Shaking his head, as he bowed himself to get the blood off, he whipped back up, standing straight, but still barely stable, his right hand held up to his forehead.

".. aye... aye... I deserved that. I have... a lot of questions, thanks to my damn inquisitive mind, but they would probably result in the following answer.. who-whoop! Ack, dammit!"

Falling on his ass, he sighed. On the training grounds, and just about defeated, before any battle could start. Okay... okay... let's see...

"Eh... tell you what... let's have a little battle, get over the niceties. But, more then just a battle.. I have... a wager for you."

Grin.

Hobbling himself up to his feet, he flailed around his arms, trying to keep balance, and hunched forward, but still smiling idiotically.

"If I win this battle... you'll answer all my questions without struggle, and sate my curiosities on yourself (no, not that way), and you'll stop calling me 'Pimp Daddy', 'Daddy', or anything else like that... If I lose... you get two months of my wages from Arcane Academy, as well as two months of my service as anything you want me to be or do. And... I might reveal a secret or so of the G-man that I found out while doing some research on him. How does that sound..?"

[Darah]

The mucus hit him rather squarely although Hakfu blocked and it had hit his arm instead, but he had shouted when it hit and that pleased Darah slightly. Not that she was a sadist but it served the pimp right for dissing her and her kid.

Daddy fell, picked himself up, only to fall again. Darah thought that perhaps Hakfu wasn't used to the slippery surface.

Then, a challenge from Hakfu. Finally, what Darah had been waiting for: a chance to fight under wet conditions. Besides, for a while now Darah had been wondering how well this pimp fought. From their class at Historian's, she had learned that Daddy was a summoner but she has yet to see his summons up close and personal. Perhaps now was her chance.

Conditions: If Darah won, she'd have a slave of a pimp. If she lost, she'd have to answer Hakfu's questions.

"First off, you don't have any money, Daddy." Darah told Hakfu. "And I don't think I need help from a pimp... That's just wrong. But I wouldn't mind the fight though."

[Hakfu Song]

Eh-heh, Right.

"For the love of God, I'm not a freaking pimp."

He shook around his head a little bit, letting the excess water go off. But, the smile was still there, as his left hand went into his left pocket, and came back out with a blank tarot card. Waving it in front of Darah, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

".. You sure? Everytime I'm in Babylos, I always see you in some obscure corner of the city, begging for money. I have $700 dollars saved up, a few hundred more, so, I've been on a tight budget. Why? Because I'm trying to buy a gun for the upcoming missions. Now, that's $700 dollars in the pot, of less begging on the streets, plus two month's wage. But.."

Out of habit, he wiped the card across his bloody forehead, smearing the blood across, watching in satisfaction as Chinese symbols formed on it. Looking at it carefully, he raised his attention back up to Darah, taking a few steps back.

"Has it occured to you why I've offered this wager? Because win or lose, there's still a win for both. As for the reason to be spoken without the vage cover... you're going to have to kick my ass to find out."

Two months. Two months is enough to scrounge out secrets on who exactly the hell and what exactly the hell Darah and that lizard of her. A true scholar, he was determined to learn anything at any cost. Smirking a little, he poised sideways, and reached for his Ritual Dagger, and brought it up to his left wrist when he realized, something and laughed harder.

"..Oh right, I forgot... thank you."

Sheathing his dagger in one go, he triumphantly held up his left wrist before the both of them. So many scars were on it, from all the times Hakfu had cut himself to draw blood, so as to summon his deity... so many times. Despite his low endurance, which made even him topple over from what would normally be such a pitiful attack, he still had the blood to summon, to draw on a little more of his strength, his true strength.

"..Saves me some time of cutting myself open. Now... if you still agree to this little wager... let's begin, shall we?"

Leaning back, he threw himself forward, hurling the card at Darah's feet, and smiled a little, wondering what the reaction would be. The card did nothing.

Grin.

[Darah]

Arrogance and bragging. If Darah had thought that she had liked this 'Daddy' before, well that feeling's gone now. Sure he makes more money than Darah begging off the streets. He was a grown up, not to mention a pimp. Darah could easily make the money that Hakfu had, but in order to do that she'll need to work for one of 'Daddy's customers, and she was NEVER going to do anything even close to that.

With a nod of her head, Darah asked Gekko to leave the fighting area and head over to the spectator benches. Darah then watched as 'Daddy' applied some blood onto this card of his and flicked it onto the ground. Quickly, her mind travelled back to the class of Historian's she and Hakfu had attended.

I summon it by putting my blood in the symbol of summoning on a blank tarot card, it comes into existence in this world.

Those had been Hakfu's words and Darah was thankful for her rather good memory. Darah quickly chanted a few words. She had been practicing the spell Historian had taught. True, it was a useless spell but wordology didn't require much magical energy to cast. All it needed was just energy wasted on breath.

'Infernos, Supportus, Magicos, Indeferos, Metheros' Darah muttered incoherably fast, her thin tongue dancing in her mouth to form the words faster than a rapper could. 'Propellos, Magnificous, Stripandous!'

A ball of fire came up in her hands, much larger than the one she had casted in Historian's class. This ball she sent flying at the tarot card on the floor, ready to ignite the little piece of paper into flames.

[Hakfu Song]

Let's Just Do This

Hakfu watched as the card burned on the ground, the fire rather resistent to the water, by the fact that it was being fed by magic. Good, she was angry now. Now, at least he wouldn't feel bad when he made a mistake in his words... bah, he sounded like such an asshole. Wincing to himself, he shrugged.

