Tama and Tomo Tackle Takama [PM to Enter]

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo's ink horse slide to a stop before a tavern, The Rusty Kunai. Apparently Takama had stumbled away from the Mochizuki compound and into the Susukino District. Tomo slipped off the horse and helped Kanno down. He opened his scroll, and the horse was sucked in. The Genin took in a breath, fearful of what he would encounter once he entered. Noticing that Kanno was about to walk in, Tomo grabbed the boy by the back of his collar. "Oh no you don't. One, you're too young. Two, it's going to be extremely dangerous." Kanno struggled to get free. "Nuh uh! While you were gone, I was allowed to help with Takama too!" Guilt pierced Tomo's heart at the words, but he didn't back down. "No you didn't. Sonoko wouldn't have allowed it. Now stay here in case I need you to get back-up." The perturbed boy frowned, but nodded. Taking in another breath, Tomo slid the door open.

Loud cheering met Tomo's ears as he scanned the room. The tables were filled with men, and a few women, all of which were turned to face the center of the room. Wobbling within the invisible ring was Takama, his eyes droopy and an awkward smirk on his face.

"Cummmmon loooooooooooooser. I cen tek ya wiff one fnger." Takama of course flipped the bird at whomever he was speaking to before lunging forward. Tomo formed seals and held out his hand. Four ink tendrils spewed from Tomo's well, each grabbing a different limb. "Wazat? Whooooo daaaaars stip *hic* the miiiiiiiiiiighty Pro-jec-til Prnc?! Yer mokin me look laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame in frnt of de hunnies." Tomo held his eyes on his brother as he drew near. "Takama. You're drunk. Go home." Takama scowled. "Tama! I swer to drank Imma not Raiden." Tomo took his place between Takama and his designated target, whom Tomo didn't even spare a glance to. The Genin's nose scrunched as the retched odor of alcohol permeated off from every pore of Takama's body. Tomo created a light breeze to protect his sense of smell from going into overload. "Obviously if you can't even tell that I'm Tomo, then you've had too much to-" Tomo didn't finished his sentence as Takama's right hand burst free from the ink restrain. The man swung a punch faster than Tomo could react, and Takama's fist landed square on Tomo's chest. "Gack!" The duel-haired man went soaring backwards, slamming into the wall with a loud crack. The impact caused Tomo to cough up a hint of blood.

The Genin sat crouched with his head lowered, gasping for air. Finally he brought his gaze to his brother, who had pulled away from the rest of Tomo's bind. Tomo's eyes narrowed. "Then we do it the hard way." Tomo rolled his neck as he lifted himself up. After his hand signs, wind surrounded the Genin, the green color blending with Tomo's naturally purple chakra. His Cyclone Movement would help protect him from any projectiles Takama might try to throw. Tomo thought to reach for Astrosigil, but stopped. No, I don't want to hurt him. I don't know Tomo-boy, you might get trounced if you don't use your weapon. I've seen some pretty frightening images involving that intoxicated brother of yours within your memories. Tomo's brows furrowed. Takama had sent many a ninja to the hospital in this drunken state. Shinobi that outranked Tomo twice over.

Tomo's hesitation gave Takama his opening, and the redhead seemed to appear out of nowhere before Tomo. This time the young man's instincts kicked in, and he rolled to the left away from his brother's uppercut. "Gotz ta bee foster Tama." Takama swept his foot, causing Tomo to stubble as he attempted to rise from his dodge. The redhead grabbed Tomo by the head and slammed his face into the floorboards. However, upon impact, Tomo's body burst into ink, splattering over Takama and a few of the patrons. Loud cheers came from the audience as Tomo landed onto Takama's back, his Thunderfist causing lightning to course through the elder sibling's body. However, this barely seemed to faze Takama as he grabbed Tomo by the shirt and threw him against the back wall. "Naut bud Tama. Since whin couldja use ink-k-k?" Tomo rose from the ground with a grown, glaring at his brother. "Damn, I can't do this on my own...I need..." Takama rushed at Tomo, his fist aimed right for Tomo's face. "TAMA!"

[WC: 741]
[MFT]

 

[Suzuki Setsu]

At the sound of her name, Mochizuki Tama burst through the entrance of the bar, aiming a particularly stylish flying kick at Takama's chest, "Dynamic Entry!" It was a solid hit, and the older Mochizuki was sent flying backwards. "Don't worry, I didn't hit his face," the girl called out to the crowd. There was a collective sigh of relief from the surrounding girls. Che, fangirls, she inwardly scowled. They weren't necessarily powerful alone, but in large groups they could be very dangerous. Tama had opted to not antagonize them by injuring their idol in such a visible area. "You rang, Tomo? Oh by the way, did you like my entrance, I learned it from a nice onee-san on the way here. What did you think?" She grinned goofly at her twin, seemingly forgetting about the crumpled Mochizuki sibling against the wall.

