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The Beach - Monday Early Evening

Kurogane sat on the beach, leaning on his knees and listening to the calming sound of the waves as he waited for Warren to show up.

His sword was imbedded in the sand next to him, not that he thought he would need it, but just in case it was there. He needed to see what Warren was capable of before really starting to train him.

[For one, But otherwise beach is there if anyone needs it.]

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Warren was walking along the beach, not entirely certain what to expect. His boss had trained him to fight, an offer which he couldn't possibly refuse, but given the state of affairs that the entire island had been in, he wasn't positive that Kurogane would be found on the beach at all, and if he did, what level of sanity the man had to offer.

And yet, not far along the way, there he was, man and sword, waiting.

That was good enough for Warren.

He closed the gap between them, stopping nearby and nodding.

"Hey."

Kurogane nodded back in greeting and slowly stood up, picking up his sword as he did and unsheathing the impressive looking katana and tossing away the sheath.

He wasn't really one for formalities. So if Warren was he was going to have to say something.

"Show me what you can do."

The silvery metal of the blade grabbed Warren's eye for a moment, and his lips pulled into a frown. While he was far from unarmed, himself, he was going to have to make an extra effort to avoid the blade of that sword. Even a boy on fire could be cut and could bleed, after all.

He nodded, stepping forward and taking a deep breath to ready himself for whatever it was that he was getting himself into.

And then he took to the fire, his hands and his arms, in hot flames licking clean up past his shoulders. If he was going to have to start this, he would gladly do so from a distance, and the first attack was a baseball-sized ball of flame, hurled toward Kurogane hard and fast.

Kurogane grinned slightly seeing the fire hurled at him and quickly moved out of the way of the flame, racing towards Warren with his sword pulled back as if to strike him once he was close.

Even though Kurogane had no intention of striking his student... yet.

Edited 2008-10-14 01:25 (UTC)

Okay. This was clearly not Warren's usual idea of fighting, and he took off at a run to the side, flames licking at the air behind him. He was going to have to find himself something- anything that he could block that sword with, if it came too close. His bare hands simply weren't going to cut it.

His sidestepping retreat involved a couple more fireballs while he searched the ground for something that he could use in his own defense.

A fist-sized stone was about the best that he could do. So he stooped down and made to grab it as quickly as he could. He'd rather face his teacher face to face than continue tossing fireballs at him from afar, after all.

Edited 2008-10-14 01:30 (UTC)

Kurogane lowered the sword to allow Warren to step away before rushing for him again, forcing him back against the rocks as he raised his sword and stopped it inches from the rock that Warren held in his hand.

He didn't move for a moment, letting Warren catch his breath before nodding and stepping away. "Good. You did well."

Kurogane went to pick up the sheath, putting the sword away before facing Warren again. "Is that the extent of your ability?"

Warren snuffed his flames and glanced at the stone in his hand, still blistering hot from the fire it had been engulfed in. And he shook his head a little.

"I can take a beating," he shared, "if it's fists or kicks. Blunt damage. A blade is a different story. I can light more of myself on fire, too. I just don't."

Because walking home in the ashes of what used to be his clothing was simply not an option.

"With training you will," Kurogane nodded indicating the ability to fight a blade. He put down the sword for now though... it would be back later.

"Do you light on fire when you loose your temper?"

That question gave Warren cause to frown. There wasn't any sense in lying about it. He had a temper. And when he lost it, things burned. It had gotten him in trouble at his last school. He'd been fortunate here, not much had really gone out of his way to push him to that point.

"I do."

That earned him a nod. "Good. That will be the first thing we work on."

Kurogane walked to the edge of the water as it lapped against the beach and his shoes, indicating for Warren to join him. "What sets you off?" He asked calmly, knowing it was different for everyone.

For him... it was a blonde mage and damn magical pork bun.

Warren didn't want to talk about it. He didn't. Especially not with the guy who was currently giving him a job.

But at the same time, this was the guy who had offered to teach him how to fight.

"My father," he said, squaring his jaw and forcing the words to come. "People talking about my father."

