Danyel
Silly
vietmyke
Snowdrops
Scarifar
TokyoPewPew
Noctis
Chronic
Nightwing95
TlalocTokyo - Japan
Aoi breathed deeply. He held his eyes closed as he did so, letting his entire body relax to the rhythm of his breathing.
“Hajime!”
Aoi’s eyes snapped open at the exact moment his opponent launched into motion with a blur of movement. He smoothly blocked the initial kick but chose not to counterattack, simply waiting for his opponent to reorient himself instead of going on the offensive. His eyes tracked the older boy’s every move, adjusting his footwork as needed.
His opponent overextended his next strike and this time, Aoi didn’t let the opportunity pass him by. Taking advantage of the momentum from the missed strike, he ducked beneath the blow, pulling his left arm back and then striking forward with his fingers curled. Aoi felt his palm connect with his opponent’s sternum, realising too late that he had perhaps used too much force.
He felt a crack, and his opponent let out a cry.
Aoi stared blankly as Yusuke dropped to the floor, a flash of remorse that didn’t show in his eyes coursing through him.
“Hitsugaya! What did I tell you about restraint?!”
The boy in question straightened instinctively.
“I–” he stopped himself, “Apologies, sensei. My mind was.... elsewhere.
“Keeping your mind focused is essential for a martial artist. Remember that.”
Aoi remained quiet, merely bowing his head.
After that unfortunate display of brutality, the session was ended prematurely. Aoi released a breath as he stepped out of the dojo, bag slung over his shoulder and eyes downcast. Restraint was never a skill he was taught much about nor did it come easily to him. It wasn’t the first time a sparring session had been cut short because of him, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. His eyes briefly flickered across the nearly empty street.
No one was here to pick him up today either, not that he minded. He was used to it by now, and it was a pleasant day to take an afternoon stroll....
Aoi stopped in his tracks.
.... At least, it should have been.
The sudden fog that descended was odd for more reasons than one. He didn’t remember reading anything about this. The temperate rose sharply, and a few drops of perspiration formed on his brow.
And then something in the fog caught his eyes; a glowing, vaguely egg-shaped object hovering in the air. It floated leisurely towards him, and Aoi unconsciously reached out to it. It landed gently in his arms and the glow faded, revealing a red and orange egg with a blade-like protrusion. He studied the object curiously, turning it over in his hands in few times. It was unlike any egg he’d ever seen.
It was almost like–
Suddenly, the display TVs in the store across from him all started displaying static. And then, in a flash of light that forced Aoi to shield his eyes, something shattered the glass windows of the building and the ground shook. He lowered his hand and blinked the spots from his eyes, then his gaze turned upwards.... and kept going.
Aoi’s eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.
A hulking orange theropod with fiery orange eyes was standing before him. If it weren’t for the stripes and blue-tipped spikes on its arms, shoulders, and jaw, he might have thought that he’d stepped right into the Jurassic period. There was also the fact that it was more humanoid than Aoi remembered any dinosaur being.
The giant reptile turned its gaze towards him and Aoi remained motionless as its brown-helmeted head was lowered to his level. Its eyes briefly glanced at the egg held in his hands and a puff of air blew from its nostrils, ruffling Aoi’s hair even more than it usually was.
“You’re a lot smaller than I thought you'd be.”
Huh. He didn’t know dinosaurs could talk.
“Dinosaur?”
Ah, had he said that out loud? Oops.
A loud rumble drew both of their attention back to the electronics store where the TV screens flickered once again. This time, Aoi witnessed the event in full as something else emerged from the static. It would have been nearly pure-white, if not for the deep purple marking on its chest and the wrappings on some parts of its body. From its back sprouted a pair of tattered wings and upon its head rose a pair of horns reminiscent of a bull. Its elongated arms ended in wickedly sharp claws and by the look on its face—twisted as it was in an expression of pure malice—Aoi doubted it would be nearly as friendly as the literal dinosaur standing right next to him.
That was an unbelievable sentence.
The orange dinosaur behind him growled, and suddenly the temperature rose once again.
Aoi barely had time to blink before a massive gout of flames blew over him, at least several metres above his head. The winged creature released a howl, the sound grating on his ears, and its wings extended—just a fraction of a second too late for it to avoid the blast that sent it crashing back into the building.
A few moments later, the creature burst from the rubble looking worse for the wear, black scorch marks covering its body. It swayed slightly on its feet but didn’t fall. Instead, it appeared to glare at the pair before spreading its wings again and shooting off into the sky.
The dinosaur snorted, and Aoi turned around just in time for a wave of heat to hit him in the face, “I’m not letting him get away. Are you coming or what?”
Aoi blinked at the words and looked down at the egg in his arms, which was now glowing again. In a quick flash of light, Aoi’s left hand was now occupied by a strange phone-like device. Its screen glinted as he stared at it and the slightest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
“Sure, why not?”
