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"Watch out!" was the only phrase Fuyuhiko had time to shout. To avoid colliding into the red-headed woman, he yanked the bicycle handle sharply to the right and dug his shoe into the ground in an attempt to slow the speed at which he was going; however, in doing so, the bike skidded into a nearby trashcan and he flipped off the back, unable to hold on any longer. The teen struck the pavement with a sickening thump, causing the contents of his pockets to scatter in every direction -- his keys and digivice included. Fuyuhiko had hit his head against the ground but was spared any severe head trauma thanks to his ability to brace the fall with his arms. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he had some pretty nasty scraps on his elbows and palms.
With a strained groan, Fuyuhiko stood up and, without any concern for himself, looked toward the woman whom he had almost run into. The bruises on his right arm and his black eye weren't a result of the bike accident but rather a fight he'd gotten into with his classmate, Kouji Amano, nearly a week prior. Still, the tumble was a painful reminder of his pre-existing injuries. He composed himself to the best of his ability and began to approach the other teenager as he spoke, "I'm sorry, miss. I was daydreaming and I didn't even see you. Are you okay?" His words were genuine, but whether or not the girl would forgive him for nearly hitting her remained to be seen.
Arakan was barely given enough time to side-step away from being flattened into the pavement, though her own well-being was hardly a concern when she heard and looked up to see the biker that had just sped by her crash brutally. This guy was obviously in need of help, and Arakan wasn't the type to shrug this situation off and keep on walking. She did have a bit of a history with nasty bike accidents, after all. She was already hastily moving over to help him up- though he would take her completely by surprise and stand up on his own, as if he hadn't just hit his back and head on the pavement. This didn't look like the only mess he had gotten into recently, either.
When he asked if she were fine, she couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Though moreso she was just concerned for this strangers' well-being. "I'm perfectly fine, you look like you just got into a fight with a drugged up homeless person and lost miserably." It wasn't the most glamorous metaphor she could have used, but still pretty accurate. "Listen, forget about it, accidents happen." Arakan shook her head and went to recover the bike, picking the trashcan that had been knocked over up first and at the very least making it look presentable so some jerk of a cop didn't throw a fit about it.
Arakan picked up the boys' bike and then looked back to him. "If you can walk on your own I'll push this for you, but we're gonna go somewhere and get you properly patched up." She stated, though it might've come off more like an order. They weren't gonna take no for an answer here. "If you wanna take responsibility for nearly making a pancake out of me, you'll let me help you. Sound fair?" More than likely they were being too forceful about this, though they were still genuinely just wanting to be helpful.
The girl was quick to accept Fuyuhiko's apology, which came as a relief to the teen. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the "you look like you just got into a fight with a drugged-up homeless person and lost miserably" simile. Yeah, he definitely didn't look that great. The thought of Kouji being a drugged-up homeless person was an amusing mental image, and who knew if there was any truth to it, but it hadn't been just a random act of violence against him. Fuyuhiko deserved it, or so he constantly told himself. He shouldn't have stood up to his classmate, especially when he knew Kouji had a wild temperament and a history of violence. Instead of getting into it all, Fuyuhiko simply scoffed, nodded, and said, "Well, it wasn't as exciting as all that."
While the teenage girl retrieved the crashed bike, Fuyuhiko limped across the narrow street to pick up the rest of his belongings with groans of agony. Without ceremony, he slipped the digivice into his pocket and returned to the stranger. She said that she'd push his bike if he could walk on his own, clearly not wanting him to get back on after taking such a tumble. "Yeah, I can walk," he assured while returning to his place beside her on the sidewalk. The girl then suggested they go somewhere so he could get patched up. That was probably a good idea. Though there was no urgency for first aid, there also was no need to risk infection by waiting to tend to it. The girl even went so far to say that he could pay her back by allowing her to help. "I guess that's fine," he said, a faint smile lingering on his lips as they made their way down the street.
She was very kind, and she was cute. Fuyuhiko swallowed hard and tore his eyes from her, looking down at his injured palms instead. His left palm was the most cut up, and his right elbow actively bled -- albeit, the flow was slow, but Fuyuhiko was leaving a very obvious trail of blood droplets on the sidewalk as he walked. He wondered how he must've fallen to sustain such injuries, but his mind ultimately began to wander. He started to daydream about doing epic flips off the back of the bike, landing in the classic "superhero pose" with one knee and one fist on the ground, and moving at the speed of sound to stop the bike from crashing into the teenage girl as she screamed and cried like a damsel in distress. Then he'd scoop her up in his large, muscular arms and-- Fuyuhiko felt his face heat up and he instantly snapped back to reality.
