Log Title: Not A Lost Cause
Summary: Kagami shows up at the Drome for his first fight lesson with Galen.
IC Date: 03/16/2381
OOC Date: 03/16/2019
Related Logs: None.
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There are many things that Galen will do for money, so all in all a training session at the Panama Rose is one of the least strange items on the list. The arena isn't being used or prepared for a fight night, though perhaps there are less intimidating places to hold this little exercise. Only the necessary lights have been switched on, illuminating the octagon shaped ring but leaving the stands plunged in darkness. Sparks is in the middle of it, shirtless and wearing black pants that are loose at the thighs but tight around the calves, barefoot as he often fights. He has assorted equipment scattered about, ready for the arrival of his charge.

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His charge is not what one might expect. A skinny young man with tear stained eyes walks into the Panama Rose wearing black sweat pants, a black t-shirt and a thick black hoodie. He is pale and there are bags under his eyes. He shuffles towards the ring but doesn't step inside it. Kagami has clearly been having a crap week and he just quietly hugs himself and bows his head. His hair falling in front of his face. He takes a deep breath and looks over the equipment slowly but still doesn't take a step into the ring.

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Galen sees the shift in the shadows on the perimeter of the ring, turning his hair in that direction and flicking a blonde lock from his forehead as if in sympathy for the young man's own curtain of hair. "So are we doing this or what, kid?" His arms thrown wide, "Because I'm happy to take the credits and fuck off to do something better with my time." Fingers tick in a c'mere gesture. "I'm not gonna bite, at least not until the 'how to fight dirty' lesson."

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Kagami removes his shoes and socks, puts them outside the ring and removes his hoodie. He's a waif of a young man. His feet carry him towards Galen and he keeps his eyes down wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist. Barely above a whisper a voice can be heard. "I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time." He turns his eyes back to the equipment and chews his bottom lip.

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"Seriously?" Galen asks this question of the ether, turning away from Kagami in a slow circle, as if blaming some Being that isn't present for his current circumstances. With a sigh he closes the distance between him and his supposed new prodigy, the curl of a knuckle knocking under Kagami's chin to lift his gaze upwards. "Why are you here?"

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Kagami's chin lifts easily but he quickly steps back out of the man's reach. "I'm useless." He tears up. "I'm unwanted, unneeded." He takes a deep breath and feels those tears fall. "I don't want to feel that way. I was too weak to stop death once but I want to be stronger. I want to feel pain to stop hurting. I want to break bones so they get stronger. I want to learn that I am enough." He points to his chest. "I need to learn about what this body can do and I've been hurting it by not really exercising and not really eating." He takes a long deep breath. "I want to be able to rip the head off a bear." He grumbles.

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Galen's lips twist into an almost cruel smile, but yet something about Kagami's answer seems to please him. "Well. I don't know any bears, unless you mean a fat hairy gay man and then I can point you to a specific sector in the Skin district. All right, first rule if we're going to do this as a regular thing? You have to eat two hours before every session. Something high in protein. Otherwise when I ride you until you pass out, it won't be the fun kind."

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Kagami looks confused about the big hairy gay man, "A bea..a wha… that's a.." He is so confused. He nods his head and wipes his eyes. "Two hours… protein. So… lots of milk." He seems to be making a mental note. He tilts his head. "Is there a fun kind of pass out?" He lets his hands drop and stands there much like a wilting string bean.

* * *

"Milk is not food. You eat, understand. Put something in that stomach of yours." Kagami might have stepped back from Galen, but that doesn't stop the taller man from darting forward to poke the kid in the belly with stiff fingers. "There is always a fun version of everything. What do I call you anyways? Besides Wallflower." He leans down, plucking up a pair of hand pads that he slides down like mittens on the flats of his palms.

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He nods his head and grumbles. "Fine…ice cream." He says under his breath. "Would toast work as a protein? Or oatmeal? I have those at home. I think." He sniffles and then Galen is right there and poking him in the stomach. He bites his bottom lip to avoid a groan of pain. "I haven't found any fun things." He shrugs his shoulders to the name. "Ryuumi Kagami doesn't fit me anymore. So call me whatever you want." He watches the hand pads go onto the man's hands and he tilts his head.

* * *

"Toast with a protein spread. Final answer." Galen gives an exaggerated roll of his eyes, after Kagami mentions ice cream as a suitable pre-work out food. "Look kid, I want you to take whatever it is that you're dealing with, whatever you're bottling up into his angsty little bottle of pissant and hit me. Right here." He claps the pads together then offers them out as targets. "Show me what we're working with here."

