Inu-Yasha and Yuri, backdated to Friday
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ax_mainCat-boy and Dog-boy do not get off to a good start.
The last of his things finally arrived. Yuri lugged the duffel full of warm ups and his back-up Team Russia track suit up the stairs and into the room, then dropped it on the bed and snorted. He was tired of putting things away. Whatever, it'd wait until classes were over for the day. He needed to work out again.
Yuri turned to leave, but paused when something moved in the doorway. "Haaa?"
Inu-yasha was hovering in the doorway, not in the room but clearly investigating it. His nose was twitching busily, golden eyes scanning the room while one silver ear stayed fixed on its occupant.
When the new guy said... something, possibly, Inu-yasha focused on him, raising one heavy eyebrow. "Oy - you're a cat-boy?"
"Who told you that?" Yuri spun and glared at the boy, though he was momentarily distracted by his ears. He turned bright red, immediately wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. "What is that supposed to be?" He pointed at his head.
Inu-yasha's ears reflexively flattened themselves back as he glared. He'd started leaving his ears uncovered since that disaster of a party but this was exactly why he hadn't wanted to show them in the first place.
"Ears, idiot." His lip curled back, leaving a fang on display. "Gotta problem with that?"
Yuri didn't look like he believed it... but he didn't see a headband or anything. Besides, who'd know his power to play a stupid joke? He still frowned. "Watch who you're calling idiot, puppy. What do you mean, cat-boy?"
"I mean you smell like a cat," Inu-yasha replied hotly, like this was obvious information. "And watch who you're calling puppy."
Yuri snorted, eying the boy. His eyes were strange, even if the ears hadn't marked him as a freak show. "Yeah, maybe I am. What are you supposed to be, if you're not a puppy?"
Inu-yasha snarled, but at least he knew what to do with this. "Dog demon," he growled, cracking his knuckles in that menacing way that showed off his claws.
"Demon." Yuri frowned harder, planting his feet wide apart and trying to look totally unimpressed with the claws. Maybe he didn't understand the meaning of that word. "A demon isn't a mutant. What do you mean?"
"That's what I was before they called us mutants," Inu-yasha replied, with all the rudeness he could muster.
"That's like saying the earth was flat before we knew it was round," Yuri said with a snort.
"No, it means I could put a shrimp like you through a wall without breaking a sweat," Inuyasha growled back. "Doesn't matter what you call it."
"Try it," Yuri said, now glaring hard. Who did this asshole think he was, sniffing around like a creep and threatening him. "Or get out of my room, weirdo. Demon, my ass."
"Keh. Wouldn't waste my time," Inu-yasha replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn't leave just yet or it'd look like the cat-boy had won, so he angled himself lazily against the doorframe. "You're definitely not worth the trouble."
"Then why are you still here?" Yuri asked, crossing his arms over his chest, feet still planted wide. Whatever, he wasn't scared of some stupid puppy boy with claws. He lived life with knives on his feet... and he had a pair of training skates in the bag behind him. "Sticking your nose into my business? Cats and dogs don't get along, so beat it."
"Or what, you'll make me?" Inu-yasha replied smugly, not budging. Instead he just watched the kid with a bored look on his face. "Why's it smell like metal in here anyway?"
"That's the smell of gold medals, moron." Yuri stalked to the door and grabbed it.
"What? No it's not--" Well, maybe, but there were other smells too. He took half a step back. "They give medals to cat-boys?"
"And none to dog-boys, vyperdysch." Yuri was practically snarling by then. He wanted to kick this bastard in the head, but getting into a fight on his first day was attention he didn't need.
So he slammed the door in the guy's face.
"Oy, the hell is wrong with you, cat-boy?!" Inu-yasha shouted at the door, not caring who heard. Then he rolled his eyes. "Keh. Whatever."
The last of his things finally arrived. Yuri lugged the duffel full of warm ups and his back-up Team Russia track suit up the stairs and into the room, then dropped it on the bed and snorted. He was tired of putting things away. Whatever, it'd wait until classes were over for the day. He needed to work out again.
Yuri turned to leave, but paused when something moved in the doorway. "Haaa?"
Inu-yasha was hovering in the doorway, not in the room but clearly investigating it. His nose was twitching busily, golden eyes scanning the room while one silver ear stayed fixed on its occupant.
When the new guy said... something, possibly, Inu-yasha focused on him, raising one heavy eyebrow. "Oy - you're a cat-boy?"
"Who told you that?" Yuri spun and glared at the boy, though he was momentarily distracted by his ears. He turned bright red, immediately wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. "What is that supposed to be?" He pointed at his head.
Inu-yasha's ears reflexively flattened themselves back as he glared. He'd started leaving his ears uncovered since that disaster of a party but this was exactly why he hadn't wanted to show them in the first place.
"Ears, idiot." His lip curled back, leaving a fang on display. "Gotta problem with that?"
Yuri didn't look like he believed it... but he didn't see a headband or anything. Besides, who'd know his power to play a stupid joke? He still frowned. "Watch who you're calling idiot, puppy. What do you mean, cat-boy?"
"I mean you smell like a cat," Inu-yasha replied hotly, like this was obvious information. "And watch who you're calling puppy."
Yuri snorted, eying the boy. His eyes were strange, even if the ears hadn't marked him as a freak show. "Yeah, maybe I am. What are you supposed to be, if you're not a puppy?"
Inu-yasha snarled, but at least he knew what to do with this. "Dog demon," he growled, cracking his knuckles in that menacing way that showed off his claws.
"Demon." Yuri frowned harder, planting his feet wide apart and trying to look totally unimpressed with the claws. Maybe he didn't understand the meaning of that word. "A demon isn't a mutant. What do you mean?"
"That's what I was before they called us mutants," Inu-yasha replied, with all the rudeness he could muster.
"That's like saying the earth was flat before we knew it was round," Yuri said with a snort.
"No, it means I could put a shrimp like you through a wall without breaking a sweat," Inuyasha growled back. "Doesn't matter what you call it."
"Try it," Yuri said, now glaring hard. Who did this asshole think he was, sniffing around like a creep and threatening him. "Or get out of my room, weirdo. Demon, my ass."
"Keh. Wouldn't waste my time," Inu-yasha replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn't leave just yet or it'd look like the cat-boy had won, so he angled himself lazily against the doorframe. "You're definitely not worth the trouble."
"Then why are you still here?" Yuri asked, crossing his arms over his chest, feet still planted wide. Whatever, he wasn't scared of some stupid puppy boy with claws. He lived life with knives on his feet... and he had a pair of training skates in the bag behind him. "Sticking your nose into my business? Cats and dogs don't get along, so beat it."
"Or what, you'll make me?" Inu-yasha replied smugly, not budging. Instead he just watched the kid with a bored look on his face. "Why's it smell like metal in here anyway?"
"That's the smell of gold medals, moron." Yuri stalked to the door and grabbed it.
"What? No it's not--" Well, maybe, but there were other smells too. He took half a step back. "They give medals to cat-boys?"
"And none to dog-boys, vyperdysch." Yuri was practically snarling by then. He wanted to kick this bastard in the head, but getting into a fight on his first day was attention he didn't need.
So he slammed the door in the guy's face.
"Oy, the hell is wrong with you, cat-boy?!" Inu-yasha shouted at the door, not caring who heard. Then he rolled his eyes. "Keh. Whatever."
