ougi takaya. [ KAGETORA-SAMA ] (tigereyes) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-31 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ougi takaya |
who; Ougi Takaya [& open, possibly?]
where; Random alley! WHOO.
when; Say just after midnight.
summary; Takaya is Not Impressed by LA's welcoming committee.
rating; PG.
Takaya had no idea how he'd managed to get to Los Angeles in the space between one stop-sign and the next. In fact, at first, he hadn't even noticed---until he realised that the streets were different, and everyone was driving on the wrong side of the road. He'd nearly turned his bike over when he saw a garbage truck heading for him, laying on the horn, but at the last minute, managed to jerk the motorcycle to the side, narrowly avoiding the truck and careening into an alley. --It was there he stopped, yanking his helmet off and staring back at the opening to the street as if he'd never seen anything so horrifying.
Then he'd started hearing American English, and had known that something really freaking weird had happened. He was pretty sure he wasn't on a base-- he didn't have any authority to get onto one, anyway. A little asking around (his own English was pretty good, he could admit, though it wasn't perfect) got him the facts: the city was LA, the date was May thirty-first 2005, and yes, lots of people had been showing up at random.
So okay, maybe Naoe hadn't had anything to do with it, after all. He honestly wouldn't have put it past the man to kidnap him. After everything that had happened between them just a few short weeks ago, Takaya wouldn't put anything past him.
And yet-- he was almost disappointed that the older man wasn't involved.
Stupid.. freakin' monk. Stupid Kagetora.
And then:
Damnit. Where the hell are you, Naoe?
A growl alerted him to the presence of someone else in the alley, and with a frustrated curse, he turned to find the source of it. A shadowy figure was moving slowly forward, hulking and.. not at all human, if the greenish skin and bulging veins were any indication. Not human, but not a vengeful spirit, either. --Weird.
"You picked the wrong day to mess with me, pal," he snapped, and his fingers flew together in the first Seal position, blue-violet flames swirling up around him--a physical manifestation of his power. "Ari nari tonari anaro nabi kunabi!" A shield flared up, protecting him from the creature that was now throwing itself against it, drooling acid through fangs that looked razor-sharp. --Takaya's hands shifted into a second position, eyes hard in his youthful face. "Nomakusamanda bodanan baishi ramandaya sowaka. On kiri kaku un sowaka. Bai!" The flames roared, engulfing the creature; it barely had time to make a sound before it was disintegrating, banished back to the underworld it had come from.
The flames faded, and Takaya's hands fell to his sides again, gaze fixed on the spot the creature had just been standing in frank annoyance.
It really was too much to ask for his life to be quiet again, wasn't it?