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He grumbles something about shopping for food and he frowns. "I might look all young and gorgeous but inside I'm an old bitty." He points out. He nods his head slowly to Galen and puts his hands together and bows to the man, a very Japanese move. He stands up and grumbles. "This will be messy. I'm sorry." He punches one pad as hard as he can with his skinny arms and then punches the other. He growls and just keeps punching them. He's fast. Unnaturally fast but no power or technique. Tears fall from his face as he continues to punch. His breathing heavy and quick.

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"Stop apologizing." Galen growls as he takes a half step back to brace himself, and when the blows start his grin curls up again. "Good. Use it. Use that emotion." Instead of being disgusted by the falling tears, Sparks encourages it. He encourages the outpour of emotion as long as Kagami is putting it into his blows. "Harder. Picture whatever is making you feel that way and beat it to fucking death. Hit me. HIT ME."

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He nods. "I'm sorry…I'll stop apologizing." He starts hitting a little harder and less fast. Each hit comes with more tears before the last hit, the hardest he can go with weakened muscles and a scream out into the darkness before he hugs the pad to his chest and curls his face away from Galen. He's panting which is obvious from the rise and fall of his back.

* * *

Galen can't exactly physically comfort Kagami, trapped by the pads and the hug of them as he is, but his voice softens just the slightest at the edges. "There you go. Good job, Rye. Just breathe through it." Sparks lets him stay that way a moment longer until Kagami's breath evens out and then he gives him a little shove so the seemingly younger man will straighten back up.

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He is easily shoved back and his arms drop by his sides and he takes a step back. Another moment passes and he wipes his eyes. He keeps breathing before lifting his eyes. "How do you feel worth anything when you've been abandoned by the people who say they care? Never mind. That's something… hit me." He grumbles. "Make me feel pain."

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Galen shucks off his hand pads by merely flinging his arms down and letting momentum do the work. "That what you came here for? For me to beat the shit out of you? You want me to leave you broken and bruised on the floor?" The pro-fighter takes a step forward, fingers springing into Kagami's shoulders to push him backwards. "You wanna feel pain?" Another shove.

* * *

The tech stumbles back a couple times before looking right into Galen's eyes. He touches his own chest before removing his shirt and tossing it down. There is clearly a medical incision on his lower stomach and he is VERY skinny. There are nail marks around it. He points to himself. "I need to feel something other than internal pain and I don't know what else could stop that." He shakes his head. "I came to learn to fight so I don't die again. I need to live."

* * *

Galen's eyes tick down the other man's chest with a sharp gaze, noting the recent scarring at the marks that surround it. "Shit, kid. You should be in bed, not here in the ring with me." But that doesn't mean the fighter has much sympathy in this case, or he's does and as such he gives the other man exactly what he's asking for. Moving quickly, Galen steps into Kagami's personal space, interposing his leg between Rye's knees and after a quick grip and twist, he's moving to fall his trainee and plant his face right in the mat. "Feel that?"

* * *

He growls. "No more bed. Beds are lonely!" He snaps at Galen before he catches the man moving. In a split second, his blue eyes have a light behind them as if they are illuminated from behind and then they flicker off. An unnatural thing. Then his face is in the mat and he pushes his hands into the mat and like any good novice he tries to lift with his legs and butt. He keeps pushing one hand against the mat and the other flings back.

* * *

Galen snags that flinging hand neatly by the wrist, giving another twist to Kagami's arm until it's pinned behind his back and then he's merely kneeling down square in the middle of his spine. "How about now, Rye? You feel that yet? Let me know." He says smugly.

* * *

Kagami screams out as his arm easily twists behind his back and his shoulder pops. He reaches his other hand around to grip the back of Galen's hamstring while his hips buck up and he's fighting. He's fighting as hard as his body can.

* * *

"Really, kid? Are we fucking or fighting?" Galen gives a mirthless laugh that rumbles deep in his chest like a peel of thunder. "But I guess you don't feel yet. Alright." With a little shrug, his fingers slip into that fringe of blonde hair and there they knot before he gives a sharp yank until he's forced to arch his back. "How about now?"

* * *

Kag snarls. "No one wants to fuck me so we are fighting." Then his hair is pulled and his back arches with a happy pop from his hips to his skull. He moans quietly as starts to really enjoy that pain. His free hand still flies around and smacks into Galen's thigh. He rolls his hips from side to side.

