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The sky was tar-black swirled with a sooty gray as the rain poured down in an almost hypnotizing way. The Thunder boomed loudly drowning everything out, including the noise of your fists connecting with a sleazy man's jaw. You couldn't help but smile, as your eyes lit up in a sick satisfaction. You couldn't help but get excited when you get to fight. You love the way you can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest and the feeling of your fists hitting soft, sensitive flesh.
You know something in you is terribly wrong. That some would define you as sick. Who knows maybe you're fucked in the head but you rather be that than whatever “normal” people have going on. The rush is what you live for, you are just an average adrenaline junkie. Just another fucked up high schooler who the system “failed”.
You seem to attract people who want to fight you at every corner, though then again it isn't uncommon saying how you're in Yeongdeunpo. Not like you're complaining, after all, you love yourself a good fight! But then again lately the fights haven't been very entertaining and they haven't been giving you a good rush. If you're being honest all of your fights in the past few months have been easy, nonetheless anticlimactic.
You're not sure if you could even call them fights. Some shit bag decides, “Hey! Let's go fight the girl everyone says don't fight. Maybe because she's a girl she will be super weak. All the people saying how strong she is must be liars.” and then they get their shit kicked in for being sexist assholes who underestimate their opponents.
You wish you could find a truly worthy opponent, one that could truly satisfy the deep need in you. You want an opponent who will make you go home with fucked up knuckles from punching and a broken nose. You want somebody who will make you want to constantly fight them again and again. You want someone who won't be afraid to hurt you, just because you are a girl. You want someone who will get you nice and bloody, high on the thrill of the fight. You want a true monster, someone who's not afraid to rip flesh and bone.
Maybe the term you are looking for is “rival”. However, that's not quite right. You need a fight buddy, someone you can booty call to get their ass out here and fight like feral animals. Someone who's just as bloodthirsty.
But with the way things seem to be going, you'll be lucky to find someone who will actually even bother with you. There are many strong fighters in Yeongdeunpo, but none that could truly fight you to the level you're looking for. Donald Na for example isn't known to hit women and he's so busy with business that you would be lucky if he even came out of his office. he wouldn't even be much of a fight. Taking him on is like asking to be hit by a car that then makes you sell your soul to the devil. Donald Na is the king of Yeongdeunpo and you don't plan on becoming one of his many pawns.
Jake Ji is also said to be pretty strong but he's also said to be equally kind. Someone like him isn't what you need. He's like a golden retriever therapist dog. He looks like he would buy you ice cream and then proceed to compliment how good of a fighter you are. At least that's going off rumors and the shuttle patch. You've never actually met the guy.
Your fight had ended about as quickly as it started and you were extremely disappointed. It didn't take much to defeat the idiot, a shake of the hips and sweet words, and he was played like a fiddle. The guy you fought was some idiot from Bubyeong. Probably didn't know shit about the area and thought you were easy prey.
The rain had started to come down a bit harder but you didn’t mind. It felt kinda nice actually. Sure your school uniform is soaked but soon you won’t need it anyways. After all in just a week you’ll be tranferring schools. You’re not really upset about if you’re being honest.
You didn’t have any friends besides one girl and she had been skipping certain classes lately. Plus new school means new things to conquer. New people to fight. New fresh grades you can try not to screw up. New teachers you can try not to accidently traumatize. Hell maybe you will even make some new friends.
Walking out of the alleyway you kick a can. God, you are so fucking bored. Its raining so you should probably go home, though you really don’t want to. Its quite, with nothing but the rain and your shoes on concrete to fill the silence.
Then you pick up on it, the noise of another pair of shoes. You’re even more confused when you catch a glance of bright purple. You stop walking, turning your head in both confusion and interest. Across the street from you there’s a boy. Tall, purple drenched hair, school uniform you can tell is familiar but you can’t tell why, and a pair of what you’re guessing is prescription glasses.
Overall he looks like if nerd met hot topic. You’re not one to judge though. Even though he currently looks like a pissed off drenched sewer rat, hes kinda cute. I mean in a looking like a purple frosted cupcake kinda way. His hair is probably fluffy, but what with it being drenched he looks like a pissy purple mop.
Yet when the strange boy notices you staring his head snaps your way quickly in a way thats kinda concerning. His eyes make you freeze they aren’t at all what you were expecting. They’re a deep piercing silver, they cut through you like steel. The weirdo just fucking stares, what an asshole. You hate when people just stare at you.
You look back at the purple creep, keeping contact like this is a staring contest. See? You can be intimidating and weird too. Might as well count how long this bastard is staring at you. Maybe keep track of when the last time he blinked was.
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2….
3…….
Ah fuck, why is he coming towards you? And why is he taking his glasses off?? Oh, he wants a fight. Well shit, guess you're fighting some purple-haired Pokemon today.
This isn't how you thought your day would go….