Kenpo Dojo
Feb 16, 2009 22:52:36 GMT -7
Post by Sirén on Feb 16, 2009 22:52:36 GMT -7
This Dojo was spacious and quite empty. Aiko did not know if it was the fact there was no one around that made it look so huge, or the fact that it was indeed huge. Everything looked so clean and so...Well, deserted, as though nothing had been used in a long time, like a ghost town. Silence echoes in her ears as she walked the bare, yet sparkling clean hallways, so cold and alone. Looking into one of the rooms as she walked by, she saw it was wall to wall mats, and she just could not help herself.
Taking off her shoes, she placed them outside the door and entered the room, standing on the mats, sinking slightly as she did so. This place seemed so surreal, the walls were lined with all sorts of equipment, from Bolas to Zanpacto (?). There were a few windows above the mats, obviously there so one would not break them in a spar, well planned, considering the walls were made from mats to save people from throws as it was.
"You!!!"
Aiko spun to look at the person who had yelled, he was an old man, obviously drunk, and looking both perverted and lustful as he saw her. The pink haired kunoichi let out a small noise of disgust as he made his way closer, both drunkenly and pervertedly, his hands outstretched and his fingers wigling. His grin was lecherous and his eyes were obviously scanning her body, albiet a bit glassy. This old pervert was drunk and gross.
"Get away from me Hentai!"
Aiko cocked her fist back and threw a punch right in his face, with her strength, easily sending him spiraling backwards, his nose exploding with blood, until he struck the mats, which made a loud noise upon impact, the material wrinkling and pulling inwards to the crash site. The man slid from his position on the mat down to the mat on the floor, his bottle of sake at his waist propping up oddly against his leg, his face out of focus, and his eyes shut. Blood seeped from his nose, completing the look of a discovered pervert.
The kunoichi covered her mouth as she gasped, quickly moving to the mans side, she had not meant to strike him so hard, but she did not expect him to be so grabby either. It was self-defence, no jury would convict her, especially against this guy, perverted old leech. Shaking him from the shoulders, she waited for a response that he was alive. He groaned from his position on the ground, the life coming back into his face, his eyes still slightly out of focus, smacking his lips, he drew his sake bottle to his mouth and began to swig back the liquid from the bottle.
"You, girl, you hit like a champion, If you're here, I'm assuming you're here too learn the art of Kenpo, so therefore, you are my new pupil"
Screwing up her face, Aiko gave him a look as he told her she was now his student. That was not fair, surely there was someone less disgusting than this man, there must have been someone she could complain to, or even another master. He had tried to grope her, what was up with that, a drunk, perverted, old, lecherous man would be her Kenpo instructor? That did not seem as though it was a logical. Or safe.
"No way Hentai, you can't be my teacher"
"Stop calling me Hentai!"
"No!!"
"Dont make me come over there!"
"You couldn't do anything Ero-sensei"
Taking off her shoes, she placed them outside the door and entered the room, standing on the mats, sinking slightly as she did so. This place seemed so surreal, the walls were lined with all sorts of equipment, from Bolas to Zanpacto (?). There were a few windows above the mats, obviously there so one would not break them in a spar, well planned, considering the walls were made from mats to save people from throws as it was.
"You!!!"
Aiko spun to look at the person who had yelled, he was an old man, obviously drunk, and looking both perverted and lustful as he saw her. The pink haired kunoichi let out a small noise of disgust as he made his way closer, both drunkenly and pervertedly, his hands outstretched and his fingers wigling. His grin was lecherous and his eyes were obviously scanning her body, albiet a bit glassy. This old pervert was drunk and gross.
"Get away from me Hentai!"
Aiko cocked her fist back and threw a punch right in his face, with her strength, easily sending him spiraling backwards, his nose exploding with blood, until he struck the mats, which made a loud noise upon impact, the material wrinkling and pulling inwards to the crash site. The man slid from his position on the mat down to the mat on the floor, his bottle of sake at his waist propping up oddly against his leg, his face out of focus, and his eyes shut. Blood seeped from his nose, completing the look of a discovered pervert.
The kunoichi covered her mouth as she gasped, quickly moving to the mans side, she had not meant to strike him so hard, but she did not expect him to be so grabby either. It was self-defence, no jury would convict her, especially against this guy, perverted old leech. Shaking him from the shoulders, she waited for a response that he was alive. He groaned from his position on the ground, the life coming back into his face, his eyes still slightly out of focus, smacking his lips, he drew his sake bottle to his mouth and began to swig back the liquid from the bottle.
"You, girl, you hit like a champion, If you're here, I'm assuming you're here too learn the art of Kenpo, so therefore, you are my new pupil"
Screwing up her face, Aiko gave him a look as he told her she was now his student. That was not fair, surely there was someone less disgusting than this man, there must have been someone she could complain to, or even another master. He had tried to grope her, what was up with that, a drunk, perverted, old, lecherous man would be her Kenpo instructor? That did not seem as though it was a logical. Or safe.
"No way Hentai, you can't be my teacher"
"Stop calling me Hentai!"
"No!!"
"Dont make me come over there!"
"You couldn't do anything Ero-sensei"