* * *

"There it is." Galen mutters darkly, releasing Kag's hair with a bit of a shove that might result with his head bouncing off the mat again. "The problem is you're conflicted." With a grunt, he's standing off of the pin of the other man's body. "You say you're worthless but yet you want to learn how to fight so you don't die again. Obviously there's still a flame in there some where. Fan it until it burns bright, because I think there is something in you I can work with. Now get up."

* * *

The tech's face bounces off the mat and he grumbles. There is a moment where his eyes flutter as he's stepped on and he gets to his knees. He takes a deep breath before pushing up and standing in front of Galen. His cheeks are flushed and he probably enjoyed being pinned a little too much but he doesn't seem to notice or care. "At least I'm not a lost cause."

* * *

"Remember that." Galen points a finger at Ry's chest, but this time it doesn't come with an accompanying point. If he seems to notice the other man's reaction to being pinned, it doesn't warrant a comment. "Now stand like you're going to hit me again, and let's work on your form."

* * *

He nods his head and then slides his foot around. He gets in classic Krav Maga neutral stance, foot slightly back, shoulder width apart and his arms up in front of him but instead of open fists like KM he's got fists.

* * *

"Good." Galen gives the minor praise as he walks around Ry, appraising every little detail about his stance and only needing to make slight adjustments. "Now when you strike, the power doesn't come from just your arm, but down here in your hips." Behind him, hands fall to opposing sides on the other man. "Punch and let the movement come through all the way down here."

* * *

Kagami stands awkwardly until he's told what to do. He punches and over twists his hips. He tries again and pushes with his legs instead of his hips. Again and he doesn't even move his hips. He's trying at least.

* * *

"Here. From here." Galen repeats, his hands squeezing where they are resting. "And if you do that, you can follow through with a low kick, using the momentum." The pro-fighter steps to the side and slightly in front, demonstrating the move he wants Kagami to repeat. A punch, followed through by a kick that spins him back around to his original stance.

* * *

He feels the hands on his hips and then he turns and watches Galen. He punches and then kicks his foot out but gangly legs don't always work well and he kicks out his other foot and lands hard on his back. He gasps and then just lays there.

* * *

Galen moves to loom over Ry where he's laid out. "Well. That's one way to do it." He responds dryly, then offers down a large hand to the smaller man to help hoist him back to his feet. "We should probably stop for the day if you haven't eaten in a while. So your homework is to work on your diet, and then three times a day for fifteen minutes, I want you to practice that combination in front of a mirror."

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He reaches his hand up and gets to his feet. "I ate …tea…" He clears his throat. "This morning…" He bows his head and it takes him a moment before he ohs and looks up. "A couple days ago I had two taquitos!" He points at Galen. "I do eat." He shakes his head and grins a little at Galen. He points to the incision. "I had …things removed. Which were making me eat a lot."

* * *

"Repeat after me: tea is not food." But apparently it's a rhetorical sort of growl, and Galen doesn't actually expect Ry to follow through with the directive. At the news that he had 'things' removed, eyes narrow. "Removed. On purpose?"

* * *

"Tea is not food." He walks over to Galen and reaches his hand out to take the fighters hand and press it against the incision. There is less tightness of muscle there. "I had three parasites that I didn't even get. They were over a month old so this sleeve that them when I got the sleeve." He sighs and rubs his forehead. "I was eating so much food. I couldn't sat my hunger and then my appetite just…died. Next day I was in the hospital with a brain infection and a pain from where doctors were rummaging around." He grumbles. "Someone visited me today and in short made me feel really small and worthless and I longed for those parasites back so I wouldn't be alone. That's how fucked up I am."

* * *

Galen's fingers move where bidden, feeling along the incision with an almost clinical approach. "Whoever you bought your sleeve from should be fined. You ever need a new one, you come to me. At least my company screens for shit like that." It appears as if the pro-fighter also has a 'day job'. "And I'll get you a good deal." His hand lifts from Ry's stomach to pat his cheek. "At least you got a pretty one. But we'll replace that emptiness with something else. Starting with real food, got it?"

* * *

He frowns. "I didn't buy my sleeve. I …" He takes a deep breath calming himself. His hands shiver. "I was murdered. My parents couldn't bear to be without me so they asked for a Japanese female in her early thirties but with two augmentations. This is what they got for all their money and now they can't even look at me." His voice breaks. "But I found I'm okay in this body…" He gets patted on the cheek and he nods. "I know I'm pretty." He nods at the last words. "Real food sounds good. What are we going to fill it with?"