"Um, I'm Fuyuhiko, by the way," he said after taking a moment to compose himself. "I'd shake your hand, but..." he lifted up one of his hands to show the red cuts on his palm, silently explaining that his new-found injuries would hurt if he touched anything in his current state. There was a brief moment of silence, but Fuyuhiko didn't stay quiet long enough for the girl to say much other than her name, if she so chose to introduce herself. "I think I've seen you at school," he said suddenly in an attempt to distance himself as much from his daydream as possible. No need to make things awkward. Just relax and act normal. "You attend the Shibuya Campuses, don't you?" He couldn't remember having any classes with her, but he could've sworn he'd seen her in the hallways.
Post by Arakan Himura on Aug 14, 2019 21:52:19 GMT
Arakan hadn't even noticed Fuyuhiko's stuff had gone all over the place. If she had, she definitely would have picked it up for him. Something did catch her eye as she watched the boy pick up a rather familiar looking object but.. no, she was probably just seeing things. If this were another spirit user, Plotmon would've started going off about it already, right? She could save those questions for later. This poor guy was limping and bleeding, making Arakan wonder just who did this. Well.. Other than the bike crash, obviously. Other wounds weren't fresh enough to have been caused by that and one does not simply get a black eye from wiping out the way Fuyuhiko did. They'd obviously landed on their back, not their face.
"Good. If it gets too difficult you can hold on to the bike from the other side." The red-head nodded, relieved to know that this stranger hadn't quite yet reached that point of being immobile. He had to be pretty tough to take all this punishment and still walk, even if he was limping. Having never been in a physical fight herself, she couldn't imagine it. Arakan noticed a bit of odd behavior from Fuyuhiko but nothing actually worth addressing. She would probably try to zone out too, if she had taken as much a beating as him. Anything to take one's mind off of the pain.
"I'm Arakan." She introduced in kind while the two walked. They would be headed for a convenient store of some kind. It'd be a lot less trouble than a hospital or some walk-in clinic, as those both costed money and would probably end with parents being called.. Frankly, she didn't feel like dealing with any parents let alone adults today. When asked if she attended at Shibuya Campuses, she gave a hesitant response. "Er.. Yeah." In truth, they had barely been going to school lately. Most of their days were spent trying to find a part-time job. Even on days they would actually go to school, it was only to pick up anything she missed before skipping during lunch. They didn't hate school they just hated people. Teachers and principals in particular. Or even older kids that were full of themselves, thinking they were better and held more authority than her. Hell, she got a bit fired up just thinking about it, but there were more important things to deal with at the moment.
"Hopefully we find a decent enough pharmacy or convenient store on this side of the road. I'm not too keen on crossing the road when you're like that." She stated in a small attempt to change the subject away from school. It would be better for her if she could avoid having to explain things like what classes or clubs she was in.
The girl introduced herself as Arakan and hesitantly confessed that she did go to school at the Shibuya Campuses. Fuyuhiko noticed her resistance to talk about the subject at hand, and he honestly couldn't blame her. While he didn't know her story and didn't know if they had anything else in common, he too despised school. He struggled to find meaning in what his teachers told him to do, mostly because writing essays and studying for tests weren't exactly his idea of fun. If he had a say in it -- that is, if his parents didn't have such a strong influence over his life -- he'd most likely stop going to high school altogether. That would be nice. Regardless of his own life story, Fuyuhiko wasn't about to pry and question Arakan about hers. It wasn't his place to ask and, in all honesty, he was somewhat relieved at the fact that she didn't want to talk about school. He didn't really want to either; he was just trying to make small talk.
When Arakan suggested they find a pharmacy or convenient store, making sure to mention that he shouldn't cross the street in his current condition, Fuyuhiko nodded in agreement. "Yeah, some water, antibiotic ointment, and gauze should do the trick," he said. His parents didn't need to be doctors for him to know how to tend to bike injuries, but it certainly helped in a pinch. Perhaps that was part of the reason why he wasn't as concerned about his well-being as Arakan. He knew his injuries weren't that severe and could easily be tended to by a couple of teen. "There's no need for a hospital," he laughed, finding humor in the idea of going to the ER just for a couple of cuts. The spot where he hit the back of his head did ache like a monster, though; but because there was no blood flow, he was confident it was just sore from the impact rather than something more serious.
