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"Have fun, Ayame. I hope we can meet again some time!" Ito called out as he walked out into the hallway. As he wandered about, looking for something to do, a sound of metal on metal caught his ear. His head turned towards the sound, not seeing, but he could follow it easilly through the hall. When he lightly bumped his foot against the door to the room, he pushed it open slowly and walked in, hearing the soft padding of someone's bare feet against the floor just barely. He could also hear the metallic clanking of a training robot moving. He heard another loud strike of metal on metal and had to jump back before he was accidentally hit. He figured he would just make sure not to get hit until whoever he had walked in on had finished their training.

Ito held up his hands in the universal gesture of peace. "I just dropped by to see what all the racket was... From what I can tell, you must've been training very hard..." Ito said with a smile as he walked towards her. "So, may I ask your name? I am Ito... And I think it's a pleasure to meet someone new... That is... If you don't find me annoying for walking in on you like this..." He said with a slightly embarassed tone. He wondered just what type of person she was and how long she's been at the school. All questions that could wait until they properly introduced each other.

Yumi had realized her mistake shortly after she saw his face change; though by then anyone could have guessed that she shouldn't ask that. Thinking back on it, that was the kind of question that people didn't randomly ask someone they didn't know, for a reason. She really had to be more careful she thought and then her eyes widened when she felt him grab her by the shirt and hit her against the wall. They were as wide as they could be when he yelled at her, her eyes quickly watering as he did so. She nodded her head to him though and watched him walk away, slowly her expression drifting off as she slinked back against the wall. She had so many mixed emotions right now just for him, slight anger, fear, irriation, and her heart beat had increased drastically when he shoved her against the wall for a...different reason. She blushed hard once, while he couldn't see her and she calmed herself down, cooling herself as well as she fixed her shirt back. She didn't hesitate as she stood straight up and rushed after him, she caught up and just walked next to him the whole way, not saying a word and acting like nothing had happened. When she realized where she was following him to she glanced around wondering if he would fight her or someone else. She still wished she knew the answer to the question that he asked, but true to her word she wouldn't ever ask him it again. He deserved privacy in certain matters and she would try her best to give it to him, even if she usually forgot. All he had to do was something like that to keep her in check about it though of course.

"...Do you....want to fight me?" she asked as she looked up to him calmly, previous emotions for once not shown on her face. "I know I'm not the best match for you, but I want to try just for a little bit...to see how long I could last" she said as she nodded her head lightly and gave him her usual grin. No one could really be mad at him...or maybe it was just her, she wasn't sure, but it was her fault in the first place for asking and she tried her hardest to not hold grudes. Espeically the ones that she loved the most....or liked, love was too strong for him right...?

Dante moved with a slow anger that poisoned his blood and made his heart race. Half of him wanted to reach next t himself and punch a hole in her head, and the other half wanted to apologize. Smoking a cigarette gingerly, and allowing the nicotine to calm his nerves, Dante found the Training Hall, and wasn't the slightest disappointed in it. It seemed rather nice, and he was sure strong, capable, and ignorant fighters filled it. He felt like trumping the lot of them, so he strode straight into the front door, pushing it open with a slight curious zest in his step. Upon hearing the girl speak again, he stopped short, tossing the fourth of the cigarette to the floor behind her as he wiped the corner of his mouth, turning his back to her again, her reflection facing her in his sword and suddenly laughing at her. The reflection shook its head, then looked up towards Dante, who didn't make any motions at all, only spoke. "Even my sword knows, if you raise a blade against me now...

I'll cut you in half."

He moved further into the complex, heading right towards where he heard what sounded like a man and woman talking, a low sentence escaping his lips to Yumi as he reached the corner and went to turn. "... Maybe after one or two rounds... I'm not in the mood to kill you, or I would've back there..." A small smile filled his face as he turned the corner, and stood looking at two people, a woman, wearing a ceremonial-esque Japanese kimono, and a younger looking male trying to speak with her. He made no words as he took a few more steps and stopped in sight where they would sense and know he was there.

Ito could hear the two new arrivals, and sensed one of them was a demon. Or was it a half demon? Either way, a demonic aura emanated from him. He could also smell two things. Blood and smoke. It seemed that this person was possibly his brother. The smells and the aura definitely felt alot alike. But there was just something different... a small difference. The aura felt like it held more power than his brother possessed. His face immediately lost its smile and he turned straight towards the man, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw in case anything happened. "Who are you...?" He whispered softly, though his voice carried no friendly tone. It was completely blank and apathetic. He couldn't help but show hostility. Especially towards a person who was so similar to Zetsu. He was having such a good day too.

((Well here we are, the center of the shrubbery maze! I finally started an RP with Devil-boy! *Applauds self*))

Dante stopped after approaching the couple, wondering what the hell they were doing there simply talking. One of them was obviously blind, and Dante watched the man's hand move towards his sword. Without hesitation, and letting the air speak of his action, Dante flicked his wrist so fast behind him it was almost a blur of crimson, Ebony in his hand as he held it up towards the man's face, still a good few feet away, but enough distance for Dante to empty the magazine into his face if he even drew breath wrong. Smirking and cocking his head to the side, Dante lowered the gun, shaking his head slightly. "Y'know, that's no way to greet someone, pal. Now I suggest you calm down with that pig sticker, because my hand cannon is faster than your dying dream of ever being able to see the man behind the barrel." Twisting his wrist, Dante playfully spun the gun on his finger, rotating it in a circle as he heard the woman next to him speak, watching her eyes focus on his, yet not, at the same time. Was she blind? Was she confused or lost? he couldn't tell, but he could tell she was armed. Lowering his eyes slowly over her body to take in her beautiful nature, Dante simply shrugged, sighing as he licked the corner of his lips. " Dante, and 'Who' is but a subjective term of 'what', and what I am, is a gun-totin', sword slingin' , fist throwin' renegade in a red coat. Any other questions, Lady?" The sarcasm and cocky confidence in his voice was hard to read, but the positive smile that was set like stone on his jaw bred challenge. He moved closer to the woman, standing only inches from her suddenly as he lowered his head and took in her scent, speaking in a whisper as he hand found its way rather smoothly under her chin, lifting it up to look into her curious eyes and find out what she was. He could tell both people wouldnt have been there if they didn't know how to lift a sword, and he was feeling a little bored. "What's it to you, little Kitsune? That curiosity your kind is known for gettin' to ya?" The smile on his face faded as he looked in her eyes, trying to see if she would look back at him. He saw and her Yumi, but form now, his mind was focused on the fight that could ensue in the next couple of seconds if both parties were stand offish.

Ito heard the voice, completely unfamiliar and released his blade. He had been on edge merely because he thought his brother had come to try and kill him again, so he couldn't help but be careful. As he was about to apologize, he heard the man make a joke at his expense, using his disability as ammo. "Well excuse me..." Ito said, his voice showing a slight agitation in it for the first time in a few years. He had learned to control his emotion a long time ago but jokes about his disability always seemed to weaken him mentally. "Miss Hanako... I'd much rather fight this man... Dante... I'd like to show him what I can do... And I've been needing to train for a while, so if you wouldn't mind..." He asked her politely. He really wanted to get payback for the remark Dante had made, but the calm he had let retake his voice his any signs of that. "Just one condition... Though I think it's needless to say... No guns..." He added quietly.