Takama's groaning caught her attention, she turned and saw that he had guarded against most of the impact of her kick by leaping backwards as it struck him. "How does he do that? He's completely wasted, but still keeps his battle-senses?" She turned to the bartender, who was standing serving drinks as if this was a regular occurance. "How many did he have?" she pointed at the shambling man struggling to stand up. The barkeep jerked his thumb at a literal pyramid of empty liquor bottles sitting on a table. "Well, Tomo we have to end it soo--," Tama leaned back just in time to dodge a couple chakra-infused playing cards that whizzed by her nose. "Alright who gave him a weapon!" she demanded, A light giggle rose from one of the fangirls as she raised her hand. Tama sighed, Fangirls, fangirls will be the death of me. "Tomo, back me up."

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo would have rolled his eyes at Tama's need for approval, but he thought better considering she'd saved him from quite the beat-down. Lifting himself to his feet, the Genin also looked to the impressive stack of bottles, and couldn't help but wonder if Takama had stacked them, or one of his fans. Tomo's body shivered, and in response he jumped onto a nearby table, narrowly avoiding a playing card to the ankle. Tomo clicked his tongue. "I'm not the one you need to slow down, Takama." Tomo nodded to his twin before leaping into action.

The Genin's first order of business was to disarm Takama. He was already deadly with projectiles. Now that he was drunk, there was no telling what damage he could wreak. Tomo flipped off the table and rushed towards his brother. Nostalgia coursed through Tomo as he equipped Astrosigil in spear form. Turning his full attention to the male twin, Takama placed his right hand over his deck of cards and flicked his wrist. The top card whizzed forward, aimed for Tomo's heart. The young man thrust his spear at Takama's hand, countering the card's momentum as it moved towards its designated appendage. However, Tomo's impaling counter failed to hit its mark as Takama twirled to his right. The Genin hopped back, giving Tama a chance to throw in a punch.

Tomo's mind tried to calculate the situation, but he couldn't craft a proper equation due to Takama's unpredictable movements. Use the force, Tomo-boy. Tomo cocked an eyebrow. "I am using force in my equation." No no Tomo-boy. I mean use the force...of your miiiiiiind. Tomo sighed as he barely dodged a card to the eye. "For Raiden's sake Haruki. If you want me to do something, just tell me." I was just trying to be mysterious. You could show a little respect and indulge me. "Whatever, fine. Oh mighty Haruki, what is it you speaketh of?" No need to be snotty Tomo-boy. Just do these hand seals. A set of hand signs flashed in Tomo's mind, and he copied them. The dual-haired man felt a twinge in his brain. "What the heck did you make me do?" Oooohoohoo! You'll see Tomo-boy! Just keep dodging. "You don't have to tell me twice."

A card flicked at Tomo, nicking his arm. He sucked in air, feeling the heightened sharpness caused by Takama's chakra. Apparently feeling emboldened by his success, the redhead lunged at Tomo, his right fist shrouded in wind jutsu. In response, Tomo kicked the ground with his heel. A jolt of electricity traveled through the ground and up Takama's leg. The sudden shock caused the older Mochizuki to flinch, giving Tomo the time to jump out of the way. Tomo twisted as he did a front flip, and he landed facing his brother. Suddenly Takama slapped his hand to his face, his palm forcibly smacking his right eye. The men in the crowd roared with laughter, while the ladies screamed their disapproval.

Tomo couldn't help but stagger in surprise. "What just hap-Haruki." Tomo answered before finishing his question. Oooohoohoo! Wasn't that fun? Nothing's more satisfying than making your enemies defeat themselves. Tomo frowned. "No, not fun. With how hard Takama hits when he's inebriated, he could very well facepalm himself to death." Ooooo... I hadn't thought of that. You might want to release your Genjutsu on him then. "You think?" Tomo exhaled slowly, releasing his hold on Takama's mind. Their gaze met, and Tomo could see the redness of his brother's eye. "Crap...that's going to bruise. We won't like Takama when he's bruised."

[WC: 599]
[MFT]

 

[Suzuki Setsu]

"And whammo!" The chuunin yelled, taking advantage of the opening that Tomo had left her. It was a solid hit, though Takama didn't so much as flinch. I hate pulling my punches, she was trying not to do anything that would cause her older brother to be unable to perform. But Takama, being too inebriated to care, was not holding the same mentality. She and Takama had a quick skirmish, her fists being parried by his cards, and his cards being misdirected by the rolling wind around her. She saw Tomo running through a few handseals so she jumped back, launching herself off of her elder brother's forearm. Takama must have seen Tomo's handseals as well, for his next attacks were all directed at him. Tomo got nicked by the card that Takama had thrown at him, but stopped the man in his tracks with a clever use of lightning. The result? Takama smacked himself in the face, hard. Tama couldn't help but laugh.

