Chapter 8: Turf Wars

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Even though it was nearly 6pm, the sun was still relatively high in the sky compared to just the month prior. The days were getting longer and the air was getting warmer. With the heat brought energy--especially in the particular stretch where Teru had asked Mob to meet up. It was in the southeastern district of Seasoning City, an especially dense urban stretch near the freeway bordering on the industrial part of the city.

Factories and and their smokestacks were in the near distance. Workers in uniform were shuffling about with purpose, disappearing in and out of the narrow alleys that snaked through that part of town likes veins. The scent of street food was strong. There was one food stand that Teru asked Mob to wait near in particular, one with especially good yakitori. A gust of wind carried the delicious smokey glazed scent of it--along with laughter and jeers from one of the alleyways just behind Mob.

"Hey, ain't that a Salt uniform?" A boy jeered as his friends formed a loose-but-coordinated semi-circle behind Mob. Their own uniforms were a rusty red with enormously tacky gold buttons down the center.

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[mp_npc]

"What the hell?!" Koyama sensed the other psychic presence behind him and spun around to meet him face on. But before he could react any further, the rebar tore off his ear, which dropped wetly onto the ground. Had he not moved, that would have been his own brain matter instead.

Koyama stared down at the ear for a second, not quite comprehending what was laying there beside him. But when he did, rage tore through him.

"I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at the new blonde kid, his fists pulsing even brighter with purple-pink psychic energy. He'd gone hard with the little bowlcut kid, but he was going even harder with the blonde one.

[mp_simplyacommoner]

"Humiliated?" Teru taunted, his voice like ice. 'If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him.' That was a basic tactic. This man had devolved into enough rage from losing an ear that taunting wasn't necessary--but Teru didn't care. If he couldn't kill him in one blow he could make him die a completely broken man instead.

The delinquents dove out of the way of the oncoming rampage and Teru weaved to dodge--and he was right to do it. The man's fists tore through his barrier like tissue. He didn't dodge completely unscathed, though--his left shoulder had taken a glancing hit. Even if the adrenaline was keeping him moving and focused, he could tell by the sudden numbness that even a glancing blow was potentially debilitating. He flex his arm--he could still move it, not dislocated--but he didn't have time to do more before he was on the defense again as the man continued his relentless attack.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Look what you've done..." Mob began to rise up in a way that seemed unnatural -- unhuman. He looked more like a zombie from a movie rising up from a pile of bodies than it did a human. "This is the first time this has happened while I was still unconscious." Psychic energy surrounded Mob, sending ripples of air through his hair and over his school uniform. It was in tatters, but it was a miracle it was still even remotely intact.

Mob's eyes opened, red and bright and fierce. "...Can you feel it? Rage burning in me."

100%.

Despite the rage, Mob gazed out at him blankly as his psychic energy drove the man so deep into the ground that a crater formed around him. Even in this state, he managed to keep enough composure to ensure that Teru wasn't sucked into it alongside him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't where I said I'd be," he said to Teru.

Then he threw his hand out and pulled the psychic towards him with the same level of suction a vacuum might have on a dust mote.

[mp_simplyacommoner]

The breath was nearly pulled out of Teru's lungs as Mob pulled the man towards him - the sheer energy radiating from Mob now made it impossible to get near him safely. Teru dove backwards as far as the alley wall would allow.

"Shige..." He had been fully prepared to handle the enemy himself, but it wasn't necessary.

'Again. Someone had really managed to push you over the edge like this.'

Teru should have been frightened, especially because he had lived that terror on the receiving end already, but he wasn't. He should have felt triumphant knowing the fight was as good as over, but he didn't. He felt good hurting the man, but suddenly nothing about this felt good.

Then, suddenly, Mob crushing the man through the concrete wall, his grip still on his face like a vice. Whatever he was saying to him made the man's eyes bug out even further. Before Teru could even blink, they had shot up into the sky and were as small as stars--

"Shige!"

"That guy's finished," Ritsu cough from somewhere nearby, still unable to drag himself up from the debris. "It's over."

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"You who attacked my brother and me unprovoked... You did this to yourself and now you're going to pay for it. Don't you ever show your face in front of us again."