"That card only had the inscription on it, with my blood. Energy is what is in our blood, right? And, my forehead's bleeding it..."

Slowly putting his hand down back into his pocket, he drew out six, no, seven, ack, a dozen blank tarot cards! Wiping them all across his forehead, he threw them up in the air, watching as the rain scattered them in several directions, behind Hakfu, to the left of Darah and Hakfu, to the right of them, behind Darah, in front of Darah, in the middle of them... Jokingly, Hakfu sat down, pointing out the cards.

"Eenie-meenie-minee-moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollars let him go... so is it eenie, meenie, minee, or moe?"

After reflecting on that for a few seconds..

"..."

..Frowning a little...

"..Okay, that was a bad joke. But, really now, you can either waste your enery burning up my cards, I've got.. like what, fourty-seven of them left... and we can waste our energy that way, and see who outlasts who. Or, you can guess the wrong one and I can be the big-bad bully and summon Sai right behind you... Sai, being my electrical version of my summon..."

Leaning back on the ground, back onto his soaked clothes, he sighed a little. The enchantment was already on his mouth, and even though this was a fight, it had officially begun in his own mind. Possibly a fatal mistake, but the words were ready... and he had the perfect card for the job... the left... or the right? Ah well, twelve of them were out, if he needed to improvise... Bound to summon Sai sometime.

...

Barely even able to concentrate.

Sitting back up, he bowed in the same motion.

"... Look, not trying to be an asshole, that's all I'm saying. Just sort of getting fed up by your antics, young lady. Yes, I just called you 'young lady'. Your provocation of a man's unwitting will for lust proved that... and so did your B cup, or whatever it may be. Anyways, yea, you can slap me later after this fight."

In truth, he did not expect to win this battle. Sure, he would try, but, how did he have a snowball's chance in hell of fighting against anyone? Dammit, he couldn't even use spells on his own... it just sort of sucked. Sighing a little, he got to his feet, very lax about this.

Okay yea, fine, he was a little bit of a pervert.

Okay, FINE, more then a little bit. But he was a guy? What did anyone expect?

[Darah]

He. Has. Been. Looking. Must. Kill. Pimp!

Darah had a strong urge to just lop Hakfu's head off with her claws. Her platinum clawed fingers clicked as Darah analyzed the situation. The cards around her, they were the things keeping Darah at bay for she did not fully understand them. All she knew was that they were crucial to Hakfu and without them, well... Game over.

The excitement of the fight. The thrill. The anxiety of what these cards could do. It was raising Darah's adrenaline levels. She only needed to wait a little longer, then she would strike at Hakfu. For now though, she remained motionless in that circle of cards.

"Go ahead..." Darah said as her eyes pierced into Hakfu's. "Make your move."

[Hakfu Song]

Then Off to Ba--Whoop! ... *Blush* Hang On A Moment*

"Alright then.. my move, first, eh? Your loss... I hope."

Slowly, his right hand crept for his Ceremonial Fan, and held onto the hilt.

"..Let's hope your ready, 'cause your in for a shock-Okay nevermind, no more jokes, yea..."

His grip tightened, his left book sliding back, so as to make him into a much smaller visible target. She expelled things through her mouth... who knew what she had in store for him. Besides the fact that she looked like a reptile that greatly aroused him-

You promised you wouldn't do that anymore.

Sorry, I forgot.

Hey, quick question, if someone was to 'breed' or 'mate' or whatever with her, wouldn't that be borderline beastial-

Just shut up.

"Hirthos divinity thundero Kantan-whoop!"

Tugging on his fan, he pulled it out successfully from the belt on his pants... releasing his pants...

It fell in slow motion, for what seemed like ages.

For a moment, Hakfu couldn't believe what had just happened, staring straight ahead, as if to continue his spell, determined not to look.


"I just can't win today..."

Looking down, he did a double take, and froze. His pants was down, the belt was flung off with the fan, and his boxers were revealing a rather suggestive bulge beneath it.

...

Slowly raising his head up to face Darah, he put his fan to cover himself.

"..Close your eyes... Close your eyes, Darah, before I scar your innocent mind any further... close them now."

Standing here, cold and wet with the rain pouring on him, his pants down, and his hair all over him like a wildman...

...But most importantly, his pants were down.

[Darah]

This guy... Is the most pathetic I've ever seen... Can't he do anything right?

Darah watched as Hakfu somehow pulled his belt away from his jeans and the denim material fell away from him, revealing boxers underneath them.

"..Close your eyes... Close your eyes, Darah, before I scar your innocent mind any further... close them now." Hakfu acted all innocently as he tried to cover himself with that funny looking fan of his.

Oh, Puh-leez! You think I didn't know you did that on purpose, you horny old goat?

While Hakfu was preoccupied with his pants, Darah turned around and spat three rapid shots of acidic spit at the cards behind her, making the paper material dissintegrate.

Darah couldn't tell if Hakfu was just a total klutz, or if he dropped his pants on purpose. If it was the latter, it was either because he's just a perv or he was trying to distract her. If distraction had been his plan, it wouldn't have worked because...

"Don't worry" Darah said as she faced him, "You didn't 'scar my mind' as you put it. Yours is just too small for me to see, so no harm done. Now if you don't mind, could we please get things going?"