Losing Control ( Deku & Akio )

It was a lovely night, and what was Kaminari up to? No good. That's for sure. She was wondering the dark and empty streets, heading straight for a killer party at a local hotel down the alley way. The hotel was pretty sweet, except for the hookers on the corner and the drug dealers roaming the parking lot surrounding the hotel. She kicked a few rocks out of the way with her boots as she neared the hotel. Kaminari ran her hand along side of a brick building, bored half to death. She was dressed in her usual fashion, boots, shorts, tank-top, leather jacket, and gloves. She carried a pack of Newports in her right leather jacket pocket. Inside the pack was thirteen Ports, and three Spliffs, or joints. She didn't really intend on smoking them, she just assumed that this party wasn't going to be a real rager, so she brought them to...brighten things up, and make things more interesting. She would spark them up, if she felt the need, but she usually was a pretty wild party person without a drug influence. She lit up a Port as she crossed the street to the Hotel. She basically ran into a drug dealer, knocking him over and she quickly jogged away to avoid any conflicts. Hitting off her cig multiple times, she stood outside the four-story hotel and leaned against the wall next to the trash can/ash tray. She watched as multiple Mustangs and Corvettes pulled up, parking in the nearest spots. Pretty rich girls dressed in slutty clothes, and jock rich boys in dark shades, even though it's clearly dark outside, entered the hotel with excitement, chattering about a certain party on the third floor. Kaminari sighed and thought with contempt, 'Great, just what I need. A few whores and horny guys at this party.' She waited about ten minutes, until she knew she was later than the anticipated time, and threw her cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with her boot heel. She entered through the automatic sliding glass doors, and nodded her head at the guy at the front desk, and stepped into the elevator. She lightly pressed upon the third floor button, putting all of her weight on the steel bars that covered the interior of the small, moving box. The speakers on the ceiling 'dinged!' every time she went up a floor, and finally on the third 'ding!', she entered the tiled hallway and slowly made her way down it towards the end. The blasting pop music could be heard from the elevator, and it vibrated and shook the walls and hallway surrounding her. It was the fourth door on the right side, two doors away from the end of the hallway. She didn't feel a need to knock, so she entered, and right away she knew that the joints would not be necessary. The gigantic room was filled to the brim with young, vibrant bodies. She seemed to be the only one there who had any good taste in music, sense of style, or a good personality, as so she thought. She pushed through the grinding crowd, to the balcony. It was a big ass balcony, with white porcelain hand-railing and a fountain in the corner, with quarters and dimes resting at the bottom. She leaned against the railing, peering over it at the beautiful city before her. She was alone out there, thank the Lord, and she lit up a spliff, puff-puffing at it and closing her eyes,sighing deeply.

Growing up, Tetsuo never was a big party person; as a matter of fact, one could say Tetsuo hated parties. The screeching of ignorant children, the snooty adults that wasted their time gossiping on the misfortunes of others, and the false appreciation of lousy presents that were predestined to occupy the garbage bin. 'But this night is gonna be different', he told himself. This may have just been his optimistic self bringing a hopeful match to a seemingly abyssal corridor, but either way he was going to do his best to have a good time and make friends, which was most important not only to him, but to someone else, as well. Tetsuo had encountered a plethora of hoodlums and whores, 'Working girls', he chuckled to himself before finally arriving at the Hotel. He tailed a group of whooping jockies and what he believed to be 'working girls' into the building entrance, before hooking a left and entering the restroom. Tetsuo positioned himself in front of the dull mirror, combed his hair of any cowlicks with his fingers, fixed his collar, and pulled down the waist and sleeves of the sweater he had over it; as to not suddenly change his occupation to a plumber whilst bending down to tie his shoe. When that was all said and done, he made his way to the elevators located down the main hall. Once in the elevator, Tetsuo pushed the glass '3' with his forefinger, which produced an orange button, as if to show him what he pressed. The elevator box gave a small lurch of life before making it's ascent to the third story,the ceiling 'dinging' down upon him all the way. When the box doors slid away from each other, both Tetsuo's head and the elevator echoed with the same pop music Tetsuo was doomed to come across while toying with his music box. For some reason, he knew it was the fourth door on the right. He opened the door, and (not to his surprise) was greeted with the jarring cacophony of abused speakers and the drunk butchering of lyrics to today's worst songs. Tetsuo's rich blue eyes analyzed the enormous room for somewhere to settle, and people to converse with. His eye's laid upon a woman of golden hair, who was standing alone on the balcony; there was something different about this girl, he could feel it. Tetsuo weaved through packs of party-goers, until he finally reached the sliding glass door. He opened it with care, as to not startle the lady, and closed it behind him softly. Puffs of wispy smoke escaped the girls lips and danced strange and exotic numbers into the air, before being lifted away out of sight into the night sky. The girl was even more stunning than he had first anticipated, because not only was she beautiful, she didn't wear herself like any of the other whores back inside. When he spoke, he spoke not only to her, but to the twinkling,dazzling, and glaring city that lay in front of them. 'It's a gorgeous night,isn't it?'