* * *

"You mean besides something other than tea and ice cream? Drive. Discipline. The ability to knock whoever made you feel this way right in the teeth next time they try to do it again. Bloody knuckles are much better than a broken heart. But if I find you're slagging on your training, not following instructions, not doing your homework? I'll drop you, got it? Because the only one that can make you a waste of my time, is you." Galen says with conviction.

* * *

He frowns. "If I knock him in the teeth I will probably be arrested and tried for treason or something." He grumbles. "So lets just… not…do that." He kicks at the floor. He nods his head. "If I struggle with the homework that doesn't mean I didn't do it…" He points out. "Also…uh…I am probably not important now but I work as a tech repair hacker with a bio-engineering for programming so… " He takes a deep breath. "Sometimes I get busy, if I don't do homework then will you still drop me?"

* * *

"Like you're hotter than a synth's tits. You want it bad enough, you'll find the time. I can accept struggling, I can work with struggling. I can't do shit with 'I didn't even try'." Galen mops a hand down his chest, but he hasn't even broken a sweat during this little practice round.

* * *

Clueless as he is, he puts the back of his hand against his forehead. "No. I'm pretty sure I'm at optimal temperature." He points out. Then he nods his head. "So even if I'm jacking into a broken code to rebuild the links through data analysis I'll figure out a way to practice." He puts his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath.

* * *

Galen's smirk actually seems earnest for once as Ry checks his temperature. "Everyone's gotta take a shit sometimes, so go to the bathroom do your business and your exercises in there. Your bosses will be none the wiser. Alright, shoo. We're done for today. I don't have a big enough spatula to scrape you off the mat if you pass out from not listening to your body."

* * *

He makes a face and then shakes his head. "I fired my boss today." He points out. "I'm a freelancer. So really I don't have an excuse." He grabs his shirt and puts it back on before moving back over to Galen as he fixes where his shirt fell. He attack hugs the man, holding him around his ribs and putting his cheek against his shoulder.

* * *

Galen manages to get his arms free before he's hugged so he can band one arm around Ry's lower back and the other palms his head and holds it to his shoulder for a second. "Seriously." The fighter chides. "I ain't your daddy. Now scoot." He makes a swat at the other man's backside before trying to disentangle himself from both Ry and those pesky things called emotions.

* * *

Kagami squeaks at the butt swat before he steps back and chuckles. "That's not why I hugged you." He shakes his head. "It was a quick turn around but you reminded me I wasn't worthless and now I have your scent so I can track you." He taps his nose. "Like a blood hound." He moves over to his shoes and slides on his socks first. "So punch and kick for homework and … food. Protein two hours before coming here. Which leaves the question…when is the next time?"

* * *

There is another exasperated roll of Galen's eyes. "Or you could just contact me on my ONI. I'm not that hard to find that you need to start sniffing shit. Give yourself…let's say a week. I really need you to regulate your diet before I can even think about any heavier training in a gym. By the time I'm done, muscles will hurt that you didn't even know you had."

* * *

He nods his head. "But if I …only eat two hours before seeing you…Oh man I gotta do the three meals a day shit." He grumbles as he slips his foot into his shoe. "Oh I know about muscles hurting. Right here…" He touches his pelvis area. "Worked that out too much due to a young man's libido." He points out as he puts the other shoe on.

* * *

Galen snorts at the bit about young man's libido, just shaking his head and leaning over to collect some of the training materials, most of which they didn't even get around to using. Apparently he's not touching the subject of that particular muscle. "Three meals a day." Galen says in a sing song voice.

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Kag leans his head back. "Fuck." He looks at Galen. "I guess I have to go eat three meals." He pulls on his hoodie and brings the hood up over his head. "Is toast a meal?" He asks hopefully. "We've established tea is not a meal though of course you are wrong but your rules."

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"How can I be wrong about my own rules?" Galen makes a pfft of disbelief. "Toast with protein spread. Now you're making me repeat myself." He raises a hand but it's just to wave Kag off. "See you next time, Ry, if you're strong enough to last that long." And with that, and an armful of equipment, Galen is moving back towards the locker room area down the open chute.

* * *

He grins slowly and nods his head. "Perhaps I just love your sing song voice." He calls out. "See you next week." He turns on his heel and moves out of the arena and heads to the market grumbling.