[Kuko didn't hate him. After their fight he remembered going back home and trying to go through everything that happened. He remembered going off with Sasara after their rap battle into the alley then that guy with pink hair appeared then everything became hazy after that, until he came back to his right mind to find that Naughty Busters were gone along with his best friend. He left Ikebukuro after that, he couldn't stay in a place where he hurt Ichiro and wasn't able to control himself after all those hours of meditation. He was able to achieve enlightenment at fourteen, but he couldn't fight off what took over his mind.
He knew returning home meant dealing with his father along with his duties of the temple, but it was something he was willing to endure. During his time back at the temple he resumed his training, tried to get along with his dad, and go through the daily motions of the temple. When he heard about the division rap battle he didn't pay much attention to it, until he heard a familiar name. He may have kept up with it to see how he would do though that's as far as his interest went. He didn't know if it would be right for him to go back to Ikebukuro even to cheer for him. Ichiro was strong, Kuko knew he'd bounce back from his loss.
Kuko kept his distance, until he received his mic and the invitation to join the battle. One that he couldn't turn down. He accepted it as the universe giving him a chance to make up with him again. Now that he had a chance to talk to Ichiro again he didn't know what to say.
Kuko walked inside with his hands in his pockets. He tried not to let the look on Ichiro's face affect him too much. He's used to Ichiro being expressive not this neutral face. Kuko turned to look at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.]
Ichiro I...I'm...sorry. I know you probably won't believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to fight. I didn't want it to end like that at all. I didn't want it to end. I know I can't get back what we had, but I want to fix this. If you don't want to talk to me anymore after this I understand that too. When our fight happened something weird took over my mind, something I couldn't fight off that we ended up fighting. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was too damn weak to do anything.
[Kuko's fingers twitched he wished he had some gum or something to stop his eyes from watering. He quickly rubbed his eyes and pushed through.]
I...I don't want to fight you. We may have to battle when we get back home, but here can we start over? We got another chance to meet again there has to be a reason, so what do you want to do?
[He hated being so uncertain about what was going on, but it was his fault. He'd just have to accept what ever decision came from it.]
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He knew returning home meant dealing with his father along with his duties of the temple, but it was something he was willing to endure. During his time back at the temple he resumed his training, tried to get along with his dad, and go through the daily motions of the temple. When he heard about the division rap battle he didn't pay much attention to it, until he heard a familiar name. He may have kept up with it to see how he would do though that's as far as his interest went. He didn't know if it would be right for him to go back to Ikebukuro even to cheer for him. Ichiro was strong, Kuko knew he'd bounce back from his loss.
Kuko kept his distance, until he received his mic and the invitation to join the battle. One that he couldn't turn down. He accepted it as the universe giving him a chance to make up with him again. Now that he had a chance to talk to Ichiro again he didn't know what to say.
Kuko walked inside with his hands in his pockets. He tried not to let the look on Ichiro's face affect him too much. He's used to Ichiro being expressive not this neutral face. Kuko turned to look at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.]
Ichiro I...I'm...sorry. I know you probably won't believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to fight. I didn't want it to end like that at all. I didn't want it to end. I know I can't get back what we had, but I want to fix this. If you don't want to talk to me anymore after this I understand that too. When our fight happened something weird took over my mind, something I couldn't fight off that we ended up fighting. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I was too damn weak to do anything.
[Kuko's fingers twitched he wished he had some gum or something to stop his eyes from watering. He quickly rubbed his eyes and pushed through.]
I...I don't want to fight you. We may have to battle when we get back home, but here can we start over? We got another chance to meet again there has to be a reason, so what do you want to do?
[He hated being so uncertain about what was going on, but it was his fault. He'd just have to accept what ever decision came from it.]