Kaminari heard the sliding doors close behind her, and she closed her eyes briefly, hoping that it wasn't anyone she would dislike. She listened to the mystery persons' footsteps as they padded up behind her and she felt a presence at her side. "It's a gorgeous night, isn't it?" She peered at the person threw her long eyelashes, and the first thing that came to her attention was his alluring blue eyes. It took her a moment to respond, for she had taken another hit off of her life-source. "Why yes, yes it is." She kept her response short, for she always did. She glanced at him again, eyeing him down casually. He was dressed nice, and he didn't look cocky, maybe they could get along, if he could put up with her attitude. She took another hit off the joint, feeling a bit light-headed. She was a light-weight, and it didn't take much to get her fucked up. Kaminari supported her weight against the railing again, feeling the brisk breeze along her slender body. She pulled her leather jacket towards her, wrapping her arms around herself to keep her warm against the cool air. The joint was really her main focus, as she took several more hits off of it, it went out, so she sparked it again, blowing out the flame so it didn't burn more than it had too. She tilted her head back, blowing the white-gray smoke into the air around her. The wind blew her hair out behind her, and once it stopped, her white-blonde strands cascaded down her jacket and lower back. She leaned her head forwards, taking in the scenery and enjoying the glorious high. The city truly was gorgeous. She closed her eyes and smirked, reaching out her hand to him, with the paraphernalia in between her right index finger and middle finger, "Want a hit off of this?"

Tetsuo found himself being lulled, by both the woman's long flowing hair and the humming of the city around them. "Want a hit off of this?", she had asked. He looked over to see what 'this' was, and politely declined when he saw what it was. "Thank you, miss. But I don't smoke anything but barbecue" he grinned down at her, seeing as she was somewhat shorter in height than he. He turned to her and with his left hand in his pocket, he held out his right hand in a friendly gesture for her shake. "I'm Tetsuo Namikaze, it's a pleasure to meet you, madam." he smiled a confident and warm grin.

Tetsuo towered over her in height, he was very tall and lean compared to her. Her shortness made her blush, but she quickly gained composure and reached out her hand to him, shaking his quickly, for she hated most interactment with anyone, especially strangers. She finished off her spliff, throwing the remains off the railing and watched with starry-eyes as it hit a black Mustang below. She turned to him and snickered at his grin, not giving him her name. Her smile said 'you don't know me, you never will', and Kaminari rotated a slick one-eighty degrees and went back through the doors into the large room, mysteriously, leaving the guy to himself. Now that she didn't give two shits whether or not she was dancing, she made her way to the middle of the crowd of hormone-intensified young ones. She swayed her hips along to the thumping bass and closed her eyes, feeling the body heat of the guys surrounding her. She didn't care or pay much attention, for her high took over and she was feeling fantastic. The room was spinning but she continued dancing along side people, closing her eyes and humming to the music, which she had never heard before. She usually didn't portray this kind of image, the one where it looked like she dis-respected herself entirely, but the joint had definitely kicked in and her whole view on the world was different.

The words lingered behind the woman as she spun and exited the balcony, 'you don't know me, you never will'. Tetsuo chuckled to himself, and turned his head to watch her enter the festivities. He gently pushed himself off the railing, entered the giant room, and started to walk. The room was awful to stand in, from a sober point of view; sweaty bodies twisting and turning, eventually turning the hotel room into a multi-colored, raving sauna. Tetsuo started making progress towards the main door, weaved past the Mystery Woman and all the other party-goers; heading to the door was roughly like an out-of-breath swimmer making the final few upward strokes to get to the surface. He pulled the door and stepped out, leaning against the wall next to it and breathing in gasps of fresh air. Tetsuo decided he would hangout in the lobby until everyone started to head out, for it was getting to the last final hours of the party. When the elevator descended to the Lobby floor (thanks to the help of the 'L' button), he casually stepped out and headed to the nearest vending machine. Tetsuo scanned the selection of treats, and settled for the Japanese equivalent of a Snickers®. He dug in his pockets for the required money, but to his despair, he fell just a few Yen short of his prize. Banging his head against the vending machine glass, he groaned in utterly ravenous dismay.

