It was a match made by two desperate jounins and a collective headache. Each of them had been faced with the same infuriating problem: A bright, creative student—perfect candidate for chuunin—who seemed to think it was more fun being a smart ass than a decent ninja. The plan was, the jounins decided, a last ditch effort—one they wouldn’t have even considered if they’d been sober at the time, and so Kamizuki Izumo met Hagane Kotetsu, an hour before the first part of the exam started, with the final touching words from his teacher being "Get it right, or get lost." The jounin must’ve been hoping the two might end up strangling each other. No one really ever expected them both to decide to /pass/ this time around. What’s more, they came out of it like a pair of old friends—even though they were matched up against each other in the semi finals, and Kotetsu had won, just barely, by what had to have been one of the weirdest, most effective moves the judges had ever seen. Izumo had been too distracted to notice that Kotetsu had replaced the knuckles against chin with a foot, and it was with a nasty clacking sound of his teeth that Izumo had been knocked out cold. He woke up a few hours later with a sore jaw and a bandage around his head, and blanched when he found his opponent perched at the foot of his bed, munching on some fruit and looking smug as all hell.
"Did you like my finishing move?" he asked innocently, and tossed Izumo an apple. The older boy caught it with little effort, wrinkling his nose at his sorry bruised reflection in the glossy surface.
"You call /that/ a finishing move?"
"Well," Kotetsu said. "It worked, didn’t it?"
Izumo took a large messy bite, juice dribbling down his chin as he pointed, bitten apple and all, accusingly at his makeshift teammate. "You kissed me."
"Yes."
"With tongue."
"Mm-hmm"
"And," Izumo finished dubiously. "It’s a finishing move."
"It took you by surprise, didn’t it?"
Izumo took another chunk out of the apple and chewed it thoughtfully. "/Damn/," he said finally, licking his lips. "I wish I’d thought of that."
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Date: 2003-08-22 01:54 am (UTC)Kotetsu/Izumo fic? ^___^
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Date: 2003-08-23 06:44 am (UTC)It was a match made by two desperate jounins and a collective headache. Each of them had been faced with the same infuriating problem: A bright, creative student—perfect candidate for chuunin—who seemed to think it was more fun being a smart ass than a decent ninja. The plan was, the jounins decided, a last ditch effort—one they wouldn’t have even considered if they’d been sober at the time, and so Kamizuki Izumo met Hagane Kotetsu, an hour before the first part of the exam started, with the final touching words from his teacher being "Get it right, or get lost." The jounin must’ve been hoping the two might end up strangling each other. No one really ever expected them both to decide to /pass/ this time around. What’s more, they came out of it like a pair of old friends—even though they were matched up against each other in the semi finals, and Kotetsu had won, just barely, by what had to have been one of the weirdest, most effective moves the judges had ever seen. Izumo had been too distracted to notice that Kotetsu had replaced the knuckles against chin with a foot, and it was with a nasty clacking sound of his teeth that Izumo had been knocked out cold. He woke up a few hours later with a sore jaw and a bandage around his head, and blanched when he found his opponent perched at the foot of his bed, munching on some fruit and looking smug as all hell.
"Did you like my finishing move?" he asked innocently, and tossed Izumo an apple. The older boy caught it with little effort, wrinkling his nose at his sorry bruised reflection in the glossy surface.
"You call /that/ a finishing move?"
"Well," Kotetsu said. "It worked, didn’t it?"
Izumo took a large messy bite, juice dribbling down his chin as he pointed, bitten apple and all, accusingly at his makeshift teammate. "You kissed me."
"Yes."
"With tongue."
"Mm-hmm"
"And," Izumo finished dubiously. "It’s a finishing move."
"It took you by surprise, didn’t it?"
Izumo took another chunk out of the apple and chewed it thoughtfully. "/Damn/," he said finally, licking his lips. "I wish I’d thought of that."
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Date: 2003-08-23 10:42 pm (UTC)