They were up in the sky a sudden time, a brilliant ball of orange psychic energy that Tome probably would have believed was of extraterrestrial origin surrounding them. The scarred man attempted to hit Mob with the same attack as before, but it bounced helplessly against his shield.

Mob hated flying with his psychic power, but the nausea didn't even register as he sped towards the ground, the man's face still clenched in his hand. They piledrove through a skyscraper with frightening ease as the building windows shattered, sending a rain of glass below.

Mob let go of the man's face and stood; he laid helplessly in a crater, his eyes open but rolled back in his head. Mob walked out of a hole in the side of the building just to hear the scattered murmurs of the gang members who his brother had terrorized only a few short minutes before.

But then, the scarred man appeared again, seemingly out of nowhere and swung an arm to clothesline him with a psychic strike. Mob was pushed backwards by the force of the swing, but still managed to maintain his footing.

His Gakuran, however, wasn't so lucky. What remained of it was tattered beyond recognition. The white t-shirt he wore beneath it was on full display.

"You should grab your ear and leave while you still can. If you try attacking me again, you won't be so lucky."

[mp_simplyacommoner]

The crowd of delinquents were sobbing at the heroic display—White T Poison they chanted over and over again. Teru ground his teeth. He wasn’t feeling celebratory. The enemy was still standing, somehow, despite it all. His bad feeling hadn’t dissipated.

What the hell was Mob doing!?

“Shige! Just end it! Don’t give him the chance!”

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

Even through all of his rage, Mob wanted to give him a chance to run. But Teru was right. He shouldn't have given him a chance.

"Watch out! He's got a knife!"

The man lunged out towards him and Mob responded in turn, a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors forming a domed barrier around him.

"If you're not going to give it up, I'm going to end it. The next move will be the last."

The knife struck the barrier, but didn't come close to penetrating it. Waves of psychic energy rippled over Mob's barrier as the teenager stood impassively as the other man began to scream.

"My knife's not even going to scratch it!"

But then the scarred man grinned wickedly and pulled something from his pocket. He raised it, sending a spray of something directly in Mob's face.

Mob collapsed, just as another form descended behind him.

"Koyama," the man in the black suit said cooly. "I thought you said you could handle this." Koyama spun around, the rage registering on his face. "You appear to have lost an ear."

"I am handling it!" Koyama snarled.

[mp_simplyacommoner]

'Two of them.' Mob was back on the ground. Teru's heart dropped into his stomach. He should have killed the first one when he still had a clean shot.

The second one met Teru's eyes. His hand went somewhere. Teru was back on the defensive and--

FWOOSH

Teru twisted his body and there was suddenly blood in his vision--his own. He couldn't see anything. There was dust and debris filling his nose and his mouth--whatever the second one had done had kicked up a thick shroud of it. He couldn't see and he could barely breathe. Pain was spreading out from his cheek--he had gotten wounded somewhere there, but he didn't know how badly.

'Don't panic. Don't panic.' He told himself over and over. Even if he couldn't see, he could still sense. He reminded himself of that and and held onto trust in himself because there was nothing else to do. He could feel it--he could feel Mob. He reached out his hand and willed his friend to him. Mob's body collided with his and Teru grappled him for dear life. He was dead weight in his arms, but he was alive.

FWOOSH

One of the buildings groaned loudly above them. There was even more screaming from the other kids. Teru resisted the urge to just get himself and Mob to cover as quickly as possible--he should have done a lot of things that day, but there was one more thing he could do. He still knew which way was which, unlike the others--he thrust out his hand and blew the crowd of them into the street just in time for them to avoid being crushed by the building collapsing on them all in a heap.

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Koyama hoisted the brat--Shigeo Kageyama, whatever the hell his name was--onto his shoulder. All the others had cleared out. He spat onto the pile of rubble. He couldn't sense any of them anymore. He could only hope they'd been crushed like good little whelps.

"I've secured the others from the Awakening Lab," Sakurai couldn't fully keep the contempt out of his voice as he said it. "This was messy. Division Leader Ishiguro won't be happy."

"You don't have to tell me that!" Koyama roared.

Unfazed, Sakura sheathed his sword. "Gather your ear. If we're quick they can staple it back on at headquarters."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Grabbed it before you buried it, frickin' Four-Eyes..."