Akio was just getting off of work at a local restaurant when he overheard some teens talking about a stunning party at a hotel down the alleyway. He had no where to go and nothing to do, why not go make some new acquaintances? He changed in the restaurants bathroom, into his usual interesting attire. He had on a gray hoodie, his black baggy pants, and his goggles were perched on top of his messy black hair, like always. His eyes looked astonishing with his gray hood, and he presumed that he looked fine, but this was a not really appropriate party outfit. He had just moved into the town and had managed to snag a job, but would he be able to make a few close buddies, maybe a girlfriend? He walked towards the way of the hotel, with his hands in his pants pockets like usual. The walk was only about a slim fifteen minutes, so he let the ongoing cars keep him company as he made his journey to the hotel. He was a party person, for he was quick to make friends and he had a thing with attracting ladies, but he hated to dance. Absolutely despised it. He kept playing with the strings of his hoodie, or with his black gloves to distract him from the sketchy people outside of the hotel. He simply ignored them when they made a inappropriate requests regarding his male body parts or with his wallet. It was obvious that they were all druggies and prostitutes, it was easy to tell right away, at first glance. He entered through the front doors, and gasped at the lovely surroundings of this hotel. Judging by the outside, you would've never thought it to be an acceptional place of time-to-time residence. He could just begin to fathom how much one night at this place would cost, it would probably run him broke in no time, good thing he wasn't the host of this party, but it became obvious that it had to be some rich kid. He was feeling quite hungry, because at his job, you weren't allowed to eat the food, just serve it to the obnoxious customers. He noticed a vending machine near by, with a tall individual banging his head against the plastic covering the outside of the machine. He sauntered up, peering at the guy with an eyebrow raised, "Need a hand?" He said coolly, keeping his hands in his pants pockets and leaning against the side of the machine.

"Need a hand?", Tetsuo heard ask coolly."Naw, I'm just running a few Yen short of the big candy bar, and this damned machine doesn't want to give me my money back!" The stranger dug in his pockets, and held the amount of Yen needed to purchase the treat. He dropped them in Tetsuo's palm, to which Tetsuo gratefully grinned at the man and deposited the remaining coins in the slot. Lo and behold, the treat of his dreams flung itself at the bottom slot, where Tetsuo dug his hand in and grabbed the candy bar with a sheepish grin. With hungry prowess, he clawed off the wrapper and went to toss it in his mouth, when he stopped and broke half of it off, handing the piece to his mysterious aide. After both men devoured their pieces, Tetsuo was dying to introduce himself. He held out his hand for the offering stranger to shake. "The names Tetsuo Namikaze, and if you're here for the party," he thought of the gorgeous girl with blonde hair, "it's...uh,interesting." They shook hands, and the man introduced himself as Akio, and explained that he was indeed here for the party. "I was out here takin' a break, so I reckon I'll go back up with you,Akio!" Akio accepted Tetsuo's company, and together they strolled down the hallways until they reached the elevators. Tetsuo pushed the button to call the elevator, and he looked up to see that the overhead '3' button was lit up, and on it's way down.

Kaminari left the party, her hand on the walls to steady herself. It was all so overwhelming, even the atmosphere was stuffy and crowded. She had left because many pervy guys had thought it would be funny and amusing to surround her and touch several places on her body that she didn't like to be touched. She was in the middle of having a good time, and they had ruined it all. She started tearing up, and anger took over instantly. She clocked two of them in the jaw and nose,stood there and watched them drop to the floor, kicked the third guy in the dick and briskly hurried out the door towards the hallway. She was coming down from her high, and it was hitting her hard, her head was killing her and she was automatically in a horrible mood, especially considering what had just happened. It was all so funny to her, she had come here for enjoyment and ended up with a killer headache and no happy ending. She adjusted her leather jacket and let her hair down from the messy pony, and brushed it out with her fingers. She fixed her eyeliner and stood up tall, pressing the elevator button lightly and watching it light up than open a second later. She gracefully stepped in, clicking the button 'L' for Lobby, and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and humming slightly.

Tetsuo was now wondering what good it would do him to go back to the party. He recalled a birthday party long ago, when he lived north of Omoi Ame. Hanzo was the only one invited, but he insisted Tetsuo accompanied him. The party was nothing but little kids pumped up on sugar running around with a various assortment of potential weapons. By the end of the festivities, a child had clubbed Tetsuo in the knee with a bat during a variant of tee ball. Han had left with a bag of candy and other such goodies, and Tetsuo had left with a sore knee and an empty stomach. Hanzo... Up until the time when he decided to escape, he had the worst headache, and the screeches were most definitely not of assistance. He had lost hope in having a good time, but then he looked over at his new found friend, who was gazing down the hallway, and the hope of finally finding a pal had convinced Tetsuo to stick around. The ding of the elevator had caught Tetsuo off guard, and startled him out of his daze. When the doors slid open, the mysterious balcony woman stood before them, leaning against the box wall, humming. She didn't move at first, so Tetsuo spoke out softly. "Hey there, it's me, Tetsuo, from the party..You feeling okay?" He felt that he needed to check that she was okay, because Tetsuo considered her a friend too, just not a very forthright one.