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An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world

Dion managed to get upright, wasn't spitting blood, and was talking normally. That put his chances at having punctured something down. He cuddled the cat and asked if it was alright while the dark haired male jumped out of the way of Jack's punch. An eyebrow rose upwards at the movement before abruptly snapping down as the red-head stumbled with a harsh oath. Arms uncrossed instantly and he pushed off the door, taking a full step before he caught himself.

"Stupid."The blue haired artist muttered to himself as Yukio jumped in and stopped the dark haired male who'd appeared behind him. Forcing himself back into position, arms tensely crossed over his chest and his blue orbs hard as steel. Kaito watched as, predictably, Jack freaked out over the white haired male jumping in. The red-head did not strike him as being the type to give up his fight.

Kaito kept himself still through dint of will as the fight continued, refusing to involve himself in something that wasn't his fight. He never voluntarily got into a battle. He wasn't about to start now.

An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world

Though it wouldn't be obvious, Kaito was rather startled when Dion not only moved towards him, but further sat down at his feet and leaned against his legs. Slowly the blue haired male turned his head and looked down with an empty expression on his face at the top of the blonde's head. All he got for his actions was a deep breath as his room mate relaxed further.

With no further expression he stepped to one side enough to separate their bodies. That done he once more cocked his leg and lifted his head for empty slate blue orbs to watch Jack face off against the dark haired male with a pleased expression before he caught his shirt and held him still for the second fist that was flying at his face.


(so short... but not a whole lot he can do ^^; )

Yukio stared at Aizen who was letting Jack have his fun beating him up and making him feel strong. He knew that once Jack was done, he'd step it up more and possibly kill him, if not throw him off the roof. He was rather concerned about Jack but he knew he matched Aizen in strength. However once it was all over, how would he catch up to his speed? That was a question he was asking himself.

An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world

Kaito ignored the blonde at his side who seemed to be drawing tighter into himself with each punch thrown. His slate blue orbs dispassionately watching the fight and weighting the combatants. They were fairly equal, although that might have had something to do with their fighting styles being similar. More power on Jacks front, speed on the dark haired males. The artist filed this information away for later use just before Dion stood up and walked in front of him.

The action forced his gaze from the red-head and towards the blonde who had a hand on the door that Kaito's back was pressed against, asking for permission to go retrieve a teacher. Nothing touched the empty orbs.

"No."The blue haired artist drawled in a flat tone that matched his eyes before once more ignoring his room mate in favour of turning his attention towards Jack who now had turned them so that his opponent was dangling over the edge. It was a rather precarious position if Yukio's brother decided to hurt himself in order to do harm.

"Watch."He commanded in a cold voice, tipping his chin ever so slightly towards where Jack seemed to be having more fun than violence and was asking to get taught the dodge the dark haired male had made from earlier. Kaito remained in position otherwise, making sure no one left.

Yukio looked at the blonde boy with a cold smile. It's not as if he meant to, it was because now he was pissed. He knew very well that Aizen was taking it easy on him, matching his strength and speed. He was starting to get agitated when Jack was hanging him from the edge of a roof. "Ah, don't worry...I'm pretty sure there will be two deaths or none today..."

Aizen was grinning widely as well. He had figured that he can whoop his cocky butt easily, but his strength matched his own. Claiming his own, what the hell was he talking about? He was already owned by Aizen and his mother...Mainly Aizen. He heard a large panting in his breath as Aizen realized how much of his full strength he used to keep up. As he asked if he could teach him his dodging tactics, he figured he might as well end it already, giving Jack a well earned victory. "I don't see why not...However Yukio was the one who actually taught me that."

An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world

Ever so slightly the muscles along the blue haired male's shoulders relaxed as Dion sighed and turned back to the fight. Some of his attention had been on the way the blonde was moving in case he decided to push, but it seemed he'd accepted his statement and decided to try another tactic. this time turning to Jack to end it.

Slate blue eyes flickered briefly to Yukio as he assured Dion that the fight would end with two deaths or none, not exactly reassuring but Kaito frankly didn't care. Although his frown deepened ever so slightly at the continued staring contest between the red-head and the black haired male, but it would be hard to notice amid the otherwise deadpan expression.

Finally Jack's weight shifted to pull them both out of the way of the edge, clapping the older male on the shoulder briefly before stumbling his direction. Slate blue orbs flickered downwards and then back up and out over the horizon as Jack sank to his a** on the roof next to him and lite up a cigarette. The pale smoke drifting upwards and curling through the air like a heavy haze.

"Hn."was the artists only response to his murmured acceptance of the school. It was acceptable to Kaito but not much more. A weight settled against his legs, just slight enough for a partial support. The lean male didn't move, his empty expression remaining fixed outwards towards the dipping sun. He was completely ignoring the dark haired male that had been Jack's opponent as well as his lackies.

"You're bleeding."was the only real comment he made towards the fight. Having noticed the bloody footprint that moved in his direction. Yet he made no further move to assist with the issue, other than not moving away from the small contact between them.