Unravel the World

Ch III ~ Confrontational

The lean silhouette moved towards Iriai, matching the confidence she had.

"I've already crushed two of your friends," she smirked, "what makes you think that I can't kill you, too?"

"You killed one," he quickly corrected, " and I will only fight you to defend myself from you. Bear in mind, though, you appear to be new to fighting and will therefore be overemotional in your attacks. If you attack me and, once I take you down, don't stop, I will kill you."

Laughing, Iriai pushed herself off the floor towards him with her kagune, springing into attack. Once he saw that she was a one-eyed ghoul, he'd get scared, just like the others did. He'd give up the fight and let her be. For some reason, even with the given evidence, she was fairly certain that he wouldn't.

She landed just a few centimeters away from the arrogant ghoul and brought down her fist. And he caught it. No fear in his eyes, he looked directly into her eyes and crushed her hand. Iriai cried out, but didn't give up. Using the leverage that she had with her hand, she brought herself up, pushed off the wall and brought her foot into his side. He wasn't affected at all, only brought her down to the floor, shattering her shoulder and collarbone.

"Now, remember my warning?" he purred, voice as calm and collected as if he were asking her something as simple as her blood type. Then again, he'd probably love to know her blood type. He probably would kill her if she did anything now; he was so much stronger than her comrades. In fact, he still had a hold of her mangled hand.

So Iriai lowered her head, not speaking to save herself the dishonor of saying she would surrender.

"Good," he smiled darkly. "Now, let's see how long it takes you to fix yourself..."

He practically threw her hand to the floor and turned his back, looking at Half-Mask. What had that girl said his name was? Koi... Yes, that's what the hoody had called him.

With a rush of something that was not quite pain, Iriai felt each individual cell of her bones stitching themselves back together, each muscle and vein that ripped pulling each part back to each other. It was such an unsettling sensation and she had no idea how to react to it. She'd never healed anything this big, only shallow cuts and grazed knees.

Within a matter of thirty seconds, it was as though the darkly dressed man standing in front of her. He was facing away, inspecting the late Koi-san's mangled remains.  Blood still seemed to be flowing and his body was falling apart the more time passed. The girl moaned a little and rolled to her feet. Before she even raised her head, the slim man dug his knee into her stomach and Iriai heard that sickening sound of cracking bones.

"You gave up too easily," he said calmly, watching her sink back to the floor, desperately trying to squeeze her bones back together, as though they would just snap back into place like Lego bricks. "Jiro, you know you're supposed to be ruthless."

She pushed herself back up to her feet, although she was still hunched over and she still held a thin arm around her abdomen. "I - " she winced, anticipating another kick then continued, looking cautiously but defiantly into his eyes, which had turned from emotionless black and red to malicious grey-blue by the time Iriai had blinked. "I can't fight if I don't have any bones to hold myself up with."

"Whatever." His voice was flat, sounding as though he didn't believe her. Which, in all honesty, he probably didn't. The leather of his jacket creaked as he turned to face Iriai. His eyes were filled with anger, but there was something beneath that, something Iriai could't read.

"I'm Kirishima Ayato," he stated, holding his stone cold gaze and not showing any sign of incline to bow, which was just common courtesy. In Japan, bowing was just common courtesy, and the aim was to be the most polite. Iriai always found it entertaining to watch two people who thought they were equal to each other, because they would just bow lower and lower until they were practically leaning against their own legs.