As they continued down the side of the road, Fuyuhiko kept an eye out for a store that would sell the items necessary for first aid, but the search was proving somewhat difficult. Cat Street was known for its beautiful graffiti, entertainment, and attractions. While arcades, bookstores, and coffee shops lined the streets, a proper convenient store proved more difficult to locate. That was fine by Fuyuhiko. The delay allowed him time to get to know Arakan. "So, what were you doing before I almost ran into you?" he asked, half expecting her to tell him to mind his own business or change the subject again. It didn't really matter to him what they talked about, he just wanted to chat.
Post by Arakan Himura on Aug 19, 2019 22:58:47 GMT
That was a pretty good question, actually. She had almost forgotten before Fuyuhiko mentioned it. "Job hunting, mostly. I was already on my way to some places we're headed towards when you crashed, so it's no big deal." And as an additional plus side, she would get to look at all the cool graffiti. Of course, she wasn't going to tell someone she had just met about certain hobbies of hers. "Staying at home is boring, I prefer to stay productive. It's never too early to start working on a resume either." They added on. They couldn't exactly talk about their antics in the Digital World, since that seemed like a thing best left a secret unless absolutely certain it wasn't unknown to the other person. In general though it probably was better to not speak of it in public.
"And why were you in such a hurry? With the beatings it looks like you've taken recently, I wouldn't like to think you were trying to get away from someone." Honestly, even if Fuyuhiko were being chased, the pursuer probably would have caught up by now. Point being, the guy seemed like he was in a hurry to be somewhere. Arakan meanwhile wondered what Charles might do in this situation. For someone who had claimed to not need a role model, she had those sorts of thoughts a lot. On her own she was a pretty sharp thinker even without Punch Grandpa's influence, but sometimes she jumped to conclusions.
Fuyuhiko nodded on occasion while Arakan spoke, making sure to let her know that he was listening and understanding what she was saying. She claimed to have been job hunting, a topic which normally didn't make Fuyuhiko feel such dread, but the moment she mentioned a resume, he felt his shoulders stiffen and his jaw clench. He should've been working on his resume too; or, at the very least, looking at colleges. Better yet, both. But the idea of growing up made him sick to his stomach. It wasn't the fact that he would have to one day find a stable job, one that he might not actually enjoy, or the fact that he'd have to learn how to provide for himself and take responsibility for his actions. No, it was instead the uncertainty of what he should be doing in life.
He was relieved when Arakan changed the subject by asking why he was in such a hurry anyway. And, in that very moment, his relief was replaced by mild humiliation. In reality, he had no idea why he was going so fast other than he was lost in thought and didn't realize his speed until he was almost on top of her. But he couldn't just say that. It'd make him appear negligent, even if it was the truth. He briefly considered fabricating a lie to make it seem like he actually was in a hurry or being chased by someone, just as Arakan had joked, but he decided against it. "No, it wasn't anything like that," he chuckled wryly, "Just eager to get to the arcade." He eyed Arakan as he said this, carefully watching to see how she'd react to hearing his truthful, albeit brief, explanation.
Post by Arakan Himura on Aug 23, 2019 19:45:57 GMT
"Arcade, huh?" She wondered if he meant one of those fancy modern-looking ones or one of the older ones the town had. To her, both places were just more places to get free water. "Should be more careful. Not everyone is going to be nice about being nearly ran over." She didn't really mean to lecture the poor guy, but it was true. And to be honest she was never really in touch with things like video games, and she spent barely any time on the internet unless a real life acquaintance wanted her to see something funny or otherwise related to her interests- like art. Not to say she was technologically inept, just that she spent more time outside doing things by herself.
The idea of growing up didn't phase her when she considered the alternative would be staying with her parents. The sooner she could be out on her own, the better. Sometimes she forgot that part of making that happen would be graduating from school though. Scary topics aside, Arakan would lead Fuyuhiko to the first convenient store she spotted on their side of the street. "Wanna stay out here with your bike while I go get the stuff? Dunno if you brought stuff to lock it up with or not." It was kind of a dumb question but she wasn't going to assume how Fuyuhiko kept his things secure while messing around at the arcade. For all she knew he just left the bike where ever in plain sight.