Edited 2008-10-14 02:06 (UTC)

Oh great, a parental case. Not that Kurogane could say much, he had parental issues as well.

He stared out at the waves a moment collecting his thoughts. "First step, go into the water."

Water. Good idea, the water. Less chance he'd light the whole preserve on fire if a spark got away while he was freaking out on the beach.

Warren kicked off his shoes and waded out so that he water was about halfway to his knees. So what if his clothing got wet? He could dry it out easily enough with a flash-fire later.

"Okay."

Kurogane took a few steps back and crossed his arms looking seriously at Warren.

Well... more so than he had been already. "Now. Tell me about what bothers you about your father."

Warren grinned a wry sort of grin.

"This is therapy time, now?" He wasn't exactly anxious to share. But then, if he pushed his luck, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to learn anything, either. "My dad's a criminal," he said, after a moment more, his expression falling serious. "One of the worst."

"And? One world's criminal is another world's hero," he shrugged and sat down.

This was going to take a while, but he knew that going into this. It had taken awhile with himself at Warren's age.

"My father was proud of his status as a villain," Warren said, and his voice was tense and his teeth were grit and his hands were balled into fists. "My mother, she's a hero. My father is anything but."

Didn't want to get into it. Didn't want to talk about being the kid whose dad was serving multiple life sentences in maximum security.

"So? Your mother must have seen something in him," he shrugged. Really wishing he had brought a beer. Maybe after he'd take then both for one.

"She doesn't talk about it. I don't want to hear about it." He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "It works out well like that."

"Then why does he concern you so much?" Kurogane asked, leaning forward against his knees.

"I'm tired of being seen as just my father's son." There was a pause, there, while Warren tried to convince himself that he'd just said the only reason. But it was never so simple, was it?

Of course not. 'Simple' was a concept reserved for the kids in movies and comic books.

"... But I am my father's son."

"There's very little about you the screams supervillan," Kurogane replied flatly.

"Do you want to be your father's son?"

Warren took a deep breath, his fists tightening and his shoulders squaring and the water around his ankles going up a few degrees.

"He's my dad. I don't want to be him. I can't be proud of him, either. But he's still my dad."

Granted.

"But does he make you who you are?" He countered.

"He made me what everyone used to see me as," Warren replied, his hands glowing a little hotter than normal hands ought to. "Last school I was at, anyhow. Nobody wanted to sit by his kid. He was the worst there was. Like father..."

"What did you do to change their mind?"

"I didn't try," Warren admitted. "The kid whose dad put mine away brought it up, all, 'hey, just because my dad put your dad in jail,' and that was when I nearly burned down the school cafeteria."

The water around his feet was boiling. There were licks of flame on his fists.

"Some people changed their minds later in the year. When I was on the good guy's side while a student tried to overthrow the school."

"Then why are you so angry?"

He really needed to learn to control his temper if he was going to learn to fight. If he lost his temper in a fight the whole batter would be over.

He was looking at his hands, now. Bright flames that were creeping up his arms and threatening to lick up over his shoulders all over again.

"If I can't trust my own dad, I can't trust anyone."

Ouch. That hit kind of close to home. Kurogane looked away momentarily.

"Then trust yourself," he suggested quietly, but loud enough for Warren to hear him and looked back at the angry, firey teen.

"It's a start either way," he shrugged. Not that he spoke from any sort of experience.

Trust himself. Like it was so easy.

Just... Trust himself. Because he was the only one who wasn't going to let himself down.

Warren stooped down, kneeling in the water, and he stuck his hands into the waves. They extinguished with an angry hiss of steam.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It's a start."

Kurogane nodded and got up, brushing the sand from his pants and picking up his sword.

"C'mon Kid," he said looking out at the water. "I don't know about you, but I need a beer."

Warren nodded a little, pulling his hands from the water and hauling himself to his feet again, and then slogging back to the shore to reclaim his shoes.

He didn't drink.

But a beer sounded pretty good right about then.

"Coming."

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