"I know that we shouldn't -bwahaha- be going around injuring the face of our -heeeheehee- members, but that was too good!" The fangirls all made sounds of worry and angry glances at Tomo. "It'll heal up soon enough, come on that's slapstick at its best!" Her attempts to placate the fangirls were futile though, beauty was justice in their eyes. The cold stare Takama was giving Tomo, however, made some of the more hardcore fangirls squeal, "Takama-sama! Pierce me with your cold gaze too!" Or other things along those lines.

"Seriously, this is starting to get on my nerves. Tomo! I'll get rid of his cards. You try to knock him out or somthing." A cutting wind surrounded Tama's hands, and she yelled to get Takama's attention. "Takama-nii-chan! I ate that pudding you were saving, the specialty vanilla one from that expensive cafe place. It was delicious." Takama's focus now shifted onto Tama, though the only reason that Takama cared at this point was due to his drunkenness. Drunk Takama had a crazy sweet tooth. Sober Takama was more concerned with his physical appearance. A hail of cards pursued the chuunin, and she swatted them out of the air, her wind covered hands shredding each card into useless scraps of paper as she did so. "39...40...just twelve more to go!" Then a girl handed Takama a fresh deck. "Damn it! No!" Tama launched herself at Takama, rolling under two cards and reaching the fresh deck. She snatched it from her brother and shredded it as well. However, Takama saw an opportunity to sock Tama in the jaw, and did so. He then picked up the chuunin and threw her at Tomo.

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo rolled his eyes at the scream of the fangirls. Even with Takama's glossy new shiner, the girls still wanted him in their panties. Resigning to the fact Tomo would never truly understand women, he focused his attention back to his brother. Seeing the death glare of his brother, Tomo's body subconsciously shrunk back. Fearing the worst, Tama again came to the rescue as she blurted out her eating of the pudding. As Takama began to fling his cards at Tama, Tomo's eyes flicked around the room, trying to formulate a plan before his chance was lost. "Got it!"

As Tomo yelled this, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Instincts kicked in as an ink tendril wrapped around Tama's body and slammed it into the ground before Tomo. Realizing his mistake, Tomo crouched in front of his sister. "Sorry Tama. My Kiri Defense Protocol kicked in." Standing again, Tomo stared his brother down. "As the future manager of the Mochizuki Troupe, I will bring you down." Feeling a wave of courage, Tomo set his plan into motion.

Pulling his scroll from his pouch, Tomo unfurled it. It fluttered in the air for a moment before a group of masked ink creatures appeared.

Each had its own weapon, and Tomo thanked Raiden that he'd prepared such creations in advance. The mushroom and wolf creatures blew on large horns, which caused the patrons, including Takama, to cover their ears. The sound continued to echo, even when the creatures had dissipated. A red masked creation with large fists rushed in, punching the redhead a few times before poofing away. Rolling in from behind, a fox masked creature sliced at Takama's back with twin daggers. The man turned to face the fox, but it already had disappeared. Sensing an attack from behind, Takama attempted a roundhouse kick, only to have it blocked by a frog being's shield. It countered with a thrust of its lance, stabbing Takama in the left arm before fading away. A burst of black ink in the shape of flames spewed from a monkey's staff. The elder Mochizuki dodged it, and rushed towards Tomo in a rage. A sheep with a shield blocked the punch aimed at Tomo. As Takama's fist held on the shield, a pig with a mallet leapt from behind the barricade, slamming its weapon on Takama's right foot. Takama yelped as he grabbed the foot in his hands. An arrow from a cat masked creation stuck the Mochizuki's left pant leg to the ground, causing him to fall back onto the flooring. A spear from a fish creature pinned Takama's right sleeve to the wooden plank. A blue goat with an enormous cannon jumped into the air, and shot an large ink cannonball at Takama. The blow, aimed for the man's stomach, knocked the wind out of him. Only three creations remained, one with a bow, one with a spear, and the last with a sword and shield. They charged at the redhead, their weapons drawn back to strike. Before making contact, they burst into a wave of ink that coated Takama from head to toe. Tomo flipped into the air, his arm held up. The palm of his hand began to spark, and a electric spear zapped into being. "Zeus Flash!" Tomo hurled the spear downward, into the middle of Takama's chest. His body convulsed for a moment as the ink amplified the lightning, and he became still.

Tomo landed beside his unconscious brother, his eyes closed. The sound of Takama's breathing reassured the Genin that he hadn't killed his sibling. The battle was over, the twins were victorious. With the last of his strength expended, Tomo collapsed onto the floor, mirroring his brother. He stared up at the roof of the establishment, his breathing slow. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I hate to say this...but Tama? Carry me?" And you can go ahead and fondle us too while you're at it! Tomo didn't even have the energy to yell at Haruki as he fell asleep right there on the bar floor.

[Topic Left when Tama Carries Tomo Home]