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The park had been a place Castor hadn't been patrolling, and with stories coming into about late night park patrons ending up in comas, Castor was sure the negaverse had something to do with it. I mean, that first girl he'd met in the park had been from the negaverse.

So, after sneaking in, (really, who locked the main gate?), Castor had been practicing jumping from tree to tree. He also found out that to jump, you need a good branch but that was another story. This story was about how right there. Right in front of him, was that guy. That same red haired a*****e that had hit him in the balls. HIS. BALLS.

There was no way in hell he'd pass this up.
"You a*****e!" Not even thinking that 'hey, he still has a sword and can possibly beat the crap out of me' Castor was running full force at his nemesis. Aiming a kick right for HIS balls this time.

The second foot met balls sent a way of joy through Castor. He'd gotten him. Right where it counted. It filled him with glee to watch the older man go down and-
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG" He'd gotten him right back. Maybe it was karma but damn, he had been THAT CLOSE to having the perfect revenge. That. ********. Close. Why? What God had he displeases so that he couldn't even have his revenge? Falling next to his arch rival, (well, something like a rival), Castor was on the earth, rolling around like he had the last time they'd met.
At least he wasn't the only one in pain. "You ******** a*****e." And there was that high pitch voice. "At least I'm not the only one in pain." And commence more writhing in pain.

From half closed eyes, Castor could just see the guy move towards his chest. "I'm not.." oh ******** him, his voice was someday going to get stuck like this wasn't it? "Going to let you win." ******** you puberty, you and your high pitched squeaking. Scooting as best he could, Castor was pretty sure neither of them was about to go anywhere soon. Might as well be a d**k.
"Where's your girl friend? She still ******** from last time we met? Or did she find out you like to bugger boys?" Okay, two sentences and he had to start gasping for breath. But, it was a personal best for 'how long I can talk after a nut punch'.
Stupid balls.

Oh god, this was pathetic. Here was one of the most vile of negaversians, (at least in Castor's mind), and there was nothing he could do. Except writhe in pain and trash talk. Poorly trash talk at that. Taking in a deep breath, he tried not to be squeaky, he really did. sadly, it was not to be. "At least he can..dance." The comment about his girlfriend made Castor smile. Good. He hoped she was suffering...sorta. She got him good and it had been hard to even senshi up after the encounter.
Figures that the first time he did it'd end up like this.
"To bad, Obby." Oh god, that throb caught him off guard. Okay, just keep talking. "Besides, you went for my balls first." Castor hadn't been rolling as much, and with his back to his opponent, he wasn't able to see how close he really was. "So you could say you started it. But I'm..." -insert a hiss of pain here- "Going to ******** finish it."

The second that Obby moaned, Castor's face had gone slack. Then as it went on, Castor's face began to resemble an apple. Or pomegranate. Or some other red fruit. His face was practically inflated with blood he was blushing so bad. In the back of his mind, that place where that last bits of sanity remained, would have normally found that probably really funny. If you know, it wasn't in public, they weren't on the ground, and you know, out to kill each other. If all those factors were gone, Castor would probably have laughed.

But in this situation, all the young senshi could do was blush and wait for Obby to 'finish' as it were. And get kicked in a few places. And punched. Nothing big, but god, it made Castor flinch because of just the sounds. It was a safe bet to say that Obby's voice would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"....." A few mortified seconds on the ground, and Castor manned up enough courage to reply. At least reply in what he thought might be seen as witty. "...I've had better. At least I know why your girlfriend left you now." He rolled over to face Obby, silently praying his face wasn't so red, "and for the record, let it be known you sound like a b***h when you moan." He couldn't help it, Castor just had a knack for putting his foot in his mouth when attempting to trash talk. "So, that must mean you have past experience, am I right?" Insert stupid, classic, Castor grin here, if you don't mind.

The leering cracked perhaps the last shield of Castor's face and set his red head and even deeper shade, previously unknown to man. "You...." Castor scooted away, this was getting a little to close for his 'manly' comfort zone. "You....FFFFFFF" Man this trash talk was becoming a big pain. And he'd be damned if that was going to become a pain in his a**, figuratively, or worse, literally.
"Well, if I get AIDS and die, I'll take my starseed with me, so you won't have won anyway!" Now, he sounded like a five year old. Way to verbally battle your opponent Castor. Way to battle. "Pffft." Face red, and still scooting a bit backward, it didn't look like there was anything at this point that could redeem Castor's trash talk. "I thought it was when a man loved his butt buddy, but, I might be wrong. I wouldn't know. " He turned his face away, god so much for revenge. "At least I don't look like a girl from afar. Or over compensate."

"AW ******** SERIOUSLY?" The kick made him wince and move his hands from his crotch to his stomach. Castor groaned and slowly got up as his rival left. Or nemesis, or something. Whatever, that Obby was leaving. That was good.
Staggering, he hobbled a bit after, still clutching his gut. "FINE, BE THAT WAY! RUN AWAY LIKE A p***y! I -aw s**t." Painful throb. In his gut. And balls. <******** me." Turning tail, Castor was jumping back to the Hillworth dorms. So much for revenge.