Fuyuhiko nodded twice in confirmation when Arakan asked about the arcade. Without a moment's hesitation, she immediately turned the mood of the conversation around and scolded him, telling him to be more careful and that not everyone would be so nice as she was. A reddish hue dusted Fuyuhiko's cheeks as he chuckled and scratched the back of his head nervously. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he mumbled while looking up toward the sky, avoiding eye contact. She had a point. What she said wasn't exactly humorous either, but the lengths this girl was going to in order to make sure he was alright was kind of... cute? Maybe that wasn't the word he was looking for, but the fact remained that he hid his nervousness and embarrassment with laughter and an averted gaze.
After some time and well after Fuyuhiko had calmed himself, the two found a convenient store on the side of the street. Before the teens had even stopped walking, Arakan asked if he wanted to stay outside with his bike or if he wanted to lock it up and go inside with her. For some reason, Fuyuhiko thought she would stay outside with his bicycle while he went in to buy the supplies. It probably had something to do with the fact that he didn't want her spending her own money on first aid supplies for an accident she was not responsible for. It wasn't fair to her. At the same time, it wasn't fair to assume she'd watch his belongings either.
"I'll just lock it up," he said, reaching down and grabbing the handles of his bike before navigating it to a nearby sign. In a matter of seconds, he had wrapped a short bungee cord type chain around the mid-section of the bike and the metal pole. The two ends of the cable snapped together, securing the bike in place. Fuyuhiko gave it a tug to ensure it wouldn't go anywhere before turning around and following Arakan into the store. As they made their way to the nearest isle, Fuyuhiko pressed his left hand against his right elbow, doing his best to prevent his blood from hitting the floor. This didn't last long, however, as he quickly uncovered his elbow to scour the shelved for items.
It didn't take long for the teens to find what they were looking for, even if Fuyuhiko was a bit difficult when it came to ointments. He took a while examining each box, reading the ingredients diligently before making his decision. Although there wasn't any need to purchase a bottle of water -- after all, there were plenty free water fountains along Cat Street -- Fuyuhiko still insisted they buy one, citing a couple reasons, though his number one reason was that he had the money to spare, so why not? He stepped into line behind and glanced back to make sure Arakan was still with him. "I bet this isn't how you expected to spend your day, huh?" he jested, his tone conveying as much. Fuyuhiko was clearly just trying to help keep the conversation going while keeping the mood light; whether or not Arakan was in the mood to play along was entirely up to her.
Post by Arakan Himura on Sept 6, 2019 20:11:14 GMT
Again, Arakan was mostly unaware of Fuyuhiko's embarrassment. Though even if she had fully noticed she wouldn't have much of a response other than mild surprise. She didn't have this effect on any other people as far as she knew.. Maybe she would be surprised? She waited patiently for the other teen to secure their bike so they could enter the store, taking a brief look around to get a better idea of where they were. Didn't wanna leave the store and be lost on what to do from there, after all.
She showed obvious gentle concern for Fuyuhiko's bleeding while they shopped. Obviously she couldn't stress too much over it, as they were already in the process of getting it fixed. The redhead left her bag by the door out of mostly manners, though only after she could get her wallet out from it. It wasn't anything particularly special- just a standard little thing that served its purpose; holding her money and her school ID.
Money wasn't really a problem in a situation like this, and she wasn't at all opposed to the water being bought. Stuff was mostly cheap anyway, and she still had a good deal of savings. Not enough to replace her bike, but still more than enough to cover the bill if Fuyuhiko didn't absolutely insist on doing so himself. Either way she wasn't going to be opposed. She could just call it her good deed for the day.
The pickiness with the ointment and other first aid stuff might have struck her as a bit weird, though she could sort of understand wanting to be aware of what you're putting on your actively bleeding wounds. So she just kinda shrugged it off and let him take his time with it, though did urge him not to take too much time as he was still bleeding all over the place.
Once they had stepped into line and Fuyuhiko attempted to strike up a bit of conversation, she scoffed a bit of a laugh and shook her head. "Not at all. But it shakes things up from the standard routine, so it's no big deal. I don't see other kids from my school all that often." They shrugged casually. Conversation was nice, silence would be a whole lot of awkward after all that had already happened.