When will they give up? [Trigger:Blood] [ Closed]

[Vincent Meian]

The older man nodded, not really agreeing but giving credit to the concept. "We will see," he answered obliquely. "You may not be wrong, however there is more to truth than surface correctness."


He was also more than aware of all the trouble the boy could cause. However, very little of that involved the school's board of trustees, and even less caused more harm than childish pranks. From his records, the previous assaults on teachers were relatively harmless; much like the lesson Vincent had just taught, they were used as sources of embarrassment and discomfort rather than true malice and spite. Whatever threats he made, they were of little consequence.


Even still. "You have my word. I can give you no more than that."


The wariness was expected, too; once someone has caught you by surprise in a negative manner, one tends not to allow them a second chance to do so. Still, it was surprisingly lenient and forgiving of the boy (even if he didn't know it yet) to even keep in Vincent's presence. The Japanese man had threatened the life of his teacher when in school and hadn't spoken to him for months after the incident. Something would happen here, and he'd become an equal to further that.


After all, people are not wary of those beneath them; only contemptuous.


"It is a challenge then," the trainer answered lightly, more intrigued now. "I have heard those words many times, and still they seem false. If you can prove their truth to me, I will train you no longer." He shrugged nonchalantly, folding the scarf over his arm carefully. "Until then, I refuse to give up. I am stubborn as well."


He ignored the jibe about the jeans; he'd simply check their sizes and replace the set to the letter. There was little else he would do for that. However, he couldn't help a little stab of his own. "Perhaps next time, you should wear less expensive clothing to a training session," he retorted in amusement. "Especially if it occurs well after school hours."


Using a shortening of his name irked the taller male, though he didn't show it. Instead, he shrugged. "My apologies; I was under the impression that you did not wish outside knowledge of this event. If this does not trouble you, feel free to return to your dorm in your current state. I am sure no one will speak of it in the coming months."


Sarcasm was a trait too often used obviously in modern times. Subtlety made it all the more satisfying.

[Leiken Chu]

"We will." he agreed. Though he didn't really believe the man thought it was true. Regardless he accepted it as it was, for now, at least. Leiken's lips parted with a heavy sigh, slowly starting to relax, though his defenses were still quite high.

It was true, his threats, and pranks in the past had been all minor things that left nothing more than emotional distress. However, to him, that was a victory and in many cases it sent those trying to help him further away. That was perhaps one of the reasons that Lei believed that no one could help him.


Lei smirked, those plush lips seeming to hold the amused expression for a moment's time as he spoke, "Did you know in the past they used to make oaths in blood?" His head tilted a bit, his eyes studying the man's reactions to his words, or lack there of regardless.

What fun this man's pride would be to break. How long would it take to chase him off as well? Leiken bet upon his own pride that it would not be long before this man would taste the troublesome ways he could manage. Let alone last to help him in the long run.

"A challenge? Hardly. It is only a matter of time. " he stated confidently. Sure of himself in his thoughts that he would soon conquer the man's will and send him packing. He was completely determined to make sure this man felt the same mortification that he'd felt just minute before.

"I will prove their truth as I see fit. You will expect it always, but you will never know when it shall come. however, know that I will make you regret choosing to help me. " he stated. His eyes turned toward the scarf folded over the man's arm, "Refuse you may now, but in time you'll regret even those words." he assured the man.

"perhaps you should provide a lesson plan." he countered. "Alot occurs after school hours, i haven't the time to play dress up for every occasion, but you're more than welcome to dress me up if you intend on ruining any more of my clothing." he stated holding his arms up for a moment. In the manner a child would while waiting for it's parents to pull on their pajamas. Though he folded those arms behind his head a moment later.

"Jeeze, you really are dense. " he stated to the man's words. The meaning of his own had been lost but he snorted a bit to the remark the man made. "I'll leave it to you to show me the way then. " he noted to the man. waving an arm in the air before lowering both his arms to shove his hands in his pockets. The dried blood substitute upon his flesh was beginning to feel disgusting. "The sooner i get this cleaned off the better it will be for everyone." he noted with a hint of irritation to his voice.

[Vincent Meian]

"I do," the trainer responded with a nod. "I have even done so, in my more foolish years. Blood oaths were considered sacred and binding. They still are, in many cultures and religions." Vincent eyed the boy, almost expecting him to demand such a thing. "However, my word will have to be my bond for now. I do not yet trust you with my blood enough to give it so freely."


The arrogance was almost astounding. Did he really sound like that as a teenager? Thinking back on it, the Japanese man assumed it must have been so - he couldn't really find any difference in the situation other than himself being on the other end of it. Still, he shrugged once more; if the child believed he could do it, then he wouldn't stop him. "We will see," he stated again, ending that line of thought there.


"My lessons to you will lose value if you know of them beforehand," he countered, placing his sunglasses back on his nose. "I suggest keeping spare gym clothes regardless - your powers are ones that can damage clothing easily, and I will not buy you an entire wardrobe should you lose control of them."


Certain subtleties were often lost on the exchange teacher, being that he had not grown up in the United States and was still learning many traits of the language. Regardless, he was certain the boy was merely being petulant again and let the comment slide. "Of course. This way." Turning about crisply, the taller man quickly strode towards across the field and towards the school.

[Leiken Chu]

Leiken merely smirked to the other man's statement displaying his lack of trust for Lei. Lei didn't seem to mind that fact, but instead found it highly amusing. He would have told the man that he was right not to trust him. That Lei didn't trust himself enough with other people's blood, but that would be admitting weakenss in his eyes.

"We shall." he stated plainly. "Perhaps." he would chime casually. Though he chuckled over the thought of the teacher replacing his clothing, "I wouldn't dream of you having to do such a thing. After all, you merely caught me off guard this time. Next time, i'll expect it. " he pointed out.

He shifted, following after the man, quicking his pace so that he remained just a few steps behind the taller man. His eyes focused on the figure before him as they walked, "Right."